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Alric watches the exchange between Bannock and Hrimr for a moment, then watches Hrimr continue back to the house. I'm not abandoning you Bannock, I said nothing of the sort. I'm going home because I'm tired of listening to Arnir rant about how his intellect eclipses mine and how frustrating it...

Alric quickly forgets about the despicable little halfling and turns an icy glare towards Arnir, and he ignores Smeeds continued chirping. "I'm not here to dicker as I've skills other than reading your demented elf-wizard mind Arnir. Make your deal whatever it is, then come find me when you're...

Alric clenches his fist until an audible popping noise begins to erupt from it, and his jaw moves back and forth visibly grinding his teeth. Even without the constant jabbering insults, he'd sooner spit a rat than trust Smeed or even fight alongside him. Sighing, Alric knows the options are few...

Alric's scowl follows Smeed from the bar to the table, to his seat with intensity. Not expressing outright disgust, but just enough to show he wouldn't think twice about separating the halfling's head from his shoulders. Seeing Kirio is rather distracted by the music or one of the wenches at...

Alric scowls at the mention of this halfling. "I mislike the sound of him, and I mislike giving him a share. He is not one of us, but he is our only chance, so we will employ him and I'll do my part in this by keeping my sword handy to split him in two should he try to betray us. I'll abide more...

Alric regards Lars quizzically for a moment, "I don't understand your reluctance in this offer. You'd have the five of us to help you with the contract as surely as we would all be bound to this "Geas". Who is the person he wants dead? Seems like it would work to our ends, which makes me want to...

Alric rises and bows once again, "I understand Ser, I will likely return with my companions if there is something to ask or to report. Good day." And with that he turns and leaves the chapel making his way back to the house. Upon making it back to the house he relates the task that was given...

Alric sits down awkwardly in the offered seat being fully clad in his armor and shield slung across his back. He nods appreciably when accepting the watered wine from Ser Adelsburg. He listens intently to the half-elf Knight's explanation of the religious contention. "I agree with you...

Alric's back stiffens at the sight of Adelsburg somewhat more than his usual gruff, anal-retentiveness. Additionally his face reddens and his eyes dart between hers and the unremarkable floor. Remembering himself he bows deeply and pauses looking at the apparently deceptively unremarkable floor...

Alric stays deathly quiet and insanely still throughout the entire hour of casting. Though it has less to do with any request of Simeon to avoid interruption and more of irrational fear of Simeon's spell going wild and tearing his body and soul to shreds. At the conclusion of the casting he...

Alric nods his head briskly, "I recall Ser Adelsburg and I will speak to her forthwith. You also have my word that my blade will not be born except in self-defense. I will see this issue resolved peacefully or you have my word that 280gp will be paid in full upon our next meeting. We have an...

“You are truly gracious Master Simeon, I thank you for your indulgence in our affairs,” Alric punctuates with another stiff, yet deep bow. He remains standing in a posture of military attention, which to a laymen would appear cold and stoic, or even arrogant, but Alric believes to be a posture...

Alric bows stiffly and low for Simeon, and remains standing. "Master Simeon, thank you for seeing us. We did not mean to intrude upon your duties and we shall leave as quickly as we can. To get to the point quickly, we had a mishap during our activities to recover the Lyre and now we were...

"Though sending a message through the air would be useful, I don't feel we have a day to waste. Your plan is sound Bannock, your cunning is most welcome." Alric then looks at the half-dead, barely standing, wispy form of Arnir, his torn and badly scorched clothing and grimaces slightly...

Alric sighs, his anger somewhat deflated. If he were in Arnir's situation, he would likely give in to pride as Arnir did, and try to handle the situation quietly on his own, rather than humbling himself by asking for help from allies such as they. They are all allies, of a sort, and in an...

Alric helps Bannock to his feet unsure of whether the huge warrior is able to bear his own weight with the smashed in armour. Alric shakes his head, obviously more irritated now that relief is flooding through him. He's irritated enough that doesn't restrain himself in joining in Kirio's...

"Gods above and below..." Alric rushes in and begins checking each of them for signs of life. His face has turned ghostly white from the grisly scene his comrades, possibly former, have made. Then retreats to Hrimr's side hoping the druid might serve as having better hands of a healer.

Alric wipes the strong tea and spittle off his face and then walks stiffly out the door following Kirio, muttering, "No surprise someone would want to kill the little :):):):)... guess we better go after him..." Alric stifles a sharp laugh at the guards gruff reaction to Kirio, but then settles...

Alric wakes early in the morning from an extremely restive sleep and relishing his reacquantance with a good bed. He casually, yet mechanically goes through a routine of breaking his fast, making some obscenely strong tea for himself, meticulously polishing and adjusting his armour and honing...

Alric sees the wisdom of obtaining the egg to gain some advantage or leverage over the dragon and in turn obtaining the lyre, which is his main interest right now. He's all for going after Lowduke asap by any means.