Jarval
Explorer
Brioc looks both surprised and relived at the sudden gathering of people at his table. "Good, good, it looks like we're all here." He faces the Slav. "I am sorry to hear of the loss of your friend, but if Tem trusted you, then your company is welcome." He raises his own mug in toast after Nathaniel's speech, eyebrows raised. Gods, he's a talkative one. But he may have a point, if a little flamboyantly put. Brioc pauses for a moment, checking no outsiders are sat too close to the table, before continuing.
"Do any of you know of the substance called Greek Fire? It's a highly flammable, jelly-like substance, that burns with a hot flame. The heat of the flame is such that even water will not quench it." Brioc pauses to take another sip of his wine.
"My father has discovered the location of the only known list of the ingredients required to make this Greek fire. He has tasked me, and I would assume your masters, with finding this list before it falls into the hands of those who might use it for ill purposes." He stops talking as the barmaid approaches the table.
"I'm glad to hear that Drusilia is not badly hurt." He smiles in return at the barmaid. He catches the scent of Glaucon's meal and adds. "I think myself and my other companions will join Glaucon here in a meal." He takes two gold pieces out of his belt pouch and passes them to the barmaid. "I'll have beef, and that should cover my friend's meals as well." He grins at the assembled company. "Unless one of you has expensive tastes."
"Do any of you know of the substance called Greek Fire? It's a highly flammable, jelly-like substance, that burns with a hot flame. The heat of the flame is such that even water will not quench it." Brioc pauses to take another sip of his wine.
"My father has discovered the location of the only known list of the ingredients required to make this Greek fire. He has tasked me, and I would assume your masters, with finding this list before it falls into the hands of those who might use it for ill purposes." He stops talking as the barmaid approaches the table.
"I'm glad to hear that Drusilia is not badly hurt." He smiles in return at the barmaid. He catches the scent of Glaucon's meal and adds. "I think myself and my other companions will join Glaucon here in a meal." He takes two gold pieces out of his belt pouch and passes them to the barmaid. "I'll have beef, and that should cover my friend's meals as well." He grins at the assembled company. "Unless one of you has expensive tastes."