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*Hunzu still standing moves over next to Kamotz. He fixes his top hat as he stands beside him. His voice entering the head of Kamotz in the familiar hollow sounding tone.*
"Kamotz will you be in need of further assistance? I am for higher once again after all."
"Let's go. Kruor, watch and learn. And we'll get you some gloves so you don't kill people by touching them. For now, as Kamotz says, your change starts now."
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Caim watches the comings and goings of the varied and sundry tavern-dwellers with a lack of interest. Two manage to catch her eye, simply by virtue of their having entered the tavern without clear purpose, like her. Rikkon's name she notes; the other appears not to have heard the rule this dive apparently expected newcomers to have heard.Nalkyr slid into the room quietly. He wasn't normally the type of person who enjoyed being needlessly mysterious. Hood up, sticking in the shadows. It wasn't something he enjoyed.
Nonetheless, after accidentally drooling on himself at an earlier bar, the young eladrin felt mildly self-concious about his disfigurement. Even if the scar tissue didn't draw inordinate amounts of staring, having his hood up and being quite made Nalkyr feel better. For now, that was enough.
The eladrin found a booth from which to watch the rest of the tavern, and itched idly at his scar. It traced a puckered, angry line from where his left earlobe should have been, over his cheek, and to his lip. The twisted skin pulled the corner of his mouth up into a constant snarl. If Nalkyr himself didn't look so young and inexperienced, he imagined the scar would've been intimidating.
The eladrin raised a single finger ordering a drink and leaning back with a sigh.
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"You! You were at the temple! You have to help me! Just after you left we were attacked. Robed figures stormed our peaceful temple! They threw the wounded into the streets. They killed my acolyte, demanding to know where it was! It! They had to be talking about... that... thing!" His hand points shakily at Kruor.
"Please, you must help me! I slipped away, but there were more people inside!"
Not the Temple I had in mind. states the shifter, as he scratches at his head. He looks at Kruor, then back to the priest This smells of Lauto's Luck. The shifter draws his flail again, smiling this time at Kruor Penance seems to have come for you by fate, lead the way, this may be your lucky day.
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Caim refills her glass of bourbon, and takes it over to a table near the hooded newcomer's booth. "They're never going to bring you the drink you're signaling for," she says to the empty seat next to her. The newcomer hadn't sought out any company, and Caim didn't plan on imposing any more than she felt she needed to. If this man wanted to hide his face and sit by himself, who was she to invade his space and peer under his hood? "The bartender only serves patrons whose name he knows. You have to introduce yourself before you can wet your tongue."
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The dirt mound crumbles into Earth's shape, that with a heavy stomp rises to his height.
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