*Arkas, you brush your riding dog, get yourself suitable and head to the Steward's Hall. Expressing your desire to see the Steward, the giant clerk looks a bit exasperated for an instant, but then nods and asks for your name.*
"It will be just a moment Arkas," he says, waving for you to take a seat. After a few minutes a clean-shaven giant man walks out of the Steward's office and the clerk goes in. A moment later he walks out and waves you in.
*Steward Ui-Narath is tall even for a giant, thought right now she looks a bit bowed under the weight of her office. She looks a bit frazzled, to be sure. When she sees you she give a small smile.*
"Greetings Arkas. I must apologize as I cannot linger too long here, I must be off to do some training with my officers soon, but please, what brings you here?"
"There's more than one thing it could be, now that you mention it Urgo. A special spell of some sort... that's more than a little disconcerting. Any single person that could do such a thing would be hard to deal with... though wait! Perhaps it isn't a single person, perhaps it's many! Though then we have to ask the question of why. Has the city offended someone or many someones to rile their ire so?"
*Matzerath, you walk into the Fang to find your brother in conversation with a spryte in a faen, both speculating passionately about the storm. The spyte is introduced as Soen and the faen as Pai.*
*Agracahn, as you draw close to Barlareen's home, you can see it is lit with red and golden magical lights in delicately-wrought cages. Inside you see the courtyard is a sumptuous garden with heavy greenery, flowers, and a small waterfall. The place is scattered with large pillows, on which lounge many tastefully dressed humans, giants, and faen. A human man, apparently acting as the guardian of the gate, looks you over once, gives a knowing smirk, and waves you inside without a comment. You're the only litorian here, and you cut quite a fine figure.*
*The far end of the garden is clear of both pillows and plants and is backed by silk tapestries. Currently a remarkably flexible human woman in a red singlet is doing a slow dance that puts her body in remarkably complex positions, to the tune of a mandolin.*
*Lo-Duran, you don't get any specific impressions about what she's concerned about. She's just stressed.*
*On the street you notice that they seem a bit more empty than they should. There's not as many street buskers, juggles, or entertainers as you suspect their should be. Once or twice you pass a shop with boarded up windows, obviously to patch a break in the glass.*
*At the Glass Eye your inquiry is greeted by a quickling faen woman who leaps up from behind the counter. After speaking with her about arranging a meeting with Goesen, she cocks her head to the side.*
"Goesen doesn't usually come in until about late afternoon, and he works late into the evening. Come back sometime then and I'm sure he's see you, he's very accommodating," she says fairly cheerfully.
"It will be just a moment Arkas," he says, waving for you to take a seat. After a few minutes a clean-shaven giant man walks out of the Steward's office and the clerk goes in. A moment later he walks out and waves you in.
*Steward Ui-Narath is tall even for a giant, thought right now she looks a bit bowed under the weight of her office. She looks a bit frazzled, to be sure. When she sees you she give a small smile.*
"Greetings Arkas. I must apologize as I cannot linger too long here, I must be off to do some training with my officers soon, but please, what brings you here?"
"Another two days. We're having some things made, so as soon as they're done we're going," Soen says, brushing some crumbs off of his sleeve.Urgo said:
"There's more than one thing it could be, now that you mention it Urgo. A special spell of some sort... that's more than a little disconcerting. Any single person that could do such a thing would be hard to deal with... though wait! Perhaps it isn't a single person, perhaps it's many! Though then we have to ask the question of why. Has the city offended someone or many someones to rile their ire so?"
*Matzerath, you walk into the Fang to find your brother in conversation with a spryte in a faen, both speculating passionately about the storm. The spyte is introduced as Soen and the faen as Pai.*
*Agracahn, as you draw close to Barlareen's home, you can see it is lit with red and golden magical lights in delicately-wrought cages. Inside you see the courtyard is a sumptuous garden with heavy greenery, flowers, and a small waterfall. The place is scattered with large pillows, on which lounge many tastefully dressed humans, giants, and faen. A human man, apparently acting as the guardian of the gate, looks you over once, gives a knowing smirk, and waves you inside without a comment. You're the only litorian here, and you cut quite a fine figure.*
*The far end of the garden is clear of both pillows and plants and is backed by silk tapestries. Currently a remarkably flexible human woman in a red singlet is doing a slow dance that puts her body in remarkably complex positions, to the tune of a mandolin.*
*Lo-Duran, you don't get any specific impressions about what she's concerned about. She's just stressed.*
*On the street you notice that they seem a bit more empty than they should. There's not as many street buskers, juggles, or entertainers as you suspect their should be. Once or twice you pass a shop with boarded up windows, obviously to patch a break in the glass.*
*At the Glass Eye your inquiry is greeted by a quickling faen woman who leaps up from behind the counter. After speaking with her about arranging a meeting with Goesen, she cocks her head to the side.*
"Goesen doesn't usually come in until about late afternoon, and he works late into the evening. Come back sometime then and I'm sure he's see you, he's very accommodating," she says fairly cheerfully.
