Buppido nodded at Kamael, eagerness in his smile. His eyes flicked to the side, to Solace. Then back to Kamael. He lowered his voice two notches.
"Why, our escape, of course. Bright lad like yourself, surely you thought of it. And I'm not a priest, no. I haven't any use for those. The God is not yet named and has not yet shown his divinity. But his time is coming, and all must be in order when it does. We'll want out of this outpost, and away." The derro looked around on the sly.
"Perhaps our ends match and our mean can intertwine for a time, yes? You want free of this place?"
Brinn turned around and nearly tripped over the myconid sprout. The thing had crept close to his legs without his hearing. Eldeth--the female shield dwarf--lay on a bundle of rags in the middle of the room. She turned and groaned, in obvious pain. Solace tended her, but it was unclear whether Eldeth slept and dreamed, or lay in a fevered stupor.
"Noooo. No. No." The dwarf shook her head, her words limpid. Ront the Orc growled in ire at Eldeth's bleating. Ront rose, anger etched on his brow. He made to cross the cell for Eldeth, barking as he strode. [sblock=Orc]
"Shut up, wench! Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!"[/sblock]
A rasp of a voice carried lowly from the far reach of the cell. A shadow there stirred, shifted in discomfort.
"Leave us be, Duskryn. There's naught here to interest the likes of you." The owner of the voice, a male drow, hadn't moved in the last day, but chose now to address his drow captor. Buppido'd whispered his name. Sarith. He spoke again, slowly unfolding his lanky body and rising to stand.
"Or has Ilvara once again found use for you?" There was challenge in Sarith's eyes. He ignored the circus unfolding in the cell, his bearing fixed on Jorlan.
Sarith Kzekarit
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