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*M'ress kept pace with Trayah's lead, always ready to defend the Lacerta if attacked. Meanwhile, she enjoyed the nights when she realized that the rope trick space was close to the same amount of space that was in their stables in the pits.*

*Verra watched through the window of the hedge wizard's home, looking to see if any took interest in there search or were watching the house when they approached. Mostly . . . she was just people-watching.*

Yotsu Yuriko, Female Larakese Martial Artist *Yuriko nodded at the suggestion, and rushed to her room to gather her equipment, spare though it was. A scared to death expression sounded like she needed her katana . . . just in case*

Zykovian nodded to the Mojiin in agreement. The explanation that the bar maid had given the quartet rang false in his ears. With not a little frustration, Zykovian was annoyed that he was last to pilot the ship . . . and therefore had none of his magics at his disposal. Zykovian scanned...

*M'ress did what she could, without physically restraining the nymph (which might have been fun, but counterproductive). Instead, she easily climbed the rope and into the structure.* "Definitely something I will not get used to for a while," M'ress whispered.

M'ress looked to Slagg to see if he was going to talk any sense into her. M'ress looked to catch up with Pleione. "Pleione . . . if the flowers are evil, are you certain that the flowers won't hurt you? I thought you could go for a couple of days without needing to symbiose . Wouldn't it be...

Zykovian nodded in understanding, "I know you think that, my dear, but you should have your own equipment and gear. I'm just sorry that I didn't manage to recover your equipment from the guard before it was destroyed . . . or so they claimed."

OOC: Yeah . . . don't know what's wrong with the thing . . . ubt it currently makes posting at home almost impossible. And work is being unfriendly to me (the administrators been here each of the past few days - making posting more difficult). Anyway . . . *Zykovian headed out . . . the right...

OOC: Otherwise, you concur with my observations though? :) My computer is lagging terribly . . . finally got back on . . . I'm going to call it a night.

Zykovia nodded grimly, "She's definitely calling you or someone like you out, my friend. She ran when threatened, the messages . . . the actions . . . she was definitely looking for someone to attack. So what is . . . Nemesis's End?"

OOC: Oh . . . I've thought of a lot of ways to spend it, but in the quantity that it is in, it is insufficient for any of those purchases. Things to spend it on . . . Enhancing his own bow - take too long . . . Deposit on the flat - insufficient for a full purchase with moderate risk of losing...

Zykovian looked oddly at Mhrazhar. [High Praetorian]"" Zykovian inquiried. [High Praetorian]""

OOC: Well then the use of funds for that purpose is eliminated :) ;). It doesn't look like he can buy back Lyveria's belongings, they were destroyed most likely - correct? He has over 4,000 credits remaining . . . magic items would seem to be unlikely at that price. Are their any goods that...

"I would agree with that assessment," M'ress replied. "Considering we have daqys of travel yet to go, should be heal up as best we can, saving the cleansings for once a day . . . or perhaps tomorrow morning first thing - to save what resources we have available?" M'ress remembered the all-day...

OOC: So how long is the term of service . . . and is there a monetary equivalent mentioned?

"Very true, my dear Amity," Zykovian replied, though there wasn't a strength of conviction behind his words. "Very true indeed." Zykovian thought over putting the funds toward his payoff of the Spelljamming ship. Based on the contracts he signed, how in debt was Zykovian to the convocation...

"I suppose," Zykovian offered, "Always something positive, eh Amity?" *Zykovian scanned through the inn, he was getting ready to move on and return back to the establishment that held him flat.*

"Yeah . . . not my ship though, either," Zykovian mused. With a smile, he suggested, "I'm getting terribly close to being a vagabond, I fear."

M'ress (83/83) 83 max, AC: 28 "We could trade if you wish, Whinoah," M'ress offered. "I would like it back . . . but perhaps after you've found something better, or we are beyond this mess. I would continue to carry yours, in case a bow would serve best in a certain situation."

"Alright, Amity," Zykovian replied with a little sigh, "though I would have paid you more. After thinking about it and reviewing all of my options . . . or at least all that I can think of . . . I believe I'm better off letting the flat go at the moment. Though, I really did like that couch."