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Jamilee's dead quiet for about two beats, her face slack; then it's back to grinning. "Of course I can fix what's hrbroken. It sort of follows. Besides, what hrrgrarrior hrrorth his salt can't?" Her crow's beady eyes answer Jerrand's errant looks defiantly, while it mutedly quorks and warbles...

"Fear not," Jamilee croaks out after another swig. "I do not want to compete, not ssstrch... not strictly. But I have a philosophical hhrninterest in keeping those that want to be armed and armoured." Her face twists up in an expression approaching a grin. "Maybe I'n not hrrrrrgruite as good as...

Jamilee makes a face at the offer for ale, gestures at her throat, and produces a rattle that leans slightly more towards assent than dissent. Then nods a few times, definitely shifting the balance towards the "I'll take it" interpretation of the little pantomime. After the drinks arrive and...

"Likeable sort of fella, yeah." quoth Jinx. He holds his hand out to the new arrival. "Figure it's a good thang to have you with us, Mr. Goldmoon. I'm called Jinx.. eh, mostly as a joke."

"Her ain lugs aren't. Hnh. Special." Jamilee's having more and more trouble keeping her voice together - it's a barely intelligible rasp, interspersed with raw hacks, which she produces with audible effort as she moves over to her invited seat. "She's hrrrrgngood at guessing hrrright, though...

The elf struggles for breath and sanity for a while longer, but wins out in the end. She's stopped laughing and is no longer desperately fighting for air, that is; just how sane she is might still be an open question to some. After the strain, her voice is even more grating than usual as she...

In the space of a breath, the good half of Jamilee's face expresses sheer dumbfounded surprise, then disappointment, then annoyance, then anger, and frustration -- and finally it settles into a rictus grin, and she begins to laugh. It's a grating laugh, not very pleasing to the ear, but it...

At the next table over, Jamilee's been watching the spectacle that's Gildrim with a growing, morbid sort of interest - and after this latest and greatest development, she can no longer contain herself. She grins at him. Well, snarls, maybe. With the mess her face is, the difference is hard to...

Be careful with what you offer to random strangers. Linguistics paper from a student at MIT, home of Chomsky himself? I might actually be interested - I have a smattering of computational linguistics stuff among my courses. :> Hang tight, good luck. I know how crunch time gets.

I've always interpreted this scenario as pretty simple, yeah - you can't see magical auras on an object you can't see to begin with.

OOC: Exams over, and I'm back in action. Excuse my absence - they took rather a lot more mind share a lot faster than I'd anticipated. I agree with the shopping list, in general; we don't need much. Maybe instead of a plain Everburning Torch, consider getting Continual Flame cast on a lantern or...

Jinx frowns a tad. "Weren't exactly what I'm askin', but I figure I'm satisfied anyhow.. carryin' a letter of credit to the tune of a hundred thousand gold in your name, with your seal, ought to be enough to convince anyone we're actin' on your behalf. In most circumstances." "Right, then. We...

Jinx seems fractionally more relaxed after Thargon and Zel's assurances, and occupies himself with straightening out a half-crushed cigarillo he's fished out of a pocket while the others speak - it's something to do while he mulls things over, giving other people a chance to speak their minds...

"Right. About gettin' there.." Jinx looks a tad worried while speaking - something about the journey he doesn't like, probably. Maybe it's the thought of descending into the dark bowels of a mountain range and hobnobbing with the likes of dark elves. "..erm. A practical concern. I figure we can...

Entering on Octavio's heels, a far less glamorously dressed looking man gives a brief, no-nonsense greeting to the group by way of a clipped nod and a few words. "Jinx. I figure I'm a mentalist, of sorts, and a decent shot with a crossbow to boot. Pleasure meetin' you all."

((OOC: Actually, I've been away-ish for a couple of weeks - but I'm back now. Fortuitous timing!))

A short, wiry elf enters through the front door. She's dressed in greys, going only lightly armed; all she's carrying is a shortsword that's nonchalantly not quite, and therefore not at all hidden under a cheap, threadbare overcloak, whose real purpose seems to be catching the droppings from the...

Back in his seat, Jinx finishes transcribing his summary of the meeting, having managed to cram it all in two pages of tightly written script. He spends about a minute burning the memory of the entire thing in his brain through autohypnosis; then he tosses the whole thing in the nearest...

Jinx keeps quiet throughout most of the debate, simply taking notes - he doesn't have much to add, really, though he does seem to smile a bit as his stacked-dominoes theory of mobilisation seems to be alive in the minds of the higher-ups as well. When, nearby, Hasin and Ashnar start debating...

Jinx, Hum. Psi1 "So you cast a divination, and learned all this - I'll believe that." Jinx is still frowning, though, as though he's just not quite sure of something. "Some'a the folk here have a very high opinion of you." "But it ain't me you're lookin' to convince, and I'm thinkin'...