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Corund simply temples his fingers together, waiting for an answer from Jonas regarding his night seeing capabilities.

"Enough!" cries Corund. "I'll not quibble words with you when you bandy and pout so. A simple objection would have sufficed. I erred in assuming that your level of talent included overcoming elementary obstacles such as darkness without using mundane means. Evidently, I was mistaken. Sir"...

Enjoy the weekend.

Just dropping a line to let everyone I'm still here, and ready to play when everyone else is!

Oh, hey! I did not know we'd have equipment! I'll do that this weekend.

"He may be, Jonas" comments Corund. "If he is truly in a fit of pique, then his dwarven nature will allow him to provide for such behavior for decades to come." The mage quietly adjusts his seat before proceeding. "I am still of the opinion that doing as asked with no duplicity will give us...

"I concur with Jonas." The wizard tightens his mouth in agreement. "To childishly spite the Dwarf gives him a branch to beat us with when we arrive. I find myself agreeing to take this trip step by step from the very floor we stand upon to the gates of Adbar itself, if only because of the...

"It is gratifying to hear that my companions on the road evince qualities dear to my heart." the preternaturally silent Corund comments. "I have been known to enjoy a journey or two, and unlike many a fusty old fossil, present company excepted " he spares a nod for the High Mage, "prefer a good...

Appreciating the offer from Elmo, Baran stands up. "I think, fellows" he says, "that private dining might suit the digestion well." He takes up his things, including a large, clanking sack and a back pack, and proceeds to follow Elmo into the private room. He has not missed the exchange...

Baran indicates the seat, which is the last available one at the table. "Please seat yourself. The Temple, what do you know of it?" he asks.

"Is there another place that would bear comparison?" inquires Baran, while tucking away the last morsel. "What is the nature of your interest?"

"You are correct in my estimation of this city, Hornblade" replies Corund. "I find myself unable to do anything but apply my particular talents; I make no promises regarding methodologies, executions, strategems, or other activities until all facts are laid out for scrutiny. I am aware that...

Rurik turns to find his friend nearby, looking quite pleased. "Praise to you" the human directs to the Goliath. "Rao finds favor in the peace-maker. My name is Baran, and this is my friend, Rurik." A pleasant nod to the elf, "and Raos blessing to you as well. Both of you are welcome at our...

At this, the shaven-headed human steps behind the dwarf as if to back him up, with neither malice or tension.

With a wave of his hands, and a blurring of his form, the red head is replaced by a tall, chisel-featured man of a description matching Cassandra's analysis. His clothes are suitably dark, and his cape darker than dark. A frown crosses his face as he addresses Cassandra. "Among wizards...

The red head blows out his moustachios with a puff of air. "Yes, yes, no harm meant. More harm than good has come from innocent curiosity, you can see that!" This is addressed to Cassandra, and perhaps from a curious, wandering gaze about the room, and even a slight peek under the table, to...

+21 Spot Spot (1d20+21=36) +22 Knowledge (arcana) Know Arcana (1d20+22=33) The red head 'harummphs'. "Young lady, I hardly know you well enough!" He pulls at his waxed moustache. "Kindly remove yourself from my mental processes at once!"

The man smiles a tight, aristocratic smile. "Pleased." He does not actually grip the proferred hand, instead waving a hand loosely in the air, in some form of greeting. "Yes, you are.". A hand strokes a finely curled and pressed beard of auburn coloration, upon whose fingers flash gemmed...

Baran stands noncommitally where he was, letting the inn traffic flow about him. He waits surrupticiously, aware that much has yet to occur this morning. His position is unobtrusive, his expression bland.

Baran watches the proceedings, but instead of observing those in the center of the commotion, his eyes wander over those along the periphery of the crown and the rest of the room. He notes the large, stone skinned humanoid, the elf, and anyone else who looks out of place. He also pays...