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Daesaigh will position himself at the door beside Baer, bow drawn and ready to shoot as Bear opens it.

Daesaigh reluctantly follows.

"Can you tell us anything about last night? I have traveled a bit as of late but I have never seen anything like those... things. Does the queen have other enemies that seek to concil with the dead? If so, will they seek us in her stead?" Daesaigh waits for an answer with accusation on his...

I have nowhere else to go, and I have no one to go with with anyhow. Perhaps, "I will go as well! though I do not know the place..."

Daesaigh glides down the stairs shortly after Skath makes his way in. He is dressed as before in a kilt like covering, though extending to his ankles, and a long red scarf that is wrapped around his face. 'Good morn to you all... " He then sits with everyone and begins to eat, giving...

Z is for... zleeping? OOC: Sugar plums, LOL! Good one! "ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ" Not the same Zs as Baer, cause that would be gay, mine are all capitol Zs.

OOC: Happy Thanksgiving all!

The odd on tow Daesaigh tarries for a long moment as the others begin to filter out of the room toward their beds. He then, without words, glides to his own. A strange night this is: that monster would arise only to flee by the company of strangers; That a hatchling queen needs the help...

without a word Daesaigh says nothing, but waits patiently as Gealach responds with his orders.

"May I inquire as to why you were looking for Master Baer?" In a slightly accusitory tone.

with pleasure "I shall accompany you Master Cerallos."

with a gesture... "Or corse, master Cerralos. Master Baer and I were just discussing the aptitude of this tavern, and its inhabitants." Daesaigh moves his chair a bit to make room for Cerralos at the table. Whew, that was a close one! "How may we assist you?"

Hummm... "I have been told it is much like the morning sun.... Burn your eyes. I must spare you the details master Baer. You fight well sir. I wonderful show of strength!"

Scratch that then.. Daesaigh holds his beverage in hand for quite some time before finally deciding to crouch low in his stool and hide his face enough so that he can drink without displaying his face. After taking a quick drink he replaces his scarf concealing his face, which strangly has not...

Daesaigh in the rye Seeing that everyone has settled, Daesaigh goes to the bar, alone and seats himself to have a drink. Feeling his mask to insure that it is still firmly in place he relaxes a little. "May I have a straw, madame?" OOC: Does this time period have straws?

Unsure Daesaigh shifts a little at this display of comrodery(sp). His actions dictate that he is long bereft of such closeness. After a moments pause he goes to the bar and begins to inspect the orb. "I should be careful that I don't fall into that trap of trust again..."

Going down..Tee Hee After ransacking the room Daesaigh goes down stairs to examine the body of Eadon. He searches all pockets and crannies to see if he can find anything. "There must be a clue to this mystery, but where?"

Making no bones about... Re-entering the tavern Daesaigh goes straight upstairs and into the room of the praying man (whose name escapes me) and tears it apart looking for anything that might help him to solve this mystery. No matress unturned, no candle unbroken. OOC: Do I need to roll...

Preventative measure Daesaigh quickly, but cautiously goes outside and starts collecting femurs from each individual skeleton. He does this in case there is any attempt to re-animate the undead lackeys. He is a little grumpy and begins to grumble to himself, much like a mother after spanking...

Not going to relax yet Daesaigh slowly creeps to the window by the front door. He pulls the table back and looks to see if anyone can be seen outside while maintaining as much cover as he can. Daesaigh rolls 3d6, getting [4,2,3] = (9) Perception "I'll not rest easy until I know that thing...