Another day in the Tavern

[Leenaria The Pixie]

Brenan smirks, casts a spell, and freezing cold water comes crashing down onto Elona's head.

Elona suddenly snaps out of her being stunned and turns to Brenan quite angry. "There was no need for that! My hair just dried a few minutes ago!" She now stands there dripping wet with her clothes clinging tightly to her body, shivering, and quite upset. She avoids eye contact with Xavim and Tarran.

 

[JasperDm]

Seth enters, looking about with stark black eyes, which glow an eerie yellow when they pass through the shadows. His oversized iron-bound spellbook and lantern are in hand, and as usual, you see no weapons on him.

"I should mention, that there are grumbles of malcontent downstairs at the commotion. I suggest that should you wish to continue whatever you are doing here, you do it more quietly."

He looks at Brenan, and without rush or hurry, calmly draws a scroll from his book, and with a flick of a finger, catches it with a simple cantrip to leave it hanging in midair beside him, at eye level. He never threatens anyone, never says a cross word or even speaks to lay bare his motives or concern for her, but the heading of the scroll, in stark common, "A Syngular Casting Of Phantome Wounds, Maxzmyzed In Its Effect and Vysceral Damage" speaks for itself as he levels his gaze on the newcomer.

"Greetings, stranger."

 

[Dai'Morra Clayrentha]

Elona looks to Seth and half smiles and holds out a leather pouch to him.

Brenan nods to Seth, "Greetings to you as well sir."

 

[JasperDm]

He takes the pouch, and without looking into it, slips it into a pocket and looks at Elona, and raising a hand, throws another cantrip, and Elona's body, hair and clothing become not only dry, but arranged properly and neat.

"You'll catch a lung plague like that. Cold body temperatures cannot properly fight infection. Is everyone else prepared to leave?"

 

[Dai'Morra Clayrentha]

She smiles, "Thank you Seth. I am ready when everyone else is, Brenan shall be leaving shortly anyway."

Brenan nods, "Thats right m'lady I shall, I have something to give to the King anyway." He bows to them and then walks out of the room.

 

[JasperDm]

Seth sits, and stretches out Libram on the bed.

"Libram, these shall be our companions. Determine their health, and track it, and alert me should they be wounded, sickened or killed."

"So be it, Seth. Gather close, adventurers, and will feel your life-force, and track it." With that, the book sprays them all with greyish magical light, and turns to a blank page, in which drawings of them appear.

 

[Xavim]

Turning his gaze away from the werewolf, and with a thinly disguised glance at Elona's moistened form, Xavim's grin remains constant at the arrival of the mortif. His directness in dealing with threats he finds appealing, and Seth's methods seem to have a sort of commonality to Xavim's own.

Then brushing by the were while Seth drys Elona, Xavim pauses slightly with one last meaningful gaze at Terran before approaching Seth calmly.

"I am always ready. Come everyone, let us get this quest underway."

 

[Dai'Morra Clayrentha]

She steps near the door and then proceeds to head down to the bar. Her mind focused on one thing, getting that item and being free of the wretched curse.

"That day will come and it shall indeed be glorious. I only hope we get there before my time runs out, but what if... what if I can't be brought back by Seth's magic? I shall not let my mind linger on it.."

 

[JasperDm]

Seth gestures, and the scroll floats to his hand, where he smooths it out, and slides it between the pages of his spellbook, with just a corner protruding.

"I had planned to acquire a wagon, and dray animals to pull it. However, I have yet to explore the area beyond this building. Have any of you learned anything that can be useful?"

 

[Xavim]

"Well," Xavim says heading down the stairs with his usual stagger, "If you manage to aquire a wagon I'm sure fuzzy over there would be able to pull it better than any horse within 10 leagues."