[AU] Stone Bones

[rangerjohn]

*Wil sits after hearing the innkeeper. He pops some blueberries into his mouth and drinks some cider. Wil is talking with his mouth full.*

"I think we should all meet Lykis. To show that we are serious. But I think Darthallys should keep his mouth shut."

*Wil slaps Darthallys on the back and gives him a pleadful smirk.*

"He does have a point. We need be cautious. Lykis might be willing to help us but could be a threat."

*Wil's fingers and teeth are stained purple from the blueberries.*

"Yes, diplomacy is hardly one of his strong suits." Atlas says is
n reply while eating, well I guess many would say more than his share of the fruit and bread.

 

[Corinthi]

*Darthalys leans back in his seat, breaking off small pieces of bread and dipping it in the porridge.*

"Well, that's settled. We'll all see the Mojh and I'll be a good pup and heel. "

*He pops the bread into his mouth and chews softy while surveying the group.*

"Course, I'm offended enough that you all will need to do your own leg breaking when the Mojh's treacherous ways surface. I'll not sully my blade with its cold blood."

*He washes down the bread with a slug of mead.*

 

[Rybaer]

*Leesea grins at Darthalys' retreat.*

"You know, Darthalys," she says. "Sometimes it's easier to deal with a race that you know tends to be deceptive or have ulterior motives. At least then you know where you stand with them and how to interpret their responses. It's dealing with the less homogeneous races that getting straight answers can be problematic."

*She hefts a blueberry up out of the bowl.*

"Sometimes."

*Leesea takes a juicy, dripping bite out of the blueberry, much as a human would from a peach.*

 

[Corinthi]

*The errant mageblade inclines his head toward the sagely Spryte, perhaps in a gesture of concession.*

"Your words are well considered and potentially accurate. One must always try to weigh all the different variables when deciding which way an adversary will jump, in both social and martial situations. Some situations call for an all out offensive, whereas other times a more graceful approach is required."

*He tips up his bowl, draining the last of his porridge, then continues.*

"As arrogant as I am, I will not presume that my approach is always the best, but I do feel it is the most honest."

*Darthallys winks at the Spryte, snagging a small hangful of blueberries for his desert. He then tosses a pair of gold coins onto the table to pay for lunch.*

 

[dead_radish]

*Kelthet has remained quiet for most of the conversation, having taken a seat at the table with the rest of the group. He has been staring at the loaf of bread since it arrived, focusing his attention on it. Finally, he speaks to Dar.*

"Sometimes it is best not to judge based on how someone looks. It's not always accurate. For instance, there are those that would say all Sibeccai are fawning, servile creatures with no sense of fun, little better than beasts. Or that people who look different are to be feared."

*He trails off, not having looked up during the entire conversation, and goes back to examining the bread.*

 

[rangerjohn]

*Kelthet has remained quiet for most of the conversation, having taken a seat at the table with the rest of the group. He has been staring at the loaf of bread since it arrived, focusing his attention on it. Finally, he speaks to Dar.*

"Sometimes it is best not to judge based on how someone looks. It's not always accurate. For instance, there are those that would say all Sibeccai are fawning, servile creatures with no sense of fun, little better than beasts. Or that people who look different are to be feared."

*He trails off, not having looked up during the entire conversation, and goes back to examining the bread.*

"Well I think that's enough education for the day. After all it takes a dog awhile to learn new tricks. Let us be off to this sage, for the sooner we visit him, the sooner we reach our destination." *Atlas then stands and leaves 2 gold on the table. He goes to the door and waits for the others to join him.*

 

[Erekose13]

Phaern Starspike, Spryte Magister 5

Phaern laughs to himself while the others banter. He knows Darthallys too well to think the Sibbecai was serious about opening the discussions with a good leg breaking. But then again there was that time in Ka-Rone... Ah well the rest have him in hand, especially Leesea.

Phaern himself was very interested to know what information the Mojh might have. While chewing on a bit of the bread that had been served he pulls out his journal and reviews the information he has on Grayclaw and his bodyguard. Then he turns to the page with his personal notes and jots down a few questions that he wants to ask.

• If he remembers the two of explorers.
• How well he knew them.
• If they shared any of their adventures with him.
• If he was a part of any of those adventures.
• If he knows anything about some of the key points in their journey such as the rainbow highway, the shadow serpent, the greyfolk or anything like that.

Phaern sets down his book for a moment. Then when he has a chance to break into the conversation, he will ask Leesea, "Leesea, I have been going over my notes on Grayclaw and his adventures. I personally would like to ask this Lykis about their journeys and leave our purpose out of it. But I was thinking that it might be important to talk this through with everyone over lunch first. Did you want to have a look at my notes so that we are prepared for the questions that we want to ask?"

 

[Corinthi]

*The intolerant mage blade finishes his lunch, carefully cleans his jowls and rises from his seat. As he addresses the group, there's an unusual formality in his voice and stiffness in his posture.*

"I hope everyone enjoyed the lunch. I've just remembered some supplies that would be useful during an extended foray into the underworld. In order to save time, I'll excuse myself from the visiting the Mojh and go shopping. When the rest of you are ready to continue, I'll be waiting by that lightning forked oak tree just outside of town."

*He then nods and turns, leaving the table and the Inn behind. Now, Dathallys' behavior was a bit unusual for those that know him. First, he while he freely spends money on comforts, he'd rarely volunteer to shop for provisions, at least not without offering others a chance to defray costs. Also, he's not one to be overly concerned with saving time. Sure, he'll argue about how time is wasting, but all told, he's far too fond of lingering in taverns to be efficient. He's also not known for excusing himself from potentially volatile situations. If anything, he prefers to tag along and spark them. While such behavior could be written off as simply sulking, Darthallys is usually not the type to internalize anger. The thinly veiled excuse to remove himself from the group is a touch unusual, but only to those who actually know the Sibeccai.*

 

[Rybaer]

Phaern sets down his book for a moment. Then when he has a chance to break into the conversation, he will ask Leesea, "Leesea, I have been going over my notes on Grayclaw and his adventures. I personally would like to ask this Lykis about their journeys and leave our purpose out of it. But I was thinking that it might be important to talk this through with everyone over lunch first. Did you want to have a look at my notes so that we are prepared for the questions that we want to ask?"

"Why certainly," Leesea says. "I was meaning to ask you if I might peruse your notes when we had some downtime anyway. My akashic training allows me to memorize details with great precision. Would be handy to have a mental backup for your notes in case something happened to them while we were underground."

*Leesea slides over beside her fellow spryte to read over his shoulder.*

 

[Jaws]

Wil

*Wil is a little disturbed by Darthallys' actions.*

"Hey Darthallys. Hold on. We might need your talents when we encounter the mojh..."

*Wil's plea was too late as the sibeccai mage blade exits.*

That was odd. I wonder what he is up too? Should I follow him to make sure he is up to no good? I could case out Lykis' home.

*While the sprytes exchange knowledge, Wil has a worried look on his face. In a soft voice and kind of mumbling* "Um, uh, should I go with Darthallys? I don't want him to think we can't trust him either. I don't know what to do."