[AU] Stone Bones

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*Lykis seems to consider for several minutes, closing his eyes in thought, while Vesune bows her own head, concentrating on something. After a few minutes, both return to reality.*

"Grayclaw, faen, interested in serpents, had a litorian bodyguard that didn't like him. Went seeking reptiles below the earth, left from the red caves, didn't return for months. Lost nearly half his crew, lots of dangers under there he said. Rockfalls, bad food, dangerous beasts. Many were deceptive, didn't know they were dangerous until it was too late. Got lost several times, didn't follow the road well, bodyguard mentioned he didn't pay attention to spirits or signs," Lykis says, his words puntuated by a slight wheezing. Vesune's eyes open very wide when she talks to you; they've gone from yellow to a brilliant gold.

"Shadow Serpant! He's old, older than most that live down there. Cunning, vicious, claws, teeth, scales in the shades of shadow. Shape-shifter and dreamweaver, intelligent and cunning. He's no simple beast, intelligence can be reckoned with, if appeased," the runechild says, then the intense color fades from her eyes. "That's all the memories tell me."

 

[Erekose13]

"Hmm. Interesting." Phaern says as he pulls out the ever present book. He turns quickly over the pages that he has there and jots down a quick note at the bottom of his list - Lots of Food. "Thank you Lykis, that is indeed the gentleman that we were seeking information on. That Shadow Serpent sounds like a nasty fellow. I am curious if you have heard of the greyfolk as well. Grayclaw spoke of them in reference to the land beneath."

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

"Grayfolk... little ones, bigger than you, but still little. Clever folk, good with stone, good sense of direction, but weak, cowardly, fearful. Easily conqured, easily dealt with if one has bribes or force. Sweet words confuse them, as they are not used to being dealt with gently," Lykis wheezes.

 

[Erekose13]

Phaern Starspike, Spryte Magister 5

"Very useful information, thank you very much. Out of curiousity and completeness, what type of bribes do they take? Certainly, given that we have never heard of them, they would have no contact with the Lands of the Diamond Throne and thus no need for the currency of our lands." Phaern asks.

 

[dead_radish]

*Kelthet listens patiently. Nothing here seems too far beyond what he had already read, although the information about the greyfolk is useful. He is extremely impressed by the recall abilities of the Mojh and his Runechild. He waits patiently for the discussions to conclude so that they can get moving.*

 

[Jaws]

Wil

"Thanks for all your help. Someday maybe we could have tea or something. Wish us luck."

*Will waves goodbye and somehow, with all his stumbling on his way out, doesn't bumb into anything.*

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*Phaern, Lykis considers your question for a moment before answering.*

"The faen said they enjoyed the food they brought from the surface. Also they delighted in the songs that his bodyguard sang. Very little of that under there, you see," it remarks, seeming to become a little more focused as time goes on.

*Wil, as you turn to go, Vesune gives you a hard glare.*

"Luck, of course, we will wish you. But luck will not pay the taxes on our store, brother runethane," she chides.

 

[Erekose13]

Phaern Starspike, Spryte Magister 5

"Once again thank you both for your information and hospitality. We will be sure to visit again at the end of our journey. Have a nice day." With his questions exhausted for the moment, Phaern will politely conclude the conversation as the party makes its way back out side. Perhaps if we find Darthallys we can convince him to set out as soon as possible. I am certain that once we get back out on the trail, things will cool off.

 

[dead_radish]

*Kelthet sighs, amazed that he is the one catching subtle references*.

"Our thanks for your information, good Mojh and Child of the Rune. We would wish to provide just compensation for the information, if you would have it."

*That being said, he lapses back in to silence, not sure how the actual payment would take place.*

 

[rangerjohn]

"How much would your taxes be?" Atlas asks. " Unfortunately, my accountant isn't here at the moment. Well regardless this should cover the transaction." *Atlas hands the runechild 100 gold.*