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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Guilt Puppy" data-source="post: 1103550" data-attributes="member: 6521">Niccolo: "I appreciate your willingness to listen... But I have more to show you than I have to tell, just now..."He removes a ring from his fingers, a simple silver band, not well-polished, hard-edged... He holds it out in front of you, so you can see through it."One of your friends, the elf with the hawk, he wears something on his hand, a ring or perhaps a glove or gauntlet... Something the old knight use to wear?"Not waiting for an answer, he blows softly through the ring he holds... blows smoke, in fact, which is not such an impressive trick on its own -- with a little time you could likely do the same -- but as the smoke dissipates, you find that some has settled in the center of the ring... It swirls, slow and hazy, but slowly resolves into an image, a face, a half-orc you'd guess, although the angle is strange...The man in black begins to tilt and tweak the ring softly, and the view sweeps across something to hazy to recognize, settling again on another face: Aerda, clearly, and from a hand's eye view.He blows again, air this time, and the image is gone, just thin wisps of smoke now twisting away into nothingness in the air above the bar."Now, here's the thing: I didn't make the thing your friend wears, nor was it made for me to see through... But it was made for someone to see through, and I doubt this someone's intentions are quite in line with yours."He places his ring back on his finger, then takes another sip of water silvered with raspberry."What's more, I doubt seeing is all it does. I imagine it can hear, though I haven't stolen any of its sound, and I find it quite likely that it can," he taps the side of his head, "peek.""Which is a shame, because I have some things I'd like for you to know, because I think we're both working toward the same end with different pieces of the same puzzle... But I don't want to share much while this other watches you, you know? So I have a favor to ask..."Another sip."I'd like if you talked to your other friend, the half-elf who wears the holy symbol of, ah, Pelor is it? The sun god. Don't tell him about me or what I've shown you, just convince him to talk to the full-elf, on his own, so you're not there to let anything slip" another tap to the head "about why this is really being done, and try to get rid of this thing he wears. Make up whatever story you have to, just be convincing. Have it sent south, with a trusted courier, as far south as possible... What it sees there won't matter at this point.""Once you've done this, just continue on with whatever you have planned... When you need to, you should know how to find me, and then we can have our real talk, all of us together.""Of course, if you decide against it, or if you can't convince Sunny, or he can't convince Birdie, or whatever, I'll know about that," he taps his own ring briefly, "so don't bother looking for me, because I won't be found. Just continue like we'd never met: You might still do just fine on your own."He finishes his drink in one long swallow, takes his hat, then stands."Now, if you'll excuse me, I'd like to be leaving before you get too familiar with my face. You understand, I'm sure."Meanwhile, Fendric: During your time at the temple, your story seems to attract the attention of a young man named Hiritus... His type is one you've surely encountered before, and easy to recognize, fifteen years of age at best and yet filled from ear to ear with thoughts of glorious, dutiful service to Pelor taken to an extreme -- not mere devotion, but a seeming detachment from reality... He tells you of his first reactions to the arrival of the undead, and seems completely impressed and enthusiastic: Sure that this was a sign of great strife for the brothers of Pelor.All the same, however, he is a brother of the cloth, and he does seem interested in joining your venture... "It's clear," he says, "that there is great work to be done, and none better suited than the devoted of Pelor." Which, under present circumstances, can't seem like an entirely poor observation...</blockquote>

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