City of Orussus, The Red Dragon Inn IX

[Lot]

Eskon takes his ale and approaches Eusebius.

"Hello, sir. My name is Eskon. I am a servant of Hyrag, myself. A paladin to be more precise. I'm not as devout as I'd like to be, though. More of a man of action than a man of reflection. Got into this line of work to help people and my appreciation for the Light of Hyrag came later, you know? My master was Rory Bernhold. Tough old guy but the most devout man I have ever met. You know him?"

 

[Boddynock]

Eskon takes his ale and approaches Eusebius.

"Hello, sir. My name is Eskon. I am a servant of Hyrag, myself. A paladin to be more precise. I'm not as devout as I'd like to be, though. More of a man of action than a man of reflection. Got into this line of work to help people and my appreciation for the Light of Hyrag came later, you know? My master was Rory Bernhold. Tough old guy but the most devout man I have ever met. You know him?"

"Alas, no. The servants of the Shining One are many, and this land is vast. And, too, I have until very recently been cloistered in my monastery, so I have not had many opportunities to meet with others of the faith."

The newcomer pauses, and Eskon is aware that the hazel eyes consider him appraisingly. There is a quiet wisdom there, and more than a hint of remembered pain. Then Eusebius smiles warmly.

"Well met, Sir Eskon! True heart and strong arm in the service of good are always welcome. As to devotion, that is shown in many ways - and there is nothing under the sun which our Lord does not see ... and prize, if it is true."

 

[Pbartender]

"Blessings of the Light... Fidelity and Might... The Light of Hyrag... True Hearts and Strong Arms... True Devotion..." Jack almost chuckles an aside to Opale. "Looks like the local Saints' Guild meeting just let out."

 

[Velmont]

"That's exactly why I havn't married a member of a church." replies Opale. "The Inn couldn't stay silent for too long, but that's not exactly the company I expected. Seems I have no choice then to talk with you..." Opale smiles at Jack. "I can still practice my new acid spell on you if you want. You have these guys who can heal you."

 

[Endovior]

An elf strode into the room. He wore a fine blue robe, with a longsword at his hip, and a longbow across his back. Something in his demeanor, coupled with the unearthly look of his golden hair and violet eyes, gave him the look of a sovereign lord looking down upon peasants... of course, the fact that the room's occupants were not peasants, and indeed were fairly formidable individuals in their own right, made the effect appear more pretentious then impressive. Noting a barmaid gesturing to a sign, the elf walked over to Joe and exchanged a few words. After that, the elf addressed the room.

"I am Thamian Highfire, a Wizard specializing in the school of Enchantment."

He proceeded to order a glass of wine, and took a seat at the bar, listening to the conversations going on around him.

 

[InVinoVeritas]

Another elf walked into the Inn soon afterward. He seemed to be Thamian's exact opposite, though. He wore a simple white tunic and breeches, hemp sandals, had darkly tanned skin, and black, waist-long hair, tied down in a long, sturdy ponytail by a dark yellow sash. He looked around in wonder a moment, noticed that Joe seemed to ask for him to approach, and walked over. The elf bowed, smiled, and turned to face the room.

"I am Quozen Ilphukiir of the Monastic Order of the Nightingale. I am here to see the ocean!"

He asked for a glass of water from Joe. Nonchalantly, Joe produced the water, and Quozen smiled in wonder at it before perching on a stool and sipping.

 

[Endovior]

Thamian appraised Quozen cooly for a moment, then spoke.

"Unless I greatly miss my guess... you are a member of a monastic order of some sort?"

 

[Pbartender]

"Seems I have no choice then to talk with you..."

"It's a hardship, I know," Jack sympathizes between gulps of beer, "but you bear the burden surprisingly well."

 

[Velmont]

"Thanks." Opales answers to Jack. A draft of wind shuffle the her hairs. She glances at the door as two new person enter the common room. "It starts to crowd." She place her hairs, taking good care with her hairpin. "I don't know what the jeweler was thinking when he fabricate that hairpin. It is a prime quality, perfect for the enchantment I put on it, but it can't even hold some hairs."

 

[InVinoVeritas]

Thamian appraised Quozen cooly for a moment, then spoke.

"Unless I greatly miss my guess... you are a member of a monastic order of some sort?"

Quozen laughs delicately. "Of the Nightingale, yes. I am not a very good one, though, because I do not sing."

He returns the gaze, looking over Thamian's robe. "Blue is a rare color to find. You must be a very fine noble. Or is blue easier to find by the ocean?"