Destiny's Tears: Convocation Goers

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Melody

“We still have to wait for Zykovian, we will go to the ship as soon as he arrives.”

When Fedowin comes back to the table to bring Priya her drink, Melody says: “Sorry, I was a bit carried away in thought, I guess. No drink for me. Thanks for the offer, though.”
 

Zykovian T'Erilan Male Altanian

Zykovian entered the Laughing Sail Inn and . . . in a manner that seemed almost standard by those that knew him . . . looked around the bar for a few moments as his eyes adjusted to that of the Inn. A beautiful Praetorian woman, Lyveria, accompanied him as he entered, and the pair walked over to the others, duffel bags of equipment and clothes in tow.

"Greetings, everyone, this is Lyveria," Zykovian explained, though his introductions was more flourished. "I take it, I am the last to arrive?"
 

"Hello there, I'm Priya, nice to meet you," Priya says, standing up to acknowledge the new arival with Zykovian.
 



Fedowin, Male Rowaini Swashbuckler

“You have nothing to apologise for, Amity my sweet, it was a long shot at best...anyway, I can’t expect everything to just fall in my lap, though having you there would be a rare pleasure indeed, sweetling,” Fedowin remarks boldly, grinning. “So, have you heard of anything more commonplace, which may interest a man such as myself?”
 


"Let's see, something to interest you? Well, I guess the question is, what's your pleasure? I mostly just hear stories of people's life and daily happenings. There's nothing like the simple pleasure, right?"
 

Rystil Arden said:
"Well, I guess I do not count as a crew member then. It wouldn't surprise me if I was listed as equipment."
"Realy? That must be fun! That means you get access to all the cool gear and stuff right away. I'm looking forward to playing around with all that stuff myself. Does that mean I get to play with you?" Pryia says with a giggle.
 

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