"Since my arrival? I guess you mean since their arrival? They just got in recently, but I saw some of them in passing. I'm afraid that--what was his name, Plydek?--gives me the creeps, however. He's...he just seems wrong, like he's not even humanoid or something."
OOC: No problem, I run out of questions too sometimes or just lose my way.
“Oh, I assumed you’d just come for the wedding too, my mistake. Hmm, yes Plydek, he’s a strange one alright. I had a chance to talk with him at the reception, though I didn’t notice the sense of wrongness you mention. Perhaps that’s because I’m an outlander though, as I find all Rowaini a little unusual. Then I find everyone except my people a little unusual,” Tiberius shrugs, a brief smile coming to his lips.
“So, anything else you’ve noticed that’s out of the ordinary?”
“No, no need to mention that...” Tiberius remarks quickly. “Well, while I’d like nothing better than to stay and continue folding lilies, even if I’m not very good at it, I guess we’d better continue our investigation. Thank you both for your time, and your assistance,” he replies, standing and offering a hand to help Claudia up.
[SBLOCK=Vasha]"Up untill I met Ammon on Arris, that was all I had of daddy to remember him by, and that held me togeather when it seemed like my world was coming appart." Vasha pauses for a moment, "But when you truely love someone, death is not a true ending. They are always with us, and a part of us always."
"But eventualy, we need to move on with life as well. How does it honor the memory of the dead by ceasing to live ourselves and obsessing over the dead? Eventualy, you can and will learn to let go of the pain and move on. I believe you can, and I know it's what Ammon would have wanted." [/SBLOCK]