Domhani Bairdéir 01

[Scotley]

Gavril

"Think nothing of it my little friend. I have managed to recover from worse wounds many times. This too shall pass. It was most kind of you to try. Next time I'll wear a different hat." He adds with a grin. He glances at the group looking conspiritorial nearby and says softly to the Fae, "what are they on about?"

 

[Maidhc O Casain]

Downstairs at the Wick

"By all means, please sit down!"

As Gealach looks up at the three approaching him, each of them clearly sees his left eye glowing red. As his pleasant face passes from the shadow of his hat brim into the revealing light of the lanterns, the glow disappears leaving his left eye appearing as ordinary as his right.

 

[draven14]

Cerallos

"Thank you, Master Gealach." Cerallos takes a seat and holds his quarterstaff as before, in his right hand resting gently against the side of the table.

"Quite an evening we've had tonight, how are your wounds?"
Cerallos waits for an answer then follows with, "I was wondering, how did you first encounter those skeletons and then manage to make it to the inn?"

Cerallos asks these questions all the while desperately wanting to ask about that eye. Easy does it, when the time is right. I can't just start prodding about his eye. I've got to keep it respectful.

Cerallos glances around the room, spots Gavril, and motions with his head to come join them. "I'm sorry, do you mind if our other friends join us here, no need for anyone here to eat or drink alone after a night like this."

 

[Scotley]

Gavril

Gavril takes another sip from his glass and gets up moving over to Gealach's table.

 

[Maidhc O Casain]

Downstairs at the Wick

"Of course not," Gealach replies with a somewhat sardonic smile.

"My wounds do not trouble me overmuch, and I thank you for asking. As to how I came to be here, I was looking for the place of course. More specifically, I was looking for Master Béar and he happened to be here. As I drew near the Wick I heard the sounds of battle and fought my way to the door. The rest you know."

He continues to sip his beer, to all appearances completely relaxed.

 

[Pan]

"May I inquire as to why you were looking for Master Baer?" In a slightly accusitory tone.

 

[Maidhc O Casain]

Downstairs at the Wick

Gealach appears somewhat confused by the question. "Did I forget to announce myself as an agent of the Queen as I entered? I'm usually more observant of the niceties than that. Must have been the skeletons trying to end my life! I truly thought I'd announced myself. In any case, I am Bairdéir Gealach Crois. Master Béar is a member of the Queen's Army (are you not?) and I came with an assignment for him. As a Bairdéir, I am given some latitude in such matters, and would be well pleased to swear the others of your fledgling group to the Queen's service so that you may join him!"

OOC: All of you have heard of the Bairdéir. They are an elite group of servants to the crown, chartered by the Queen as her first official act after her coronation. They serve many functions for her - they travel her lands dispensing information regarding offical laws and edicts, they are (in a diminishing role as the Queen expands her rule to the entire island) emmisaries to lands not beholden to the Queen, they serve as irregulars in her army when needed, and administer the Queen's justice across her domains (both as judges and executioners of said justice). As is typical of a bureaucracy, they also perform "such other duties as are deemed necessary by the Queen." They are said to be incorruptable in their service.

 

[arkansasdave]

at the Wick

to Gealach:

"Well son, stall no longer!!! What new orders does my Queen bid me?"

 

[Pan]

without a word

Daesaigh says nothing, but waits patiently as Gealach responds with his orders.

 

[Scotley]

Gavril

Gavril frowns, "This seems important news to hold so long," he says thinking out loud. "It puts a whole new slant on things if the Queen's enemies might be behind tonight's strange events." He drains his glass and ponders this new turn of events.