Prof. Emeritus-Supernatural Events/Countermeasure
Quinn looks hung over, even as he continues to drink water. All the various news bits finally look like they are sinking in as he eats some as well as drinks more water.
The idea of another party and more drinking makes his head swim a bit more.Quinn looks hung over, even as he continues to drink water. All the various news bits finally look like they are sinking in as he eats some as well as drinks more water.
"I've come to like learning and speaking this new 'common' tongue of your world. And I'll only get better at it by listening and speaking to people." She look at Phar, "Learning his elf language was much harder and I still don't understand all the variations between it and my old world's Elvish."Caerth looks amazed.
"You heard all that in just a few hours?" he says, baffled, to Aereus. "Takes me half an hour just to say 'hi'," he mutters to himself, realizing he's not a people-person much. Although hanging out with these friends has improved that quite a bit, Caerth still feels most comfortable surrounded only by animals, plants and earth.
"I think she's likely to be more concerned with the threat of the cultists," Aureus agrees. "I don't know, I didn't get a chance to go to the manor and speak with her. Maybe once Hornauer and Lycia leave Carnell, she will be more agreeable. I will be sad to see them go, but I think we can trust Sir Balorix to keep his word."JustinCase said:The half-orc sighs. "Well, no matter who the blackmailer was, we've got more important issues to deal with. That cult needs to be stopped."
He does not realize that his words may come across as rude to the Lady Pendour; it is just that he finds blackmail a political thing that he does not care much about. Same about the other issues, with the possible exception of gnoll raids. Caerth does not mind gnolls, as long as their pack doesn't outgrow their available resources.
Aureus looks at Quinn quizzically and then at Caerth. "Does he realize he's talking to someone who isn't here? Just how drunk is he?" The hutaakan rogue swishes her tail back and forth with a bemused canine grin on her face. "We should get some rest and start fresh in the morning, I think."Quinn looks like he is about to say something several times, then shuts his mouth with a contemplative look every time.
"Your ladyship, Where you are tied to your people, your people are likewise tied to you, All of the things going on are very important." He scratches his rather greasy scalp from not getting a recent proper wash, "I myself am of a straightforward skill set. I fight. My methods are not .. .. .. delicate, and I feel finding a blackmailer requires much subtlety and delicacy to find and defeat, which I have never been taught in the gladiatorial arenas. I would prefer dealing with the cult. I still need a more diverse skillset."
He seems to have spoken his peace.
"We should check on Quinten," Aureus suggests. "He nearly drank as much as you did." The hutaakan rogue heads over to the wharf-shack and raps on the open doorframe. "Quinten, are you up!"Quinn, in his still hungover state had made his speech while staring off into empty space. He holds his head and remains silent.
"I don't know," Quinten replies. "I don't think I'm skilled enough to fight alongside you.""Aw, come on, Quintin. If you are man ennough to drink like you did, you are man enough to be taught how not to die. I will teach you." mumbles Quinn through his own hangover.
"How comforting," Quinten quips with a smirk. He sighs and shakes his head in resignation. "Well, if Sir Ghal has ordered that I go, I really can't say no, can I." He moves gingerly to gather up his things while trying not to set off his hangover. Aureus insists again he get cleaned up, so he scrubs himself with sand and seawater and changes into some new clothes.”Death is just an aspect of life,” Caerth says drily.
Then realizing it wasn’t a very helpful remark, the druid continues, ”But you’ll not die today. Not while I’m around.”