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Message: <blockquote data-quote="nonamazing" data-source="post: 2898688" data-attributes="member: 12118">"And what would be wrong with that, comrade?  If you will recall, noble Nightshadow, we've camped out in much worse places than this before."  Ixen throws his arms wide, indicating the cozy splendor of the room.  "Here we have food, water and comfortable shelter.  A true paradise compared to the two weeks we spent camped on the edge of the Demon Wastes.""But I understand what you mean, comrade Farsis.  There is little use in spending our time arguing over who has a right to be here and who does not, when only our yet-absent Captain knows the truth of the situation.  I assume we are to wait for him?" asks the barbarian, looking at Izril."Oh, and you wished to know how I came to be here, master Arlas?  I did indeed return to the Land of Dragons, where my people listened to tales of the Iron Ravens with much appreciation.  I owe a great deal to Lord Ranos, may the seven flames caress his soul.  He gave me so many opportunites to achieve glory--my time with the Ravens accorded me much respect among my tribemates." "I recently returned to Khorviare at the behest of my master, and made landfall on the edge of the Shadow Marshes.  I recalled that good master Grackt was known to have lived there, so I chose to seek him out."  Grackt, the company chef, was, in his own way, one of the most infamous Ravens.  The grizzled old half-orc wasn't a particularly good cook, but he was generous with the burnt portions he served, and willing to cook just about anything.  Ixen was assigned as Grackt's assistant for a while, mostly to keep the boy out of trouble (Ixen had a tendancy to light fires when bored, so Ranos cleverly put him somewhere  he'd have fires to play with all day)."I was greatly saddened to learn that Grackt had passed away."  Ixen bows his head for a moment.  "His widow gave me the letter she had recieved for him.  The words of Ranos lit a fire in my heart, and thus I rushed cross the lands 'twixt here and there, arriving, as it seems, at just the right moment."  Ixen grins broadly at his assembled comrades.  "No doubt the captain will be here with us in but a handful of moments.  While we wait, however, I would be pleased to hear the tales of those assembled--surely four years passed have brought some stories before your hearts."Ixen strolls around the small room as he talks, eventually ending up near one of the bay windows, idly fingering the heavy cloth curtains that lie to each side with an odd gleam in his eye.  "Hmm...," he mutters in his native tounge, almost inaudibly.  "This fabric would burn quite well..."</blockquote>

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