Planetouched Peril

[Emperor Valerian]

*Assuming it is proper form to form a line, Aeron will walk behind the cleric and wait patiently. As soon as there is a obvious break in their conversation, he will clear his throat politely.*

"Madame."

*He'll give a polite bow to the woman behind the counter, assuming she is a higher ranking employee, if not the guildmaster.*

"Good sir." *He'll give another polite bow to the man who is obviously a cleric, before speaking to Sarwen.*

"I am called Aeron, and I believe I am listed in the Guild records as having been a recent member of the now defunct Defenders of Seven adventuring group. I left a message two days ago requesting information on any new groups that might be forming, but regretfully my call has not been returned. Perchance, madam, could you inform me of such? I apologize if this is a busy time."

*He'll say this in the polite tone of someone thats spent a little too much time around the nobility.*

Its been a week! I've been stuck in that crud-hole of a tavern for a week! I want out!

 

[Temujin]

Saku [ftr2]

* Taking the proffered hand, Saku rises to his knee, shaking his head slowly in disgust and embarassment. *

Good job, Saku. Nobody will mess with you now.
Look how they're all gripped with fear. He thought sarcastically as he sighed and closed his eyes.

* Glancing up to his aid, he nods a sincere thanks, his eyes opening as he rolls back onto the balls of his feet and rises to his full height. *

If nothing less, you've managed to attact attention. He notes as he looks at the firey-headed traveller before him. Scanning to room he takes in the patrons, taking note of some of the larger customers. I almost hope one of them makes a comment. My hands are beginning to forget the feeling of a good fight.

"Blessings be on yeh." He said, motioning to the bar. "Might I be able to buy yeh a drink in gratitude?"

 

[Cannibal_Kender]

"A drink would be most welcome", Zafira replies as she turns and heads to the bar.

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*Sarwen looks over at Aeron and raises one white eyebrow.*

"I haven't contacted you because there haven't been any new groups forming. Until just now, that is. Brother Pharos is looking to form a group, and I'm certain a wizard of your talents would be welcome. Brother Pharos, Aeron Malthis, radiance genasi sorcerer," Sarwen says, nodding her head at the priest.

*Pharos, you see a young handsome man with light blue skin, hair the color of new-minted gold, and violet eyes. He wears stylish robes in shades of deep blue with accents of gold, fine gold jewelry, and a signet ring. He bears a staff pieced together from many different kinds of good. Aeron, Pharos is an elegant man of elvish descent, with coppery-red hair and blue eyes.*

*Saku, in scanning the room you note a pair of half-orcs in a table near the door that gave a snort of amusement at your clumsiness before returning to their ale. They are massively muscled and have the look of drovers, their heavy canvas shirts and trousers coated with dust, their heads wrapped in colorful scarves, straw hats on the table beside them, and ropes belting their waist. But it seems that the music of the band, the loud conversation, and dancing held people's attention to other things. No one else seems to be looking at you, that you notice.*

 

[Emperor Valerian]

"Ah... I see what the problem has been, Madam. Thank you for your assistance."

*Turns to Pharos*

"Fair priest... Pharos, is it? If you are forming a new group, I am looking for a group to join. Perhaps we should sit down here, and discuss what nature of persons you are looking for and the nature of your quest... over a bottle of wine perhaps?"

 

[wolfheart]

"The first-time fee is fifty gold, which can be taken from your advance pay of your employers, if you don't have that kind of money on you," she explains.

"I am afraid it will have to come from any advance that may be offered, temple life pays spiritually, not in hard coin." Pharos gives a shrug and continues, " I should like very much to hear about the Halaran pilgrims, I feel that my faith may be tested by them as much as my sword."

*Pharos hears someone shuffle up behind him at the counter, The man politely interrupts, and curiosity leads Pharos to listen as the man addresses Sarwen.*

"Ah... I see what the problem has been, Madam. Thank you for your assistance."

*Turns to Pharos*

"Fair priest... Pharos, is it? If you are forming a new group, I am looking for a group to join. Perhaps we should sit down here, and discuss what nature of persons you are looking for and the nature of your quest... over a bottle of wine perhaps?"

Pharos is struck by the regal nature of Aeron, and is left to wonder what a man dressed in such finery would have need for adventure. The thought makes him laugh to himself as he realizes he is in his prayer robes and the radiance genasi is probably thinking the same thing.

"I must pass on the wine. Do not take offense, I have not taken drink since entering the priesthood, I hope you understand. I should very much like to talk to you about forming a group as it seems you have experience. I was just asking Sarwen about a group of Halaran pilgrims that are looking for escorts, and maybe more." Pharos motions for Aeron and Sarwen to join him at a nearby table.

 

[Emperor Valerian]

"No offense taken, friend Pharos. At my former place of residence, we encountered many priests... needless to say, I would have been surprised if you had taken drink. Then again, the Kord priests take drink, so there was no harm in asking."

*Aeron will give a slight laugh at the mentioning of experience.*

"Experience? If one would count one simple kobold hunt with a retiring party, then yes. In regards to escorting pilgrims... this will be my first time as well. I remember when a group of pilgrims came past my former home one time. Very interesting people... they were pilgrims to some smaller church though... Tor or Tyr?"

*Aeron will sit down at the table Pharos motioned towards as he continues to talk.*

 

[Temujin]

Saku [ftr2]

* Tucking away the half-orcs in his memory for later reference, Saku turns and follows his earth-garbed companion to the bar. *

"Something cold." He requests, addressing the owner. "Whatevuh be the ladies fancy as well." He adds.

Recieving his drink, Saku raises it, looking towards Zafia. "I am called Saku." He states, pausing afterwards to take a long pull on his drink and throwing a coin down on the bar. Drawing in a large breath of air, he sets his mug down, unwinding after a long journey.

[OOC: just wondering what time of day is it?]

 

[Cannibal_Kender]

"Zafira", she replies to the unspoken question.

She takes a sip of her drink, then places on the bar.

"So Saku", she says with a smile, "what brings you to Willow Grove?"

 

[Temujin]

Saku [ftr2]

*Saku motions to a nearby table, hoping to get off his weary feet.*

* Taking one last look at the distance to the table and any intervening patrons, Saku begins to walk backwards, still talking to Zafria. "The hunt for a killer." He says, taking another glance behind him and reaching out for a chair as he nears the table. "He killed someone close to me." *

Looks like I need another drink. He muses, glancing at the near empty mug before him. Where is that bastard anyways...
This town can't be that big.. He must be here. He reasons as he signals for another drink, still reaching for the chair.

"And yeh? Why are yeh in this hole? He questions Zafria, his right arm motioning around the room as if to say that this was the city.