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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Renfield" data-source="post: 1188858" data-attributes="member: 13493">Joran paused and cast a sidelong glance at Petunia, Petunia, what an odd name for a Dwarf, though damn near standard for a tree hugging Gaian. He furrowed his brow as he wondered whether the rotund dwarf could even hug a tree... ah well, either way she could be a big help in the efforts to hinder the Talisarans. "You know Petunia," he started as they traversed the crowded city streets. They had Arrived in Koryn but a few hours ago and were looking for a suitable tavern, Fib was one of those people who you didn't find, he found you. Not that it was impossible, just easier. "a Prophet like Fib is probably a font of this 'knowledge' you seek."The dwarf looked up at him and lifted a brow, if he hadn't been standing right next to her he would have assumed she was simply a fat male dwarf, but here it was quite hard to keep from notising that a lot of her chest was bosom. He held back the instinctive flinch as he mentally registered he had thought about the... round... dwarfs bosom and shook the thought away. She smirked as though reading his mind though if she did know the direction his thoughts had taken it didn't show in her words "Ye've got a good point there Joran. Mind if I tag along then?"The ranger shrugged his indifference in the matter and glanced at the others. Alias had a I-couldn't-care-less look and Delver was blank and passive though he thought he saw his eye twitch. The Dark Elf wasn't getting that many odd looks. An understandable thing in Koryn, Alagor was pretty welcoming to many though even a Shadow Elf gathered attention in most of the southern cities, however Koryn was a little more acceptable being a port town. Especially one that catered to trade with the island kingdoms of the west. So even the distrusted Dark Elves could have some relative peace in the open streets of the city.Delver had left his two zombies sitting at the bottom of the Lorindrift River, their armor keeping them anchored to the bottom, though the water damage was probably going to damage the items and probably not help the flesh of the things either. Either way, they had to be kept out of site and bringing them into the city would likely set off numerous alarms. Joran looked up into the sky and saw Gryphon Knights flying about. The Gryphon Knights of Alagor were something of an elite police force. While on the front lines or serving as arial scouts during times of war during times of peace, such as now, they often acted as a police force in the cities they were stationed at. In the evening they'd be replaced by the Drake Knights. Suffice to say any and all criminal activities were kept well out of sight in this city.They found a rather cozy looking inn and tavern, the Sober Sailor, and despite it's name there were surprisingly few sailors in the tavern. Oddly it was more respectable than the ranger had expected, despite the body that crashed through the table he and the others were about to sit at... A cry from the bartender and two rather large men, one looking like a barbarian from the northern plains around the Free Cities, took hold of the two fighting men and promptly threw them into the streets. The group quickly found an empty booth, it wasn't evening yet so the inn wasn't too crowded, and had a seat all ordering food and drink of their choice."Firewyne, and a nice salad please." Alias asked showing a surprising amount of manners, but considering the barmaid it wasn't surprising. The way she looked at Alias brought a smirk to Joran, if they were to stay at the inn this night chances are Alias would be getting his own room, but wouldn't be alone. The sorcerer turned to Joran and lifted a brow after he had taken his last glance at the bar maid "So my tree hugging friend," Joran rolled his eyes which only caused Alias to smirk. "you know about this Fib character first. So how do we find him or get his attention?"The ranger leaned forward and looked around to see if anyone was listening, he gave a mental smirk when he noticed a hooded figure with his head angled at an odd position indicating he had his attention on someone. "Well," he said in a quiet conspiratorial voice "We simply talk about the mad prophet like we don't want to be heard and I'm sure one of his followers will hear about it." he looked around again, more to get others attention to make them think he was telling a secret. "Then we only have to wait."Alias chuckled and shrugged "Very well." he said. Eventually everyones food and drink were delivered and the four would talk occasionally leaning in closer to one another to converse softly about 'The Mad Prophet' and it wasn't long after that the hooded figure finally stood up and approached their table. Joran wasn't sure but he thought he had seen the hooded man speak to someone twice before he approached."You seek the Prophet?" he asked simply.</blockquote>

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