Hashkavak follows Norros in and sits himself at a table, with the rest of the party. "
I'll take an order of Beef boronal, and a mulled wine." He says to the serving elf. "
Hey guys, I'm gonna see if I can get us a free meal, and maybe get our room's comped." He stands up and walks to the center of the inn and begins the opening stance of the
path of shadows taking the moment to focus his mind he begins the steps of the
March of the Light -one of the more energetic dances. As the dancing continues he loses himself more and more in the mediative aspects of the dance rapturing in the flood of visions given by his union with Kavak. Pouring more and more of himself into the dance, he seems to no longer be in control of himself, and more an extension of the Quori spirit within. Feeling the righteous fury of the renegade Quori as they battle the darkness of Il-Lashtavar he then slows his steps finishing with a graceful transition from
stepping warrior, into this particular steps closer
Katesh's last stand named for the spirit who held the pass of Mabar so the other Quori could escape back into the dream world of Dal Quor. Coming back into focus of reality Hashkavak closes his palms in front of him offering a bow to the patrons and favoring Kashana with his gaze "
What happened to her," he thinks. "
it's almost as if she's ashamed to be Kalashtar." However, this particular step leaves him rather exhausted, and decides to speak to her later. Right now he wants to eat, and the sleep.
OOC:
[sblock]I got a 25 on my check, so according to the SRD that's 1d6 GP in a prosperous city, I don't know how prosperous Krevak is, but I'm sure thats at least worth dinner and a night's sleep. Although, such a check has "gotten the attention of wealthy patron's" mayhaps the attention is unfavorable.[/sblock]
![:]](http://www.enworld.org/forum/images/smilies/devious.png "Devious :]")
