Catching Morgryms attention, he draws what seems to be sulfur match from his backpack. He ignites it and quickily draws a rough map made of smoke in the air. " lass, it's here on the eastern continent of E'n. " and before the map disappears, the alchemist adds a x to mark the capitol " ... and this is where I am from. The magnificent city of precious metals and good craftsmanship, but to get there you need to travel over vast treacherous mountains and wicked underground paths ". Morgrym scratches his head to emphasize his point " I am actually surprised I got here whole "[sblock=OOC]Scott, where exactly is Heinrich from? Is it the Landadel Baronies? Because if it is, Lyrra might actually understand his native dialect and be able to speak it in turn. I was just wondering.[/sblock]
Lyrra's eyes glaze over as a flurry of activity breaks out after the conclusion of the comedy act. This was far more activity than she could ever have hoped for. Then someone mentions something called the Sithir? Mountains, She had never heard of these Mountains before... "Where are these Sith'er mountains? I don't recognize that name." And finally the man called Heinrich spoke in a language she thought she recognized...
When Morgrym hears the proposition of free food he is sold and jumps right out of his seat. He picks up his backpack and finds a chair at Dame Morrogrim's table . With a wolfish grin, he says " Ladies, Gents " before ravenously throwing himself at what ever food on the table, especially the crisps. " aye, the lass is generous indeed " he whispers to Tigras."The Seithr mountains, Lyrra, were my first home. I am no longer welcome there," says Tirgas with some discomfort. "It seems the lad hails from there as well." Nodding in thanks to Dame Morrogrim, Tirgras again turns to Heinrich and Morgrym and says, "Why don't you two come join us at Dame Morrogrim's table? Her food is good and her generosity extraordinary."
Turning to the host Dame Morrogrim, without explanation, he asks bluntly " what do you wish to know ? "
Heinrich nods slowly and sadly, "Ja, like Düster Haus, not to go back there." He movers the Dame M's table, but does not par take of the food yet.
Taking notice of the conversation, he does not however participate, interested in knowing Heinrich's answer.Tirgas gives Heinrich a sympathetic smile and nod. "A fellow exile, then. I somehow doubt that you were compelled to leave this Düster Haus as a result of forswearing all clan allegiances and obligations in a druidic oath, however. If I may ask, what was it that drove you to Venza?"