DMDanW
First Post
Ingot replies, "Are you from the Empire, then? I have noticed that people from there seem to have a more... relaxed attitude towards worshipping the gods. Not everybody around here agrees that it's fitting for me to be a cleric of Vulkar."
Dextyr replies, “Yup, born and raised, but I had the need to get out and see the world you could say. As far as the gods go, I guess you could say that although I have a couple of favorites, I will say a prayer from time to time to all of them when the need arises.” Dextyr then looks Ingot straight in the face and states “..and as far as anyone telling you what you can and cannot do, well they can all just shut their yaps…Never let anyone tell you that you cannot be who you are Ingot”. Dextyr calms himself a bit after getting himself worked up with that last statement, and the lighthearted grin returns to his face.
"Indeed, I can feel it cutting the grease that had built up in my esophageal chamber. It's actually quite enjoyable!"
“Hahaha, cuts the grease…that’s perfect. I’ll have to write that one down. You don’t mind if I use that line in the future do you?...Haha, that’s a good one”
...Spent me life on that ship... if Stahbur ever gets a chance t'find the scallywag what done it... (he pulls out a mean looking serrated boarding knife from a hip sheath) ... well, he won't be sabotagin' no more ships! H'har harr!...
“Well I am truly sorry to hear that you are now homeless Stahbur, and I hope that you and your frightening looking blade cross paths with whoever was responsible for the incident on the Serpent” Dextyr replies glancing at the menacing oversized dagger.
"Greetings, I am Blade, servant of Maros and seeker of his foes, I am looking for someone and have been lead here by my visions to seek out what is hidden." Blade says coldly, but confidently, with a voice that demonstrates this Deva will broker no insolence.
He will walk over to the nearest table of obvious adventurers, "I believe it is customary to order a drink for new comrades, I will do so now. What is your desire?" Blade asks the others.
“Greetings Blade” replies Dextyr as he raises and pulls another chair over to the table making room for the newcomer. “Why don’t you join us and we can share the drinks you are buying and please do tell, if you can, more about this person you seek. Perhaps one of us can assist you”
As the cloaked elf moves over to the far wall Dextyr waves a greeting towards him “Greetings Tristan”. It is then that Dextyr notices the tension forming between the two newcomers and decides to stay out of whatever it is that may be formulating between them.