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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Isida Kep'Tukari" data-source="post: 3839463" data-attributes="member: 4441">Andoran's raised eyebrow disappears into his hairline at Arrgha'n's comment, but accepts the handshake anyway."Somehow, that seems entirely expected," is all he says in return.  OOC:  Dude, seriously, those wantons are good, I don't blame you for being tempted.  Anyways, in asking around for information about the Demon Wastes, you find the people of New Cyre are more or less ignorant of such things.  Of Andoran, you learn that no one knows of that particular name, but when you describe him, an off-duty guard (whom you had to get fairly drunk) comments he saw a fellow of that general look going into and out of the Prince's home a few times.  Not surprisingly, after that auspicious start, you can't find anything about his "staff" or motives.  But, as for aberrant activity, [sblock]you do hear one interesting rumor.  There have been a series of maulings and thievings in the past several months in several of the small villages and hamlets around New Cyre, starting from the northeast and going towards the southwest.  The mauled victim is always robbed, almost always in a locked house, and is usually someone with a fair amount of money.  The string of crimes skipped over New Cyre, which makes your informant, a merchant of spices, think that whoever's behind this knew New Cyre had too many soldiers and inquisitives to make it worth his time.  You, on the other hand, remember hearing about these "locked room" mysteries before.  Sometimes it was a shapeshifting creature, sometimes just a clever thief, sometimes a magician, and sometimes it was a creature that could pop in and out of the Ethereal Plane as easily as you would walk into a room.  An ethereal filcher or maurader perhaps.  Or both.  The string of crimes is moving away from New Cyre, but in the general direction of the Orien trade road, the road you'll be following in the morning...[/sblock]Kurst can spend the evening carefully scribing himself a new scroll, knowing protection from extremes of temperature will be very useful in his upcoming trials.Valerian finds there is indeed magic on the wall, and of the illusion type as well.  However, poking his hand at the wall he feels only a rough wall, not the emptiness he had been expecting.  Lips pursed, he considers that perhaps this is a different type of illusion.  Shadow illusion perhaps?  It may very well be, which might give it substance except for those with certain talismans or those that were designated by the caster.At any rate, he can gather the fine food and drink and retire to a quite night of note-taking in his room.Maavnod passes a mildly uncomfortable evening in the small bed, but at least it is quiet within the inn.  Once the door is shut, he can't even hear the conversation in the common room.Irthos leaves, departing from the inn and soon the town altogether.  A quick survey of the land finds him a tree on a small rise, a place he can sleep that still gives him a good view of his surroundings.  The night passes fairly quietly, though he awakes with his scales slicked with dew.  "They're not pajamas darling.  Some of us just don't feel the need to truss ourselves up in armor," she says with a small smile, stepping into the room and closing the door.  Yatrax doesn't take a seat quite yet, but leans agains the wall next to the bed.  "No, not lovers.  He's not old enough to be my father, but certainly an older brother, and that would feel terribly awkward.  No, he is my employer, after a fashion, as he now is yours.  He found me, doing what I do best, and offered me an opportunity I could not refuse.  This surely will be dangerous, but the rewards..." she trails off, raising an eyebrow.  "You think you know where I'm from?" she gives a small silvery laugh.  "But yes, the barbarians.  They know this Labyrinth like the backs of their hands.  They know every spot of ambush, every deadfall and pit, every trap and fall corridor, every roaming monster and where their territory is.  When they have let the Labyrinth itself soften us up, they will attack without mercy.  The demons can attack cleverly or vicioiusly, depending on what kind they are.  Most are brutes, but some are intelligent.  Most have tough hides, are resistant to magic, and are terribly cruel.  All what you would expect from a demon," she tells him, brushing her hair back from her face.  In the shadows of the lantern, her own shadow is a breath behind her own motions.</blockquote>

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