The Lamentation of Lolth - Chapter I

[hippocrachus]

Fearing to seem rude, he greets the woman with a bow (as much as the bar counter will permit) and excuses himself for a moment.
Calenthang notices another elfkin walk over to a seat near the fireplace, close to where he sat originally, and decides to go talk with him. He walks over and addresses him. "Hello, friend. Why not come and join me at the bar?" his melodious brassy voice more eloquent in his native Elven tongue.

 

[Velmont]

"Hello, friend. Why not come and join me at the bar?"

"I have nothing interesting to say. I am just a loner who have always prefered to talk to his Mule rather than a person. And most of the tavern talk I have heard lately have nothing that interest me, usually talking about the latest gossip. It is really not my kind of discussion. Thank you, but I'll decline."

 

[hippocrachus]

"If my best friend was the son of a donkey I suppose I'd be a loner too," he says sadly.
He recites something his mentor once told him in Sylvan, mainly to himself, as he walks away, "Cold hearts make quiet friends." He sighs as he sits back down at the bar. Surely someone here has something pleasant to share. He looks at the group in front of him, at the bar, nonplussed.

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

Mosslime: Finhead Saurial/Male

Mosslime looks confused as he tries to figure out someway to explain a complex thought like that of saurial speak and out races… Finally he makes the same sign for speaking again and points to himself and nods his head up and down in a “yes”. Then he points to where his ear hole is, Saurials have internal ears, and then points to all the others in the inn while shaking his head in a “no”.

 

[Seonaid]

Chastity D'Agnacia, female human paladin

Chastity raises her eyebrows as Calenthang leaves and then returns. "Having trouble finding a place to sit?" she asks lightly.

 

[hippocrachus]

"It would seem as such," he says, a smile returning to his face, "I am Calenthang, miss Chastity, I apologize for not saying as much earlier."

 

[Seonaid]

"Well met, I say again," she responds cheerily. "Are you on quest, as it seems at least two of us are?" A hint of her noble breeding shows through for a moment but is quickly lost. She seems not to notice her "lapses" into upper class manner when they occur.

 

[Chaos Apostate]

Caelbryn eats in silence, though his manner is perfectly amiable. He then sits back to enjoy his ale, listening with interest to the various conversations going on around him.

 

[hippocrachus]

"More like vacation, but life is a quest, as they say..." he admits, though not quite sure who "they" are.

 

[Jarval]

Andreas Darants, Human Sorcerer

Mosslime looks confused as he tries to figure out someway to explain a complex thought like that of saurial speak and out races… Finally he makes the same sign for speaking again and points to himself and nods his head up and down in a “yes”. Then he points to where his ear hole is, Saurials have internal ears, and then points to all the others in the inn while shaking his head in a “no”.

Again initially confused by the Saurial's gestures, Andreas attempts to figure out what was meant.

"You can speak, but no-one else can? No-one else speaks your language? No, no, that's not right. You can speak but you can't hear? No... You can speak, but no-one else can hear you?"