Zol, Therendor 17, 998 YK
( If I gave the impression that Verthick is a shifter, I'm sorry for the mix up. He's human. )
Verthick leads you up to the second story, and shows you to one of the rooms. The furniture inside has certainly seen better days, much like that of the tavern downstairs. On one side of the room, there is an old dresser, heavily scratched, with three drawers, the bottom most one missing. On the other side, an old bed, sagging a little in the middle, but not so badly as to cause discomfort. Beside it, undernearth a boarded up window, in a night table tipping heavily to one side, and at the end of the bed is a splintered wooden chest. Not exactly the lap of luxury.
" Sorry 'bout the sorry state of the dressings, mate. Once you've been with us a bit, maybe you can find yourself something a little more solid, " says Verthick.
" In any case, I should warn you that Barayle is the real jealous type. Seneira is his girl, but you wouldn't know it the way the little trollop behaves when other men are around. I'd keep my distance if I were you. "
" You were asking about who else would be joining us. There are three other members of our little group, but they like to kind of stick together, and it seems they've gone out. Ghunar, he's the oldest of us, and not just because he's a dwarf. Seneira's always teasing him about his beard going gray. Ogre is one of those tin men they built during the War. We call him that because he's always got that huge 'battlefist' or whatever they call them on his arm. Kind of comical, if you ask me. He and Ghunar have known each other since before we left Northedge. The last of us, Nilayne, she's a bit of an odd one. She's as human as you or I, but she's lithe like an elf. She doesn't say much either. Well, nothing, really. She's been struck by some kind of sickness that keeps her silent. Don't worry though, they tell me it's not contagious. Anyway, I don't know when they'll be back. "
Verthick turns to leave you to your room, and as he heads off back towards the stairs, he mentions, " If you need anything, there's drinks and a bit of food downstairs. I'm going to catch a little shut eye before the next game. The rest of us have rooms up on the third floor, if you need me. "
Well, Klik, it is certainly not the legions of Dhakaan, but everyone needs to start somewhere, do they not? Listen to me, Klik, and I will have you running this motley band. First though, you will need to get rid of that fellow, Barayle. No, nothing too overt. Subtlety is your friend. When an opportunity arises, take it. Well, wait for my signal, Klik. I will know when the time is right, do not you worry. I am here for you, Klik. You will rise, rise high above the rabble, will you not? Yes, Klik... You certainly liked the look of that girl, Seneira, did you not? I know you, Klik, I know what you think. You can do so much better. She is transparent, without substance. A pretty face can become a fatal weakness, eh, Klik?