The Secret Scion

[sblock=Mel, Rayni, Sheny]As the waitress walks past the table that Bail and the ladies occupy the young human waves her over "Four mugs of mead please" he says, his eyes sliding bashfully away from her pretty young face.[/sblock]
 

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[sblock="Mel, Rayni, Sheny, Bail (AKA Bail's Angels?)"]
Mel chuckles at Bail's bashfunless.

"So, Sheny, Rayni, any other plans besides finding a safe place to live?"[/sblock]
 
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[sblock=Mel, Rayni, Sheny]"Should we find work first and then look for somewhere more permanent to live? I've heard there are a couple of places where we could blend in pretty easy, places that wanderers go"[/sblock]
 


[sblock=Mel, Rayni, Sheny, Bail (AKA Bail's Angels?)]"Maybe we can get some housing by the university? That would let us blend in pretty well, as people do come and go there, work odd jobs, and squeeze a few into a home."[/sblock]
 

[sblock= Mel, Rayni, Sheny]"Damn you're right" Bail says, his cheeks flushing "I'm just not used to living in a city, or being hunted for that matter. The dirty, dangerous streets of the Mud Caves suit me better than anywhere up here. I like your help"[/sblock]
 

[SBLOCK=Hxaptos and Tondrek]"Well friend, I wont make you work and what ever money you make from working is yours to keep. Did you say that you like to make stuff though? That could be quite the enterprising work." replies Hxaptos.[/SBLOCK]
 

[sblock=Hxaptos and Tondrek]"Yeah, I make stuff. Stuff to go boom. Stuff to go clang. One day, make me own friends." He smiles brightly. "Need me to make stuff to go to bad place?"[/SBLOCK]
 

[sblock=Tondrek & Hxaptos]"I have put some thought to it and while I might have some sway and the two of us probably look more like we belong in Fallen, ravers wont care. Of you have some fire power, particularly something that can frighten or disuade the ravers from attacking us. Or we could go the other the way, you seem to have some ability with desception." he replies.[/sblock]
 

[SBLOCK=Tondrek and Hxaptos]Tondrek claps his hands together and bounces up a down a moment before reaching into his many pockets. He retrieves a small stone with arcane markings on it and a small greenish stick. "Oo, oo! These makey big boom-boom and these makey sicky smoke! That keep crazies away!"[/SBLOCK]
 

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