The Sudden Approach of Unexplainable Power: IC

[unleashed]

“It seems I pitched it just right then,” Aekalos laughs. “Ah yes, my room... certainly, lead the way, I’ll be right behind you.”

 

[Nonlethal Force]

She leads Aekalos up the stairs, her perfectly fitted hostess gown rising to a near perfect inch above each step as she climbs. At the top she smiles and confesses, feeling the need to make small talk. "We paint the rooms rather than use numbers or names like other inns because we've found that many of our hands - and only a small few of our patrons - cannot read. It becomes rather embarrasing. We just have to make sure that any of the hands who have trouble with colors stay in the kitchen." She is overcome by a slightly embarassed look. "Dear me, you don't have such problems with color, do you, sir?"

 

[unleashed]

“Well, I wouldn’t know about other inns, but painting and identifying each room by a different colour sound like a fun idea... I’m sure it gives each room a different feel at the very least,” Aekalos remarks, smiling back. “Oh, no, you needn’t worry about that, my colour perception is just fine, though thank you for asking. Hmm, I don’t suppose you speak elven by chance, miss, as I haven’t had the chance to converse in that particular tongue for quite some time.”

 

[Nonlethal Force]

She frowns. "No actually, I do not speak elven. Although I can understand why you might think so. In truth, I was raised by two humans, my aunt and uncle as it were. My parents died while I was young, too young to remember, actually. My aunt tells me that they died in a tragic fire. The apartment building they were staying in caught fire. My father was consumed by the flames ... my mother died from complications of the burns a few days later. My aunt and uncle took over. My aunt is my mother's sister. They do not know much about the elves of my heritage. But listen to me blubbering about my life. Do you have elven heritage in you, sir?"

 

[unleashed]

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realise... pardon me for bringing up such a tragic memory,” Aekalos says ruefully. “As for your question, no I don’t have any elven heritage, but I know the language, as my people tend to spend some time around elves. My heritage is of a draconic nature, though it’s pretty hard to see any physical signs of it apart from my eyes and some highlights in my hair.”

 

[Nonlethal Force]

The woman sticks the key into the door and gives it a twist. The door opens, but the room is quite dark. "I'll light a few of the rooms lamps for you." She steps into the darkness with a purpose, knowing exactly where to go to find the lamps. In a few minutes the room is lit witha soft light. "You're welcome to lengthen the wicks to make the room more bright or shorten the wicks to extinguish the light entirely."

Returning back to the prior conversation she also says, "Don't worry about bringing up a moment. I was so young and never knew them that it doesn't stir much true emotion in me. All I've ever known were my aunt and uncle and they treated me well. But you say dragon heritage? I've never seen a dragon! Of course, I've never seen a troll either, so that doesn't mean much."

 

[unleashed]

Following her in, once the first lamp is lit, Aekalos looks around the room as she lights further lamps. “No, this is enough light for me for now, thank you.”

“Well, I’ve never seen a troll either, but I’ve been fortunate enough to see a few different dragons. Majestic and powerful, I guess, are the best words to describe them... especially when you see them in flight,” he replies smiling, a look of reverence in his bright bronze eyes.

 

[Nonlethal Force]

"You've seen multiple dragons? Hopefully not in a fight..."

Her voice is interrupted from someone calling at the foot of the steps. "Lissa, are you upstairs? The podium is unmanned!"

The girl smiles. "That will be for me, if there is anything else, you know where to find me..." She looks down to her hand and realizes the second piece of parchment she grabbed off of the podium is still there. "Oh, drat!" A look of mild frustration passes over her face.

 

[unleashed]

“No, fortunately I didn’t see the dragons in a fight,” Aekalos chuckles, before adding with a smile, “and, I do know where to find you, should I need anything else.” Glancing down at the parchment, he asks, “Is that perhaps something I can help you with, Lissa?”

[SBLOCK=OOC]In a strange twist, you’ve just named the hostess with the same name I used in another game, for a female human child who is posing as the sister to my gnomish bard to hide her identity. [/SBLOCK]

 

[Nonlethal Force]

[Sblock=OOC]Hey, I name 'em as they come. Pure chance tis all! Ironic, though.[/Sblock]

She glances to Aekalos. "No, it is the request for bath water. I should have given it to one of the boys before bringing you up here, that's all. Your chicken and the water will be up within a half-hour, sir." She waits to see if there is any reply and then heads off, leaving Aekalos alone in his room.