Troupe of the Painted Soul IC!

[hellbender]

Zinovii rouses quietly from meditation, draws the curtains back, and opens his window, looking out into the street below, glancing around for anything out of place, including any hint of those with elven blood. He looks casually over to his familiar, Anthusa.
"Shall we wash up for breaking our fast and see what our new companions are up to?", he asks her, striding slowly to over to the door to unbolt it and find a maid who can furnish him with a basin of clean water.

 

[apocalypstick]

Upon waking, Christian runs a comb through his hair and washes his face, changes his clothes, tucks his dagger into his boot and heads downstairs - but not before recasting the Alarm spell upon the door to his room, so that he will know if anyone attempts to enter whilst he is away.

He takes a light breakfast in the dining room while waiting for the rest of the Troupe to awaken.

 

[squirrel]

After waking up, Dembrilion finds whoever he needs to for a basin of water to make a quick washing of his face. He then places a dagger at each boot, places two more in easily released places upon his body, and his shortsword into his right glove of storing while keeping his coin pouch in his left one.

He heads downstairs to get breakfast and meet up with the rest of the Troupe. Once in the dining room, Dembrilion greets any of the members that are already down there.

{ooc- Sollir its unlikely Dembrilion would leave the window open}

 

[Sollir Furryfoot]

A regular, unassuming pidgeon flies onto Zinovii's bed, coming through his window as he opens it. It gives his cat a daring stare, before looking back at the elf, and ruffling its feathers for a second. The bird's feathered then seems to melt into its body as it grows larger, and a young girl takes its place on the bed.

"Good morning," Carrie said to Zinovii, grinning, "Don't just leave on my account." She takes a moment to look at herself in the mirror, and, upon finding her hair in a bit of a mess, she takes a second to pat it down a bit before continuing.

"Anyways, I did some scouting last night-got the lay of the island for the most part. Being a pidgeon is just so boring though, I wish they had hawks here...Oh well." She sighs, "I do have a couple bits of information to relay to the group, nothing special, I'm just here as it would look very suspicious for the same pidgeon to both come from the same room, and go back to the same room, don't you think? You wouldn't mind, would you?" Carrie, now positively beaming, asks Zinovii.

As a general plus, it might get the attention of one of the other guys here, I imagine.

 

[hellbender]

"Good morning, fair Lady!," exclaims Zinovii to the pidgeon-cum-woman before him, " you are most certainly welcome to use my humble room as an entrance. I wouldn't mind a bit at all."
The elf extends an arm cordially, "Would you mind accompanying me downstairs, where we can join up with the rest of the troupe, break our fast, and hear your news? Possibly we can make a map of the area. I have the ability to scribe down information fairly well, I could give cartography a try. I am eager to hear what you have found out."

 

[Sollir Furryfoot]

"Of course," Carrie says as she takes Zinovii's outstretched arm and they walk out of his room with her arm with his, "A map of the place sounds like a good idea, though that may take some time-let's get breakfast first."

I think I'm getting spoiled...ah well, live it while it lasts. Now I wonder if that inquisitor is staying here, I hope not. Her smiling face doesn't show it, but inside Carrie feels worried about the Emperor's presence in the city. That's why we're here though, I guess.

 

[hellbender]

Zinovii leads Carrie down gently to the inn's common room, looking about for the other Troupe members. Seating the young woman, the elf has a seat and watches the morning crowd.
"Normally my pet Anthusa is my companion on journeys, but she can sleep in and keep an eye on the room upstairs."

 

[Neowolf]

More out of instinct than any real conscious effort, Kail quietly slinks up to the table occupied by Carrie and Zinovii. With a curt nod and a short "Good morning," Kail orders a frugal breakfast. That done, he once again seats himself against the wall (or, if that's not possible, he seats himself such that he can survey the largest part of the common room easily).

 

[Sollir Furryfoot]

"Thanks." Carrie says, "Hrm, I'm not really that hungry, but I can relate to you guys the lay of the land around here. I got a real bird's eye view." She says as she winks.

Carrie then continues to explain about last night's findings, although she leaves out the part about the wagons full of weapons for the time being, in case anyone's listening. She'll relay to them in a manner so that Zinovii can get at least a semi-accurate map if possible, though.

 

[hellbender]

"Good morning, Kail," Zinovii says cheerfully, "I hope your sleep was restful. Carrie's scouting seems to have been most fruitful."
The elf attempts to render a map based upon Carrie's description, asking questions to get the scale and any major sites as accurate as possible.


(Ooc: I will deduct a few silvers for parchment and ink as I forgot to add these initially.)