*Draxiksus spins and sinks his axe into the glowing ball, penetrating deep into its soft body. It gives a cry like a child's, that is joined with another scream as Rokelsh comes running and slashes his sword deeply across it. From above your head comes a faint whoosh and thunk, as Noddy throws a dagger, and the ball drops, revealing it to be a dead white ball of soft and yeilding flesh, with odd slits and marks on it.*
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"Elexia. Elexia is my mother. Charity is my sister then. What are we doing when we get where we're going?" Laylyn asks.
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*In the city of Gajin, security is perhaps not as tight as one would hope. Or one would expect. Gryxas of the Stone Flyer order expected better, but he had to remind himself that the dwarven idea of security was a great deal different than the rest of the world. This place was as hot as a forge, but instead of the smell of hot metal, there was the smell of salt air, rotting fish, and grease from the taverns and food stalls. But despite the general squallor of this town, it did have a great deal of things from all over the world, as well as a great deal of people as well.*
*And a place such as this needed adventurers, and needed them badly. The Adventurer's Guild here would certainly be able to place you, or at least tell you where a hero was needed. But in the interim, if you needed to quench your thirst, there are a myriad of bars to attend. The Drunk Duck looks fairly amusing, as there is indeed a tipsy duck that wanders up and down the bar all night long. And it has a bard of some talent performing nightly. There's also the Inn of the Green Man, which specializes in an odd green beer, the Drowned Man, a very rough place where down-on-their luck sailors go in the hopes of convincing a pirate captain to take them.*
