I did not think this through. Now I have to tell them, as a lie would easily be seen through under this much scrutiny. Falco first turned to Lander. "Luck had nothing to do with it. The cloaked man was unable to attack with his magic, likely because of the Fruendithas, whoever he may be. It seems it was sealed, at least to the point where he could not attack. If he had been successful in blasting Deathdrinker, I imagine he would not have fled and I would have one less arm."
Whether intending to be insulting or as some form of humor to lightened the mood, Falco then gestured with his good arm towards the fairy hovering around them and said, "Did someone forget to seal the doors to the Feywild again? I think a few got out..." This was quickly followed by, "Of course I did not know who that man was, otherwise we would not be here having this discussion!"
Shaking his head and calming himself, Falco began to explain: "Each of your worlds has its legends. I am correct in assuming this, no? Perhaps about the origin of life or some powerful items of lore. It seems some worlds share such legends. The Orb the cloaked man spoke is this." Falco withdrew a first sized sphere of brass from a bag at his side, holding it in a vice grip in his right hand. "It is an Orb of Dragonkind, one of several Artifacts created from the spirits of ancient dragons. I do not know the full extent of its power, only that with it one can control brass dragons. If the legends are true, there are nine others, each corresponding to either a chromatic or metallic dragon variety, each allowing the possessor control over its corresponding dragon variety. I am not going too fast for anyone, am I?" Falco said rather blandly.
"Now then, I intended to share this information with as few people as possible. Mainly because I cannot trust anyone, not with knowledge of an Artifact. Controlling even a single branch of the ten common varieties of dragon would give one unbelievable power. Hell, as far as I know any one of you could attempt to take it from me right now, although that is unadvised. Not to mention now that you know about the Orb and who possesses it, you are all in danger from men like that cloaked figure. And if that was not enough, you all now also know who possesses the Black Orb of Dragonkind. Did anyone of you see the wyrmling's eyes? It was under magical compulsion, most certainly from the Black Orb which I believe the cloaked man possesses. It was not my intention to burden you all with this information, but I suppose that is the payment you get for lending me your aid and asking too many questions." Falco bit his tongue after that last sentence.
"I do not mean to sound ungrateful. It is the pain speaking. Yet, I have more to ask. I intend to find whoever this man is and kill him. I dare not invoke the power of the Brass Orb, so I ask you all to assist me in his slaying. I doubt I was the only one who felt the evil emanating from that man when he entered the Inn. A man such as him cannot be allowed to wield such power."
The remainder of the Inn patrons had cleared the room at this point. It was getting late, after all, but it was more then likely that Falco's words had frightened them away.
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