The Second Wind of Heroes (IC)

[WoodKerne]

Tadhg grinned as the girl infront of him questioned him. He was overjoyed that someone was interested by him

"Oh yeah, I guess I would do it myself" Tadhg once again entered a state of deep concentration, one could almost hear gears struggling to turn in his head.

"Well, I suppose I'm a happy person, most D'iascs aren't. Thats actually kinda why I'm here, they sorta kicked me out. We are ment to be all somber and wise and thats...thats" He flashed a toothy grin as he shook his head "Thats really not me" He smiled then realised it might of given off the wrong message and portray D'iascs in a bad light, he stumbled to correct himself

"I mean... its not that most of us are angry or anything.... they're just....just" A moment of clarity came to Tadhg. "They're just scared, thats all." He was thrilled, he had figured it out for himself. "That IS it! They're just scared." He proudly stood up straight "And I'm going to change that"

[Ontos]

Raki stared at the words in the book. The typeface was already hard to read; Raki was used to the beautiful and neat writing of the scribes of Empora, not some tribal scrawling that he could barely make out the words of.

"D'iasc... are... in... tell... li... gent... gia... nts..." Raki read the book out slowly, struggling with every letter. The book smelled of positive, perhaps, wishful thinking, considering what sort of personality Tadhg had. Tadhg was polite, which Raki felt a sense of joy at, and claimed to be able to fix 'stuff', but the magic eater was sure that Tadhg would buy a magic ring that only made its wearer hungrier if Raki used the correct words to sell the ring.

A thought flickered into his mind, and Raki flipped through the book with haste. He noted that the book, other than the 'article' on D'iasc, was alphabetically arranged.

"M... m..." he mouthed underneath his breath. "Merman." He heaved a sigh of relief, though whatever words he could recognise from a simple glance confused him. The attributes 'tricky', 'sly' and 'steals your spear when you trust him for a few minutes' were not terms he would unerringly apply to the the race of mermen. Shutting the book and handing it back to Tadhg with exhausted joy, another thought popped into Raki's mind and startled him.

Wait, what about P, he thought? Parasitos? Did the D'iasc ever record down the presence of his race?

"Could I have the book back for a bit, Tadhg?" he asked. Raki smiled politely towards Tadhg, though his private thoughts leaned towards comparing Tadhg to his racial description unfavourably. "I can tell about what you say is a bit true. The book seems to be all about first impressions of the worst of the race by overly trusting individuals." He paused for a bit, contemplating the implication of his words.

"Sorry," Raki lowered his head apologetically. "No offense."

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Micah sighed at Nowe's words. She certainly would join the group, but she sounded like she could leave at the drop of a hat.

"How about you don't leave at all, and I can arrange a reward that's less about the money and more about rarity?" he asked, his eyes narrowing at Nowe in displeasure.

Micah counted off his fingers as he spoke. "Like a balrog's horn? A phoenix's feather? Perhaps a meeting with someone that could be of assistance to you?"

Throwing up his hands, he wandered back to the group Raki and the others were in. "I bet that Orsini would whip that girl into proper attitudes in a bit if she wasn't late," he muttered to himself, although his voice was just loud enough for Nowe and Acacia to hear. "If she was here already..."

Micah looked back at the two girls, his face half-concealing an annoyed scowl.