Hushabye
~@ShwiggityShwah, @13org (HUS)~
Once both Ozzy and the creature were done examining each other, the latter swiped some food from a trap to offer to the former, having thought that Ozzy wanted some food since he motioned to his mouth. Ozzy took it in stride though, glad at having found out that the creature was a compassionate one.
Haley cringed, though, when Ozzy accepted the food gift, a rotting carcass of a rabbit, and bit off of a very tiny part of it. She understood, of course, that it had to be done.
The creature's attention then shifted to the Siren, admiring the purple colors of her plume. Haley, despite being unsure about this white beast, indulged the curiosity and spread her wings. The Siren smiled a teasing grin as she showed off her wings. "Like what you see? Sorry, but I don't swing that way." She told the creature. Haley knew her words would not be understood, it was just a little remark.
"I don't know, Ozzy. Even if we could convince them she's friendly, I doubt they'd just let it go. They might demand payment for the lost properties. Are we willing to pay them in exchange for allowing us to keep her?" Haley formed an idea and suggested it. "We can just lie. Tell them we dealt with her and collect the reward. She's not gonna terrorize the farmsteads anymore anyway although I guess she can't head in Ambran's direction anymore."
"Georgia, huh? Where'd that come from? If I may ask?"
~@Restalaan (YNG)~
"Ah, you're from the Guild? Of course, of course! Come inside!"
The church's interior was a whiplash. The Order's influence was still there; Holy symbols engraved on the walls and pillars, bright colors of blue and white and gold painted the surfaces and inspired holiness, the stained windows depicted holy and saintly figures bathed in beautiful light. On the other hand, there were busts and statues erected within that showed off the forms of voluptuous women in obscene poses. Portraits with erotic images hung on the walls. The fusion of these two things made the place appear more awkward than holy or lewd.
"Like I said, we're not done converting it so all of this feels a little off, no?"
The Dark Priest frowned, sympathetic. "Mmm, sounds like a string of failures. Just one after the other." She replied. "You know, there's a saying. 'When it rains, it pours'. It basically means that bad times tend to come together, rather than interspersed with the good." The Dark Priest adviced. "But surely you had done some good meanwhile, right? While you cannot ignore your shortcomings, you must neither ignore your victories."
"I hope my advice has helped." The Dark Priest finished. "Do you have a partner? Nothing raises the spirits like being in the arms of your beloved. Or having your beloved in you." She giggled.
"Oh, we don't practice martial arts here. We practice... other arts." The Dark Priest winked at you. "Although I hear there is a retired warrior here in Boreal Port. Nero, I believe his name is."
~@ShwiggityShwah, @13org (HUS)~
Once both Ozzy and the creature were done examining each other, the latter swiped some food from a trap to offer to the former, having thought that Ozzy wanted some food since he motioned to his mouth. Ozzy took it in stride though, glad at having found out that the creature was a compassionate one.
Haley cringed, though, when Ozzy accepted the food gift, a rotting carcass of a rabbit, and bit off of a very tiny part of it. She understood, of course, that it had to be done.
The creature's attention then shifted to the Siren, admiring the purple colors of her plume. Haley, despite being unsure about this white beast, indulged the curiosity and spread her wings. The Siren smiled a teasing grin as she showed off her wings. "Like what you see? Sorry, but I don't swing that way." She told the creature. Haley knew her words would not be understood, it was just a little remark.
"Can we keep her? She'd probably eat the guild out of house and home, but the job said Identify her. I still have no idea her species. This would call for more research. Maybe we discovered a new species. She's a brand new, first of her kind. We can name her Georgia! Maybe we could show them that she's friendly. I mean if-"
"I don't know, Ozzy. Even if we could convince them she's friendly, I doubt they'd just let it go. They might demand payment for the lost properties. Are we willing to pay them in exchange for allowing us to keep her?" Haley formed an idea and suggested it. "We can just lie. Tell them we dealt with her and collect the reward. She's not gonna terrorize the farmsteads anymore anyway although I guess she can't head in Ambran's direction anymore."
"Georgia, huh? Where'd that come from? If I may ask?"
~@Restalaan (YNG)~
"Greetings. I'm from the Guild, and one of the newer tenants. I was just taking a look around and seeing the area. If it's not too troubling, may I look at the inside of the church? I've never been into a church."
"Ah, you're from the Guild? Of course, of course! Come inside!"
The church's interior was a whiplash. The Order's influence was still there; Holy symbols engraved on the walls and pillars, bright colors of blue and white and gold painted the surfaces and inspired holiness, the stained windows depicted holy and saintly figures bathed in beautiful light. On the other hand, there were busts and statues erected within that showed off the forms of voluptuous women in obscene poses. Portraits with erotic images hung on the walls. The fusion of these two things made the place appear more awkward than holy or lewd.
"Like I said, we're not done converting it so all of this feels a little off, no?"
"Well...How should I say this? It has just been a rough time for me. I failed an old lady, couldn't stop or help a man from crashing to his death, and even the success I had is making things strained between Guildmaster Bart and Neil."
The Dark Priest frowned, sympathetic. "Mmm, sounds like a string of failures. Just one after the other." She replied. "You know, there's a saying. 'When it rains, it pours'. It basically means that bad times tend to come together, rather than interspersed with the good." The Dark Priest adviced. "But surely you had done some good meanwhile, right? While you cannot ignore your shortcomings, you must neither ignore your victories."
"I hope my advice has helped." The Dark Priest finished. "Do you have a partner? Nothing raises the spirits like being in the arms of your beloved. Or having your beloved in you." She giggled.
"But that's enough of me, I don't suppose your church has anyone practicing martial arts and such? I was hoping for a friendly spar or such. Even those lizardwoman or salamander would be a good test."
"Oh, we don't practice martial arts here. We practice... other arts." The Dark Priest winked at you. "Although I hear there is a retired warrior here in Boreal Port. Nero, I believe his name is."