Great Bazaar, Market Ward, Sigil@Lurking Krog @Abstract Proxy @Guardian Angel Haruki"We do indeed have blackberry," says the hag, indicating with a long fingernail towards a tub of purple ice cream.
"Ah, none for me, thank you," Lissandra says, raising her hand in front of her as Beigeiros offers to pay for ice cream. "After all, it would be improper for me to take advantage of such a deal as I will not be accompanying you." She taps her logbook. "My interests remain within Sigil, but I hope that your journey is a successful one."
The hag nods approvingly as she proceeds to scoop out three lots of ice cream: one from the purple tub, one from a tub of hot pink ice cream, and the final one, as Aaliyah didn't give an order, she hesitates, looking Aaliyah up and down before taking from a white tub which had little chocolate lumps in it. She handed out the three scoops and gave a big smile. "Hope you enjoy, and good luck on your journey!"
During this whole interaction, it seems Lissandra has located the portal key, a large, old coin, which she holds up. "Whenever your ready," she says. "You can choose to eat those now or after you've gone through the portal. I've heard those who are unused to this mode of travel tend to get a little queasy though, so, exercise your judgement carefully." She gives a small laugh which leaves into question how serious her warning is.
Ubiquitous Wayfarer, Lower Ward, Sigil@rush99999 @Fading Memory"To our expedition!" Ulgad cheerfully repeated Fyodor's toast, though he was the only other member of the group to do so. Jarret's response to Fyodor's toast was to immediately tip back his head and down his whole glass of wine. Wynvere merely gave a small nod to her comrades before taking a small sip of her drink. A keen-eyed observer might notice tiny ice fractals forming on the surface of her wine as she did so.
It was as they were enjoying their drinks that Zaraknyvr approached with an offer to travel together. Before any of them can respond, Fyodor cuts in and makes his stance about travelling with the drow clear. Seeing the human reaching for something, Ulgad quickly steos forward so he's between the two men.
Thankfully, the drow doesn't push his offer, withdrawing his services though not before making a cutting remark at the Bleak Cabal. Fyodor also took his hands off whatever weapon he had been readying. Ulgad looks between the two before settling his eyes back on Zaraknvyr, somewhat critically. "Listen, I have no problem with blood drinkers - I've seen, fought against and alongside far worse in my days - but your manners leave a lot to be desired, friend," the gnoll said. "Think I'll ask kindly that you give us a wide berth on the road ahead."
Jarret mumbles something vaguely affirmative into his wine glass, while Wynvere tilts her head curiously at Zaraknyvr... before quickly losing interest in him entirely and returning to her drink.
Tabiah watches this whole confrontation without speaking or really making an effort to intervene, merely raising an eyebrow at Zaraknyvr. Abasi gives a small irritable flick of his tail that implies he is aware of what's happening around him, but is very pointedly ignoring it. Tabiah must have noticed this because she gives him a small scratch behind his ear, which seems to calm him and his tail becomes still once more. Once it seems like a bar fight is not about to happen, the mage finishes her drink before standing up and approaching Zaraknvyr and the Bleakers. "We should be going now," she says gently to the drow. She gives a small nod to each member of Fyodor's expedition before motioning for Zaraknvyr to follow her towards the cellar. She opens the door, leading to a dimly lit staircase which she starts to descend. As she does so, Abasi raises his head to look at the drow, his yellow-green eyes seeming incredibly bright as the lighting around them gets progressively dimmer.
"First impressions really aren't your strong suit, are they, elf?" the cat says.
Once the trio are partially out of the room, Ulgad turns his head towards Fyodor. "You alright, lad?" he says, placing a paw on the younger man's shoulder.
Former site of Tir na Og, the Outlands@Digizel @Rune_AlchemistThe bugbear took a quick step back as the log in front of him suddenly caught light. "Oof, a little warning next time! Almost singed me fur off!" he says. However, once the surprise has worn off, a relieved smile forms on his face. He stands up before looking over to where Raella and Therlxora. "Leave off!" he calls to the dragonborn. "The girl's doing no harm."
Therlxora glares at Raella for a moment, smoke coming out of her nostrils as the noble's attitude seems to be grating on her. However, when she glances over her shoulder, she sees none of her allies feel the same - in fact, both the half-orc and dwarf seem to be pointedly ignoring her. She gives a snort and then turns away from Raella, returning where she had been pacing moments before.
The bugbear motions Raella over. "That's Therlxora. Don't mind her. She's just a little cranky because she hasn't gotten the chance to sink her axe into anything today." He grins. "I'm Rath." He points over to the dwarf and half-orc. "That's Harmyr and that's Brakon-"
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Doctor," the half-orc cuts in, though he doesn't pause from his work or look round as he does so. In fact, one gets the sense that this correction is in fact automatic.
Rath rolls his eyes. "
Doctor Brakon Darkdraft," he corrects himself. "He's
very insistent on that, apparently." He looks back to Raella. "Yeah, we're the ones who got rid of Tir na Og." He frowns. "Though, err, understand, none of us four were actually
here when it happened. You'd have to talk to one of the higher-ups if you want to know the 'how'." He glances over his shoulder towards the large tent. "And they're a little busy at the moment. I don't know how they'd take you just waltzing in." He motions towards the campfire. "But you're welcome to sit here until they're done. We're just about to cook up food for the rest of the troops before we move out again."
Meanwhile, back at the lake, Tanrith's words did seem to give Faelee pause, as her teasing smile vanished when she realised that maybe, just maybe, her little jab at Sarceron during this moment was not entirely appropriate.
"Oh trust me, I know this woman well enough," Sarceron responds, somewhat coolly. However, when he glances over at her slightly ashamed expression, and then back at Tanrith's optimistic face, he gives a sigh. "But I suppose I can't really
afford to turn away help at this time, no matter the source."
"And I do want to help," Faelee says.
"Hm," was all Sarceron could respond to that. He doesn't seem entirely convinced, but he withholds anymore cutting remarks he could have made. He looks over at Tanrith. "You mentioned just a little while ago that you have connections with the Wylders. My sect, the Plane-tenders, are... off-and-on allies of theirs. In fact, our sectol Cellach was last seen heading over to them to assist them. We haven't been able to get in contact with them since this all happened. You... haven't happened to see him over this past week?" He motions next to him to indicate a person of about six feet. "This tall, human, copper hair, fair-skinned, robes not dissimilar to my own, often carries a bow?"
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