Marcus XVI

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Tarquin smiled quite haughtily at Rockmar and shook his head slightly. "The latter I can do, but not the former." He nudged his head a bit towards Eve and the child "The li'll miss is rather busy at the moment and I'd hate to bother her." Very calmly the elf began examining the corner the girl was looking out from.

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Tarquin stopped playing the song for a moment, dropped on one knee next to the child and very gently placed his hand on her shoulder. "Li'll miss, I'm sure there will be no trouble, but I'd rather you'd be closer to the table." He managed a very kind and warm tone - almost surprisingly so for an elf. "Staying close to one another may sound a bit dumb at a time like this, but it's actually a bit more difficult to follow where everyone is if a little scuffle is going to break out." He glanced at the constable "Is there a larder or other such... reasonably safe and hopefully large space for the non-combatants to gather in?"

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I very much prefer the tactic of burning everything myself... Though we might also burn the lood TwT That wouldn't be nice.

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Tarquin lifted his flute to his lips and began playing an old battle song. It began as a soothing melody which slowly turned in to a triumphant one. The song was woven with bardic magic and it began steeling the hearts and minds of those present, preparing them for the coming battle, boosting their morale and confidence. As he played the tall elf sort of wandered around the room, like he was searching for weaknesses in the building itself.

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Now now, I'm just working from experience I sused to RP in Feral ya know. That was something. When my character joined the group back in the day the group had already caused a bit of a mayhem and the best part was we kinda... accidentally blew up a clocktower, the city's arsenal and powder reserves AND my inventor's workshop filled to the brim with a very potent explosive compound in the store room. ^^ The rest of the humans didn't quite take it well ^^;;

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So... we just have to kill everyone in the village ^^ I'll get the alchemist's fire and sharpen my blade ^^ Someone bring marshmallows.

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.... OwO We are NOT fighting a God.

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Tarquin glanced at Cedric and shrugged his shoulders. "If my memory doesn't betray me killing a hellhound with ordinary blades and such is possible, but rather difficult. I'd rather not tangle with a hellhound with only my rapier - be it slightly enchanted or not. If we'd have a way to bless our weapons with a proper blessing..." He again went on to mumble to himself for a moment before he pointed to the ceiling "Ah! Some stories say weapons coated with silver or even some form of silver powder would greatly help us." The elf rested his left hand against his chin and tilted his head slightly. "Then again if we are NOT contending with a hellhound... well... We might be in a bit of a pickle."

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Tarquin was more concentrated in thinking about the possibilities of what the beast could be than eating. He had heard many stories about many creatures. There were so many stories that he couldn't connect certain monster with a certain story. Then he had an idea. "Well, there is a small chance it could be a hellhound - though how one of those would end up in a place like this... Though I haven't heard about hellhounds just disappearing when you kill it..." The elf continued musing to himself and occasionally mumbling something.

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Tarquin took a quick look around the building before seating himself opposite of the constable. After adjusting his surcoat the elf spoke again. "Now, if we are to help you, m'lord constable. We need all the information of this beast of yours you can give." He knew all of them could just decline helping the small island with their problems, but there was just one little detail. Tarquin's brother was a great hero and perhaps even the greatest swordsmen in the world - unfortunately the bard was made from the proverbial same wood. Heroism seemed to run in their blood. The largest difference between Tarquin and his brother was perhaps the fact that his brother would have jumped in to action immediately without thinking the risks or rewards. The bard however did not like risks without rewards. In truth he disliked most kind of work that wouldn't get him at least some gain.

The tall elf took a little glance at Eve and flashed a little smile, like he was reassuring the red haired woman that everything would be just fine.