Interactions with
@Fetzen,
@13Org,
@HokumPocus
Chres grabbed a bowl of soup for himself, as he listened to DB speak. Was he right? Was this pact a reference to the coy nature of this mystery being? Was the meeting a 'blessing', as DB suggested, or would it turn out to be a curse?
Chres struggled to recollect the words Sightless Syella spoke during her clash with DB. He had been so out of it then. It was a struggle to recall anything at that time with clarity.
Chres raised a spoonful of soup to his lips suddenly aware that Octavio was addressing the group. Chres found himself quite taken aback. For the short time Chres had known the man, Chres had formed an impression of a theatrical man who would do whatever it took to sneak his way out of working.
"-it would be for the best if someone who was in better condition were to play the role of a guard." Octavio stated as if it were natural thing for him to say.
"Please, rest for now while Chres and I protect you." The words took Chres by surprise. So much so, that he began coughing on his soup.
"Did you jus-" Chres started in-between bouts of coughing. Chres cut himself off realizing that now was not the time to question Octavio's sudden desire to forego a good night's sleep. This was the man who had nearly 'slept' through the entire fight at the inn after all! He had only conveniently managed to wake up when the Inn had already caught on fire.
Chres cleared his throat and started again.
"Yes." Chres said, perhaps a little too enthusiastically.
"Yes. You all should get some rest. Octavio and I will take the first watch."Clearing his throat a second time and took another spoonful of soup.
"DB's right." Chres said a moment later.
"I don't think we stand a chance at dealing with the cult without some sort of plan. We need some way to disrupt them and take them by surprise. Perhaps if we could start a riot with the townspeople, but... If what Gin said about the distortion is true, with every day that passes, the influence the Cult has over the townspeople will increase..." Chres paused. Thinking.
Chres turned his gaze downwards, toward his soup.
"Starting a riot takes time though. Time we might not-" Chres's words trailed off in mid-sentence. There was a beetle in his soup...
"Look, Chres!" Sil said, as she land lightly on the rim of Chres's soup bowl.
"I taught him how to swim!" Chres stared, mouth agape. Sil smiled back happily. Head cocked. Hands clasped behind her back.
"Sil..." Chres sighed, while placing his spoon down on the table's surface.
"Why don't you go play with Octavio's cat." "You mean that Lizard?" Sil ask glancing in the familiar's direction. She had trouble telling animals apart.
"Okay! I know the perfect game!" Sil said speeding off in the familiar's direction.
Chres sighed. He pushed his bowl of soup off to the side and took a moment to recollect his thoughts.
"Whatever we do, I think the Crystal Jade candles will be key. Especially after seeing what they did to the Cult. It will probably be wise to use them sparingly though. They say Crystal Jade miners go blind from their work, even with darkened shades."