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Negative. I remember he does vanish from time to time. We are pretty self-sustaining, however. We can keep chugging along in his absence.
The big lizard leaned back in his wooden chair as far as it would let him as he listened to Leopold's diagnosis. A few words registered but the Leo could even just spew unintelligible babble and Arco wouldn't be able to tell the difference. He wasn't that smart but what Arco lacked in book smarts, he made up for in street smarts. Centuries of sailing on a merchant and military ships and staying in various taverns listening to stories can teach you a lot of tricks on how to tell if someone is lying or in this case, unsure. Arco was pretty good at it but never has he ever seen a mutt's face on a human body. Leo's face was expressionless and seemed empty just like any hound. It was impossible to determine facial expression.
It felt a bit like failure as Arco would determine if this guy was real and qualified, but the interesting phenomena was the fact that Rye had sat still and actually followed through with everything Leo did. She remained still as he waved his magic rocks. She allowed him to observe closely and touch her, check her throat. So on and so forth. Arco spent a long time contemplating right after he first rescued Rye, how exactly could she recover from all that trauma, not only physically but psychologically as well. She should be very distant from people and judging from her initial scared reactions, that should have been the case, but here she was. Standing, almost in confidence, before another man of medicine seemingly unafraid. She might be the toughest being in the world...
When Leo was finished, Arco brought himself back to the table and very gently placed his hand on the table between Leo and Rye. "As much as I'd like to have a say in this, I will leave it up to her." He looked down at her and she looked up at him. She smiled and he smiled back. Arco, not needing to hear her voice, withdrew his hand and went back to leaning on his chair. Rye turned to Leo, her smile now gone and nodded signaling that she was okay with it...
Shortly after that, another voice joined the conversation. A woman, baring a red cloak that looked like she belonged in a children's story. Quite strangely, she admitted fault for what that alchemist in the woods did, seemingly full of guilt and sorrow for what had happened. She offered her ring which looked rather ornate and pretty as a sign of her submit. The offer kind of unnerved Rye as she appeared uncomfortable and looked to Arco for help. Arco didn't really know what she wanted out of him. Did she want the woman shooed away? Did she look to him for his opinion on the matter? Whatever she wanted, it was clear she wanted her voice back.
Caelyn weighed in and that was pretty much how Arco felt. It wasn't in the very least, this girl's fault. Arco, despite not being offered the ring, reached down and gently pressed her hand closed around the ring. "Your submission is admirable but it is not your fault. The man I slayed in the forest came out here to do all this in secret. At that point he was no longer part of your order." Arco said under his breath. With his other hand, he reached down and dug into a leather pouch on his hip. In there were various leaves packed together to form a small bed that Rye would use during their time in the woods to rest. But there was also the guild ring of the rogue alchemist. Arco grabbed it and placed it on the table in front of Rye. "His blood paid for her blood. You need not worry about taking that man's debt."
It felt a bit like failure as Arco would determine if this guy was real and qualified, but the interesting phenomena was the fact that Rye had sat still and actually followed through with everything Leo did. She remained still as he waved his magic rocks. She allowed him to observe closely and touch her, check her throat. So on and so forth. Arco spent a long time contemplating right after he first rescued Rye, how exactly could she recover from all that trauma, not only physically but psychologically as well. She should be very distant from people and judging from her initial scared reactions, that should have been the case, but here she was. Standing, almost in confidence, before another man of medicine seemingly unafraid. She might be the toughest being in the world...
When Leo was finished, Arco brought himself back to the table and very gently placed his hand on the table between Leo and Rye. "As much as I'd like to have a say in this, I will leave it up to her." He looked down at her and she looked up at him. She smiled and he smiled back. Arco, not needing to hear her voice, withdrew his hand and went back to leaning on his chair. Rye turned to Leo, her smile now gone and nodded signaling that she was okay with it...
Shortly after that, another voice joined the conversation. A woman, baring a red cloak that looked like she belonged in a children's story. Quite strangely, she admitted fault for what that alchemist in the woods did, seemingly full of guilt and sorrow for what had happened. She offered her ring which looked rather ornate and pretty as a sign of her submit. The offer kind of unnerved Rye as she appeared uncomfortable and looked to Arco for help. Arco didn't really know what she wanted out of him. Did she want the woman shooed away? Did she look to him for his opinion on the matter? Whatever she wanted, it was clear she wanted her voice back.
Caelyn weighed in and that was pretty much how Arco felt. It wasn't in the very least, this girl's fault. Arco, despite not being offered the ring, reached down and gently pressed her hand closed around the ring. "Your submission is admirable but it is not your fault. The man I slayed in the forest came out here to do all this in secret. At that point he was no longer part of your order." Arco said under his breath. With his other hand, he reached down and dug into a leather pouch on his hip. In there were various leaves packed together to form a small bed that Rye would use during their time in the woods to rest. But there was also the guild ring of the rogue alchemist. Arco grabbed it and placed it on the table in front of Rye. "His blood paid for her blood. You need not worry about taking that man's debt."
With a very heavy heart, Myra reached the front door of the Pumphouse in order to hopefully reclaim her money. Best case scenario was that nobody found it and she just grab it and slip out of there. Worst case scenario... Goodness, Myra didn't want to think about it. She wouldn't know what to do because people were generally conceited and self-centered, Myra was too, but a tough world only spawns tough children. She let out a big exhale as she gently turned the door knob and calmly let herself in to the already populated bar.
It must be a couple hundred dollars in this satchel! Oh shit.
This was quite possibly the worst case scenario to happen. Not only did some someone find, it was that loser smelly guy from before. Frustrated but not exploding, Myra turned around and began lightly bashing her head against the door. Do I go and claim it? What if he says no? Do I threaten him? He has his friends with him what will they do? S-should I just leave? Her hand was gently wrapped around the doorknob as she contemplated her next course of action while listening to everyone weigh in on the money.
What that last guy said just seemed to irk, Myra. She certainly wasn't dead and this shit sack of a town didn't deserve her wealth. She earned that! There was no way she was going to see that money squandered! "No..." Myra whispered. "No. No. No! No!!" She got louder until she shouted her last no. The place fell silent and pretty much all eyes were on her now. She took a deep breath trying to preserve herself. "That there is my money." She took a few gradual steps towards the smelly man from before. "And I ain't dead so you have no right to that. I worked for that. I bleed for that..." She wasn't yelling but her voice was tense and injected with hints of anger. She pointed at the smelly man and then turned her hand over and extended it like a beggar would for money or food. "I'd like my money back."
It must be a couple hundred dollars in this satchel! Oh shit.
This was quite possibly the worst case scenario to happen. Not only did some someone find, it was that loser smelly guy from before. Frustrated but not exploding, Myra turned around and began lightly bashing her head against the door. Do I go and claim it? What if he says no? Do I threaten him? He has his friends with him what will they do? S-should I just leave? Her hand was gently wrapped around the doorknob as she contemplated her next course of action while listening to everyone weigh in on the money.
What that last guy said just seemed to irk, Myra. She certainly wasn't dead and this shit sack of a town didn't deserve her wealth. She earned that! There was no way she was going to see that money squandered! "No..." Myra whispered. "No. No. No! No!!" She got louder until she shouted her last no. The place fell silent and pretty much all eyes were on her now. She took a deep breath trying to preserve herself. "That there is my money." She took a few gradual steps towards the smelly man from before. "And I ain't dead so you have no right to that. I worked for that. I bleed for that..." She wasn't yelling but her voice was tense and injected with hints of anger. She pointed at the smelly man and then turned her hand over and extended it like a beggar would for money or food. "I'd like my money back."
No that's Myra's money and hell will have to freeze over before she willing gives that up. She doesn't want to disappoint father...
I'm giving zaga a chance to post.
There is also the matter of evershadow's mysterious disappearance.
There is also the matter of evershadow's mysterious disappearance.
Yo. Sorry guys but it is Easter so I won't be able to manage a post soon.
Arco chuckled quietly as he heard Leo's introduction. A man of pleasantries was appreciated but not really necessary. Still, the fact that this man was or still is a doctor could be beneficial in more ways then one. One reason was his information on not having to pay because Arco didn't have a coin on him. The Draconian turned to face the good doctor and clasped a hand on the man's shoulder. "A pleasure, Leopold. I'm Arco Del' Rio Nezzaron, Paladin and humble servant of Arconia." The big lizard went silent for a moment before quickly adding, "Oh uh... Arconia's my deity." Rarely have people ever heard of Arconia, and rarer still were followers of that religion. Arco turned and took a step before halting. "Oh but please call me Arco. It saves everyone the trouble..." He took another step before halting again. "... Almost forgot.. And this is my relatively new companion, Rye." He extended his hand cradling the tiny girl and placed it in front of both the dwarf and Leo. Rye managed a fairly timid wave and a nervous smile.
The dwarf delivered as he shared a good story involving his mother and the banter and conversation flowed just as food and drink did. Arco sat across from Caelyn the dwarf and Rye scurried about the table around Arco's reach. Despite the sheer size difference, Arco was very careful with his arm movements and always seemingly knew where the tiny fairy was. When Caelyn had finished and starting laughing, Arco matched the dwarf's powerful laugh with his own. "Hoho oh you'll find no quarrel with me for your talking your share!" Arco was full to the point even his drink was too much. It did help to dull the feeling in his leg, however. Sometime during Caelyn's life story, he found the time to bandage it up.
Once the party settled down a bit, Arco turned to Leo. Maybe he was a bit drunk on the alcohol or the food or the company but Arco thought now would be a good time to disclose a possible lead for the doctor. "Leopold, friend. I haven't told you everything about this girlie here." He gestured to his companion who was propped up against an empty mug. Awake currently but she had been nodding off from time to time. "Just look at her, Leopold. The bleached hair, pale skin, damaged clothing, the scarred wings, the nervous demeanor.... She was victimized." The light hearted conversation slowly dissipated as Arco continued in a sincere tone. "When I found her, she wasn't alone. She was fleeing a man. Not just any ordinary man but what I would presume to be an alchemist or at least some time of brew enthusiast. I intervened and disabled the man. Rye, here, found solace in that and stayed close to watch what would happen. It was at this point I asked the man exactly what he was doing..." Arco paused for a moment as he glanced down at Rye. She was fully awake now and seemingly on edge as her story was told. "He responded that he used this little thing to test various brews. Poisons and the like. He went on to say that at various points, she died while in captivity only to be revived to continue his experiments. Not one ounce of remorse in his tone."
Arco sat there for a moment in silence as he picked at an irregular scale on his finger before finishing. "If you need her help for something, I imagine you'd need her to talk or communicate. She can't talk probably because of something or a variety of things she was forced to drink. She can't write or really point you in the right direction in this Goddess forsaken forest, but if you can fix her voice. Make something or heal her somehow.. Hell, if you can do anything to help I'd sleep better at night knowing that she is healthier, I'd be relieved just slightly.. But... If there is any hint of doubt that you can't do that without harming her, don't even try." Arco leaned back as he eyed that expressionless hound face, "She won't be reliving that ordeal under my watch. No pressure or anything. Think it over, doc."
The dwarf delivered as he shared a good story involving his mother and the banter and conversation flowed just as food and drink did. Arco sat across from Caelyn the dwarf and Rye scurried about the table around Arco's reach. Despite the sheer size difference, Arco was very careful with his arm movements and always seemingly knew where the tiny fairy was. When Caelyn had finished and starting laughing, Arco matched the dwarf's powerful laugh with his own. "Hoho oh you'll find no quarrel with me for your talking your share!" Arco was full to the point even his drink was too much. It did help to dull the feeling in his leg, however. Sometime during Caelyn's life story, he found the time to bandage it up.
Once the party settled down a bit, Arco turned to Leo. Maybe he was a bit drunk on the alcohol or the food or the company but Arco thought now would be a good time to disclose a possible lead for the doctor. "Leopold, friend. I haven't told you everything about this girlie here." He gestured to his companion who was propped up against an empty mug. Awake currently but she had been nodding off from time to time. "Just look at her, Leopold. The bleached hair, pale skin, damaged clothing, the scarred wings, the nervous demeanor.... She was victimized." The light hearted conversation slowly dissipated as Arco continued in a sincere tone. "When I found her, she wasn't alone. She was fleeing a man. Not just any ordinary man but what I would presume to be an alchemist or at least some time of brew enthusiast. I intervened and disabled the man. Rye, here, found solace in that and stayed close to watch what would happen. It was at this point I asked the man exactly what he was doing..." Arco paused for a moment as he glanced down at Rye. She was fully awake now and seemingly on edge as her story was told. "He responded that he used this little thing to test various brews. Poisons and the like. He went on to say that at various points, she died while in captivity only to be revived to continue his experiments. Not one ounce of remorse in his tone."
Arco sat there for a moment in silence as he picked at an irregular scale on his finger before finishing. "If you need her help for something, I imagine you'd need her to talk or communicate. She can't talk probably because of something or a variety of things she was forced to drink. She can't write or really point you in the right direction in this Goddess forsaken forest, but if you can fix her voice. Make something or heal her somehow.. Hell, if you can do anything to help I'd sleep better at night knowing that she is healthier, I'd be relieved just slightly.. But... If there is any hint of doubt that you can't do that without harming her, don't even try." Arco leaned back as he eyed that expressionless hound face, "She won't be reliving that ordeal under my watch. No pressure or anything. Think it over, doc."
Aye and to you as well.
"Come on... come on... hurry dammit!" Myra kept ushering her companion on as they grabbed anything that looked remotely valuable. There wasn't a whole lot left but there were still some things left. Some of it was money but various ammo, metal pieces, and foodstuffs all made it into their bag. They even stole a second bag to accommodate the take. It took only a few nerve-wrecking minutes but they were not disturbed once. The two crept out of the front door, both with a plump bag thrown over their shoulder. They scurried on over to a safe place just a few dilapidated buildings down from the Pumphouse to take inventory of the take before they shipped out.
... After counting Myra turned to her companion, "Look at that! That's probably enough stuff to put us up another hundred! That'll keep me ahead of that arrogant piece of shit, Bren. Ooh we may be the half the same blood, but I'd be rid of him if I ever got the chance!" She said in a fury, not worrying about her volume. Despite her fury, Dumb seemed really enthused at the idea that they made a lot of money on this take. A lot of money means he keeps his life in a way. Myra wouldn't commend Dumb for any success they had but would definitely blame him if they were to come up short. And arriving short of money was a very, very grim prospect for all, even Myra. She took a minute to calm down a bit before instructing her companion what they were to do next. "Come on, you and I are heading back ho...." She stopped in the middle of her sentence as a very awful realization hit her. "The briefcase.... Where is the briefcase?" She turned to her companion and stared at him expectedly but he returned her stare with a rather worried expression. "Dammit you idiot! If we lose that two hundred dollars this is all on you!" She growled as she threw her hands up in anger. "Fuck you! I'll go and get that. Just... Just guard this stuff and I'll be back!" With that Myra set back for the Pumphouse.
She really had hoped with every fiber of her being that nobody would notice the small brown leather satchel that sat underneath the table where Myra had been drinking her booze.
... After counting Myra turned to her companion, "Look at that! That's probably enough stuff to put us up another hundred! That'll keep me ahead of that arrogant piece of shit, Bren. Ooh we may be the half the same blood, but I'd be rid of him if I ever got the chance!" She said in a fury, not worrying about her volume. Despite her fury, Dumb seemed really enthused at the idea that they made a lot of money on this take. A lot of money means he keeps his life in a way. Myra wouldn't commend Dumb for any success they had but would definitely blame him if they were to come up short. And arriving short of money was a very, very grim prospect for all, even Myra. She took a minute to calm down a bit before instructing her companion what they were to do next. "Come on, you and I are heading back ho...." She stopped in the middle of her sentence as a very awful realization hit her. "The briefcase.... Where is the briefcase?" She turned to her companion and stared at him expectedly but he returned her stare with a rather worried expression. "Dammit you idiot! If we lose that two hundred dollars this is all on you!" She growled as she threw her hands up in anger. "Fuck you! I'll go and get that. Just... Just guard this stuff and I'll be back!" With that Myra set back for the Pumphouse.
She really had hoped with every fiber of her being that nobody would notice the small brown leather satchel that sat underneath the table where Myra had been drinking her booze.
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