And so, as he walked along the crowd, his mind was manipulating the strings of magic around him, extending his senses… Immediately, he was surprised to feel how many magical items there were just around. Ellahur had done the best to destroy all those they could, but outside of that ruling, other people weren’t shy. He was wandering the streets, trying to sense the magic that was within the blade… He had felt its energy before, but for such a short time. His steps were careful, guided… Until it hit him. A bond… The energy… Moving rapidly. Vordan, on this single feeling, started sprinting through the crowds, following the energy.
It took him into the alleyways, the energy was getting closer, Setna was near. He turned abruptly into one of the darker, muskier alleyways. He came right to the edge and waited, hearing the heavy footsteps and the breath of the young man. He turned around the corner and there he was, running from two men… The same two that were there the other night.
“Setna!” He put himself in front of him, wanting to stop him… His blade was there, its energy still pulsing in his mind.
-- Setna looked up as he heard a voice call his name. He practically had to skid to a stop in order to not bowl over Vordan completely. His breathing was heavy and his eyes wild as he looked up at Vordan. "What the hell man? I got to go, let me through. I don't have time for you."
He was about to pass Vordan as he looked back to see the two Syndarean men right on his heels.--
The link was finally gone and Vordan’s mind was a little clearer. Setna stood in front of him and wanted to pass by. He saw the two Syndareans bastards. They were Executioners? He had thought most of them be removed from their tradition after the war, but ti did not seem like so… And they wanted the twins. That much was clear, but they would catch up, they would get him. Fortunately enough, he was not too late for both them and him. He looked down on Setna. “You can run if you want to, but I’ll be fighting them.”
With that said, his hand grabbed the hilt of Setna’s sword and pulled it out… Immediately, he felt the effect of the blade on him. It wasn’t meant to be held by other people than the Syndareans and there was a good reason why. He moved the boy aide and came forth to the Syndareans.
“Come on you scum, you couldn’t even finish the job last night!”
-- Setna turned wide eyed as Vordan reached over and took his blade. He literally unsheathed Setna's sword from his sheath, and took it for his own. Who the hell does that!? The boy was in shock as Vordan merely moved him aside and finally Setna returned to his senses. "What the hell!? What are you doing!? Don't you have your own damn sword!? I was doing just fine! Aaerynn told me to expose them to the public!"
Vordan didn't have time to answer as one of the Syndareans went for him first, blade drawn. The other however went to move past Vordan to the unarmed Setna. –
The kid would have to learn that these kinds of bastards can’t be dealt with the traditional, lawful way. They needed to die. The first one came down upon him quickly, yet Vordan simply parried the blade and snapped his wrist behind him. The chains came bursting out his wrist and towards the legs of the one running by, entangling rapidly around his ankle. “Watch and learn kid!” And with that, he screamed words of the ancient Maker’s language. “Praetende imperium pellerentur!”
The blade’s writing took on a bright luminescent light as a purple barrier formed in front of Vordan for just a second, enough to push the man in front of him back and disengage. Of course… His entire body tensed in pain as he was not trained to use this blade nor a Syndarean. Hopefully, this will clear the young man's head as he tossed the blade to his feet. The magic was now active and he didn't have to do anything but fight with it now.
“Run or fight! Choose!”
-- Setna was breathing heavily but he now looked at his blade at his feet with a sense of amazement. So that's what it could do. At Vordan's voice, the teenager immediately picked up the blade. "Fight, of course!" Setna called out, grinning as he felt the blade pulse in his hands.
The man that had been blown back by Vordan charged again, dagger ready in one hand as a barrier began to cover his free hand. He moved fast as he yelled, "Don't get in the way outsider!"
The other Syndarean that had been tangled within the chains broke free and came towards Setna, blade ready. Setna easily parried his swing, but that's when the teenager caught sight of the man's face.
"Sino!?" Setna gasped, his eyes widening in shock. But then he received a blow to the stomach that sent the boy tumbling back. Setna winced as he stood his ground again, glaring at the man before him.
The man known as Sino stilled, readying his stance. "So you stole your father's blade as well!? Where did you learn such treachery boy? And letting an outsider use it!"
Setna tensed, holding his blade up. His voice was laced with anger as he spoke. "When did you become such a lap dog? You ate at my father's table, spoke of politics and change. Yet here you are... a minion."
Sino's face didn't change. "My allegiance isn't with your father, but with the King. You have no right to challenge my values. You've disgraced everyone, broken our laws, and destroyed the balance."
"The balance is nothing but lies!" Setna screamed at him. "Everything is a lie! We all follow the priests and the King's as if they are gods when all they cause is suffering and the killing of innocent girls for made up gods and traditions!"
Sino's face darkened and he seemed to ripple with power as the iridescent purple of barrier magic began to ooze from his skin like liquid. "It doesn't have to be this way Setna Roan. You can come back. Blame it on your sister, tell the council it was her fault you left, perhaps she threatened you, or blackmailed you. She's just a petty woman and they'll accept the excuse."
Setna was shaking with rage, and immediately charged as he screamed, "Fuck you!!"—
There was no sense in trying to keep the other one off Setna. He wouldn’t be able to handle both at the same time. Vordan hoped that the kid had some talent because he wouldn’t be assisting him right now. He would have a handful with the one in front of him. Executioners were an elite group of assassins of the King, he remember that. They were not pity fighters and he would probably come out with some broken bone or maybe even worst.
As the Syndarean charged, Vordan retracted the chain back into his gauntlet. He would try to punch the dagger back, but the man swept a little lower, just brushing over his plate. Vordan backed off a moment. He wasn’t paying attention to the other two anymore… He needed to fight this barrier creating idiot. He reached for his dagger and drew it forth. A two handed blade would be useless against him. The two began a deadly dance, Vordan being a lot more agile in close combat than he appears. Yet, he received a stab in the leg and one near his collarbone. He didn’t scream at any, just pushed forth…
“You won’t live to see tomorrow you filth!”
-- It didn't matter that these men were elite. It didn't matter that they were executioners or the King's guinea pigs. Setna knew them. He knew their combat style, he knew their thought process, he knew their strengths and weaknesses. The barriers had to be avoided at all cost, but if an opening established itself, a hard strike to the barrier itself could be able to stun them. Catching them off guard in a place where they wouldn't think to protect was also good.
Setna moved in but was cautious as the taller and older man went on the defensive. Sino was a hard soldier just like Setna's father. The only way to live through this was surprise and quickness. Sino parried Setna's strikes as if they were nothing, and then he immediately went on the offensive. Setna had to quickly shift his feet to dodge the oncoming blade and striking limbs.
Think, think! Setna grit his teeth as a swipe came too close to his chest, tearing through his shirt to his skin. Setna didn't let that stop him as he dropped and spun, swinging his leg out beneath Sino's. Sino stumbled and Setna pounced forward, blade ready. A barrier came up but Setna's eyes widened as his blade pierced straight through it, into Sino's chest. The lettering on the blade had lit up, and surprised both the young and older Syndarean.
Setna stood in shock, his blade impaled through Sino's chest. Both seemed incapable to understand what had happened, completely frozen. --
The Syndarean got another stab into the mercenary who grunt, feeling the blade dig through his side… He had hit true that time and he felt the sharp pain worsen. The bastard smiled as he tried to finish him off, but Vordan saw it coming. He simply moved to the side and flung his arms as the chains pulled out and wrapped around the man’s neck. A quick tightening and the man fell, trying to rip them off. Vordan help it tight and even those barriers wouldn’t protect him.
Vordan held it as long as he could, but he felt like he was going to drown… He coughed, blood spewing out his mouth… His breathing became painful… He finally saw the other two, a blade through someone. Setna had done it… Vordan smiled weakly as he couched out more blood. ‘’Finally… Figured it out… Kid?’’
-- Slowly Setna withdrew his blade, he watched with wide eyes as Sino's body fell forward and blood began to pool along the cobblestones. Setna's hands were shaking as he looked down at the man, his blade still covered in his blood. He bit his lip as he stepped back and then heard Vordan's voice. He turned, only to see Vordan's body even more bloody and torn up. That seemed to help him get his wits back as he hurried over to the mercenary. "Shit...are you?" Setna's dark eyes searched for Vordan's injuries. "Are you ok? I mean...obviously not but I mean..."
The boy was shaking, his mind frantically trying to keep up with what was happening. He ran a trembling hand through his hair. He didn't know whether to touch Vordan or help him up or not do anything. Instead he just stood there awkwardly. Who the hell could help with injuries like that? "We should get Aaerynn..."
But that's when Setna looked at the downed Syndarean men around them. Neither of them had the Executioner ring, which meant neither of them were the leader. Shit. Shit. Fuck. Setna immediately went and tried to help Vordan up. "Can you move at all, or do anything? We have to go. Shit. We have to go." --
The kid definitely wasn’t used to seeing people dead or even dealing with taking someone’s life… Vordan knew that if he would really want to defend his sister, he would have to take lessons from Elrithos. He doesn’t know why, but that Aavikkanian had something for killing without being traumatized at all after, even after he called many of them. Yet, he broke through and seemed panicked by what he saw. At the mention of Aaerynn, he wondered in what kind of... The last guy. The one missing.
Vordan let the chains loose as the body fell to the ground, completely lifeless. The bastarded deserved it… But he could feel the pain in his sides especially. Every breath was painful again and knew ti was another one of those days where the bandages would be super useful. He reached in his pouch, slowly pulling out some bandages… “Kid… you need... to calm down…” He said, coughing some blood after. The guy definitely got a lung and it would become worse.
The young man tried to get Vordan to his feet, which made it worse again. Vordan simply pushed him off gently and coughed again. “Cut a piece… of bandage *cough* for me… this long.” He showed him about four inches long and pulled out his dagger. “I’ll be… *cough* on my feet *cough* in a minute.”
-- Setna looked at him as if he had gone crazy. "I don't think that short of a bandage is gonna keep you on your feet man."
He did what he was asked though, cutting it for him and then handing it back. He was antsy and panicking a bit. He didn't know what to do. He couldn't stay here. What if the leader had gotten to his sister? But he couldn't just leave Vordan here like this. Sure Vordan was an ass...a total asshole. But he had helped, didn't he? He even unlocked Setna's blade. Setna couldn't just leave him like this after all of that, it didn't sit well on his conscience.
The boy's hands were twitching, watching Vordan warily and hoping to leave. He was also trying his best to keep his eyes averted from the dead bodies on the ground. --
Vordan took the piece of bandage and ignored what he had just said. He did not realize what was about to happen. Vordan knew too well that his magic was going to be revealed anyway, so it wasn’t that big of a deal anymore. And so, with another noisy cough, he sighed and placed the bandage into the hole in his clothes and armor and then decided to try something. “Adoleret Vulnus.” As the words sprung, a short burst of flames came out of Vordan’s wounds and screamed loudly.
Breathing deeply, the effects of the bandages start and Vordan quickly brought the hilt of the dagger to gag out the screaming. The wounds were closing a little slower now and Vordan was sweating. “God damn… Help me up… Get my gear and let’s go.”
-- Setna stepped back in shock as suddenly Vordan's wounds lit up in a brief flame. "What the fuck!?" He exclaimed as he watched with surprised eyes as the wounds seemed to slowly close.
The Syndarean boy stood frozen in place, his eyes wide as he looked from the wounds to Vordan's face. He flinched as the mercenary screamed and seemed to be in a hell of a lot of pain. The boy finally jolted as Vordan spoke, and Setna fluttered around for a second before finally helping the taller man to his feet and grabbing his stuff. "So you have magic too? Cause otherwise I have no idea in hell how that just happened."
Setna handed the man his dagger and shook his head. "I mean you don't have to tell me...Uh...Are you good enough to move? I don't have to hold you do I?"
He tried to change the subject. He wasn't exactly sure if he was supposed to see what had just happened with the bandages or not. But either way it didn't matter. He needed to get to his sister, pronto. --
Now to his feet, he sighed. [b]“I can walk… Slowly but I can. Here…” He reached in his pouch to pull out the bandages. He handed it over to him and tapped his back. [b]“I’ll catch up… If anyone if inured, apply a band on a wound and DON’T let go until the bandage has melted into the flesh.” He used the wall to help him walk.
“And yes, I use magic… I’ll explain myself later… Now go!”
-- Setna juggled the bandages in surprise and in slight fear that suddenly he'd be in pain too. But nothing came of it as he held the bandages in his fist. "Put it on an injury. Don't let go...wait it's supposed to melt into your flesh? How is that healthy?"
The boy looked at Vordan incredulously before realizing he was being stupid. "Right...You'll catch up..."
He nodded and then began to sprint, after a while he realized something crucial and found himself running back to Vordan. "How would you even know where to go!?"
Setna huffed for his breath. Panicking with indecision as he stepped forward and then backward. "Besides...I don't....I mean...you can't honestly expect me to put these things on an injured person? I...Don't you have bandages to make you go faster?"
Setna probably looked even more like an idiot. But a part of him was scared, he didn't want to walk in and find his sister killed. He didn't want to be too late. Another part felt guilty for leaving an injured Vordan that had risked his life to help. The last part was overwhelming anxiety at everything that was happening. "Sorry...I should just go." --
Vordan didn’t say a word as he simply looked at him. He was still there? He wanted to yell at the kid right now, but he didn’t have the strength to do it nor the will either. This day was already more than enough as it is. And so, he simply waited for him to start running, slowly using the wall to help him march forth…
Then he came back. Vordan was slightly confused and annoyed right now. What in the hell was he doing coming back? The first question was a good one, he could admit that. But did he really need to explain right now? And of course he would hesitate to put on the bandages. Again, with another sigh, he shook his head but did speak in a calmer more compose demeanor.
“The same way I found you in this ally in the middle of nowhere. Keep the sword and I’ll be able to find you… And yes, these bandages save lives, that’s why I make them. I WOULD have bandages that could do that, but I have to make them, which I can’t for now. Now, go kid… Unless you want to take the chance to be too late for your sister.”
-- Taking in the response with a scowl, Setna turned and finally ran. To be honest the real question was how was he supposed to know where to go? He had a bit of an inkling. Ever since he was small, he could always generally tell where his twin sister was. He could never really explain it, their mother had said it was a gift. But he decided to follow the instinct now as he began to back track. He stopped first by the alleyway where he first encountered Aaerynn and the executioners. The black blood that was spilled across the alleyway was not a good omen. Setna cursed and continued on his way. --
-- Eventually the prosperity of the town began to filter away into old abandoned buildings. Most looked like they hadn't been used in years. He happened upon a clearing purely by chance and upon entering it, Setna sucked his breath. Their was the awful smell of burnt flesh in the area and Setna quickly covered his nose as he looked around. Tirian was down for the count, but he didn't seem to be injured. Next was the charred remains of a body that couldn't be identified from this far away. Setna quickly looked away as he heard a voice cry out.
"Set!!"
Setna filled with relief at the sight of his sister. Her face was red and blotchy and her cheeks were covered in the trails of tears. The boy quickly scrambled over to his younger sister, enveloping her into an embrace as she began to wail. She tried her best to speak about what happened, but Setna couldn't understand her words through her choked sobs. He rubbed her back calmly, looking around and that's when he saw Aaerynn. The most noticeable thing was the gigantic black and red burn that covered her side and still looked as if it were burning. Setna stiffened up. He couldn't tell if the wood elf was still alive or not, and Serna pulled out of her brother's arms, yanking on his sleeve. "Y-You have to h-help...I d-don't know what to d-do."
She couldn't stop crying and Setna pulled out the bandages Vordan gave him. "It's ok! It's gonna be fine!"
Setna didn't believe his words at all. But the twins kneeled by the elf's side and Setna cut a piece of the bandages off. Carefully, he placed the bandage onto the wound and grimaced as he then held it down. At first Aaerynn's body writhed and struggled beneath him, and the teenager had to use all his strength to keep the bandage applied. However, her body suddenly lurched and then became completely still. If it weren't for the fact that her chest kept coming up and down, Setna would have thought she died. Eventually the glow stopped, and there was nothing left but a brutal scar where the burn had been.
Setna breathed heavily, sweat forming across his brow. He could hear what sounded like creaking though, and the boy looked up to see her collarbone attempting to slide back together. That made the boy turn away and vomit the remains in his stomach.
He finally turned back, wiping his mouth and looked up to see Serna looking at him with wide eyes. He looked down at the bandages and held them out to her. "Vordan gave me them...I don't know what to do about her collarbone..."
The boy slowly stood up onto shaky knees. Frankly he didn't know what to do now. Both Aaerynn and Tirian had to be moved, Aaerynn more carefully than the red head, but still...even if Vordan caught up, how where the two of them going to be able to transport the unconscious? --
Finally, the kids had left. This constant hesitation and question would get him killed for sure… He was lucky enough to still be alive right now. Vordan needed the kid to grow up faster if he really wanted to protect his sister as she won’t tough it out through her magic alone. A magical theory pushed to think that the twins were linked by mind, blood and soul… Maybe they had a shared capacity in magical prowesses. Either way, they needed each other, especially with the Executioners coming for them. Vordan simply looked at him go for a second and marched forth slowly.
He tried to get his senses on the sword again, but it seemed the burning wounds and recent exposure of magic was making it quite hard to do. He had a general idea of where he was, but nothing more. He had “overdosed” On his use of magic and he knew it would make him weak if he continued to expose himself to his own mixtures or bandages. Fortunately enough, his wounds healed up pretty quickly without the whole painful process, letting him go into a light job. He drew forth his crossbow, just in case, and followed his instinct towards the odd source of energy that was the sword.
He had found the trail of blood… Black, just like Aaerynn rotten blood. It was a stress inducing situation as it went for a little while before he actually reached the scene… Setna and Serna were alright. Thank the Creators for that. Tirian was, for lack of explaining unconscious but well. It was an odd sight, as there was no visual injuries… His magic? A possibility. He came forward, in much better shape than earlier and looked down at Aaerynn… He could see the collarbone trying to set itself back. It was true that magical items were a lot more responsive when used by or on a Maker. She would have to suffer the pain, but she could take it.
He raised his eyes to the twins. “Glad to see you kids are alright… We have to bring them back to the inn, in their rooms to rest. We don’t say anything to anyone else, even if they ask questions. The only you give is that they were in trouble. That’s it.” He leaned over to look a Tirian once more. “Both of you grab him and take him to the Inn. I’ll bring Aaerynn. Understood?”
-- The twins both looked up to see Vordan enter the clearing. Setna was surprised to see that he seemed even better than when he had left. Silently the boy wondered what kind of magic he really possessed. They both straightened up though as Vordan explained what they would do and Setna looked over at his sister. He could tell she was exhausted from the whole ordeal and carefully he wiped his sister's cheeks with the palms of his hands.
"I'll carry him ok?" He whispered. "Just take it easy."
Serna immediately shook her head as she rubbed her eyes and then looked at her brother a bit defiantly. "Let me help. I want to do it."
Setna paused but then nodded as they both walked over to Tirian. Carefully they each lifted an arm over their shoulders, with Setna bearing most of the red head's weight. But suddenly Serna's eyes widened and she dropped Tirian's arm momentarily, making her brother grunt at the sudden increase of weight. The girl ran back over to the Executioner's body, making Setna call out to her in worry. "Serie? What are you doing?"
The teenaged girl put a hand over her mouth as she saw the gruesome remains of the dead body, but it didn't stop her from unlatching a small pouch from his waist. She stepped back and loosened the strings. Inside was a small pile of white capsules and the girl quickly closed the bag and tied the strings around her wrist before returning to her brother. Setna frowned at her, his dark eyes turning serious. "Syndars? Serie...you should just leave them."
Serna frowned straight back at her brother before gently taking Tirian's arm and placing it over her shoulders once more. "So someone else can take them?" She murmured quietly. "They're better with us."
"I don't want you using them." Setna glared at his sister. "I mean it Serie. There's no need for you to even have them. You don't understand what they can do to you."
Serna remained silent as she looked away from her brother and tightened her grip on Tirian. She shifted the man's weight as she said, "Let's go."
The boy was tensed and irritated, but he begrudgingly agreed as they both began to carefully carry the Durandal warrior out of the clearing after Vordan. --
Vordan did not look to see if they were doing what the twins were asked to do. He was knelt down to one knee as he looked at the collarbone trying to recover with the aid of the bandages. It seemed off that the wound did not heal properly, but his explanation came quickly. The brutal scar on her stomach meant that it was probably the wound Setna had covered. Again, it just proved his theory to be right and he would make note of it. Starting to toy with the healing of the wound would be dangerous and he would let it be for the moment.
The mercenary slipped one arm under her back and another under her legs and lifted her off the ground. His sides were burning a little, a sign that his own wounds were not completely healed over. Fortunately enough, she was light enough to not be too much of a burden and then he made sure that everything she had would be on him.
It was then that he brought his attention back to the twins who were starting to carry the young man over. Good, they seemed to be not to be injured although they were a little tired. It would just be a trip back to the Inn… Nothing wrong could happen. “Don’t know how you all managed to kill an Executioner, but that takes some skill…” It would be the only words he would say until they reached the Inn to bring them into their rooms.
His good deeds of the night had changed Elrithos mood back to pleasant and relaxed. He finally had that name out of his mind and would be able to go about his usual tasks. The first thing he had to do was go train somewhere peaceful and hopefully, where no one would recognize him from the day before. He didn’t want to explain himself to the others and to the people of Cromerth. He wanted little attention right now.
What he did want to do was see how the others were doing, but he couldn’t find them in the Bronze Lantern. As odd as it may be, it seemed everyone was busy doing their own thing. Perfect, a day of peace and of simple training. He smiled lightly as he came forth to the counter, asking for some water… His eyes turned to the person beside him. An older fellow, drunk out of his mind. So early in the morning?
“Sir… Are you alright?”
- Velim's bleary eyes narrowed as they fell on the elf, "Just grand, you nosy shit, thanks for the conshurrn."
He stood, unsteady on his feet, his thin mouth twisted into a scowl. "I'm in godshfucked Cromerth. Great Gabo's teeth, how could I not be good? What more could there be to life?" -
That was not an answer he had expected to get back from the man, seriously surprised and shocked by the harsh reply… He wasn’t used to dealing with intoxicated beings. The Aavikanians drank close to no alcohol as the desert conditions made it hard to do so. And Elrithos particularly didn’t know how to handle them.
“Hum… This place doesn’t seems as terrible as that.”
- "Ah-ha! Evidence of a...a... profoundly profound lack of taste! You desert wanderers are impreshed by anything..by anthing shturdier than a tent."
Velim regarded his interlocutor slyly, "Come to think of it, jusht what is av Anik- err, an Avikanianian doing here?" -
Again, Elrithos was simply shocked by how the man was talking to him, almost insulting him at that. Was human drunken behavior always like this? Not sure what to say, he simply looked at him a moment, lost for words.
“I…. I am traveling with a merchant and a brigade to the next continent.”
- "Well, shit," said Velim. He sat down hard on the bar stool, "I musht say it's been a pleashure, my elfy friend, but I do believe it's time to retire to my rooms and shleep and vomit and all the rest of it." -
-- Rudolf waddled down the stairs slightly disappointed. He was hoping for some companionship for breakfast but everyone was gone. The twins, the mercenary, Aaerynn, Tirian and everyone else. The dwarf was pretty sure that a few didn't even return to the inn the night before. He pursed his lips slightly as he stroked his beard. He had promised to tell Caelis that Vordan wished to speak with him, but ah well. It would come in time. The dwarf was somewhat expecting the duo to end up staying in Cromerth. The journey thus far had proven a bit dangerous for a young little halfling already.
The dwarf scratched his back and stretched his old bones as he headed into the lobby and tavern. His eyes lit up a bit however, at the sight of both Elrithos and Velim conversing. He quickly approached them wearing a large pleased grin. "Oho!" He said loudly enough to interrupt the conversation. "Sir Elrithos! It seems you've become acquainted with the Athalus Velim! He will be joining us on our trip!"
He grinned wider...and then he sniffed. The pungent smell of alcohol filled his nose, and his eyes reevaluated his companion. "By the gods of creation Velim, have you stayed up all night with the drink? Hooo!" --
Elrithos simply looked at the man in an almost embarrassed, nervous kind of way. He still felt very awkward in this kind of situation. One, he did not understand how humans or elves could put themselves in such a state of lucid minds. What if something happened that needed their attention? They would surely be unable to act properly in a situation and therefore be useless. So he said nothing back and went back to drinking his water…
…Until Rudolf showed up. Elrithos turned on his seat, a small smile forming on his lips. Finally someone that could maybe reason with the man before him? Who knew, but it was a welcoming sight. The great surprise now was that this drunken man was going to join them in their journey. Him? He looked over at the bald man and raised a brow. It was odd and even worse; the two seemed to know each other.
“I am quite surprised you know this… drunken man. I do hope he will not be like this all the time…”
- "Drunk! The horror!" Velim cackled, throwing Rudolf a crooked grin and wink. "I do believe I've offended your elfish friend's tender senshibilities, Rud. My shinsherest apologies, I had a ah.... rough evening. A conversation with some associates of mine went poorly, and sometimes..."
Velim's green eyes flicked over Elthiros, "...sometimes you just need twenty ales." -
“Please, do not think that I am offended… I simply do not understand why one who talk so much out of their capabilities to consume a tasty drink when water and juices can replenish you quite easily.” Of course, coming from an Aavikkanian, it wasn’t that much of a surprise as most of them did not drink in favor of keeping water fresh and untouched.
As the man eyed Elrithos, he simply looked back blankly. “I do not think there is a reason to do that. Ever. But it is true that I do not understand it.”
-- The dwarf gave a hearty pat onto Elrithos' back and grinned. "Don't worry my friend! He's just another man who has a fine taste for ale! We'll make sure he stays out of trouble. Well, I will at least."
Rudolf gave a belly laugh as his smile turned wider. "Though, we'll have to take you out one night so that you may understand it one day!" --
Another man with a taste for ale… Elrithos just couldn’t see it. He had seen the dwarf being in a state like that, although lesser than this, and not be so… Destroyed and impolite. He trusted Ruldolf’s word that he was a man of good use and simply liked ale. He wasn’t going to go against it. Not for now anyway. And so, he stood up, about to give his goodbyes for the day, but when the door opened at the front with familiar faces, he looked confused… Aaerynn? Vordan? It was quite odd, even more so with the twins coming in with Sir Tirian. They seemed in bad shape, which meant they probably did something they weren’t supposed to.
Vordan, seeing eh had the elf’s attention, signaled him to have them follow upstairs. Elrithos nodded and looked at Rudolf. “We are heading upstairs. Let’s hurry.” He simply said as he went forth and followed them.
Vordan came to his own door and carefully reached onto his belt for his key to open the door. He signaled the group to come in and lay down both of the unconscious beings.