Once the chwinga had given him the stone, Kythor briefly recessed into his own thoughts as he realized what he had been given. This magical trinket, a small gesture of gratitude given to him by the chwinga - it was exactly what he needed at this point. The stone held a small mote of magic that could be invoked to conjure a shelter that granted them sanctuary from the harsh weather conditions of these lands. It was hardly a substitute for the warmth of an inn or tavern due to its limited usage, but it would be useful in a pinch. Despite the tiefling's normally gruff and reserved appearance, joy and relief were aglow in his eyes. He remembered the request they'd been given in Easthaven, about tracking down and rescuing a group of fishermen. Having this would certainly make their journey a lot easier - he and the others he'd been traveling with would be able to pace themselves better without having to worry about getting a campsite scouted out and set up...
Speaking of the others, the faint smile on his face quietly transformed into a frown as he watched the others depart. On the one hand, less people he had to escort felt strangely liberating. Less people he had to worry about, especially in the event of a conflict of interests. Nothing of the sort had come up thankfully, save for the four of them snagging themselves slightly on the matter of how exactly they were to deliver a chwinga to Dannika. For what it was worth, though, he saw that as less of a 'conflict' and more of a 'discussion,' and one that had ultimately ended quite favorably. It was because they had spoken to the chwingas and convinced it to go with Dannika that she had paid them a greater amount than initially discussed. Speaking of, he broke himself from his thoughts to collect his share of the reward - 13 gold - before giving a brief wave to Dannika as she departed.
"Take care now," he called out.
"Both of you!" Of course, by the time he'd gotten this out it was more than likely that they were out of earshot.
Oh well, he thought to himself.
It's the thought that counts...Of course, now that their group had thinned out some, this made Kythor's next decision much more difficult. He'd become somewhat interested in trying to catch up to Avarice, and without any immediate direction the prospect of looking into the matter of trying to save the fishermen from Easthaven was a tempting offer... Obviously the matter of fighting the giant was out of the question; he didn't think they could do it with the four of them, so there was no reason to believe that such was possible with only two of them. His frown deepened and his brow furrowed. Before he could become lost in his own contemplations again, Kythor's attention was suddenly caught by a moon elf approaching him, offering to provide him with a tune or a tale.
The tiefling paused for a moment, drumming his fingers on the table a couple of times in thought before nodding up to the moon elf.
"Evenin'" Kythor said.
"Are you new to these parts? Can't say I spend much time inside of the little towns 'n cities of the area - none really too keen on being here, actually," Kythor lowered his voice to grumble beneath his breath, just loud enough for present company to hear,
"but it seems to me there's been a good bit of new faces popping up around. You're asking if I'd care for a tune or a tale?" Kythor asked, shifting into a somewhat more relaxed position. Once he'd gotten comfortable, he reached into his coinpurse and pinched a silver coin between his fingers, holding it up.
"If you don't mind, would you be willing to indulge my curiosity and tell the tale of what brings you here? Most people here have some sort of story to explain what drives 'em to come up here."
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