As Lindir would cast his spell to try to make out any magical properties of her or the items she had, using just a few twirls of his fingers and mumbling the chants quietly to himself to hide his action when he could read the magical auras Lindir was shocked, almost beyond belief. The pure magical power she possessed rivaled the elders of his homeland and it baffled him as to what was she doing here simply telling the fortunes of people for a mere sum of gold. Despite his shock however he kept his face and stayed calm as he has been staying around powerfull mages all of his life and he was not going to let himself feel oppressed by the sheer power she wielded. If anything it made him more qurious than ever and that he had already found a person such as this so shortly after leaving his home was sure a stroke of luck, if not perhaps fate. But even tho he had questions he decided to wait and would play along with her little charade, placing the amount of coins she asked for on the table. "That should suffice..." He said as he would observe her closely. [b]”Wonderful, wonderful deary” The woman smiled,closing here eyes and lifting her hands to the glass ball in front of her. The glass that was once an icy white soon began to change in shade, oranges and reds sprang forth and lit up the dark corner of the Tavern. The colours soon settled to a deep red. The woman began chanting some magical rhyme unknown to the mystical elves ears. Her eyes opened after the chanting had finished, her frosty blue eyes burned into Lindir's “A dark power awaits you, a power that will ravage the land of all life. Leave town with your accomplices, find Blueblood and save the land of this destruction” The woman exhales and removes her hands from the ball, it becomes frosty and normal once again. Her eyes close and she slumps over, she seems drained. “Leave my curtains now” She mutters, a sickly rasp in her throat and a far more bitter attitude aswell.[/b] ----------------- "What is this!" Bam cried, "I, the great BamGardo Bywater, brilliant inventor, skilled outdoors man, can't even get the pettiest of jobs because you are all so interested in those annoying puppets!" In truth, Bam was not really put off by the performance, in fact, if it hadn't inconvenienced him, he would probably be talking to the puppeteer at the moment, over enthusiastically congratulating him a performance. After a moment of standing on his chair, fuming, everyone most likely looking at him during this awkward second, he had an idea. "Here is an idea," BamGardo announced, focusing on the barkeep, "I bet that I can craft a tool that will make your bar keeping life easier. Anything you want! All I'll need are some tools and materials and I will make it! Now, Mr. Barkeep if you find the tool that I make is more impressive than that mess of sticks and wire that over-sized Gnomes calls a performance, than I get a free night's stay. If you don't, you'll never see my face in the tavern again!". [b] (Rolls with Charisma) (Gets a 2) [i]“Maybe you should stop trying to be the hero of the town and have a drink, most people here have had a hard days work and just want to socialise.”[/i] The Bartender retorted to Bams wishes.[/b] "What!" Bam exclaimed losing his temper, and not for the first time this night, "Well, well, I can't even speak!". After his tirade, Bam gave the other gnome a dirty look, and then headed out the door, slamming the weak frame. Once outside, Bam looks around [b] (Rolls with Perception) (Gets a 5) Despite the fog still looming, and the only light now coming from street lamps, Bam can still see the small colourful shop next door, and the guardhouse next to that. Across the street a large Factory can be seen, next to the Dock that Bam had landed on. The St Christpher still sitting in port. Bam began to walk deeper into town, hoping to move into the wilderness. His vision was far worse as he left the light of the Tavern and guard tower and soon he walked in the darkness. He passes buildings he can not identify but soon find the gates to the outside. Unfortunately for Bam they are locked. Maybe Bam should return back to his group? [/b] [img=http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2013/022/d/1/gate_by_tituslunter-d5sbrx9.jpg] -------------------------------------------- As the barkeep congratulated him, the masterful puppeteer vaulted onto a bar stool once more, chuckling as he steadied himself. With a wide grin, he watched the barkeep fill the first draught of ale and cheekily responded to the man's comment, "From whence I come, it is said that one never regrets a business deal with a puppet master." After his comment, he chuckled to himself and quickly accepted the free ale from the barkeep as a few strangers hobbled over to him. While he was interrupted from drinking his ale, he noticed both the drunkenness of the strangers, and the shouting gnome from the St. Christopher who had managed to hobble over to the bar. "Drink up," Zimnis cheerily commented, raising the over-sized mug to his friend before taking a big gulp. Zimnis then put the half-drank mug down and conversed with the drunkards for a few minutes as more drama unveiled around himself. He explained what a puppet was to the drunkards, then sent them off, claiming that, "my tricks are my meals. No one wants to give away their meals, eh?" With his conversation over, he looked around the bar, trying to ignore the rambling gnome beside him as he finished off the last of his ale. The drunkards asked for free ale, but the barkeeper swiftly told them off, as did Zimnis, who immediately felt internally guilty upon doing so(despite their persistence). The gnome looked around for the rather large and calm orc from the boat, but the green-skinned giant was nowhere to be seen! Swerving around, Zimnis grabbed another ale and, raising it towards the barkeep, claimed, "the orc won't be needin' this tonight," before trying once again to drown himself in the brilliant, frothy, golden liquid. This time, as opposed to the first, he could make out the faint taste of honey in the bitter-sweet drink. By the time the second draught was empty, he was certain that the hole which previously occupied the space of his stomach was full to the brim. As he slammed the empty draught down beside the last, he released a rather loud belch and briefly complimented the barkeep before turning his attention to the creepy robed guy and the other gnome. Zimnis hadn't expected the barkeep to have lost his cheerful mood so quickly, but that was how the situation played out for the loud gnome. For a moment, the puppet-master felt like hobbling over to console the gnome. Before the puppet master could make up his mind, however, the gnome sent him the glance of an impassioned, berzerking Meatwrencher and stormed out, probably to plot a gnomish scheme for revenge. As he thought to reach for the gnome's ale, realizing that BamGardo would probably not be returning for it, the blurred hand of the creepy robed guy as he stole away the ale. [b](Rolls with Perception) (Gets a 1) Zimnis saw not only one hand, but two! The robed figure must be some kind of freaky spider man! Zimnis soon shrugged off the accusation as the Alewas whisked away, soon forgetting about the two handed incident[/b] Once again, before Zimnis had the reaction time to object, the rippling, robe-covered figure was rushing towards the door, small drops of ale dripping from the brimm-filled draught. The puppet-master watched in amusement as, behind the door, the robed guy spoke to someone who sounded like BamGardo, then watched as the figure returned with the empty draught in-tow. Zimnis chuckled as the figure sat nearby, then turned his attention to a few drunkards who happened to overhear the exchange and, renewed with the passion for free ale, meandered over to the bar once more. After waving off the drunkards once again, the persistent buggers he thought, feeling less guilty about it, he looked around once more and noticed the seer's booth near the back of the tavern behind the happy, but obtrusive faces of humans and dwarves. Zimnis had to squint to identify the rather shiny, green orbules of light from his companion's clothes due to the alcohol, but the resemblance was unmistakable once his sight was focused enough to see. Turning back around, he watched the odd, robed fellow drink his ale in amusement and told the barkeeper, "I hadn't spied those fancily-purpled draperies in the back over thar before now," at this he pointed to the fortune-teller, "what can you tell me about them?" [b] [i]“Ah that, some old bugger. Calls herself a fortune teller, most people pay just to amuse her. She has become quite the talk recently. Apparently we are all doomed!”[/i] The Bartender gave out a hearty laugh, and said nothing more.[/b] --------------- Haiaen stopped to wave the curtains around his fingers and looked around, a sensation of dizziness within. He stood unmoving beyond a sequence of blinks for a moment, before he jumped always from the purple curtains, intent in avoid poking them again. Yet, he soon found himself with his arms extended ready to touch the cloth. He would have done so, if the word fortune hadn’t being spoken. Immediately, Haiaen went inside past the curtains to search the meaning of the woman claim. As Lindir was already there, he waited to see what would happen. He saw the elf pick his belongings and at the unmistakable glint of gold, Haiaen lightly hopped around a few steps, he could almost feel the adventure. How much will she give him? At what happened the undead halted and moved his hands to his own eyes, scrubbing them. Were his companions instead of after adventures giving them? Had he misunderstood something again? He would have asked, but Lindir seemed too busy to answer his questions. So Haiaen added these new queries to his list of, at the moment, two hundred and eighty four and went to explore the rest of this crowded red dwarf. He passed near a few tables and when he was going to put his money grabbing skills to use, Bam protested about puppets stealing his job or something. He would have ignored the outburst, but he saw too strong a familiarity in the reactions of some of the people seated near the gnome to those that had waved torches and pitchforks against him. He went after BamGardo, reaching the bar when the barkeep gave his answer. After what happened, Haiaen wondered if gnomes in fact spoke with their eyes, if they didn’t know how to speak. He tried to get any meaning out of Zimnis eyes, but from the words spoken around he only understood there were free drinks to each of them. Maybe it’s something only they can do? He looked at the door Bam had just left and picked the drink that was his.”Does he even know this place? Hey, you forgot yours.” He rushed to the exit, while balancing the contents of the mug. He thought of leaving the building, but abstained from stepping away from the entrance. If the fog outside had been thick before, now that was darker it somehow was thicker too. So much, that with his senses he was unable to see the tower he knew was near.”You forgot your ale.” The undead said, expecting some kind of response. The Gnome, isntead, walked away,ignoring the roved fellow. he looked around and, after making sure nobody was in listening range, answer in sequence, while alternating his tone of voice slightly.”Thank you comrade, but you can have it. ” “But it’s yours, I couldn’t have it.” “ No, no, I insist .” “Alright.” After the exchange he would drink the ale and re-enter the place. He had no idea what the point of doing this was, but it was worth two gold. He fended off the drunks from his ale, even if he had no idea why it was his. He picked it, and mimicked what the people seated were doing with theirs. Barring the texture of the liquid he felt it was equal to any other liquid he had imbibed before. As the last dropped passed by his throat, he raised a brow and looked inside the empty mug. [b]The undead man seemed unaffected by the alcohol, his long dead organs un-corruptible it seemed. [/b]