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[color=gold]Time:[/color] Morning
[color=gold]Location:[/color]Roshmi City
[color=gold]Interactions:[/color] Ayita [@13org], Sakura [@baraquiel]
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Cade scoffed at the demon as she praised spells over steel. [color=gold]“Spells, hexes, magic; these are the tools of manipulation and deception for those who lack the strength and honor to face an opponent in fair combat. I will admit your magic has its uses; with creatures like the dracolich and in disguise, but in the hunt and in combat there is nothing better than a victory won through skill with nothing other than one’s trusted weapon at their side.”[/color] Cade replied with confidence, although he could now see a useful place for magic he could not see it as a replacement for a good weapon in the hand of a well trained warrior. It was more important to him to fight with honor than it was to simply win, and there was no pride to be had in a victory accomplished through tricks. [color=gold]”It is a truly beautiful thing when one can accomplish something great from their own prowess alone, when years of practice and training finally amount to success.”[/color] His eyes shone with pride and his tail flicked happily about as he recalled his first defeat of a cave troll as younger cat. 

He found Ayita’s take on things curios as well, what could one possibly learn from prey? While those designed to be hunted had speed and grace it was of course unequal to that of cat, after all that was why eventually every good cat caught a meal. Rather than inquire on this further though, Cade took a second to scan the surroundings and try and recall the places in Roshmi he had been before. Ayita was in need of weapons and no good warrior should be separated from their tools for too long, especially not while under the threat of constant danger. He choices his direction and lead the way through the streets of the city with ease. [color=gold]”Your guide I shall be, lucky for you a cat never gets lost, though we do on occasion chose to take the scenic route.”[/color] Cade found their way to Roshmi’s finest blacksmith a cheerful and boisterous demi-fox named Ezra Vulpis, and his shop held many finely crafted weapons.

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[color=cyan]Time:[/color] Morning
[color=cyan]Location:[/color] Roshmi City
[color=cyan]Interactions:[/color] Torvi [@Tae]
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Bowyn had seen the flyer’s for Roshmi’s latest ball postered about the city, how could he not they seemed to be just about everywhere. He had ignored them, mostly, doubting that anything useful could come from prancing about with the city’s elite. However, the thought of pickpocketing the drunken elite while they were surrounded by their own obscene extravagance, was more than enough to make Bowyn grin. All those drunken and distracted nobles with their shiny trinkets and full coin purses would certainly cover meals and board for their time in the city. The only issue was should they be caught there it would bring them far too much trouble, he’d likely lose a hand at least and he doubted Torvi’s disguise would hold up to the scrutiny of authorities. [color=cyan]”While I applaud you for thinking like a thief, I’m not sure the nobles would be our best bet in finding allies. Seems to me they are benefiting the most from the king’s rule and wouldn’t risk their status to aid you. I doubt any humans here would have the means to provide both the high entry fee and have suitable attire for such a thing. They certainly wouldn’t let us in dressed as commoners, we’d have to acquire [i]formal wear[/i] to even get in the door.”[/color] Bowyn didn’t even try to hide his disgust when mentioning dress clothes. 

Truthfully it seemed an almost impossible task to find anyone willing to help in such a large city with it being so difficult to even find someone you could trust to ask. Bowyn doubted that rich noble would be willing to do anything that didn’t sever their own greed but searching for help among people who struggled to survive would be a challenge as well. Although he’d personally feel more comfortable in the city’s slums, they too were just as likely to turn them in for the reward; starvation could easily strip a person of their decency. [color=cyan]”But, no matter where we seek help it will be dangerous, so if we find nothing better before this ball then I guess it’s a risk we may have to take.”[/color] Bowyn gazed at the dwindling contents of his glass, feeling again the impending sense of dread at the danger to come. His own survival had dropped on his list of priorities and ensuring Aeryn no longer suffered as one of the undead now took precedent. Although death seemed a likely outcome of his new and foolish endeavors, he had to stay cautious to ensure he at least survived long enough to accomplish this goal. [color=cyan]”We can’t afford any mistakes.”[/color] He added solemnly.