Time: 10 am, Soller Location: Outside The Nest Interactions: Nabarra @nasty, Yuka @princess, Aiko @CitrusArms Equipment: Sword, bow and arrows, small knife, wayfinder, fire kit, a pouch with 117 amas
Orias studied his new acquaintances within The Leaky Tap Tavern as the light of day was slowly sapped away by accursed Halastra. Throughout the day and into the evening, Yuka spoke and conducted herself as if everything that was happening was nothing more than an exciting turn of events. Openly spoke against Kasai's regime as if war was but a children's game. The feline demihuman looked young even by the standards of her own race, but to an elf, even the oldest of demihumans was but an adolescent. Maybe that was why Roshmi seemed to lack strong leadership; no demihuman could ever hope to obtain the centuries of experience and wisdom that his people's elders could, they simply lacked the lifespan. He tried not to judge Yuka's immaturity too harshly even as she flirted with the bartender and asked irrelevant questions of the group. Normally he would’ve found another’s idle chatter a welcomed distraction, an opportunity to enjoy the company, but everything now felt too dire to relax. He felt a growing doubt at her ability to aid a resistance, to even understand the weight of such actions, but his memory of the effortless charisma she demonstrated with her earlier speech helped to fight his doubts back.
Throughout the afternoon he kept the cat mask on despite the occasional odd look from other patrons in order to ensure Nabarra did not stand out more. The atmosphere within the tavern was tense after everything that had happened. Nothing good would come of a tavern filled with angry and intoxicated creatures noticing a dark elf in their midst. Luckily most of the creatures in the tavern had larger concerns than elves in strange masks, and he overheard much talk of the coming dark elf occupation of Roshmi City. Those around them spoke of every bit of gossip and rumor they had heard of things to come, most of it had confirmed what they already suspected and some of it ranging to wildly far-fetched speculation.
He studied the reactions, words, and behavior of the fox demihuman Aiko closely, for he knew little of their opinions and motivations regarding the war. Orias kept his answers towards any questions directed his way short and clipped, and he avoided any outright talk of treason in a crowded tavern with acquaintances he barely knew. Strange how the one he trusted most was the dark elf in the group, but Nabarra had made her intentions quite clear earlier that day and he was now confident that her words were honest. He noticed Nabarra had grown quiet and wondered if this was more her nature than the demeanor he had witnessed earlier. It had even been some time since she had uttered a slew of profanity. Was this an attempt to not draw undue attention? Or had the scuffle on the rooftop she engaged in earlier taken more of a toll than he'd realized? The latter seemed likely as it took her several seconds to answer Yuka with her name.
“A meal sounds like a grand idea, perhaps somewhere quieter, where we can more openly converse. He suggested, while much of Roshmi seemed to be against King Kasai you could never be certain just who was listening in. “Or an evening walk around the shops before they close for the night. A Blas Bun and a hot sandwich sounds good right about now. I believe there is an apothecary nearby as well and keeping a few potions on hand would be wise.” He added, a walk would help burn off some of the anxious energy he felt. Just about any change of location would feel like an improvement to the growingly uncomfortably crowded tavern.
Time: Dusk Location: Aboard The Harem Mentions: Tigerlily @Potter, Tesoro@Infinite Cosmos, Lizzie @Tae, Barboda @Alivefalling Equipment: A cutlass, 2 knives and a dagger strategically hidden, a spyglass, a wayfinder, pouch of amas, various jewelry.
Nym kept busy, working alongside Tigerlily to ensure smooth sailing as they left the dock. As they headed in the direction of the Dreaded Isles, he noted Barboda readying the canons should they encounter either monsters or foes. It was a bold choice of destination; one that held the promise of lost treasure and far from the annoying thumb of any sort of authorities. The threat of sea monsters had never bothered him, it was a worthy gamble, and they were as prepared as they could be. He stuck close to Tigerlily, whose unease was noticeable after the encounter with Tesoro. Tigerlily was a crewmember whose experience with the sea and its creatures would be invaluable, and who he trusted more than any other aboard The Harem.
Tesoro’s outburst was not one that surprised him, there were many sailors who feared sirens, and it was fear that he found more cowardly than most superstition. For what made so many sailors fear the sirens was their ability to lure men into the sea, and so to fear the sirens was to also to fear the sea. Tesoro seemed to be in little control of himself, it was no wonder he feared a siren’s ability to seduce and control others. The former elven captain had lost his position to mutiny, he’d been deemed unworthy of his title by his own crew. Even before the man had called Nym fish brain and dared to imply that he was entranced by Tigerlily, Nym held a low opinion of him. Those insults were neither forgotten nor forgiven, instead, Nym held it in the back of his mind, a score to be settled later.
Despite his low opinion of Tesoro, the man’s concerns about Captain Lizzie remained valid. Something seemed off about her, Nym wasn’t sure what to make of her secrecy and private meetings with Barboda the bounty hunter. There was nothing to make him outwardly question the captain, and he was confidant enough that if this was some sort of elaborate trap, there were plenty of ways out of it. So kept his focus on the ship, on work, and keeping any conversation with the rest of the crew on sailing and teaching the greener crewmates anything they wanted to learn. Unlike Tesoro, he would not voice his doubts about the captain without just cause.
Time: 7 pm Location: River Port-Odds and Ends Interactions: Arn @Omni5876, Rue@Potter Equipment: 1 hunting knife, a flask of alcohol, a backpack, small tent, blanket, waterskin, rope, fire starting kit, lightmaker, cooking pot, a bar of soap, some drugs; skaula (8 grams) and zemak (1 ounce), rolling papers, and 33 amas.
By some rare stroke of fortune the flying deathtrap managed to land safely in the port town without incident. Even with his feet once again on land, Bowyn did not find himself relaxed in the slightest. Eyes from all around found their way to him and his companions. The tension of being aboard the Helius was quickly replaced with a new sense of unease. As he kept close to Rue he noted the eyes of strangers watching them, and he felt the need to return every gaze that lingered on them with a glare of his own. Bowyn’s eyes darted about, challenging curious onlookers to say the wrong thing, or make a wrong move. Part of him, most of him, wanted someone to accept that challenge, to have an excuse to fight someone. But the folks of River Port continued to carry about their business.
He watched as Rue stretched her wings with pangs of envy. Muscles in his back once used for flight ached to do the same, the empty space where wings had been somehow held the power to hurt and burn as if there was anything there to soothe. Even without Rue, even surrounded by only the grounded races, there was no forgetting what he’d lost. He tried to keep his focus on the strangers, stay alert for signs of danger, and keep his mind occupied. Rue continued through the port town and he followed. As she spoke her voice rang with an enthusiasm to it and so he just nodded and kept quiet so he could not ruin that.
Although Bowyn had turned down Arn’s offer to buy the tickets for the Helius, as Rue asked him to chose an outfit, he gave little thought to it. A gift from Rue held no threat of strings or unpaid debt, only a simple gesture from a friend who had always been and still was, kind. He gestured towards the second outfit and understood that if they were to be meeting some Sun Elf princess it would benefit them to better blend in, and for him to not wear old clothes that made him look like a vagrant. He thanked Rue and pointed out an inn across the street from the Odds and Ends shop. “An inn does seem like a good place to start looking for Arn’s friend.” Bowyn said, although the building didn’t exactly look like the sort of place one would find a princess.
Time: 10 am, Soller Location: Outside The Nest Interactions: Nabarra @nasty, Yuka @princess, Aiko @CitrusArms Equipment: Sword, bow and arrows, small knife, wayfinder, fire kit, a pouch with 117 amas
Orias only nodded as Nabarra replied with anger-tinted words. He was beginning to suspect her rage came from a place of passion, a strong belief in whatever it was she believed in, rather than the unbridled hate he expected of dark elves. He didn’t question her stance against dark elves, so whatever belief system fueled her anger was something he was accepting as a worthy allegiance. As the dark elf let out a sigh that began to transform into a growl he briefly considered reminding her that despite the feline mask she was, in fact, not a cat, and growling was something better left to bestial creatures. Now seemed a poor time to bring up decorum, so he rolled his eyes instead, and followed the dark elf up the side of the building to the rooftop.
As Nabarra continued to speak, Orias could only notice the hostility in her words, the anger that rose and fell and never seemed to fully dissipate. Some indignation on behalf of the demihuman who had been kicked from the rooftop, but he doubted that was the sole source. Still, he found it wildly uncharacteristic for a dark elf to give a second thought to such things. He found only surprises with Navarra, so different from what he expected out of a dark elf. Yuka only seemed to respond with glib amusement. He moved from the edge of the rooftop to place himself between the two of them. While Yuka’s methods were unconventional at best, she was clearly in opposition to King Kasai. Without unseating the monarch they would be no way to either prevent or dissolve Roshmi’s union with the dark elves. That was a task that would take more than two elves and he was in short supply of allies. Working with both Navarra and Yuka seemed the only way to aid his kingdom, and his sisters, in the war efforts.
“Koldar.” He spoke his false name as he lifted the mask and bowed as he introduced himself to the lioness. “Please excuse my cousin’s temper, but in the interest of compromise maybe we can agree to keep our mutual enemies as the targets of any future attacks rather than random citizens. The support of the masses can only serve to our benefit if we wish to undermine the King and his alliance.” He said before sliding the mask back down. He hoped introducing Nabarra as a cousin would lead to the assumption that she too was a light elf. Their races were connected enough that he did not see it as an outright lie, but rather a stretch of the truth. He wasn’t sure how long she sought to keep up the ruse but maybe this would make two masked strangers seem less suspicious.
“Perhaps there is somewhere we might share a drink or a meal and discuss our pans with your companion?” He offered as he glanced at the demihuman fox creature Yuka had addressed.
Time: 10am Location: Helius - Ironhold to Riverport Interactions: Arn @Omni5876, Rue@Potter Equipment: 1 hunting knife, a flask of alcohol, a backpack, small tent, blanket, waterskin, rope, fire starting kit, lightmaker, cooking pot, a bar of soap, some drugs; skaula (8 grams) and zemak (1 ounce), rolling papers, and 33 amas. “Our village is like a long harsh winter, often survival is a struggle, it takes work to keep going but the people there are a hearth, a community, that provides all the warmth we need. No monarchy, just a collective of leaders who are no better and no worse than the rest of us. Small enough that everyone knows each other to some extent. We don’t have much, but we make do, ensure that we all survive together rather than compete with one another. A place I never felt alone in, a home that felt like peace.
I loved my home, and I have seen enough of Avalia that I know without a doubt I do not wish for it to spoil my home. You’re not a bad guy Arn, under different circumstances we might have been friends, but that’s not what I’m looking for. If our goals remain aligned we can stay allies, but I’m not here to risk my life for a dwarf, and I would not choose you over myself or my own kind. I’m going to ensure that this war doesn’t touch my home, that dark elves do not remain a threat to my people.” Bowyn spoke softly enough for only Arn and Rue to hear. While he understood and felt for Arn’s loneliness, it was not his problem and he wasn’t interested in making new friends. Speaking about a home that he knew he would never see again only made his heart feel unbearably heavy for the loss of it, but it did keep his mind off the uncomfortable lack of space within the Helius.
“I would neither stab you in the back nor risk my neck for you. Our path is the same for now; I too, wish to get as close as I can to this war, find a place where I can do the most damage and I think you’ll lead me there. If you chose to part ways then I’ll go back to looking on my own.” Bowyn continued, his tone slowly becoming more detached. He saw no point in hiding anything from Arn. He left out how he had no plans for after the war, no need to make new friends when he saw his own chances of survival as nonexistent. That part he simply left out to avoid upsetting Rue.
“If your letter is from the dwarven king, and he is supporting the light elves in the war, why do you need to hide your position in his army?” Bowyn asked, noting how Arn had mentioned the elven princess would likely travel in disguise and that the young dwarven medic felt he would need to do the same.
Time: 10am Location: Helius - Ironhold to Riverport Interactions: Arn @Omni5876, Rue@Potter Equipment: 1 hunting knife, a flask of alcohol, a backpack, small tent, blanket, waterskin, rope, fire starting kit, lightmaker, cooking pot, a bar of soap, some drugs; skaula (8 grams) and zemak (1 ounce), rolling papers, and 33 amas.
Bowyn only nodded and held back from voicing his thoughts as Rue spoke. Strength in numbers? What a joke. Two fairies and one dwarf weren’t exactly the sort of numbers that really made a difference. He couldn’t even truthfully agree with Rue when she said she was happy to see him again. He’d rather not see Rue here, he’d rather she remain home, and safe, and away from dangerous things, but whatever her reason for being here it wasn’t his job to talk her out of it. So he said nothing because he knew she would be able to tell if he lied and he did not want to ruin her mood, Rue seemed the most cheerful of the group. Even the previously calm and stoic Arn looked exponentially more uncomfortable onboard the Helius. In fact, Arn looked both like he was about to lose his breakfast and like he was embarrassed at the same time.
He noted the bashful eyes Arn made towards Rue and almost chuckled. That was good, if the young soldier liked Rue he’d make sure to keep her safe too. Arn already seemed idealistically noble and chivalrous, and rather than finding such naive behaviors irritating, Bowyn counted on Arn’s nature to ensure the dwarf would make sure Rue’s safety was a priority. He kept quiet as Rue and Arn spoke, watching those around them, breathing in the stale air inside the Helius, and the fingers of one hand drumming against the seat. The Helius was crowded enough that pacing wasn’t even an option and that just made the space feel smaller. Looking out the window didn’t help either, because they were now plenty high up in the air and all he could think about was how out of his control the situation was; it wasn’t like real flying at all, where he got to decide how high, how fast, and when to land.
“You should be afraid. Creatures aren’t meant to fly like this, it’s stupid. Big metal cage being flung about in the air, who even thought this was a good idea? Probably elves.” Bowyn half muttered to himself and half to Arn as the man had voiced his own displeasure for flying. At least Arn seemed to have sense, unlike the baffling majority of the Helius who were all gathering around windows, mouths agape, and pointing as if they’d never seen a damn mountain before. It was almost as annoying as being forced to be still while being hundreds of feet in the air and his fate in the hands of whatever fool was in charge of flying the Helius.
“Any sort of plan for when we get to River Port?” He added looking first at Arn, and then at Rue, who had always been a comforting presence. The two of them both had too many secrets he wasn’t exactly sure what they wanted to talk about but he knew he wasn’t interested in staring out the windows and talking about the scenery as if he’d never seen trees and mountains before. Hearing about a plan was distracting and knowing a plan was comforting.
Time: 10 am Location: Aboard The Harem Interactions: Éliane @Benzaiten, Tigerlily @Potter, Tesoro[@Infinate Cosmos], Lizzie @Tae Equipment: A cutlass, 2 knives and a dagger strategically hidden, a spyglass, a wayfinder, pouch of amas, various jewelry.
Nym didn’t find the answer to his question in Éliane’s words, but he didn’t really expect an answer. Only time could tell him if one was cut out for a life of piracy, the skills could all be taught, with enough time even the softest of folks could learn to kill without remorse. They only had to have the will; to learn, to survive not just in times of feast but in famine as well, to be able to weather the fiercest storms and not flinch. It required will to be as changing as the sea herself, to know when a situation required gentle waves or a violent squall. In time the newcomers to pirate life would either show enough will to embrace the life of a pirate or be swallowed by the sea and forgotten.
As both Éliane and Tigerlily still spoke of swimming the captain returned with a man who he assumed to have been the previously mentioned prisoner. Nym kept his eye focused on the newcomer who had arms like cannons and while the man carried himself with the swagger of success, his manner of dress did nothing to support that notion. He looked as if he’d been scrapped up out of the gutters but might prove useful to have around during a fight at least. His head tilted to the side and he smirked as the captain introduced the man as Tesoro, a recognizable name to most anyone who spent enough time in Port Vanarosa.
Tesoro, as the legends told, came out of nowhere one day, captain of a mighty ship called El Dorado, and a talent for finding gold. To Nym talent was worth far less than hard work, as talent bred fools and hard work bred wisdom. The rest of the legend of the former captain only backed up that belief, as the fool had led his men to a losing battle and lost it all to a mutiny. The man then made himself a frequent fixture of fighting pits, taverns, and brothels. Nym could only wonder if Tesoro even retained his sea legs.
Before Captian Lizzie headed back out with a plate of food he nodded his head to show he understood her orders. They were leaving in twenty minutes, recreational activities would have to wait until the work was done.
“Tesoro? Funny I heard a rumor ye’d given up the seas for the life of a gutter rat. Sill know how to work a ship I hope?” He said as he eyed up the man. Nym finished his rum and slammed the cup down on the table and stood up. “If Cap’n wants us weighin’ anchor in twenty, ya lot best be ready in ten. Time to finally leave this hunk o’ dirt behind and find us a real adventure.” Nym wasn’t interested in any hand-holding, if they’d all sailed before they should know enough to find something that needs done and get work. If they weren’t ready on time he’d be back down to the living quarters to drag folks up deck by the ear.
Nym headed back to the deck and took a quick study of the dock and the movements of the wind. He set to work checking the rigging, readying the sails, and prepping the ship to sail safely out of the dock once they began to raise the anchor.
Time: 10am Location: Helius above Ironhold Interactions: Arn @Omni5876, Rue@Potter Equipment: 1 hunting knife, a flask of alcohol, a backpack, small tent, blanket, waterskin, rope, fire starting kit, lightmaker, cooking pot, a bar of soap, some drugs; skaula (8 grams) and zemak (1 ounce), rolling papers, and 33 amas. Bowyn rolled his eyes and shrugged as both Rue and Arn seemed shocked by his suggestion to threaten the well-being of the Helius. Apparently, he was the only one in their group willing to be more than a little petty. It wasn’t as if anyone would be seriously injured if it broke down before it hit the skies. There was no issue bringing the wolf aboard the Helius and that, unfortunately, meant they were all headed aboard the flying death trap.
“Trying to make friends by buying them, will only gain you leeches, Mister Arn.” Bowyn said to the dwarf as they passed the man taking tickets. He more or less believed the dwarf when he explained his offer was to ensure they remained traveling companions. Not because it seemed like a logical thing to do, quite the opposite, but Arn was so sincere that it seemed impossible to believe the dwarf was able to look someone in the eye and tell a convincing lie. “You’re stuck with us for now Arn, but if you keep calling me Mister, folks might start to assume you’re some kind of butler rather than an important soldier who has business with important elves.“ The dwarf was both a soldier and on his way to meet with a light elf princess, this was more than enough to keep Bowyn interested in what Arn was up to.
Bowyn hesitated for a moment before he crossed the threshold into the Helius. It felt just as cramped as he had thought it would. Too many people. Not enough space. Once the machine took off there wouldn’t be any way back out of it until it landed. More people piled into the machine and then it rumbled to life. The rickety contraption vibrated with the engine, all of its movements were jarring and unsteady. It was nothing like flying with one’s own wings; there was no feeling of absolute freedom, no gentle push from the wind, and it was far from smooth and graceful. The Helius had windows that were kept closed and the air inside was stale. The windows seemed to exist only to remind everyone how high up they all were and that the entirety of their fates depended upon this machine functioning properly.
Time: 10 am Location: Aboard The Harem Interactions: Éliane @Benzaiten, Tigerlily @Potter Equipment: A cutlass, 2 knives and a dagger strategically hidden, a spyglass, a wayfinder, pouch of amas, various jewelry.
Nym ate his fill of the grand feast, unbothered by the rest of the crew’s seeming lack of interest in a good meal. He knew the sea to be unpredictable, while they may be feasting this day there was no guarantee that the next day would not see him picking mold off a stale biscuit to survive. He had no idea where they were headed nor how long it would take, this strange captain had offered no details of her plan or even a direction in which they were headed. Once his mind wasn’t occupied by thoughts of food it was troubled by the uncertainty with this captain. Only time would tell if Captain Lizzie could offer more than just talk and swagger.
Sure it was nice to be aboard a ship again, but they had yet to set sail, and sitting at the dock was only a small step above being onshore. He was more than ready to leave, to travel the vast oceans of Avalia and find himself battling tooth and nail against another vessel whose cargo could hold anything from a few measly supplies to untold riches. That was the sort of thrill he truly lived for, and even while so many dreamed of a score large enough to pay for an easy life, to give up that level of excitement and uncertainty would be akin to laying down and waiting for death.
Eventually, Tigerlily returned from wherever she had wandered off to, but he noticed she had returned without the squawking menace. After the siren had helped herself to the rum, Nym did the same. He had raised an eyebrow when Tigerlily mentioned going swimming when there was work to be done to get The Harem off the island. He wasn't entirely sure if it was a serious suggestion or her way of complaining about the weather here. From anyone else he would’ve taken such a suggestion as laziness, however, Nym knew Tigerlily well enough to know that was not the case so if the siren needed a quick splash in the ocean he would not argue about it. “What can I say, I am the luckiest bastard on the sea.” He took a swig from his cup of rum and casually nodded at Tigerlily. Growing up in a brothel made the very idea of modesty of foreign concept to Nym.
“Certainly would be a damn shame if ya baked in the sun an’ ended up looking like the Sarelion here.” He said, gesturing to the fish on the table. “Wouldn’t worry much ‘bout the war either, play it smart and it’s gonna make us all very rich and keep our voyage exciting for quite a time." Not only would a war give all of Avalia something bigger to worry about than pirates, but with all the dangerous creatures that lurked in the forests between cities, many found the seas a faster and safer voyage for transport, and the war would only ensure more valuable cargo being sent out and about. “Watcha say Éliane, how flexible do ya find that moral fiber o’ yours today?” He asked as he glanced at the light elf. It wasn’t that he doubted her courage or sense of adventure but he wasn’t entirely sure she had it in her to fight and kill for the chance to take whatever cargo might lay aboard any ship that had the misfortune to cross their path.
Time: 10 am, Soller Location: Outside The Nest Interactions: Nabarra @nasty, Kuroi @hide on mana, Mika @Tae, Sivaros @GingerBoi123, Slick @FunnyGuy, and Yuka @princess Equipment: Sword, bow and arrows, small knife, wayfinder, fire kit, a pouch with 117 amas
Orias wasn’t expecting such a direct approach from Nabarra. While he wasn’t surprised that she hadn't earned them an immediate welcome, he could appreciate the fully abrasive honesty of it. The light elf she had spoken to seemed to have better things to do than killing dark elves. As the others of the group began speaking up it seemed like they were all escorting Princess Mika somewhere. Well, two men seemed like they were escorting and one man in a strange hat who called himself Slick implied that he and the princess were about to find private chambers together. Slick seemed far past inhibited and when the man began losing his balance and flailing about ungracefully, a sudden and soft breeze blew through to help right his balance. Interesting. He thought as he kept close attention to Slick.
Then a scream cut the air as a man fell to a wagon from a rooftop and a female demihuman made an overly dramatic entrance followed by a speech clearly meant to stir up trouble. While her manipulation was obvious, everything she said only confirmed what he’d expected from King Kasai. The people of Roshmi should be infuriated, there was no way an alliance with dark elves would benefit them, this was just another instance of a king putting his own well-being before his people. One of the men escorting the young demihuman princess spoke up, a renowned champion fighter named Kuroi, in an attempt to settle the crowd. As Kuroi spoke Orias felt a very subtle push against his emotions, a calming feeling that intruded from an outside force. Interesting. He found himself thinking again.
The earlier breeze, that he suspected Slick of causing, was unexpected but not outside of possibility. The broadcast last night had mentioned humans, and if anyone was capable of summoning them back to Avalia it was Rose. His mask hid a smile as he remembered just how exceptionally talented his sister was with magic. The other force he felt, the one capable of manipulating emotions, was not a type of magic he had felt before. Had it come from Kuroi? That seemed a very unlikely power for the demihuman to have. A demon perhaps, they were said to have unfathomable powers, but this too seemed an unlikely explanation. Surely a demon would want to sway a crowd towards violence and not calm them.
His thoughts on the strange magic ended as Princess Mika spoke, confirming what the feline demihuman had said. He felt a pang of empathy as the young woman spoke of her father who cared so little for his children. It seemed Biren’s did not have the monopoly on royal family dysfunction and he could only wish the young princess the best in her efforts. She would face a hard road, more daunting than his own path had been, to salvage a family name ruined by her own father, and to prove herself worthy of her title in the eyes of her people. He hoped she ran into his sisters, he had a feeling they’d like her.
“Did you think that would actually work?” He asked as he glanced at Nabarra. “Besides this group seems far more interested in starting bar fights and sneaking off for a quick dalliance than fighting a war.” He said as he glanced at Slick and Mika. Whatever the group they had just encountered was truly up to, it seemed likely that it involved both a human and a journey to the Sun Elf Kingdom, which meant it likely involved his sisters. The last thing Rose or Annya needed was a forgotten brother showing up to ruin their plans and he knew his own track record well enough to know he would be no help to them. On the other hand, if Roshmi was aligning with the dark elves then they didn’t need to go anywhere to look for a fight, it would come to them. “On the other hand, she seems to be looking for a fight.” He added as he nodded his head towards Yuka the outspoken demihuman.
Time: 10am Location: Outside Gakhumi’s Tavern - Ironhold Interactions: Arn @Omni5876, Rue@Potter Equipment: 1 hunting knife, a flask of alcohol, a backpack, small tent, blanket, waterskin, rope, fire starting kit, lightmaker, cooking pot, a bar of soap, some drugs; skaula (8 grams) and zemak (1 ounce), rolling papers, and 33 amas. Loss of 100 amas for Helius ticket. Bowyn nodded as if he understood as Rue avoided his question. He watched as Rue looked around as they walked, taking in the sights of Ironhold. Nothing here felt familiar, it was a city so unlike his village, dwarves were less friendly, the buildings were practical and felt unwelcoming, and even the weather was uninviting. Maybe that was why he liked it here, no one cared what his business was and everything was so different and jarring that served as a constant distraction. Uncomfortable was almost as useful as new pain. “It is nothing like home here, but the mountains are nice. Maybe we’ll get a good look at them from the Helius.” Bowyn said, mostly because he didn’t really know what else to say but staying quiet just made the distance feel larger.
He continued to follow Arn who offered to pay for their tickets but Bowyn shook his head at the offer. He placed a handful of coins down at the booth where one purchased tickets to board flying death traps. Allowing Arn to pay for a few drinks was one thing but he did not need to be indebted to a stranger. “Why would it be a pleasure to buy tickets for someone else? Trying to get a favor out of us in return or is throwing amas around a pastime of yours?” Bowyn asked, more mocking than suspicious. He glanced at Moony who he guessed Rue was planning on bringing with her and shrugged. It hadn’t occurred to him that dwarves might take issue with a wolf tagging along, it was never odd to see the occasional animal companion inside all sorts of places back home. “If they take issue with Moony joining us, inform them that an angry wolf and two equally annoyed fairies who could freeze certain parts of a Helius that probably shouldn’t be frozen are much more of a problem than one well-behaved wolf aboard a Helius.”
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