Fantasy Setting Summer Dawn

[Flutterby]

Ora gave Crispin an uncertain glance.
"Eskaro has their own goals, like any other house. They just happen to be ruled by different urges." Her tone was not positive. She blinked, looked a little ashamed, softening her tone when she explained. "Yes, for now, they're on our side. But don't think it's because they treasure Cyndara- I have a feeling this is about Evereach for them."
SilverFlight
She was glad to have Crow's help with Meera, and added at the end of his statement, "Just do your best to be polite, it's not all that different here. People might even mistake.. um, human-looking-you.. for Sumennan if they're not paying attention, so you don't need to worry."
Baconhands

After that, they were approaching the monastery, and Ora fell quiet. Which is what she wished the other members of their party would do. Her neutral face slipped into surprise and then anger when Feyre spoke. As much as Ora wanted to appreciate Gideon getting more help, she couldn't help but wonder- was she dense, or just unable to control herself? The dwarf watched as Desrick admonished her, with an obvious frown. Nova quickly joined in, and received a disapproving glance. What was wrong with them? They had done the same in Brynson, and Gideon would agree.
She looked at Meera as Desrick finished, and tried to explain.
"It's really just a protective measure, and it keeps from drawing too much attention. As hard as it is, many here don't trust people who look Cyndaran, or anywhere close to it. Or they've never seen someone who looks like that. Myself included sometimes. And the high elves are the ones causing trouble.." Ora paused, and glanced around the group. "If you need to go out, Crow would be the best one to ask. I could too, but people tend to stare at me, and I don't know this city very well."
Then, loud enough for both of the half-elves to hear, she added, "Gideon requested the same be done in Brynson, it's common sense really. Safety in numbers, things can happen no matter who or where you are."
Ora looked to the Bishop, and gave a nod in greeting.
"Thank you for hosting us, and for your attention to these matters." The half-dwarf kept it simple, and then handed over her pony with a few quick instructions.
Ms. Sparrow Baconhands mothspit
Goonfire Zazz Phayne LazyDaze SilverFlight

 

[LazyDaze]

"Odd indeed..." Iolas stated ominously. He did not like being compared to the cat, but blinded by his rage Iolas had not considered how it was surviving all this time. Iolas gave a half bow and drifted back as he decided to ignore the feline. It was harder than he thought. Every other minute he found himself having visions of all the different ways he could kill it without the party noticing its untimely demise. An involuntary devilish smirk formed on his face when he reached method 29. He was bordering maniacal laughter when he heard Crow's statement about smiling which hit a bit too close to home. Nevertheless this broke him out of his trance and he retained his usual demeanor as he inserted himself in their conversation. "Oh Crow, whoever told you those things is obviously a sour puss....I am not immature," Iolas said as he purposely left out the part about being crazy or having devious thoughts.

SilverFlight Goonfire

When they arrived at their destination Iolas was amazed. He could not shake the culture of appreciating superficial beauty. In fact, it could compete with many of the buildings in Evereach. Iolas dismounted as he was instructed and tried to guess what they were in store for. That was when the Bishop arrived. To his surprise...he smiled. Following Crow's logic he must have been immature, devious, and/or crazy...like the brother he never had. As he continued to speak he said many things without having to say them; however, not everyone was blessed with the ability to read between the lines. Feyre seemed to be agitated at the fact she would have to be buddy buddy with a Sumennan...in fact, it was actually pretty obvious once he thought about it. When she said the part about leashes Iolas chuckled. "Oh my don't give him ideas," Iolas said cheerfully. He could only imagine how Pyrrhus and Crow were feeling; after all, this was one hell of a first impression.

Iolas would not have to reprimand her behavior, nor did he really want to. He would probably have a talk with her later...after he killed that cat. Luckly Desrick and Ora seemed to have a few words of advice for her. Hopefully she would understand the situation just a little bit better. To make matters worse...or better if you look at it in a certain way, Nova was being Nova; however, Iolas was just a bit perturbed on their situation. Pushing their buttons was entertaining indeed, however, he knew they could only use Crow's status to their advantage for only so long. He did not know Stenman at all, but just because they had a mutual dislike for Evereach did not mean that he was fond of Cyndarans. Who knows how far down the Sumennan rabbit hole he was.

"I told you we shouldn't have let them eat those mushrooms on the way here," Iolas said out loud to no one in particular as he shrugged his shoulders. "Oh well, what can you do?"

mothspit Flutterby SilverFlight Ms. Sparrow Goonfire

 

[Baconhands]

Smiling too much was bad? What sort of odd society was this? Meera thought about his explanation for a moment and found a little bit of credence in some of it; though how did they define what was too much smiling and what was a normal amount of smiling? Ora's comment, while somewhat reassuring, did little to stop these questions forming in her mind. There was a bit of relief when she realized that no special customs had to be observed, but this was overshadowed when the half-dwarf explained that Sumennan's did not trust people who looked Cyndaran, and an insulted grimace came to her face when the dwarf outright stated that her human form could be mistaken for Sumennan.
Flutterby Goonfire

Meera wasn't entirely impressed by the figure at the top of the balcony, nor was she entirely disturbed by his words. The half-elf's reaction was a bit more than a little frustrating: weren't they supposed to be making a good impression? If not for whatever political reason they were here for then at least to put Pyrrhus in a good light. She was not the only one to be of such an opinion; Pyrrhus was mortified (which struck a chord with the shapeshifter), and Desrick quickly chastised Feyre for her poor choice of timing and words. Meera did not need to voice her opinion: everything that was going to be said by her had already been covered by everyone else.

"Since you've said we have access to all of your facilities, would you happen to have a few books on herbs and medicines that I might be able to borrow?" Meera asked the bishop genuinely. "And if you have the equipment, would you let me use it to create a few potions here? They would only be basic things of course, I don't really know how to make complicated things. Not that I haven't wanted to learn, I just haven't had the time. Hence the books."

Ms. Sparrow Flutterby mothspit Goonfire Zazz Phayne LazyDaze SilverFlight

 

[Zazz]

The guards, who clearly resented the sass they had received, were soon out of sight as the diverse group was led through the winding streets of Eskaro. There didn’t seem to be much joy here; most people kept a straight face as they went about their daily business.

Overhearing Meera’s rapid-fire questions about Eskaroi customs, Crow slowed to match Meera’s pace. “Things seem foreign, but don’t worry; Eskaro isn’t that different,” he started to explain. “The main difference is that they don’t smile as much; smiling too much is read as a sign of mental problems, immaturity, or devious thoughts.”

The inquisitor sighed, knowing what—or, more specifically, who—was waiting for him beyond the main gates and front door. The portcullis was already open in anticipation of the guests’ arrival. Several knights of House Cautura stood at attention, their blades sheathed. Attendants, messengers, and maids scurried about, busy with the tasks at hand. One human dressed in red and white cleric garb stood before the incoming crew. “Welcome to Eskaro! If you’ll please dismount, we will take your mounts to our spacious private stables,” he announced merrily, raising his arms. His jolly grin wavered as his nervous eyes passed over the elves and the one orc, though he restrained any verbal criticism.

Following the formal greeting, a line of unarmed servants approached, ready to lead the horses. Two guards leaned towards the towering double doors and pulled them open, revealing the immaculate, glass-domed, gray marble rotunda. The floor was decorated with a gorgeous, gold-inlaid mosaic of the sun. The sound of running water could be heard on both sides; two sections of quartzite on opposing sides broke the patterns of chiseled blocks and relief sculptures, creating archways that revealed artificial waterfalls. Light poured out from behind them, projecting fluctuating, luminous shapes across the surfaces of the architecture and the many highly-polished brass statues standing proudly in their evenly-spaced alcoves.

Toward the back of the rotunda was a pair of wide, winding staircases leading up to a balcony, and there on the balcony stood the mighty bishop, dressed in his flowing, gold-trimmed, red and white regalia, the official garb of a person of such high authority. Crow was noticeably awestruck to see the man was not maintaining his perpetual stone face; rather, his lips curled upward into a welcoming grin. To all who knew Stenmann, this was a drastic improvement from his usual gruff mood. “All who protect this place are sworn to secrecy. Snakes may fear a fate worse than death,” he declared, skipping a greeting. His gravelly voice echoed throughout the room as he continued the monologue. “However, all mortal beings are born with the flaw of corruptibility, so you should come to my office at the heart of this monastery if you wish to discuss your smashing successes, both past and future. Make use of our facilities, and... take a Sumennan with you—preferably one who isn’t an elf—if you plan to venture beyond the walls of Saint Solveig.”

SilverFlight mothspit Zazz LazyDaze Flutterby Ms. Sparrow Phayne Baconhands

Azaria wished she wore a hood; the prejudice against elves of all sorts was evident throughout their journey to the monastery. And there were six elves in their party. Six elves, a half-horse, whatever Trileon was, a shapeshifter, a half dwarf, and whatever the cat was, because it was not a regular cat. And Crow, with his swirly purple marks she had glimpsed when he and Pyrrhus were together outside. She hadn't mentioned it, of course.

Either way, this probably was not a very safe stop.

Upon entering the monastery, they were greeted by the most jolly person in all of Eskaro. "I thought he said smiling was for the crazies," she muttered under her breath, mildy concerned. She dismounted gracefully and handed off her mount to a servant, tucking a few couns into his palm.

And then Stenmann, with his own hellish smile. His words were devoid of any real emotional quality, and she actually felt... bad, for Crow. She glanced at Pyrrhus and, seeing his mortified expression at Feyre's outburst, wanted to facepalm.

"Will the lot of you just shut up," she lamented. "You've all been driving me insane the entire way here."

 

[Goonfire]

The servants outside quietly complied, nodding to those who gave special instructions for the care of their mounts. Those who were threatened with physical violence seemed to hurry to the stables more quickly than those who were addressed kindly.

Indeed, Crow wanted to find the nearest table and crawl under it. He was mortified, seeing an acquaintance argue plainly with his adoptive father. However, an order for some heads to roll never came; Bishop Stenmann merely straightened his posture and continued to look down at Feyre. "No need to chastise her; I understand she shares different sentiments," he started rather calmly, his smile fading before the hail of pointed, icy remarks jabbed into her. "You think you're exempt from the efforts of slavers who care little about the big picture. You take yourself too seriously to graciously accept a word of advice that will ultimately benefit you in the long run and prevent your head from being caved in by... oh, I don't know... several thugs in a dark alley who have not yet been thrown in the dungeon for being agents of chaos. You perceive a wrong, when in fact every official of House Cautura is placing his or her head on a chopping block... just so you may strike another crippling blow against our mutual enemy." After a brief pause, he merely dismissed the mouthy drow with a cold and quiet "That's all." Given the atmosphere in the rotunda virtually threatened to crush Feyre, was being burned at the stake looking like a better alternative yet?

Clearing his throat audibly, the High Inquisitor continued his dialogue those who had honest questions, as though nothing had ever happened. "Now our manpower is spread thin monitoring, deporting, or imprisoning potential spies, but we still have resources to burn. Our alchemy lab is in the research wing, in the southern wing," he directed Meera, gesturing to his left or her right. "Crow or one of the attendants can show you to your destinations of choice."

"Of course," Crow quickly agreed, masking his distress. "This way." With his back turned to Stenmann, he glanced to Pyrrhus with pleading eyes, then to Iolas before receding towards the doorway. "The trick weapon forge is also this way, though it also connects to the school. We consider it more of a laboratory than a traditional forge."

Before he also exited through the doorway behind him, the Bishop turned back. "Oh, and..." He glanced to Nova. "You're right; we really do need to stop meeting under such dire circumstances." Having uttered that cryptic line, he left the party to explore this architectural wonder of Eskaro, second only to Castle Cautura.

"I'm sorry about the headache this stop may have caused," Crow muttered with a sigh. "I just wanted to get us a detailed map and some trick weapons if we wanted them."

SilverFlight mothspit Zazz LazyDaze Flutterby Ms. Sparrow Phayne Baconhands

 

[SilverFlight]

Desrick could only just hide the smile as Azaria snapped at their delinquent members. He thought that he would never be able to relate to her, but he was wrong...
Zazz
Desrick looked up to address the Bishop with a bow as he had learned in the Brynson court.
"We are very grateful for your help Bishop Stenmann. I know that in preventing war, we are aligned. I hope we can continue to count on your support."
He stayed until the others began to file out, catching Crispin by the arm briefly as he walked past. "Don't let Feyre out of your sight." He said in a low voice.
Crispin looked surprised. "Me?" He shot a glance in Feyre's direction.
"I need someone I can trust to be...responsible."
The wood elf gave him a skeptical smile. "If you're looking at me for that, things must be very dire."
"And there you have it." The orc replied with a tone the betrayed strained patience.
Finally Crispin nodded. "All right. I can't imagine how it'll end up if she runs her mouth like that everywhere around here."
Crispin hung back then, shooting Ora an apologetic look. It was for everyone's good.

Before he followed Crow out Desrick went to Nova, his expression was not pleased. After Feyre's uncontrolled outburst, he was not going to take any chances.
"You are taking an escort." He said firmly. "And you are not going to cause any trouble here. Because if you do, you will be hurting us." For emphasis he pointed to Trileon and Pyrrhus, two members who had done nothing but offer help and kindness, and did not deserve the backlash more unwise comments would cause. "I believed Gideon when he said you would be an asset. Don't make him a liar."
mothspit

When the group was released it was all Pyrrhus could do not to run to Crow's side. His hooves suddenly sounded so much louder on the pristine floor. Was he scratching it? He couldn't see. Oh what a disaster. Then of all things, Crow apologized.
"Nono!" Pyrrhus said quickly, "This isn't your fault. I wanted to come to your home. To see how you grew up." He took one more look at the glamourous hall. "It's beautiful. And...very orderly."
"Pyrrhus is right," Desrick added, "I'm supposedly the leader, I should have stopped her. I can only hope your Bishop has as good a sense of humour as he projects."
"Don't worry Crow." Pyrrhus put a gentle hand on his shoulder and gave it a comforting squeeze. The cat he had placed in his saddle bag, with the jacket Crow had bought to replace his ruined one. He would have to find a way to get the hair off it later.
"I'm sure it will be all right...I'm here for you. Whatever happens, we'll sort it together. For now...I want to see where you spent your time! What did you do for fun? Where was your favourite place?"
Even Desrick had to smile at Pyrrhus' demeanor. He was trying for Crow. Wrestling with his own anxiety to come through for the inquisitor.
"I'm interested in seeing the magic lab." Desrick said as they walked. "It might give us a good idea of what we can expect from Evereach agents we are more than likely to encounter."
Goonfire Flutterby Zazz Phayne Ms. Sparrow LazyDaze Baconhands mothspit

 

[Baconhands]

Meera followed Crow and Pyrrhus closely. She knew the centaur was upset, positively distraught in fact, and it would have been a lie to say that this didn't sting the shapeshifter; Pyrrhus had been so kind and energetic and to see him in distress in some way was disheartening.
As the party walked, Meera made sure to take in as much as she could. She overheard Desrick mention a magic lab. Making a mental note to check it out at some point during her stay, Meera's attention was drawn back to the orc when he mentioned Evereach. "You can... say if I'm asking a stupid question but... what is Evereach? I assume its something bad, the bishop said you had a mutual enemy and since you're referring to encounters and agents, well, I can only assume that they are the people that are going to be starting the war. But, I don't know they are. Are they Sumennans? I mean, I have to assume they are, I don't recall any Cyndaran groups of that name. How dangerous are they?"

As she asked she started trawling through her bag, taking out a couple of pouches marked with the names of a couple of herbs. She had a mind to create a couple of simple potions and as she thought about what she could make she spoke once again, "I'll admit: I'm not the most proficient potion maker but I know how to make a couple of things. They're not great: one that'll close a couple of smaller wounds, a pain killer, and a potion that'll make people fall asleep for about a minute or so. I'd like to be useful, if I can. So do any of those sound appealing for... well, any of you? I didn't bring too many vials with me, I wasn't exactly planning on a long-term trip. But I have a few spare. So... if I could be useful, you know. I can spend my time here doing that."
She directed this statement mainly at Desrick, but Meera was open to requests from anyone.

Goonfire Flutterby Zazz Phayne Ms. Sparrow @LazyDaze SilverFlight mothspit

 

[Phayne]

Flutterby mothspit Goonfire SilverFlight LazyDaze Zazz Baconhands Ms. Sparrow

Emerald eye peeking out from the hole he had cut through the sack he resided in, Azael watched as the guards approached the front of their group; the one they called 'Crow' now taking the reigns as 'their voice'. Azael raised one brow, "Crow... who would want to be named after one of those filthy sky dwellers... cawing rats of the sky... the poor boy..I wouldn't be surprised if he got bullied" thought Azael to himself as he watched the interaction unfold.

Eager to hear rather then peek, Azael quickly turned his head to the side, his ear now pressed against the opening as he strained to hear the words being exchanged; eyes widening in shock as Crow's words implied he held importance to the city of Eskaro before his brows furrowed and he glared ahead of himself when the guard mentioned the inspection soon after. His efforts would be for naught now, the inspection more than likely about to expose his presence here among the group. A cat being among the traveling group was by no means a big shock, it was more the fact that he had lost 'the surprise factor'. With his presence revealed, it was far likelier that someone would have their eyes on him and if that were the case, he wasn't 'as free' to move around and loot as he pleased. God forbid they try to leave him here as well.

Step by step and with each clank of the guards armor; Azael could feel their presence and ultimately his discovery coming nearer and nearer; the feline form now curled up among his make shift padding inside the sack. Discovery was a given, whether he decided to leap out the sack himself or merely wait for the bag to be opened. Nothing he could do would change that fact now; unless one of his potato's could magically turn him invisible. He doubted that though. It was simply a lose lose situation he now found himself in. Thus If he was to be discovered, then there was only one thing he could really do; he'd continue to play the part of a simple cat after all there was no need to take the 'wool off their eyes' just yet.

Light rushed forward into the exposed domain belonging to Azael; the accompanying heat of the golden ray landing upon his back in full force as he pretended to be in deep slumber; not even stirring when the guard questioned his presence here. That of course was a defence far too unprepared for the sudden attack from Pyrrhus, his ear twitching in annoyance when the centaur called him 'Sir Paddy Paw's". The resulting chuckle from the guard did not help either; the man had signed his death warrant with that mistake. With a somewhat disgruntled 'meow' Azael was soon picked up by the Centaur, Azaels slit like eyes staring into the centaurs. If looks could really kill right now... then Azael's look would have. Marillene was one thing and he could forgive her for that, however he didn't need another especially a full grown adult person spreading this emasculating name around.

'A time.. and a place.. that day will come soon'. Azael told himself inwardly, as he listened in on Pyrrhus and Crow's discussion about Marillene. A letter would be nice.. even Azael would hate to think what kind of state she must be in considering his sudden disappearance. As if to add his own say on the matter; Azael meowed in agreement. The sooner she knew the truth of his disappearance, the quicker this lingering feeling of guilt would dissipate. Satisfied that the issue would be resolved, he quickly glanced either side of himself to peer at the rest of their group; his eyes falling upon several particular objects belonging to certain members as the guards continued with their inspection. A faint smirk appearing across Azael's furry face; he really did hit the jackpot with these people.

Alas the time to take what would soon be his was not now; regardless of the obvious reasons as to why he couldn't just take what he liked at this particular moment, Azael found himself restrained by the centaur, his movements cut off by the grip around his body. Sure he had his ways of forcing his way free.. but that would simply ruin the bigger picture. Reluctantly, Azael admitted his defeat in this matter and begrudgingly allowed himself to be carried. The feeling of shame and humiliation soon took hold as Pyrrhus made his way over to Iolas. Azael had his suspicions about the high elf; the way he seemed to keep his general distance from him at all times; though back in Gideon's mansion he didn't really care for it. If anything it had made it far easier to do as he pleased. His suspicions however were soon confirmed.

'Yes. Thats right. A cat. That is all I am... continue to believe that' Azael's thoughts mused, his eyes flickering between Pyrrhus and the obviously uncomfortable elf. Azael took note of Iolas's discomfort, this information potentially coming in handy at some point; both for the sake of his own amusement as well as potentially meaning the difference between a successful heist and a failed one. That being said, Azael had to wonder what the elf's reaction would be if he were to find an obligatory furball in his food or perhaps he'd commandeer the high elf's bed as his own. Mark his territory by covering the sheets in his fur if needed. Azael laughed inwardly, eyes now fixed onto Iolas. If the high elf were to make eye contact with him now, he'd be sure to see the face of the devil himself reflected in his emerald eyes; the potential for torment that he could dish out seemingly endless right now.

That being said and perhaps a mere coincidence; what caught his ears next was anything but amusing. Quickly Azael glanced towards the direction of Nova, the dagger she held in one hand accompanied by her drow fanged smile said she meant business; at least to the one who was currently being referred to as food and current circumstances may have supported her view. Again laughing to himself, this time masking his discomfort to the thought she had placed in his head, Azael had to wonder if this dangerous woman was aware of the game 'scissors-paper-stones'. Currently he was the paper and she the scissor.. but given the circumstances, Azael could just as easily shift into the stone and crush the sharp tongued vixen. He'd sooner be the devourer rather than the devoured. Unsure if she would notice, Azael managed to squeeze one arm free; holding it outwards from where he was being held and revealing a set of his own personal finger daggers out for her to see; the accompanied hiss soon following suit.

It wasn't long before they were finally free of the guards relentless inspection and left to wander the city of Eskaro; Crow taking the lead as they were led through the winding streets and towards their destined location. From his vantage point within the arms of Pyrrhus, Azael had taken note of the deadpan faces of the local citizens; their straight faced expressions giving off a rather depressing vibe. Crow ultimately revealed the reasons for such a bleak first impressions that the citizens had given off; Azael inwardly agreeing to himself that he did smile for atleast two of the three reasons Crow had stated; ironically a grin appearing between his whiskers. The grin however was premature and would not last as they neared their destination.

Awaiting their arrival; Knights stood resolute and despite their blades remaining sheated one could not deny that they were any less intimidating without them. Beyond these stoic guards the attendants, messengers and maids scurried about with their duties and among them a single man garbed in red and white robes had approached; welcoming their party to the city of Eskaro whilst informing them of the need to dismount. If only Azael could dismount his precarious position in Pyrrhus's grasp; a simple glance upwards to the underside of his chin confirming that this would not occur anytime soon. Pyrrhus wasn't even paying attention to him at this point perhaps caught up in everything that was going on. Azael sighed, not enjoying his restricted freedom.

With the party now dismounting; Azael could only observe the others. Some more bothered than others by the welcoming. The blue haired Cyndaran whom he had learnt was called Feyre was particularly verbal about her horse's care; the cold seriousness hidden behind her sing-song voice not lost on Azael. She was definetily a predator; though one completely different to Nu'ovis. This was apparent in the way she had dismounted her own horse, the little to no fuss despite her rather snarky attitude. Honestly, Azael was more surprised that Nu'ovis was not the one to silently threaten one of the servants. What did surprise him however was the vastly different personality of Trileon, the one who spent a lot of her time with Nu'ovis. Her politeness was clearly far more welcomed, considering the expression of the Servant who had attended to her. Aside from this trio, the majority of the party went along with the mans instruction with little to no fuss; Azaria, Ora, Meera, Iolas, Desrick seemingly content with the necessity of the task.

Once everyone with the exception of Azael was on foot; they were led into the inner sanctum of the Monastery. Instantly Azael's jaw dropped whilst his eyes seemingly sparkled in response to the wonders of the Monastery. From the golden Sun mosaic to the bronze statues adorning each alcove; Azael's eyes could not rest on one thing. Each step that Pyrrhus carried him further inside only helped to nurture the inner greed of Azael, the desire to pilfer each statue for his own collection growing steadily. So entranced by the expensive works of art on display, Azael did not even register the man standing upon the balcony; a man whose mere presence had quickly attracted the attention of everyone else; for good or bad. Clearly there was some pre-established relationship at work here; not that that bothered Azael. With their eyes fixated on the same thing, no one would notice if Azael were to get up to his usual antics.. or so he had wished. There was only one problem to that and that problem was currently holding him prisoner. For the second time in short succession, Azael sighed.

Lamenting his poor luck at this moment, Azael forced himself to turn his attention to the Bishop presently looking down on them. There was no point in torturing himself by continuing to look at all the goodies within arms reach. Merely using the Bishop as a means to distract himself, Azael hadn't really registered the man's speech in its entirety; though considering what happened next it was highly likely that it was not 'good news'. As it had been outside, Feyre had been the first to speak up; the displeasure in her voice and the words she spoke resonating with the captive feline, who quickly fixed his gaze upon her.

'Yes... I completely understand Mrs Feyre.. nobody enjoys being restrained..' Azael spoke inwardly, his head bobbing up and down in a nod. "...to be held captive as if on the end of a leash. What an atrocity it is to have ones freedom robbed... do not fret.. I understand completely' Azael peered upward at Pyrrhus again, his captor and freedom robber.Admittedly the current expression the centaur currently held on his face was priceless. Clearly, Azael had missed something as Desrick was quick to intervene with Feyre's outburst. The others -most of them- seemed to share this as their faces contorted into a myriad of expressions. Ora looked pissed, Meera frustrated and Azaria clearly had enough of this. Then you had Iolas and Nu'ovis; the latter unsurprisingly siding with Feyre whilst the former simply took this in stride; laughing it off.

Blind to the bigger picture at play here, Azael could not see why Feyre was in the wrong. Like her, he too did not enjoy the idea of having a babysitter or in his case, captor accompanying him everywhere and restricting his freedom. Despite current appearance, he was not an animal to be locked up or leashed as Feyre had put it. He was a free spirit, placed on this earth to do as he so pleased. To be robbed of that.. well, it was not a pleasant feeling and to voice his point without actually speaking, Azael began to wriggle in discomfort, a few higher pitched meows escaping his mouth as he glared upwards.

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

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Feyre Yinnelis

Feyre stopped her intense staring of the waterfall closest to her as Nova spoke up with her own fair amount of snark, Feyre glanced at her just as she added on to her original sarcastic comment, unable to help herself, Feyre's lips tilted up wryly just the slightest, almost non-existent, her gaze regarded Nova with something of bemusement and respect, perhaps even appreciation shining in her dull blue orbs. It was a breath of fresh relief compared to the angry gazes that had honed in on her for her smart mouth. She liked this woman more and more. The comment subdued her growing flames, as well as relive some of the growing pressure on her shoulders. Even Iolas was a small bit of relief, glancing back at him as he seemed to laugh the situation off, her expression unreadable, which might've been the kindest look she'd ever given the high elf. Azaria rather bluntly told them to shut it, to which Feyre returned with a slightly annoyed expression, not really seeing how that helped any of the already dire mess she herself had gotten them into, though it made the orc cheer up a bit so she supposed that was something. Everyone else for the most part had thanked the Bishop or remained silent, only after shooting her angry glances, naturally.

Speaking of the Bishop... he looked at her calmly, coldly. It was almost condescending in a sense. Feyre kept her features blank, cold and removed as he spoke to her, his tone harsh, yet if she was affected by his words, it didn’t at all seem to show. In truth, she was trying to hold back any further snarky comments, while evaluating him all with a cool stare. She stared when he addressed Meera’s question, and stared when he turned to leave, her features still blank and cool even as he cryptically and mysteriously responded to Nova’s previous statement. Feyre stared after him even when he was long since gone, and the group had begun to leave, with Crow leading the way, her gaze contemplative and calculating.

Who was the Bishop, really? Did he know of her at all really, and if so, how much did he know? Surely Gideon wouldn’t have mentioned any personal information to him...she hoped. Or perhaps he didn’t know of her at all, knowing simply that she worked for Gideon and assuming what she did. The doubt in her mind was frustrating.

The orc and the wood elf talked a fair distance away, and she pretended not to notice the wood elf’s brief glance in her direction, her thoughts far too occupied, but was aware enough of her surroundings to overhear Crispin was to watch her. This was an inconvenience to say the least, and the orc moved on to Nova just after that, stating firmly she was to be followed around just as well. But for now, she’d dwell on it later. For now, she decided she’d collect more information on the Bishop without overstepping boundaries or arousing suspicion. While she knew the Bishop had his reasons for assisting them, she found his cold, unsettling gaze... untrustworthy.

Feyre stood in her place silently, waiting for everyone else to leave a fair distance away before she departed to explore herself. While she waited, she allowed her gaze to rove of the scenery the second time, with a more assessing gaze, deep in thought. Wealth was often a show of power, and if anything was to be said in regards to the monastery, it’s rich display was defintely a show of it. The Bishop’s reach and grasp was powerful, and he wasn’t afraid to show it either. His reaction to her words displayed cold and cunning, feeling the need to undermine her, suggesting he liked to be in control and he likely commanded with an iron fist. Feyre thought if anything, the Bishop was not to be undermined any more than Lassard was and had a suspicion he was much more underhanded than some took him for. She silently chastised herself. She should’ve inquired more about the Bishop when Gideon spoke of him.

Her attention was drawn briefly to the cat that had snuck it’s way into the groups journey, it’s high pitched meows evident as it tried to worm its way free from the arms of its captors. She gave it a slight pitiful gaze, frowning slightly at the sight of it. Her love for small animals was compelling her to grab it, but she didn’t want to cause any more trouble between her and the group so she let it be, resuming her evaluation of her surroundings.

Finally, Feyre turned her assessing gaze away from the grandiose sights of the monastery and at Nova, the corner of her lips lifting in mild amusement, “it seems we are to be babysat now,” she said amusedly to the woman before turning to Crispin with a still slightly bemused look.

“You can skip the lecture, and the furrowed brows,” she lamented, pointing to her forehead and demonstrating with her own brows, “I get it, I get, alright?” She said, slightly exasperated, “ ‘I shouldn’t have said it’, right?” she imitated no one in particular, her lips quirking a bit in a small, amused smile that didn’t at all match her slightly guilty gaze. “You all hate me now for it and alllllll is finally right in the world,” she said airily with a casualness to her, turning her back to him to watch the others walk off as if she wasn’t bothered at all by anything that had occurred...which she wasn’t. Right? I mean, she hadn’t come along to make friends.

“Well,” She said dryly, “I suppose we’ll explore then, if your ordered to follow me around like a lost puppy, than we have nothing better to do.” With that, she started for the doors they’d came from, walking at an even-pace to avoid catching up to the rest of the group as she let her eyes wander and drink in the new sights.

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[Flutterby]

Ora found herself staring at the floor at the Bishop's feet. She had been looking at the Bishop, to avoid further stoking the flames, but as he turned to addressing Feyre, she couldn't keep her eyes there. This man had authority, and knew it. Not unlike Lassard, or the nobles of Dwerstand- it felt the same to her. In that moment, she found herself wishing for a different kind of holy place, remembering the temple of Delan.
At last, the Bishop addressed the group again, and then left them with Crow to explore. Crow seemed somewhere between distress and mortification, and Ora gave a small shake of her head at his apology. She had a hard time shaking the presence of the Bishop, first watching the conversation bounce back and forth, and then staring at the mewling cat for a moment.
"Maybe we should leave the cat here," She murmured, thinking out loud about how that noise would be.. extremely unhelpful in Dwerstand.
Phayne mothspit Zazz LazyDaze Baconhands Goonfire

It was a topic for another time, though, so Ora didn't push it. She started to follow the others, toward the trick weapon forge, but realized she was missing a familiar presence.

Ora stopped at the entrance of the hallway to look back for Crispin. She found him hanging back, waiting to watch Feyre as Desrick asked.
Ora waited until she had finished talking (and begun to leave) before speaking to her back.
"Feyre, I am truly glad, to have one of Gideon's best with us- it is obvious how highly he thinks of you. If he thinks you're right for this job, then I trust him. He wants you on this. But alienating allies will make it impossible to stop Lassard. So if this isn't the kind of mission you want to be on.. we just need you to be upfront about it."
There was a flash of something like sadness across her face, or maybe between worry and disappointment. Ora blinked it away, and her eyes shifted between Feyre and Crispin. She settled on Feyre again.
"Crispin is new in town, so if you decide to ditch him, please do it somewhere relatively safe. Desrick will kill me if he goes missing in Sumenna."
Her eyes switched back to Crispin. "I'll be in the forge. Find me later."
With that, Ora turned to leave.
Ms. Sparrow SilverFlight

 

[LazyDaze]

Azaria snapping at the end was the exclamation point this situation called for. Actually, one could say any other ending to this joke of a first impression would be criminal. Iolas stifled laughter as the entire situation was quite amusing aside from the embarrassment of two of his closer friends. Hearing the Bishop speak made Iolas nearly blurt out his thoughts on whether he was really Crow's father or not. Such a condescending tone...not that it wasn't well deserved. Iolas followed Crow after things had more or less settled down, easily seeing the dismay on his eyes. He left speeches and regret to Crow, Pyrrhus and their unofficial leader that was definitely the leader while he whistled innocently as if he wasn't even there. Nothing he could say would make the situation better, but in the grand scheme of things Iolas felt that it wasn't too big of a deal when they were nearly bloodied and battered a few weeks ago. Pyrrhus had completely flipped a switch to turn the situation into a positive light. Iolas had seen it many times but it was amazing if not bipolar. However, Iolas' pleasant mood was compromised when he saw him place the cat in the satchel. He instinctively placed a hand on his blade and then released it just as quickly after a sigh. (Stay calm Iolas...you will have many opportunities in the near future.)

That was when Meera once again attacked the group with a flurry of questions. He had nearly forgot that she was here since he was busy looking at the dynamic before him. Iolas was far too lazy to explain what he considered common knowledge and even if it was not common knowledge he only had it in him to answer one. "Hmmm, Evereach is as dangerous as Feyre in social gatherings, so you can just imagine what we are up against," Iolas said in an exaggerated tone.

When Meera began to talk about the potions Iolas rubbed his chin and then smiled. "How effective do you think a permenant err, I mean regular sleep potion would be on cats?"

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[Zazz]

Azaria wandered the room once the Bishop took his leave, eyeing the high ceilings and immaculate walls. Definitely a display of wealth and power. The Bishop struck her as a pompous bastard with a purpose; a cunning man, not unlike Lassard himself. Perhaps when Lassard was dead and Everreach had crumbled, she would see to it that every major house head succumbed to despair. Perhaps that was what was needed. Or perhaps it would merely make room for others to fulfill their greed.

The assassin patted Desrick's arm before heading off after Crow and the group. She walked alongside Iolas, despite having avoided the group for most of the journey. She snorted at his obvious distaste for the cat-thing. Of Meera, she asked curiously, "Do shapeshifters have a way of telling their own apart?" She kept her face neutral, hoping the cat was indeed listening.

 

[Zazz]

Lohrithe stood by the orc while the group destroyed their own first impression. He couldn't deny that elves of seemingly all walks of life were rather unpleasant to come across. No wonder the people of Eskaro disliked them. If he were honest, his people weren't much different, keeping to themselves and distrusting outsiders.

The Bishop could very well handle himself and his pride, though Lohrithe found interest in the way he addressed Nova, the half-drow. There were three half-drow elves, which was an interesting statistic, considering his people's habit of shunning the outside world. Perhaps there were other, more outgoing settlements in Cyndara. Nevertheless, it was strange to him.

Lohrithe looked puzzled at Desrick's request to see the magic room. "I didn't know you dabbled in magic," he said. "I wonder what the market is like. Perhaps one of the Bishop's people might show us."

 

[SilverFlight]

Crispin, though not impressed by Feyre's attitude, didn't seem as wholly outraged as the others. He bore her jabs with a raised eyebrow.
"You make a lot of assumptions." He observed lightly.
Ora had come up beside Crispin before they moved off. He listened to her words with a mix of expressions, that ranged from surprised, to mildly offended to playfully-hurt.
"I'm not sure whether to be more wounded by the fact that you think they can lose me, or the fact that you just implied that my brother would be more worried about my disappearance than you would."
She told him to meet her later. "Fine." He said airily, and when she was walking away he called after her: "I hope your forge skills can mend injured feelings!"
Flutterby mothspit Ms. Sparrow

Pyrrhus felt the cat struggle, and was a little at odds with what to do. He didn't want to lose the animal, on behalf of Marillene, but it was cruel to keep it penned up when it was clearly used to caring for itself.
At Ora's comment Pyrrhus reluctantly allowed the cat to go free, setting it on a wall where it could easily go wherever it wished.
"I suppose it is a bit unrealistic to try and take him everywhere we go...oh I hope Marillene won't be too upset if we can't find him again." He gave the creature a gentle scratch under the chin. "You look after yourself now, stay away from dogs, and don't eat anything strange."
He watched the animal for a while before turning to catch up with his friends.
"Iolas, what on Bryn made you dislike cats so?" Pyrrhus had never known someone so adverse to any sort of animal before.
Flutterby Phayne LazyDaze

Desrick considered Meera as she listed the potions she could make.
"It sounds like you're off to a good start. I'm not bad at herbal healing myself. I'm sure we could work together." Desrick told her of the marvelous discovery they had made back at Gideon's estate, that the plants in Cyndara and Sumenna were actually the same.
"So if anything looks like something you'd find in Cyndara, likely it does the same thing in a potion."
Lohr came up beside them and Desrick gave him a warm smile.
"I am very interested in magic when it's going to be pointed at me." He replied, "but the market does sound like a good idea. Meera and I can hunt for more herbs, and I am sure there are local artisans that would interest you Lohr. Perhaps we should go there first."
Zazz Baconhands

 

[Goonfire]

“I’m going to pretend I heard nothing about poisoning cats,” Crow sighed, shooting Sir Paddy Paws a suspicious glance every now and then. “So, we keep the anatomy lab farthest back, because the odor is lethal some days; we do have preserved humanoid organs in there, which we diagram for medical textbooks. The findings here account for two thirds of Eskaro’s scientific breakthroughs.” He led the detachment along the corridor as he spoke.

“But I think you’d be more interested in this.” Crow raised his arm to point into a large room full of books and replenishing stones, with chalk lines drawn on the floor. “This is the magic lab. Here, casters work on adapting their magic to fit various purposes. Any magic knowledge we gain from abroad gets applied here. Sadly, though, it’s the least productive of our labs because we don’t have Cyndaran visitors very often... and Evereach hides their trade secrets quite well, so most of our recent knowledge was skimmed from a few agents we arrested around the time I was sent to Brynson.”

Speaking of Evereach, Meera had a valid question... though the inquisitor hesitated to share the full details with her, as she had no apparent allegiance to Gideon. “Think of House Evereach as a thorn in the world’s side, causing irritation and pain for all people. Their elite are irredeemable; tainted and ruined beyond salvation.” He quickly cleared his throat, sensing a spiteful tirade brewing, and then continued with the tour.

“Directly across the hall here is our alchemy lab. Most of our work in recent months has been devoted to researching poisons and explosive compounds so we can face more threats with greater knowledge of their methods... or simply dabble in adhesives and cat hair removal products.” Crow gestured to the myriad bottles and trays of ingredients lining the tabletops. As mentioned, one table also held several fabric or parchment strips coated in sticky substances, some of which held together broken trinkets. A black shirt covered in loose animal hair was also present, though a few strips of said hair had been lifted off the fabric by a piece of this advesive paper. Another unique feature of the alchemy lab was a door leading to a courtyard. Inspection of that would yield a peculiar discovery: metal and stone barriers in front of a patch of earth with areas of scorched grass... if there was any grass at all.

The last noteworthy feature of this wing was a staircase leading to a second floor. “The trick weapon forge is upstairs; expect to see various prototype locking mechanisms for unique weaponry. I would call it our second most productive lab, though some may argue the anatomy lab holds that distinction. I think you would love the paladin daggers, Az; their handles house a second tiny dagger.” Concluding the long-winded tour with a light sigh, Crow leaned toward Pyrrhus with a slight smirk. “Something tells me you would love both the market district and the studio wing, eishar,” he muttered sweetly. “I learned a lot about crafts between those two places.”

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[Baconhands]

Answers and questions for Meera were apparently abundant, and she didn't know where to begin.
She was unsure whether Iolas was joking or not and figured to answer him somewhat seriously just in case he wasn't. "I've never really tested too many potions on animals. I can't see any reason why it wouldn't have a similar effect on our feline friend than on a human, if not for longer." After a moment, she put away her the herb pouches she had on her and offered the high elf a small glass vial containing a thin, translucent liquid that had barely a hint of blue colour to it. "It would be a lie to say I'm not curious about what would happen," she admitted reluctantly. "At most you would only really want use a little bit though, just in case something were to go wrong."
At Az's question, Meera thought for a moment, "There are subtle differences. Certain tells, to be sure. If you'd like, we can give him the sleep potion and I could quickly examine him.
Phayne LazyDaze Zazz

The shapeshifter had a hard time believing that the plants in Cyndara and Sumenna were the same; they weren't entirely dissimilar, she granted the orc, but there were surely subtle differences. She rationalised if it were the case then Desrick would be able to show her later on in the lab, especially since he had offered to work together. That and a trip to the market place made a smile come to Meera's face; new herbs, trading opportunities, and a chance to make potions and learn how to make new concoctions from somebody who apparently had some experience on the field. Perhaps this trip had not gone as badly as she had thought.
"I'm certain we will make a most excellent team. The market would be a good stop. Connections can be set up for the Troupe should any of my siblings wish to range this far from home. Though I imagine they wouldn't be able to justify it. Unless the prices are good. Or maybe if there are some rarer plants. Or potions for that matter. I didn't bring many tools for potion making; perhaps we could get a few while we're there? A few more vials wouldn't go amiss either." She paused and looked at Desrick with determination in her eyes, "We should make a list before we go."
SilverFlight

House Evereach was explained to the shapeshifter but at the same time, the answers didn't really clarify in too much detail who they were. A House sure, but their motivations weren't touched upon, nor were their reach or specialisations. Meera decided not to press them much further. Whatever complex reasons and politics were involved could be saved for later, perhaps while she and Desrick were working on potions.
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[LazyDaze]

Iolas quickly noticed Azaria's presence during the tour that Crow was so kind to give them although he was ignoring their antics at this point. He was certain she wasn't trying to sneak up on him, but it still took him by surprise. Especially since she has been a loner for most of the trip. He noticed her disgruntled attitude towards him when he was discussing the cat which earned her a raised eyebrow from Iolas. "What are you grumpy about...don't tell me," Iolas said with a smile, giving her a slight nudge as he implicated her possible love for cats and/or tiny furry animals. To be honest, Iolas thought he had been hiding his disdain quite well. Furthermore, he couldn't imagine why anyone would like cats anyway. He had to place that thought on hold when Meera began to speak of the potion.
Iolas listened to Meera's explanation with a full heart and open ears. It sounded promising, very promising.

(Good...very good....Since she has not yet experimented on animals she would not be wary of any consequences, or accidents.)

He continued to listen as she freely divulged information. She was curiously open to the idea, but Iolas had no reason to delve into that...or the fact that some traveling circus had a need for crafting potions. Sleep potions for that matter. He broke out of his thoughts when she instructed him to only pour a little bit. He smacked his forehead and laughed.

"Oh my, and here I thought I would use the whole vial,"

Iolas said honestly, playing it off as a sarcastic joke.

"Thank you for the vial and the lesson. I will take good care of it."


That was when Pyrrhus took his turn to chime in on cat related matters. Iolas in turn scratched his chin as he furrowed his brows as if pondering something heavily. It had been awhile since the day he developed his disdain for cats. "Pyrrhus, I would love to tell you friend, but that is between me, the cat, and Noble Reav's wife...ugh thinking about that dinner party is akin to the slowest death possible..." Iolas trailed off as he turned his attention back to Azaria who appeared to be questioning the cat after all. He leaned in as well to enter the conversation. Meera was quick to answer her question. Honestly, Iolas had already forgotten she was a shape shifter since he was preoccupied with man other things. He looked at Azaria with a playful smile while holding up the vial as if to agree with Meera's plan to drug to cat as they continued the tour de Eskaro.

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[mothspit]

Nova was slightly taken aback at Desricks authoritative tone, and when he pointed to Trileon, she faltered, her expression hardening. She looked back to the orc staring her down. For a brief moment, the way he spoke reminded her of her father. Always chastising. Fair enough, this was important, but Nova was never know to take criticism well, even when it mattered. Somewhere deep down, some.. insecurities started bubbling up. It didn't help the Bishop opened his mouth a second time, leaving her with some cryptic allurement akin to a threat. And unfortunately for Desrick, he was about to see those insecurities firsthand.

"Listen here," She hissed through clenched teeth, her volume drastically lowering until he was the only one that could hear her, "If I take an escort, it's to placate that old crone, not because of you. But you could stand to be a little nicer to me-- Frankly, you all need me more than I need you."
Whether or not she actually meant those words, it wasn't clear. There was.. a small twinge of regret that flashed across her face, as if she just realized the harshness of her words. Exasperated, she scoffed to herself, stepping away from the orc with a twirl of her cape. She met Feyre's appreciative gaze across the room and took it in stride, putting on a stoic yet charming facade.

Somewhere behind Nova, Trileon watched on with a frown. Things were dangerous enough, the last thing everyone needed was to start tearing each other apart at the throat. Though, at this rate, Trileon wouldn't be surprised if they killed each other before ever reaching the bell. The two women followed the rest of the group, listening to what each and every one of them had to say. Trileon's head perked up slightly when Crow mentioned the alchemy lab-- The knowledge of Sumennan practices would be incredibly useful back home, whenever it's time to go back. Similarly, Nova seemed highly interested in the forge. There was probably some really cool pointy things there, something Nova was determined to get her hands on. What with these aristocrat types being filthy rich and all.

"Crow, this lab.. There are books, yes?" Trileon asked hesitantly, a meek undertone of excitement to her voice, "I think, with my knowledge of healing, and the knowledge of your people, I might be able to make something to.. help us in our quest."

Nova piped up next with a raise of her hand, "How 'bout that forge? They'd be cool with me tinkerin' around?"

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[Phayne]

Flutterby mothspit Goonfire SilverFlight LazyDaze Zazz Baconhands Ms. Sparrow

It seemed his performance had worked, Pyrrhus quickly taking note of the 'discomfort' that Azael portrayed and placing him upon a nearby wall before leaving him with a much appreciated chin rub. Free at last and able to roam the hallowed grounds of the Monastery, Azael methodically began to form a plan of action; the thief spoilt for choice in this treasure trove of halls. What wonders could he acquire here? What antiquities could he add to his collection? Like a kid in a candy store, Azael did not know where to begin... though that welcomed problem was quickly overshadowed.

Azael's ears twitched as he overheard the various conversations pertaining to him; Azaria's question about shapeshifters. That alone was cause for worry however it was Iolas's question regarding the effectiveness of potions on felines that became the more pressing concern at the moment. The bona fide cat hater was taking things to the extreme now, the sudden escalation to using potions once that came unexpectedly. What dark and sordid past must he have had to have even brought such an idea to the fore of his mind? Azael shook his head once, brushing the thought aside in favor of a preemptive course of action. Two individuals could play this game and if Iolas wanted to dabble in poison, so too could the feline whose sticky fingers could surely snag a vial or two under the unsuspecting nose of a potion brewer and unlike Iolas, Azael did have the element of surprise up his sleeve.

That being said, Azael highly doubted that the high elf would go through with it.. let alone have someone aide him in his psychotic endeavours. Surely it was simply dark humor on his part.. it had to be.. right? Wishful thinking. Alas, the truth often strikes deep; slicing through foolish thoughts like knife through butter and without so much as a sliver of hesitation on Meera's part, the newest arrival had handed over a vial to the high elf. That alone would have been bad enough.. but god forbid she stop there. Without so much as even considering the consequences she had turned her attention towards Azaria; giving her the answer that Azael did not want to hear. Surely that should have been the end of it, surely there was no other possible way for her to stab him in the back... to toss him into the lions den... surely.. there was no further misfortune that she could wreak upon Azael... the foolish cat..proven wrong by the ultimate betrayal.

The traitor.

Did she really just encourage the use of a sleep potion? Did she really just offer to sell him out to these elves? What happened to Shapeshifters having to stick together?!

Betrayed by his own kind, Azael turned to examine the others for signs of danger. Everyone was a threat right now, the suspicious eyes of Azaria.. the paranoia of Iolas... Nova's appetite and Meera's lack of sympathy for her own kind... even Crow gave him weird looks every now and then. Iolas's joke about the use of the full vial had drawn Azael's attention back to the immediate problem at paw. This elf needed to be eliminated, no doubt about that. His distaste for cats was surely an obstacle in Azael's goal of attaining the Dragon Bell.

That however would have to wait. This was neither the time nor the place for Azael to act. Outnumbered and outmatched in nearly every way feasible; he'd have to use the element of surprise to his advantage. Perhaps something in the alchemy lab would aide him in this. Fight poison with poison.

Seeing his 'enemies' presently distracted among themselves, Azael took the initiative and soundlessly leapt off his perch upon the wall, his nimble frame darting between the legs of everyone else as he made his way into the lab. First come, first serve.

 

[Goonfire]

Crow’s eyes darted around, leading him to raise an eyebrow. “While you were discussing what to do with the cat, he wandered off again,” he pointed out flatly. “While you think of what to do about that, I’ll tell you this much: we have tons of books in the alchemy lab. Several volumes are dedicated to what... well, doesn’t work. Records of the most catastrophic failures are filed in the archives, locked away and requiring my father’s permission to view. The forge is also considered a lab; don’t interfere with the other inquisitors’ projects there, and they’ll let you experiment infinitely.”

Given he was one of the few who appeared human, Crow acquiesced, volunteering to ‘chaperone’ those visiting the marketplace. “Alright, I’ll lead the way out there when you’re ready,” he offered, trying to mask a brief, nervous glance towards Nova. He hated that they couldn’t roam freely, and that so many didn’t take that well. “Then after that, we rest up and tackle our mark tomorrow: Dwerstand...”
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[SilverFlight]

Pyrrhus had marveled at all Crow had to show them, but it was evident the thing that made him happiest was being beside the inquisitor for the duration.

The market was bustling, and filled with the most intriguing items. Desrick was quick to show Meera what the herbs they needed looked like under the Sumennan sun. He told her to get what she needed, he had the coin to pay for it.
While Meera was busy buying herbs Desrick came back to Lohr, a soft expression on his square face. "Do you see anything that catches your eye?"
Baconhands Zazz

As Pyrrhus stood by Crow, watching his friends he couldn't help but think back to the Bishop.
"I am assuming, regarding your family here...it would be better not to tell them of me."
This had evidently been on the centaur's mind a great deal and he sidled uneasily as he spoke.
"It seems most practical. Perhaps beginning that particular discussion is not the best before we start a dangerous mission in Dwerstand..."
Goonfire

It was not until Crispin was sure that Feyre and her new friend Nova were back within the compound walls that he decided it was safe enough to go and find Ora.
The trick forge was a fascinating thing. He wondered at all the incredible things his dwarven lady fair could make with it.
"You call, and I answer." Crispin gave a bow at the door, one of his signature lopsided grins on his freckled face.
Flutterby mothspit ((If Nova wanted to see the forge too))

LazyDaze Ms. Sparrow

 

[Baconhands]

When the cat escaped, suspicion became the prominent thought in Meera's mind. In fact, Sir Paddy Paws was acting far too... intelligently, to be anything except for a shapeshifter. Unless Sumenna had especially clever cats; this was possible also. Cats that responded to whole sentences, though? Was this entirely out of the realm of possibility? Meera wasn't too certain; her level of suspicion was high but not high enough to want to disturb the cat much further - Iolas already seemed quite determined to do that.

The group went to the market place, and the shapeshifter made sure to stick near Desrick, who explained to her what sort of herbs she was supposed to be looking for to make her potions, and which ones he needed as well. She was still sort of sceptical about the plants being the same, but she knew there was no point in arguing against it. It was very much apparent that a lot of plants had similar properties to ones back home, and she was slowly being convinced that maybe the orc was correct. She didn't know whether to feel excited, confused, or disturbed.

Soon enough, she was unleashed onto the market, and purchased probably far too many things. It was all a bit of a blur, as she practically bounded between stalls, sampling the various fruits and vegetables on display. She bought at least a dozen more vials, at least nine red apples (she wasn't certain how many she'd eaten), a few dozen pounds of herbs of all different sorts (including but not limited to the ones she was told to get), and a necklace with an amulet of the sun on it that she thought would look wonderful on her sister.

She returned to Desrick, her suede bag full, and other bags at her sides almost brimming with her purchases, a broad smile on her face.
"When do we get started?"
SilverFlight

 

[Flutterby]

Ora's face flashed red and she lowered her eyes. She missed the playful aspect of Crispin's offense, and felt a deep, bubbling shame at hurting his feelings. How could you speak so recklessly? You don't deserve to be happy if you can't be considerate.
Ora visibly flinched. She hadn't heard that voice of nagging self-doubt so clearly in a while.
With a disquieted look on her face, Ora turned to go to the forge, even though she no longer felt like she deserved to have fun.
*~*~*
The trick forge did a lot to improve her mood, and her opinion of herself. When she asked questions, as quietly and gently as possible, the inquisitors seemed impressed. Some answered more readily than others, but she didn't mind the vagueness. These were inventors, geniuses- she couldn't expect them to share all of the secrets.
She knew she didn't have time to start her own project, not since they were leaving so soon, but she watched and assisted the inquisitors with their projects. By the time Crispin came to find her, she had been gifted two things: a strange device to help with sharpening swords while traveling, and a hairpiece that hid a tiny blade meant to be laced with poison. The hairpiece itself was more ornate than she would wear daily, so Ora tucked both away in her pack.

The dwarf was speaking quietly to someone about a specific type of ore- for all of the amazing ideas in the room, there wasn't nearly enough knowledge of uncommon materials- when Crispin appeared. When she saw him, her ears darkened and her face tightened.
Quickly, she excused herself and hurried over. The forge was a loud place, so she stood close to speak to him.
"I-I didn't think you'd come, after-" Ora swallowed, "well, after what I said. I really didn't mean to be so thoughtless, I didn't at all mean that I wouldn't mind if you went missing. Honestly, really, I was just trying to lighten things with Feyre because of Gideon- I mean, he wouldn't have sent her if he didn't think it was a good idea- and I don't want to not get along with someone he cares for so- I like Gideon, he's as close to a friend as I have had for many year. I was just joking, but I shouldn't have and I'm sorry." The words came out in a sincere, jumbled torrent, and Ora didn't even try to slow it.
SilverFlight

 

[Zazz]

-featuring Amethyst-

Azaria merely rolled her eyes at Iolas's antics, though the slightest curve at one corner of her mouth betrayed her amusement. That "cat" had better stay hidden. "I don't know, Iolas. That cat can carve a pretty potato. You might have your work cut out for you." Casually, she tossed a potato from a pocket his way.

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At the market, Lohrithe tried his best to aid the orc and the shapeshifter find their herbs and ingredients, but mostly he just got distracted by describing what each plant was called in Cyndara and what they looked like in the dark of night, talking Crow's ear off. He was less quiet than usual, happy to be in a market again, trading.

He did, however, notice the merchants' eyeing him strangely. Perhaps he should have kept his hood up? "Er.. Crow? Why do only some wear jewelry? Does it mean anything to your people?"

Crow was hard at work matching plants' descriptions and Sumennan names. He was enjoying himself, as well. When asked, he leaned closer to Lohr. "The jewelry?" he echoed. "Well, jewelry is usually a sign of wealth or status. In their cases, likely wealth, because clerics' necklaces usually have sun symbols."

Lohrithe nodded, a slight frown in his brow. Wealth, in his home, was not an indicator of status; the concept, however, was becoming a recurring thing in Sumenna. He stopped at a particular stall run by a man who looked, by Sumennan standards, less wealthy. His daughter, Lohr presumed, sat on a stool looking rather pale, as if she were ill. The man sold small fruits in bunches, red and black and dark blue. Lohrithe had no idea what they were. "What are these?" He asked the man.

The older-looking merchant glanced up and jolted slightly. The expression on his face wasn't disgust, fear, or scrutinizing, for a change. "You're not from Sumenna, are you, stranger?" he muttered, his eyes occasionally darting around to scan the path for onlookers. "These are just called blueberries, blackberries, and raspberries," he then explained pointing to the respective bushels.

"Right, they're a local crop," Crow added. "People used to forage for these around the time Eskaro was founded, but eventually made orchards for picking large volumes of them."

The drow nodded at this new information. He found it fascinating, how other cultures thrived. "May I try them?" He glanced at the girl, shivering slightly beneath the blanket she huddled under. "The girl... is she ill?"

"I don't see why not," the intrigued man agreed with a shrug. He then turned back to check the girl. "Well... yes. She's been feverish lately. The apothecaries sell elixirs, but they're so expensive..."

"True; Eskaro does have stringent import laws for potions and medicines," Crow recalled.

With permission, the drow took one of each berry, naming each one as he did. He tasted them as the man and Crow spoke, committing each to his memory. He did quite like the blackberries; some were sweet and some were sour. Remembering something, he suddenly reached into his satchel for something. Out came what looked like a lime green coloured stone. He then looked around for a tool to use, and ended up utilizing his chisel and small hammer. "Hold this still," he told Crow, setting the green stone on the flat surface of the stand. Carefully, Lohrithe tapped at the edge of the stone until a pinch of green powder came loose. He then put away the object and his tools. Sweeping the green dust into his palm, he smushed a blackberry into it, mixing it into a pasty guck. The drow scooped it all onto one finger and wiped it onto another berry, then held it out to the girl, crouching to be level with her. "Here. Eat this. It will help," he said with a kind smile.

The inquisitor seemed a tad perplexed as he held onto the stone. "I'm... not entirely sure what this is. Cyndaran medicine?" he speculated.

"H-hold on now, stranger," the merchant interrupted, trying to keep a low profile. "I don't even know what that is."

"No, but you also can't name off the ingredients of a cold elixir that was brewed right here in Eskaro," Crow rebutted sincerely. "Trust him; he's no assassin, just... a humble ambassador from abroad." Outwitted and desparate, the father sighed heavily before stepping back. "Fine... Sigrid, go ahead." Upon being prompted, the quiet, pale girl accepted the concoction.

The drow encouraged her gently, and tried to reassure the man. "I do not know its name in your language, if there is one. My people have used this remedy for generations. The land is full of wonders, if we only stop to look. See? Already she looks more like herself." The drow smiled again as he brushed a sweaty forelock from Sigrid's face. It had only been moments, but her forehead was cool, if moist. "She will pee green, but that is good. If she does not, give her plenty of water and it will flush out." Finally, he stood. "I would like to purchase some of your fruit, ahh.. how much will it cost?"

Awestruck, the merchant nearly keeled over at the sight of his daughter recovering quickly. “Oh, it’s a miracle...!” he nearly exclaimed. “It’s unlike anything we’ve seen.”

There was a crude, hand-painted wooden sign that read: ‘Berries, 3 Sol/lb’. “Three solares per pound,” Crow read, opening a coin purse. “How many do we want here? Three pounds? Five?” It seemed he was willing to shell out the cash for as much as Lohr desired.

It was then that Desrick came to the Drow to ask if he wanted anything, if anytging had caught his eye. "Oh, Desrick, yes. These berries." He looked between Crow and the orc. "Can we... buy it all?" He smiled sheepishly. Lohrithe really liked fruit.

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Azaria, too, went along to the market. As elfkind and an assassin, she figured it was best to go with Crow. She did not want trouble, not in these elf-hating lands. She lingered by some of the potion stalls, as well as one with throwing knives.

 

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Iolas caught the potato and looked at the carving and smiled when Azaria made her comment about the cat. These were the potatoes that were stored away in the satchel. He realized she must have been on to him long before he had noticed his existence. The pun didn't go unnoticed either as he facepalmed and chuckled at both the pun and the fact that his own ability was being questioned against a cat. "Oh my, is that how I sound, and here I thought everyone hated me for being an elf."

It did make Iolas a little bit relieved to learn that the cat could possible be a shapeshifter, as odd as it sounds. However, it was the kind of relief akin to finding out you will actually die in 3 years instead of 1. Crow continued to speak about the labs and something about catastrophic failures. Iolas could only think about how much of a drag it would be to fail and then write about that failure in detail. At the very least they appear to be thorough if anything. He was supposed to have a weapon built here, but he was sure Crow could handle that later. Truth be told he wanted to explore Eskaro a bit more since he had spent so much time outside of large hubs of civilization. He could always check to forges out later. It was always interesting to see how things changed over the years. He went along with Crow and crew. He would get some odd looks from the people there. It wasn't ideal, but Iolas always knew how to make the best out of a bad situation. "bark.....bark..." Iolas said. He was doing his best horrible dog impression as he actually spoke the sounds he was supposed to be enacting. "Bark...tail wag, bark...whimper," Iolas continued dryly; he was completely aware of the fact that onomatopoeias lost their luster when you actually said the word. He almost relished in the stranger looks he got. However, none seemed to be as strange as the looks Lorhithe got when he performed what seemed like a miracle. He really was just a gentle giant. When he first met him, he thought he would take his head off. "Oh silly me...dogs aren't supposed to be reminiscing in the middle of the street...pants nervously,"......Iolas was at it again. He drifted off to some fruits that looked quite exotic, hopefully he wouldn't get lost.

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