Take Back the Crown

Well it certainly wasn't the first time that he'd been stared at and eyed with curiosity. If it wasn't because of his towering height, it was usually because of his scar. He had several, but the one on his face was one he couldn't hide without looking kind of silly. His scar went down the side of his face and only narrowly missed his eye, so putting a bandage or something like it there would just look ridiculous.


Regardless, he noticed Nameen's glances. In fact, he found it difficult not to. He did though, understand her curiosity, because even though it was frustrating to be asked about the origins of his scar, he himself found it was difficult to rid himself of that question when it came to other people. Of course, thanks to the miracle of self control he never acted on such curiosities like others did, but he felt them nonetheless.


He decided to hop off his horse partially for Santo's benefit, but also to get even a little closer to the ground. He sometimes (often) wished he stood at a more average height just for the benefit of being able to talk to people face to face, instead of... chest to face, or chin to face. Anyway.


He walked up beside Nameen, looking down at her (first, with an eyebrow playfully raised, then a look of understanding). He decided against discussing their scars (because in honesty, he didn't want to), and instead on talking about something else, since he did enjoy talking to her, even if she was a bit awkward sometimes. But she really wasn't much less awkward than him - just a different type of awkward.


"Hey Nameen! Do you know much about cooking?" Why not stay on the subject of food? Hah.

 

She raised an eyebrow, the smallest smile slowly creeping across her lips. It amused her how Yaroslav and Svetlana seemed to be a magnet for such occurrences, which frequently played to their advantage even if they didn't seem to at first. What splendid luck these two had, even through tragedy. Even now in their present situation it showed how the Gods must favor them.. Or one or both of them had some purpose to serve before they were released from the world. Phaedra was not the religious sort, but she knew the ebb and flow of the universe, having a sort of connection to the world. Things of that sort were certainly not unheard of and she briefly toyed the thought that maybe she stumbled into such a situation.

"I never took you for the sort who enjoyed festivities." Phaedra admitted, still somewhat amused and pleased to get to know her stoic companion. This was the first chance they've had at conversation. "Rather, I mean that you don't seem the 'social butterfly' type at such events, like your grandmother. I can only imagine traveling with her has never been dull."

She herself only enjoyed such things for the opportunity to mingle with groups of people and get to know them, but in those types of situations, she frequently became the subject of conversation and curiosity. While she did enjoy the exchange of information, she was far more interested in the lives of others than divulging her own. It just wasn't as fun. That and it often only made her that much more self-conscious about how different she was. Phaedra reaffirmed to herself that, yes, she overall did not enjoy parties or festivities. If given the choice, she would rather be by herself with her books scrawled with magic incantations.

Despite this, she found herself very curious about the experience ahead of them. She had never been to a Dwarven feast before, let alone met a Dwarf. Maybe she would make an exception this time. After all, everyone in their group was different from the Dwarves. She wouldn't stand out much more than the rest of them, right?

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"Cooking?" Nameen tilted her head, the word bringing back some memories.


"My father enjoyed cooking," she answer stiffly. Anything regarding her former home was a sore subject. "He would bake cakes and elaborate dishes for my mother and I. He liked to experiment too, but they didn't always turn out the way he expected." She prevented herself from cracking a grin at the funny memories.


"I-" She breathed heavily. Not again. "I took after my mother. I burned everything I tried to make. But I liked to watch my father at work."


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Ahh. Maybe it wasn't the best idea to talk about cooking. He hoped though, that he could perhaps direct the conversation well enough so that it didn't dig too deep into her past. He understood that, much like himself, it could bring up unpleasant memories. So he tried to remain as vague as possible, and dance around specifics.


"Ah. I guess I never really got an opportunity to learn how to cook until a bit later in my life. One of my mentors was very enthusiastic about anything involving food. I took a similar interest, so I learned from him. I guess you could say I too enjoy cooking, but I rarely get to cook for other people. I travelled a lot, so I never really stuck around with people long enough to. It would be fun, though... sometime. If you want, you could help or watch. When we get to. I'm sure we'll get a chance to sometime on this journey. Hah."


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Nameen smiled faintly at Bo's kindness. "Yes, I think I'd like that."


She set her gaze forward as they tread across the desert sand. A few minutes of silence followed. The conversation had almost managed to distract Nameen from the sickening heat, and it was taking a lot of her effort to ignore it. Looking ahead, she found herself studying the dwarves. It was her first time in the presence of one of their kind and her curiosity was peaked.


"I never expected to ever meet a dwarf," she voiced sideways to Bo. "I'm not sure what I expected from this quest," she then added quietly.


That was a lie. She knew exactly what she had expected- no, hoped for when she'd joined the group. She touched her scar lightly before dropping her hand.


Gazing up at Bo, who towered over her, she asked.


"What made you come along on this journey?" Then she froze in the sand, wondering if that had been polite to ask. To some it could be a invasive question. To her it would be, depending on who asked. "I'm sorry, I hope it isn't too personal."


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Hjalmar listened in silence as the two described their homes. They sounded like beautiful places, putting his birthplace to shame... although, anything was better than the place he grew up in. He remained quiet as the newcomer hopped into the wagon, he smirked a bit when Oceana struggled with her words. When Kacel'la began teaching Oceana magical songs, he understood the words, yet failed to see how singing could make forged steel stronger and better. It was just the way of the elves, he supposed. Perhaps there really was magic involved, and the songs worked similarly to incantations or runes. Calling upon the Galdur, or as Oceana had called it, the Bás, to strengthen their steel and iron, "I want to be there when you try it." Hjalmar finally spoke as Kacel'la was writing down the words, "If you don't mind, that is... I've never seen metal bent and forged in such a way before."


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"Well, when there are festivities, there is good food and hearth." He smiled, "Something my grandmother and I always have a hard time finding since we travel so much. I usually would eat in silence, I prefer to listen than to talk." He continued, even though he was talking more than he usually did. He was usually preoccupied, he didn't find the time to communicate with his comrades. Even an awkward man such as Yaroslav knew it was important to forge bonds within their group, they would need to trust each other deeply if they were to accomplish the feat they had set out to do. They could only rely on the common cause for so long before it stopped working. He sniffed, "Dwarfish feasts are the best. They are easy to talk to despite their brute nature. They are loud, and talk so much, they could fill in both sides of a conversation." He laughed, looking back on the time he had spent with these particular dwarves, "When I was a whelp, I would always get confused as to when they were talking to me. They talk to themselves as they work, perhaps it helps them think better."


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Svetlana guided the caravans after the dwarves, Sverrir occasionally looking back and yelling something incomprehensible. They trotted through the pass, taking all sorts of lefts and rights, until civilization finally became clear. They slipped through a narrow fissure which eventually opened up to a large gorge. The sun peeked through the ceiling, but the cleft walls created large shadows, keeping the air cool. Clothing lines were hanging from one canyon wall to the other, all manner of of attire draping over them to dry. Makeshift wind chimes that were composed of scrap metal and iron strings were hung all around the enclosure, the wind in the chasm jostled them slightly, filling the air with clear rings and clangs. Small wooden farmsteads were on the surface, fences wrapped in circles with animals inside. The canyon walls were dotted with heavy set brass-iron doors (a trademark color for dwarfish metal) with elaborate carvings and designs. Those most likely led down into the earth where the dwarves kept their fires, mines and the workshops. A shallow gully coursed through the gorge, and a wide wooden bridge was built across it.


There were some dwarves on the surface, attending certain tasks that needed to be done. Though they'd rather be under their feet where they feel most at home. They all stopped their work to see the approaching company, Sverrir called out to some of the with a jolly voice, and many responded with the same happiness and excitement. The men and women alike had stylized beards and hairy features. This meant that some of the men following Sverrir out to scavenge were possibly women.


His men dispersed, unloading their own supplies and getting back to business now that they had returned home. But Sverrir led Svetlana over the bridge a little farther up the gorge. There was a large space, a very messy space at that, by the gully. Sverrir turned on his heel and put his hands on his large waist, "If you leave the caravans here, I can start working on them as soon as possible!" He smiled, clapping his hands together and rubbing them, already formulating a plan on how he could improve the wagons in every possible way, "But for now, the sun is setting, and I am sure you all are hungry and tired." He said walking past them, Svetlana hopped out of the caravan and helped the princess down, "Helgi!" The dwarf called. A small bearded woman busted out of one of the heavy set doors, her eyes lit up as she saw the group, "Ah! Yaro and Svetlana, it has been such a long time, my old friends!" She exclaimed running up to the old witch and hugging her. Yaroslav grimaced, if she gave him a cheek pinch he would- well... he would do something horrible. Sure enough, she walked over, "My little medvezhonok!!" She pinched his cheek and Yaroslav sighed, giving in to the little woman's coddling, "You've grown so big and tall! Have you killed anymore bears?" She asked, remembering his boulderback bear story.


"No, Helgi. I have not." He exhaled.


She chuckled, "Still as stoic as ever, I see."


"And as clumsy as ever too." Svetlana whispered to her. Yaroslav just rolled his eyes.


"Alright, alright! Enough with the formalities!" Sverrir raised his voice, "These people are straving, Helgi! We must fill their bellies with delicious warm food!" Helgi brightened up, "Does this mean a feast?" She asked with a small gasp. The old dwarf nodded with a wink and Helgi quickly waddled away, "I will come to help you cook in a moment!" He called after her. She waved her hand dismissively, "Please don't, you burn everything, my dear!"


He sighed, and turned to the group shrugging, "She never lets me cook." He laughed, and with a wave of his hand, he gestured for the group to follow him, "I can unpack your things for you, so don't worry about it. For now, let me show you where you'll be bedding and eating!"


The old dwarf led them to a specific set of brass-iron doors, not too far from his outdoor smithy. He gave them a heavy yank, and they slowly swung back with a creak. It was dark inside, and the dwarf fumbled about for a bit before finding a small lever. He pulled it, and lanterns and bulbs along the walls lit up one by one with a buzz. They cast off a greenish-yellow light, and were dimmer than the light outside, but brighter than fire.


He walked down the stairs and led the group to his humble abode, a large clutter-filled room with a fire stowing on the right wall. To the left was the dwarf's workshop. His desk could not be seen under all the blueprints, models, and gadgets he had strewn all over the place. The floors and walls were not spared from his messiness either.


"Sorry for the mess." He called back to them, making an attempt to clear the lounging space of his organized shambles, "I wasn't expecting visitors." He excused. Thought even if he was expecting visitors, the room would look no different, "Make yourselves comfortable!" He said, clearing off the seat by the fire. The frames were made of dwarfish metal, but they were cushioned with soft bolsters.


Yaroslav leaned against a wall by the seats and Hjalmar sat on the floor by the fire, giving everyone else a chance to sit down where it was most comfortable. Svetlana took an edge seat, wiping down her gown and thinking about how they should take this time to wash their dirtied and weathered clothes, tend to their armor and weapons. They would probably be staying in this place for a couple days before moving on. These would be rare opportunities down the road, and should be taken advantage of when they get the chance.
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Thora followed the group, her breathing soft and her eyes wide with wonder. How things had changed since she had last been in a dwarven hall! Once they had settled in a bit, she meandered over to the light source. She should have taken a seat with the others but she was entranced. "How miraculous," she whispered under her breath. The last she remembered they had been using big candles and shoddy prototypes of these bulbs. They had made such advancements! She tapped the bulb curiously.
 
"Pass me one of your knives and I can make it so it doesn't dull even if you chop stone with it." Kacel'la said to Hjalmar before she passed the scroll back to Oceana. "Here's the text. I hope you can read my messy script." She said to the other elf.


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When they were led down into the dwarven rooms, Garrett looked around with wonder at the creations around, while Kacel'la and Dorian looked as calm as ever: Kacel'la because she had visited many dwarven clans before, and Dorian because je just simply wasn't a person who ever showed what he actually felt.


Kacel'la sat down om the floor near the fire, having trouble tohold on to her little wyvern to keep it from trying to make a hoard of all of the shiny objects around. Dorian settled down into the most shadowed place he could find, while Garrett just stood besides the entrance: an old habit from his work as a guard.
 
Foxrun watched as they continued down the bath, eventually reached the bustling dwarven homes. He was awed to say they least, well, that is until he noticed the women with beards. He hid a grimace, it made sense, but he was still surprised somehow. Then he shrugged it off as they were led to where they would rest. He wasn't much for sleeping indoors. Not even in unsettling weather. Just build a canopy of sorts for cover and he was good. But this was clearly not that, and knowing how cold a desert could get at night? He would make no arguments for different arrangements.


With a heavy sigh, he sat in the floor, away enough to sprawl out a bit. As well as back from the fire. He had not burned exactly, but he could tell his rather fair skin wasn't entitled to soaking up much more heat. And poor Nameen! He glanced to see if she had reddened any. His skin wasn't nearly as pale as hers and he was feeling a bit of irritation from the day. He found himself glancing at each of the others in the room actually. They had been through a lot in such a short time and yet here they all were. Relatively fine at that. He smiled to himself, relieved they would finally get the chance to rest up. He knew they would need it, for the journey would only get harder from here. But for now, he was greatly looking forward to this meal.
 

"The Dwarves sound a little similar to myself, but rather than speaking aloud, I will carry on conversations with myself up here." Phaedra gently tapped her head with her index finger and chuckled. "Sometimes, I'll pick up a conversation I've had with someone weeks ago without skipping a beat just because it was still on my mind the whole time, even as the conversation organically moved elsewhere."

And it was true. If she spoke aloud her thoughts, it would be easy to lose most on what she was trying to say simply because she frequently bounced from topic to topic without concern for finishing a particular thought. She could always go back to it as she remembered everything. Phaedra quickly discovered that most others couldn't follow her train of thought - it just moved too fast for them to piece everything together cohesively before she dragged the conversation back to previous thought. Phaedra silently reprimanded herself for it frequently. It made it a little harder to relate to others. At least it seemed like maybe dwarves were somewhat like her. Maybe she was part dwarf and didn't know it? She grinned at the thought, but thankfully it wasn't too out of place considering her current outward disposition.

Still, she enjoyed her conversation with Yaroslav until the dwarf town became clear from beyond the fissure that they squeezed through. A million thoughts barraged her mind as she stared at all the finer details of the town. How did they get the clothes lines pulled across the canyon rock like that so evenly? Where do they scavenge all the scrap metal and what inspired the dwarves to craft wind chimes from them? What stories were being told in the elaborate carvings set into metal and stone? How did the women grow beards and why didn't Phaedra have one too? She briefly imagined having a beard to lovingly groom and decorate with colorful beads, enamored with the thought and completely distracted from the company that sat beside her on the caravan.

This visual stimulus overload didn't stop even when they were invited inside by Sverrir. In particular, her attention was completely occupied by the wonderful glowing bulbs of light and the blueprints and the gadgets and the gizmos and the models and... Well, actually, everything. Her mind went completely blank, short circuiting from the amount of stimulation it was receiving and all the questions she had for how and why and when and where and what even inspired half of these wondrous creations! She saw Thora making similar observations and excitedly walked over to her, tapping on a bulb next to her.

"Oh! I didn't realize they were so solid!" She gasped, clearly surprised. Phaedra grinned at Thora. "Aren't they wonderful? I wonder how they make them? I wonder if I can make them? Are there simply no limits in this world? What else do they have up their delightful sleeves? Do dwarves wear sleeves while working down below?"

It was becoming extremely difficult for her to suppress her excitement and it really showed. Her odd-colored eyes were wide with child-like wonder and bouncing from object to object. Even her face and body were a tad bit flushed from the excitement.. Or was it sunburn?

The thought must have suddenly crossed her mind as she gently touched her cheek with one hand and winced. It was sunburn. Did the dwarves have some miraculous remedy for sunburn, perhaps?

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Thora smiled at Phaedra and their shared curiosity. "It is quite wonderful and strange how talented they are," she observed. "They have always been years ahead of everyone else. Always so innovative." Being in the lit hall brought back so many memories from her youth. She rarely visited the halls the dwarfs had carved in her mountain, but when she did it was always an adventure.


"When I was much younger, the dwarfs that shared my mountain had the most wonderful creations," Thora explained. Phaedra seemed curious enough and the nymph finally felt a little more in her element (though obviously not completely). "They always used fancy metals to make such strange contraptions. The dwarfs I once knew harnessed the power of water and brought it into their tunnels!" It had been decades but the nymph was still dumbfounded by the idea of plumbing.


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A small smile briefly grew on Bo's face as Nameen talked until she posed the question to why he had come. Thing was, she'd actually asked him that before, last they really talked, but he figured with all that happened in between, she had probably forgotten. Their previous conversation had been cut off early, and he hadn't really given her a real answer. He wasn't sure if she was asking again now because it had slipped her mind, or if she was looking for his real reason. His face grew more solemn as he looked down at her, studying her face, trying to figure out what was going on inside her head.


It's both. Her apology afterwards, however, revealed that her intention was not to pry. And really, he couldn't even blame it on sheer curiosity at this point. She was a travelling companion - it made sense to share such things. He tried to recall the reason he'd given Yaroslav, which was also a bit indirect in nature, and he wondered if the people he was with deserved more. More being, the truth. (Of course they do. It's just difficult to give.)


He found himself tempted to fall into his usual habit of giving the answer he thought wanted to be heard, instead of the one he wanted to say. He swallowed, licking his lower lip in thought, and letting out a deep sigh before finally responding. At this point in time (and he hoped she didn't mind the prolonged pause before his answer), they were just beginning to enter the dwarves's dwelling place, but his eyes were not entertained by the admittedly interesting sights of their home. Instead he looked down at the ground.


"I guess... I was running away." He replied sadly (he was actually surprised he sounded so). "From... my past." Dammit. Old habits die hard. He stumbled over his words in an attempt to prove himself... to himself? "I never really liked who I was or what my life made me to be. I've tried again and again to better myself to... to..." But now he was going too deep. Why is it so hard to explain?





This time, it was he who froze. They had been trailing near the back of the group, and now he stood outside of the open door, feeling what he could only describe as a sort of stall in his mind. He felt... mentally constipated all of a sudden. But the feeling didn't last long. In a moment, a barrage of thoughts and memories flooded back to him. He stared wide-eyed at the ground, and quickly shook his head in an attempt to clear it.


"I'm - I'm sorry, I -" He stuttered. He looked over at Nameen, unable to hide his pained expression. He hadn't realized he'd been holding his breath, and he let out a burst of exhaled air before breathing normally again. "I want to answer. Really, I do." His eyes followed the dwarves and the rest of their group, then they returned to her. "It's just... hard." He sighed loudly again. Even he wasn't satisfied with that response.

 
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There was no doubt that Thora had Phaedra's undivided attention, her pointed ears perked and eyes bright and attentive.

"You used to live with dwarves, then? And you got to see all those marvelous inventions? Amazing!" She gushed, grinning from ear to ear now. "I would love to hear more! About you, about your mountain, your neighbors.. I grew up in the mountains as well, though we didn't have many visitors, my adoptive father and I.."

Phaedra held in her hands a model now of a spiraled metal contraption of some sort, looking it over, trying to keep herself occupied and not allowing her thoughts to wander too far from the topic at hand. Don't think about home. No sense in changing the topic to something so somber. No one cared about that - everyone else had so much more to worry about with their own pasts and their present situation, even if they did have a brief moment of respite. She had to stop letting this come up in her mind. It was distracting and, quite frankly, added absolutely no value at the moment, if ever.

This strange spiral is far more important. Thora's words are important. Let her do the talking.




Her eyes flitted back up to meet Thora's crimson eyes and she beamed at the nymph, hiding the struggle against her own mind.

"I'm sure you have many wonderful stories. You have a lovely voice, by the way. I had heard you singing with me at the campfire before."

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As the group entered the Dwarven home, Lucasta's eyes widened in awe at the strange contraptions. She has never seen such things. Lucas crawled from inside the caravan to Lucasta's side and did the same thing. Just stared in awe, unlike Lilith who simply smiled. She had been in a dwarven home similar to this.


Once they were seated in the room that Sverrir had lead them to, Lucasta stayed standing, next to her brother who did sit down, and Lilith leaded against the wall, beside the door. Lucasta looked at Nameen, who she hasn't been talking to lately, and saw how she looked sickly.


"Are you alright, Nameen?" She asked. "Is the heat getting to you?" She asked.



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Nameen felt stricken at Bo's obvious painful discomfort,as it hadn't been what she had intended at all. She bit her lip, cursing her curiosity. Maybe this is why you should just stay quiet. This was not the first time her interest in the unknown had caused someone else ill. She almost remembered the last few months in her village. No, don't think of that. She shuddered, only barely pushing the reminder out of her head before she threw up. And not because of the heat.


She stared down at her feet, biting her lip and searching desperately for something to say that would make Bo feel better.


"I know exactly how you feel. Trust me," she said through grit teeth, almost in a seething manner. Nameen suddenly had the urge to confess everything, what had happened to her, the real reason why she had agreed to the journey. No, not all of it yet. But she at least owed him something.





Her head lifted, spinning towards her companion. "Would you like to know why I originally came along?" She inquired in a harsh whisper. Not waiting for him to answer, she went on. "I thought- I still think that this quest is my best chance at regaining something I've lost. This." She thrust her hand up to point at her milky white, mutilated eye.


Nameen hurried off before Bo could ask what she meant.


Normally, Nameen would've felt impressed with herself. No stumbling, stuttering or tripping over words. But instead she still felt terrible, in more ways than one. Despite them entering the dwarven home, she still felt boiled, sick and her head pounded viciously.


Being so distracted had prevented her from seeing Lucasta approach. Nameen nearly jumped out of her skin when the princess spoke to her.


The princess. Her brief ease with words abandoned her, again.


"I have never been able to stand heat like this," she mumbled. "But I'll be fine, after some rest." She paused awkwardly, thinking she should say something else. "How- are you faring?"


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Lucasta smiled. "That's good." She mumbled. She crossed her arms over her chest as Nameen asked her a similar question. "Honestly, everything that has been going on has been tiring me. The new faces, the strange change of scenery, just- everything..." She sighed. She glanced over at her and chuckled to herself. "I'm sorry, I'm tired... I think we all just need some rest, wouldn't you agree?"

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Sverrir finished stuffing his papers away, almost beaming when he saw everyone admiring his work. But this wasn't the time to be talking about his creations, it was time to discuss the matter at hand.


The dwarf threw some coal into the fire, as wood was hard to come by in the desert. When they mine for material, coal was something they found often, and he thought it worked much better anyway, "Now," Sverrir clapped his hands together, a grin on his face, "would you mind telling me what brings you through the passing?" He asked and took a seat on a stool he pulled over, "The last time you came, you had been searching for nomads in the desert to sell your wares to before your cart broke down. I would guess perhaps it is business that brings you here a second time, but looking at your group..." He glanced around at the variety of beings strewn around his house, "I would say it's much more serious than that..."


Svetlana nodded with a smile, "That is Princess Lucasta and this is Prince Lucas." She pointed at the princess who was talking with Nameen, and then at the prince who was closer to the dwarf, inspecting some of his gadgets, "As you can imagine, there is only one royal family in existence... The Valer family..." She continued, "As you know, ten years ago, the crown of Algoran went missing after Kvacht attacked the kingdom. We few traveled to the very place it happened and discovered the crown was actually broken apart and scattered across the land. We are on a quest to retrieve these pieces... one is right here within these canyons."


The dwarf's eyes widened, "That is... quite the quest..." He stated and stroked his beard in thought, "I... I think I know where it is!" He exclaimed. Svetlana leaned in closer in anticipation, she was hoping he'd have an idea where they could start looking.





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Normally, Nameen would've felt impressed with herself. No stumbling, stuttering or tripping over words. But instead she still felt terrible, in more ways than one. Despite them entering the dwarven home, she still felt boiled, sick and her head pounded viciously.
Being so distracted had prevented her from seeing Lucasta approach. Nameen nearly jumped out of her skin when the princess spoke to her.


The princess. Her brief ease with words abandoned her, again.


"I have never been able to stand heat like this," she mumbled. "But I'll be fine, after some rest." She paused awkwardly, thinking she should say something else. "How- are you faring?"
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There was, however, tripping and stumbling outside. Just as a gap had broken in Nameen's sentence, a barrage of missteps trembled about outside the house, filling the space that would've been filled by the appropriate reply. A string of foreign, sloppy swearing followed, followed by hysterical laughter and broken screams, as if the person responsible for this unstable activity were both shocked and traumatized by whatever they were seeing... Which was precisely the case.


A strange, ragged man in thin circular glasses and futuristic, laboratory-looking clothes soon tripped on the rocky terrain, somersaulting forward and slamming his face into the door in an effort to catch himself.


"Mein gott," he muttered to himself. "Vhat kind of vorld ahm I in," he said under his breath, with a slow gesture of his hand to his chin. "I've never zeen anyzingk like zhis bevore- und zese CREATURES..." He pinned his back up against the door, partially aware of the specticle he's made of himself. Raising up his chin and raising a thick eyebrow, his expression tensed into one of disgust, again muttering, "I better not be in anozer convention."


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Lilith took a position to attack when the strange man tumbled into the room. Her staff point at his head. "Who are you?" She snapped. Any other time anyone has seen her aggressive side was during battle. Against a stranger, who may be meaning harm towards the group, her instincts took over. "Who sent you?" She asked, poking his head with the staff. She doesn't plan to attack, unless he really means harm. Otherwise, she'd make sure he'd be blown out of the room and into one of the caravans.

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Sverrir was about to continue when there was a sudden and very loud thud that echoed in the room, accompanied by a strange voice. His eyebrows furrowed together, never having heard that accent before. Svetlana sighed in exasperation. Where were these strangers coming from? They kept popping out of nowhere, like daisies popped out of the snow. She stood to her feet to investigate, everyone's eyes were now on this stranger. He was dressed very strangely, and with a raised eyebrow, Svetlana inspected the man, holding her chin in thought. Just as Lilith reacted, Yaroslav drew his axes, prepared to lop off his head if need be.


That's how he feels about all new people... Svetlana thought to herself.


The witch chuckled, and waited for his answer to Lilith's questions.


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Lilith took a position to attack when the strange man tumbled into the room. Her staff point at his head. "Who are you?" She snapped. Any other time anyone has seen her aggressive side was during battle. Against a stranger, who may be meaning harm towards the group, her instincts took over. "Who sent you?" She asked, poking his head with the staff. She doesn't plan to attack, unless hereally means harm. Otherwise, she'd make sure he'd be blown out of the room and into one of the caravans.
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Sverrir was about to continue when there was a sudden and very loud thud that echoed in the room, accompanied by a strange voice. His eyebrows furrowed together, never having heard that accent before. Svetlana sighed in exasperation. Where were these strangers coming from? They kept popping out of nowhere, like daisies popped out of the snow. She stood to her feet to investigate, everyone's eyes were now on this stranger. He was dressed very strangely, and with a raised eyebrow, Svetlana inspected the man, holding her chin in thought. Just as Lilith reacted, Yaroslav drew his axes, prepared to lop off his head if need be.


That's how he feels about all new people... Svetlana thought to herself.


The witch chuckled, and waited for his answer to Lilith's questions.
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The odd man in the labcoat slowly raised his hands over his shoulders in a surrendering-type position, his eyes crossed to the point on Lilith's weapon.


"I-I-I [gulp] I- -," the man tugged at his collar, his face oily from sweat and tears. He nervously licked his lips in an attempt to clear his mind, but was simply just appalled by the metallic taste of blood from his busted nose. He shivered his other spare hand back to his nose, wiping it and looking at what appeared to him to be a massacre across his face. His eyes crossed as he wheezed to answer again, before blanking out and falling over to his side.


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Bo stayed standing in the doorway for a moment, not sure how to take Nameen's sudden confession of her true intentions of coming on this journey. He didn't want to sound insensitive - but was regaining her sight in her other eye really that important? Of course, he had never been blinded before so he couldn't say for sure how dearly it would be missed, but he was really confused. Was it... more than just an eye? Was her eye... special? He didn't have a chance to ask any of these questions, as she'd run off before he could even respond.


"Aaaagh." He groaned, and blew a raspberry soon after with a slouch of his shoulders. Everything is confusing.





And the confusion didn't end. Because as he finally entered the room where everyone had gathered, there seemed to be a strange new man that everyone was eyeing suspiciously. Who was he? How did he get there? And... what was he wearing?


Slouching in defeat, he accepted that he probably wasn't going to get any answers any time soon. So he just stood in the middle of the exit, so if whoever this guy was tried to escape (if he did in fact, intend to harm them), he could... grab him or something. But in honesty he didn't look like the type of person to be there to cause trouble of the killing-people kind. He looked terrified actually... aaaaaand... then he passed out. He found himself rolling his eyes.


Really? Did he have to pass out? He briefly dragged his hands down his face, pulling the skin around his eyes, cheeks, and mouth down into a very silly frown. "Waaaaaugh." He quitely groaned to himself, before straightening up, and pulling himself together. Now all of the frustration was out of his system.
 
Foxrun was amused by the sudden entrance. Sure, it left them all on guard, but the guy was clearly a mess. "I think you scared the life outta him Lilith." He called out the joke to the witch, laughing lightly. "Even I must admit, he seems to be an odd fellow."


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Phaedra's attention quickly snapped over to the loud thud and she saw Lilith already taking an aggressive stance against a strange man in strange clothing who, from what she could tell, just happened to stumble into this house. She couldn't help but be incredibly annoyed by the response to a man stumbling into a house versus a woman appearing out of thin air during a time when they were supposed to be cautious. Phaedra chose not to act this time. After all, they were in a city full of dwarves. If there were trouble, surely the entirely town would've avalanched down on this man. She found no reason to let suspicion take her at this time.

"Well, if he were a true threat, I don't think he would nearly wet himself at the sight of Lilith." She mused aloud, watching the man as he fell to his side. "Or, more likely, Yaroslav. He.. passed out?"

She sounded incredulous, then lazily brushed the thought aside. Her eyes settled on Lilith and Yaroslav, confused, before turning her attention to Sverrir.

"Does he live here? Not specifically here, but.. in the town?"

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Lilith poked his head, then drew her staff from his face. "Aannnd... He's passed out." She blew a strand of blonde hair from her face. She turned toward Foxrun, and chuckled at his comment. "What strange apparel..." She raised a brow in confusion. "He's... Obviously not from here." She muttered. Lucas approached the strange man and laughed. "He looks funny." He commented. Lucasta quickly snatched Lucas and pulled him away. "Be careful. He might wake up soon." She cautiously watched. Lilith looked at the princess and shrugged. "He just passed out. From his introduction and his reaction to my sudden defense, I'm pretty sure he's not going to wake up any time soon-" Her talking was interrupted by none other than, the strange man waking up. She rolled her eyes, and instead of preparing for the worse, she simply crossed her arms over her chest and raised her brow. "Okay, answer my questions now, since you're awake. Who are you, where did you come from, and who sent you?"

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