As Brash and Aquariel get acquainted, Aelar catches Vior's attention when he can. "How much for dinner and a room? Also, things will probably get quite a bit busier soon. The rest of my crew should be heading this way soon since the Anchor is gone. I'd be happy to help you out for the cost of dinner and a room for the night. Any extra would be welcome, too." he says with a smile and a chuckle.

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Brash quickly wipes grease from his mouth with his sleave as the strange woman speaks to him. "My apologies ma'am for my manners. I am Brash of the Hillmen Clan. I am indeed meeting with them tomorrow. I don't know what they may have for us but if you think you are up to it, you are welcolm to join us. We all need work and this seems the quickest route to coin" he says as he admires how different she is from the others.

"Thank you.  I am Aquariel, from the island of Zaeristi."  Aquariel turned to Vior "I'd like a room for the night, please.  What do you have for dinner, and at what cost?"

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Angelus follows readily enough, taking a seat where indicated. His face is easy to read as he listens to her words, contemplating on them, and musing on what his instincts are telling him. Keeping his answer for himself he relinquishes his palm into her hand, simply entertained by what may come next. He has a quiet smile of mild amusement at everything that's transpired since entering this place. "Tell me what is in store for me then, and perhaps I shall follow." 

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The man's words leave Ulrich feeling conflicted. There is a disappointment and frustration in hearing that he will have to look elsewhere in the world for this path of control, though at the same time, it is... Comforting to have been told this place is welcoming to him. They were words Ulrich would normally find difficult to believe, but something here feels more right than anything he'd felt in a long time. It is confusing but, for just this moment, Ulrich chooses not to overthink it very much. He picks up the paper, reading over the specifics of it. While he does so, he says to the man, "Adversity... I doubt I must seek very far to find such a thing. What is this city's state of which you speak? I suppose it may do me well to understand the happenings here."

Brash turns to the barkeep "Vior, what time does the 'Duo' usually come in? I will be meeting with them" motioning to Ember and Zenyth.

He then turns to the fighter "my clan is up north. We are also peaceful only fighting for honor and survival. We have no crime. We settle disputes through Kom'ra, honor combat." Lifting his head in pride.

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 Bishop takes everything the cleric is saying as if it is literal bread. He wants to learn everything he can about Eldath and her followers. He sees Pious motion for him to kneel. Bishop kneels down and dips his hands in the water. The feeling is like no other, it's as if the person you love most is gentle embracing you, and filling you with complete serenity. Bishop closes his eyes for a moment as he takes in the surroundings.

"Tell me...how did Feltorius die?"

Bishop drops his head as he doesn't want to relive the past. "Well sir, I need to be completely honest with you. When I was young, my parents abandoned me because of my appearance. I was found alone in the woods by cultists, who viewed me as a sign from their dark lord. The kidnapped me and forced to play along in their sick, twisted rituals. One day, Feltorius was captured by the cultists, as they planned on sacrificing him to their master as a tribute. I tried to save him, I really did,  but in the end he could not escape. He told me of Eldath and how I could make something of my life, despite my circumstance. He gave me his prayer book, and told me to come to this city. It was then that he made a scene, which bought me time to escape. I fled with tears in my eyes, knowing that he would most likely be killed. I actually don't know what happened to him that day, but knowing that twisted cult, he was most likely sacrificed." Bishop begins to weep as he relives what was one of the hardest nights of his life. "I'm sorry Pious, I really am."

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As Brash and Aquariel get acquainted, Aelar catches Vior's attention when he can. "How much for dinner and a room? Also, things will probably get quite a bit busier soon. The rest of my crew should be heading this way soon since the Anchor is gone. I'd be happy to help you out for the cost of dinner and a room for the night. Any extra would be welcome, too." he says with a smile and a chuckle.

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Brash turns to the barkeep "Vior, what time does the 'Duo' usually come in? I will be meeting with them" motioning to Ember and Zenyth.

He then turns to the fighter "my clan is up north. We are also peaceful only fighting for honor and survival. We have no crime. We settle disputes through Kom'ra, honor combat." Lifting his head in pride.

Ulrich listens, tilting his head slightly in thought. It occurs to him that his focus on reaching the College has blinded him from learning anything else of the area, a fact that he realizes will get him nowhere like this. He nods, stating, "I'd felt an unwelcoming air at the city's gate, I know that much, at least." Knowing now the likely source of it, and that it may not be directed at Ulrich himself puts him somewhat at ease, though the thought of maintaining a position as "unaffiliated" sounds far less appealing on account of the circumstances.
"I think aligning myself to this College shall be for the best, given that. Is there anything that shall be needed, aside from this?" He gestures to the paper handed to him.

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"It is how he would have wanted," Pious said. "Saving an innocent. A soul." He nods to you and makes a motion, pulling the water up and out of the pool. "It is how Eldath would want, as well. A loss of life is a poor thing, but saving a life...it is an honor." Pious lets the water dribble through his fingers and closes his eyes. "Place the book in the pool," Pious said softly. "Return the last of Feltorius Drexull to the Mother Guardian of Groves."

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 Vior turns towards Aelar while he waits for Aquariel's response. "Three silvers a meal, five silvers a room, five silvers a drink," Vior says. "As for you're crew, lad. Well, if you wish to work it out and I'd be happy for the help. We've got at least sixteen beds free. Two beds a room on the second floor. Third floor has singles. Costs the same either way."

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 Madam Shyddra smiles and the touch she had is firm and strong. In fact it's actually quite warm, almost burning. She holds you fast so that even attempting to pull away is a struggle. She leans forward over the table, her eyes are bright--glowing--and suddenly everything seems a bit off. The walls darker, twisting with shadows and--other.

"Danger walks the path, a shadow looming in the dark," Madam Shyddra utters. "A hunter stalks his steps. Angry. Furious. Bitterness and rage consumes all within its path." Her head turns, twists. "Older, older than Saila, than Mynarra. Ruins and twisted darkness." She leans forward. "Find the shadow, find the danger."

Her hand lets go.

Brash finishes off whats left of his tankard. "Well its been a long journey so if you could kindly point me in the direction of my room I will be on my way for the night." He gives a firm pat on the shoulder of the fighter and a tip of the head to the sailor before marching off to his room.

Once there he begins his usual ritual of cleaning his armor and weapons with precision. He lays down  and stairs at the ceiling. With a heavy heart he remembers the battle that turned on him. He was in a rage and had wiped out all the enemy around him. When his comrad came near to calm him, he cut him down with one giant swing of his axe. The shame and dishonor will always haunt him. Maybe some day he can return home proud, honor restored. With that, the big man drifts off to sleep.

Aquariel dug into her coin purse and found the needed coins.  "Fish and vegetables please, along with a room for the night."

"Returning home actually, I'm Wilkas Tenur, their son. It's just that when I was walking up to the front door of my parent's estate, the usual servants weren't around, and when I got to the door, it was ajar. Most unusual I thought."

Wilkas wonders to himself how long the house has been as it is, though he doesn't vocalise these thoughts to the man before him.

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"Thank you for sharing this with me Answell," says Lenzo.  "This Rhiem my father has a contract with - what do you know about him?  I'll be visiting my father very soon, and I'm likely to be quite involved in family affairs going forward.  What are the terms of the contract, and why is it so discreet?  It hardly seems like an unreasonable step."

 

 Answell snorts a laugh. "Rheim would have your balls if you ever called her a man to her face." He shakes his head. "I don't know the details. There's rumors, you know, about something in the works, but nothing much else. He takes a puff. "How long do you expect to be back?"

 Aelar nods and smiles at Vior's replay. "Consider me in for the night. As soon as I finish my meal, I'm happy to help.

Vior gives you a sharp nod. Most of what you do is serve drinks and food, listening to various. For the first hour you hear plenty of information, but as the second and third hour of work wanes and your attention starts to drift, you begin to hear less and less of what you’d like. When you are ready to call it quits as Rhiem begins to close off the doors and shoo out the regulars who haven’t rented a room, Vior calmly hands you a key.

“Third floor, second room,” Vior says. “Single bed.” He pushes you off.

You do see that Zenyth has already made his way behind the bar and is rummaging around for more drink. Ember is still seated on the table, nose in her book. Vior and Rheim do not try to remove them.

Angelus gazes at her with a blank visage, unsure of how to respond. He thinks for a moment, not particularly shaken by the experience, more focused on the words. His face scrunched in careful contemplation his eyes shift quickly back to the woman sitting before him. Cerulean pools twinkle with black starlight for a few brief moments, "I can't tell if you read my past or told me my future, but you did say danger...and I suppose 'danger' is a synonym with 'adventure'. Therefore I will go to Rheim's place, because where there is adventure there is danger. Thanks for clearing that up, I think." Angelus wasn't positive he'd learned anything, but regardless at least he was able to make up something that made sense, at least to him. 

He smiled with warmth once more at Madam Shyddra, "Shall I be going that way then?" 

Madam Shyddra stands and offers you her hand. She calmly leads you out of her quarters above her shop, back downstairs, and through a blocked off pathway. She motions for you to get into the center of the circle.

“Which do you prefer,” Madam Shyddra said with a tilt of her lips. “The Clueless Navigator? Or Halford’s?”

Brash finishes off whats left of his tankard. "Well its been a long journey so if you could kindly point me in the direction of my room I will be on my way for the night." He gives a firm pat on the shoulder of the fighter and a tip of the head to the sailor before marching off to his room.

Once there he begins his usual ritual of cleaning his armor and weapons with precision. He lays down  and stairs at the ceiling. With a heavy heart he remembers the battle that turned on him. He was in a rage and had wiped out all the enemy around him. When his comrad came near to calm him, he cut him down with one giant swing of his axe. The shame and dishonor will always haunt him. Maybe some day he can return home proud, honor restored. With that, the big man drifts off to sleep.

Aquariel dug into her coin purse and found the needed coins.  "Fish and vegetables please, along with a room for the night."

Vior shuffles about. He accepts the coin and hands over a small placard and key. “Third floor, forth room,” he tells Aquariel, and then hands another key over to Brash. “Third floor, fifth room.”

Returning home actually, I'm Wilkas Tenur, their son. It's just that when I was walking up to the front door of my parent's estate, the usual servants weren't around, and when I got to the door, it was ajar. Most unusual I thought."

Wilkas wonders to himself how long the house has been as it is, though he doesn't vocalise these thoughts to the man before him.

The guard tilts his head back and hums. “Odd, but then there’s been plenty of odd going around lately.” The guard shrugged. “Perhaps they were planning a surprise for you, sir? Being their son and all.”

 Lenzo does not want to reveal the nature of Vlaakith's coercion, so he says, "Well, as long as my family is here I'll probably never be gone long.  I'm going next to find my father and offer him my own aid; it sounds like these anarchists - if that's who is responsible - are impacting the Darkmast enterprise negatively.  Tell me Answell, can I, or my family, be of any aid to you?"

Answel waves a hand dismissively and laughs. “No, no, Lenzo! Please! Just come share a drink with me sometime, aye? Plenty to catch up on, plenty.”

Ulrich listens, tilting his head slightly in thought. It occurs to him that his focus on reaching the College has blinded him from learning anything else of the area, a fact that he realizes will get him nowhere like this. He nods, stating, "I'd felt an unwelcoming air at the city's gate, I know that much, at least." Knowing now the likely source of it, and that it may not be directed at Ulrich himself puts him somewhat at ease, though the thought of maintaining a position as "unaffiliated" sounds far less appealing on account of the circumstances.
"I think aligning myself to this College shall be for the best, given that. Is there anything that shall be needed, aside from this?" He gestures to the paper handed to him

“No,” you are told. “Once the paper is filled out we will provide you a sigil. Keep it on you. It marks you as one of our own.” Patiently, utterly still in that familiar and painstaking way, he waits for you to finish your choice.

 Bishop nods and takes the book in his hands. He looks at the book once more, remembering his friend and savior. "I'll never forget you friend." Bishop places the book in the pool. The water slightly bubbles and the book disolves in the water as if it was a pile of sand being washed away by the surf. A few moments passed, and the pool was still again. Complete serenity. "Thank you, Green Goddess, for sending your faithful servant to save me from a life of horror and despair." A few tears drop into the pool and Bishop takes a deep breath. "I can't believe that I'm finally here." 

“And we are ever more glad for it, my boy,” Pious says with a smile. He clasps your shoulder and pulls you up. “Thank you, for finishing the rite. Come, come. We must induct you properly.” He tugs you along for a second, and then let’s go assured you will follow him. “If you do not mind my asking, who placed that bit of magic upon you?”

Pious doesn’t look at you, but you do see him twitch around your wings once as he leads you further into the temple.

Given the circumstances, Ulrich accepts the man's words and signs the paper, writing in information as necessary. "Then I shall consider myself as a sorcerer of this College while... While I find my path." He reflects on the nature of his magic some, wondering just how he will be able to develop it. "And... Your name, may I ask what it is?"

"I see. Than you for your assistance, good sir."

Wilkas returns to his parents' house and opens the door further, waiting a few moments before he decides to step inside.

Angelus returns her smile and says, "I'd like to go to the clueless navigator please, and once again, thank you for being the first decent person I've met in this city."