Sylivar trudged into the manor and immediately situated himself within the wine cellar. While disappointed the beverages within had long since aged to vinegar, Sylivar was obviously enjoying a place to call his own - he made himself comfortable, dragging down an old mattress and some furniture to make a little cave. Some additional pillows strapped onto a pole, too, to form a little dojo to practice his style of fighting. Sylivar claims that a healthy, rigorous diet of training and booze allow him to be, well, who he is.
He eventually decides to walk up and help clean the damn place. While clearly inebriated, he moves with a precision that most people don't have. Even when sober. He leans against the staff with a rag strapped onto one end that he had been using as a mop, blearily blinking his eyes at the menagerie of messages flooding into the house. He wonders what occupation would suit him best - he had been staying out of the Zhentarim / Xanathar's feud for a purpose. A lonely drunk could simply disappear if they offended either party too much, and Sylivar wasn't a fool despite his demeanor. He casts a look around at the assortment of people collected within this house. For the first time since Evermeet, he felt at home. Literally in some ways, too - the adorable eccentricity of Kasha, the mutual jokes with Feliara. Avys's inventions were certainly a sight to behold. The two grumpy 'short ones' in the house provided some entertainment to Sylivar, even if he didn't openly express it. For a moment, Sylivar uncharacteristically sobers up to stare out of a window, staff horizontally locked behind his neck with both arms resting on either side. He thinks about where he's headed in life - sure, booze and all was his vice. But Sylivar finally feels a care in the world for other people. Usually most people on the streets were just obstacles to deal with - but now, he considered the other five in here his friends.
His expression lightens. He resumes his normal shit-eating grin and light swagger in his step, walking out after the rest. "I prefer being local. Let's check out the area. After, I plan to see if the Zhents have anything better to offer than the Yawnin' Portal."
Avys nods at the two looking to venture out and explore the immediate area, "Zhents you say? Aren't they part of the problem Waterdeep is facing with their gang war?.... Let's visit all of the local shops starting with the book shop. Unless you two would like to divide and conquer so to speak..."
His face looks a little concerned regarding the mention the Zhents, though he isn't opposed to hearing their offer if Syl would like to check them out. He'll start to walk out, spellbook in hand and walk over towards the book shop.
KASHA/NOM NOM/FELIARA "Duergar?" he grumbles. "Or this place is haunted." "I'm leaning towards haun-AAH!" she barked, covering her head. A plate was invisibly thrown towards her and smashed into tiny pieces behind her. Suddenly, a half-elven ghost appeared from the kitchen, looking quite miffed. It looks like it wants you to leave, but other than causing general ghosty threats, isn't really hostile. He's dressed in a fine working suit. Classy! "What the..?"Kasha breathes.
BRUVIR/AVYS @ BOOK WYRM'S TREASURE The front of this bookstore is adorned with a charming sign of a gold dragon curled around a treasure hoard of books and scrolls. Inside, the shop is decorated with beautiful hardwood, and the earthy scent of old books permeates the air. The library fills two floors of this three-story building, and it somehow seems to contain more shelves than the building should be able to hold.
A short gold dragonborn's head appears from the third floor. "Hello! Can I help you?"
SYLIVAR You can hear some commotion in the kitchen before you leave.
"Feli, I uh..?"she began, looking away. She showed her the notes from the Factions. "I can't read very well. What do these say?"her voice was a very timid whimper.
Feliara, who had been cleaning for a while already, turned around rather surprised by Kasha's sneezes. Wearing a white dress, something not too fancy and quite comfortable to be in, and a handkerchief like a bandit, the elf looked rather curious. With a barely perceptible smile, she spoke to the half elf slightly alarmed:
"By the four seasons! I hope you didn't catch a cold, little one!"
She then proceeded to cup her cheeks with her hands and take a good look at her face. She lowered her improvised mask before talking again.
"You're not hot... Doesn't seem like a cold. Maybe it's the dust? This place is full of it!"
Laughing softly, she let go of her and grabbed the papers she was offering. After a good while, when she read them all, she grabbed to chairs and put them together for both of them to sit on. She then sat on one of them and gave a few pats to the other one.
"No wonder you couldn't read them, these handwrittings are horrible... Sit here, I'll teach you a bit so you don't get confused by people who are not really polite about their caligraphy"
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Face to Face: DM -- Deepspace & Dragons // Kar'Val - Dragonborn Draconic Sorcerer // Aust Liadon - Summoner--Muntsa's Draconic Adventure
The elf entered just when a plate got smashed right besides Kasha, also almost hitting her. She then, peaceful as a rock, cleaned the bits that landed on her dress before taking a few steps forward and resting a hand on Kasha's shoulder. Haunted house, what a nice detail to not mention to your buyers. She took a long look at that spirit before sighing in desperation. She really hoped that he would be... Servicial. No one wants to go to a haunted tavern, and much less to one where the ghost is an *******.
"So, who do we have here? A ghost, spirit or... A poltergheist?"
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Umbría: Lena - Oni Abyssal Blodrager-- Journey to the West (Pathfinder 1e) // Karzar "Sawtooth" - Soldier-- When Stars Fall (Starfinder)
Face to Face: DM -- Deepspace & Dragons // Kar'Val - Dragonborn Draconic Sorcerer // Aust Liadon - Summoner--Muntsa's Draconic Adventure
Avys nods at the two looking to venture out and explore the immediate area, "Zhents you say? Aren't they part of the problem Waterdeep is facing with their gang war?.... Let's visit all of the local shops starting with the book shop. Unless you two would like to divide and conquer so to speak..."
Sylivar throws a quick wink in Avys's direction. "Hey, we already found our way into a Xanathar's place, right? It can be helpful to make some friends. Especially if they have booze." Syl's face stretches in a giddy smile. He claps Avys on the shoulder before turning to head off.
He swivels right around at the sound emanating from the kitchen. "Or maybe something else is up," he grumbles, lazily swinging his way towards the area where the commotion was sounded. Right above his room, too. How disrespectful.
BRUVIR/AVYS @ BOOK WYRM'S TREASURE The front of this bookstore is adorned with a charming sign of a gold dragon curled around a treasure hoard of books and scrolls. Inside, the shop is decorated with beautiful hardwood, and the earthy scent of old books permeates the air. The library fills two floors of this three-story building, and it somehow seems to contain more shelves than the building should be able to hold.
A short gold dragonborn's head appears from the third floor. "Hello! Can I help you?"
Avys politely nods his head with a slight bow, he walks a few steps in before responding "Hello there, it's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Avys and this is Bruvir. We just moved into the large property a few doors down and are currently fixing it up. We've come to introduce ourselves formally and see what business you might have to offer." his face is plain and his voice is just the slightest bit away from being monotone, just enough to show his interest. "I also brought a book you might be interested in taking a look at, it doesn't look like much, but appears to be inscribed with a handful of spells."
"By the four seasons! I hope you didn't catch a cold, little one!" "No, I- Oh!" "You're not hot... Doesn't seem like a cold. Maybe it's the dust? This place is full of it!" "Yes!" *Sniff* "No wonder you couldn't read them, these handwrittings are horrible... Sit here, I'll teach you a bit so you don't get confused by people who are not really polite about their caligraphy" Kasha laughed nervously, embarrassed, and tried to play it off. "Yeah. That's it. Horrible handwriting! Ha ha!" But Kasha sat, and her did her best to listen. Her cheeks were red.
"So, who do we have here? A ghost, spirit or... A poltergheist?" The ghost looked offended. He huffed, and puffed out his chest. He wrote in the dust. "I am this tavern's barkeep!" More writing. "And it is past closing time!"More writing. "Wow, this place is really dusty." "Who are you people?"
Kasha laughed nervously, embarrassed, and tried to play it off. "Yeah. That's it. Horrible handwriting! Ha ha!" But Kasha sat, and her did her best to listen. Her cheeks were red.
Feliara smiled kindly towards her. She knew exactly how she felt because she was in her spot a pair of centuries ago. Her father pushed her really hard to learn magic and it was usual to find herself not knowing something that should be easy. Slowly and trying to teach her a bit about reading, she told her what it said in those papers. Once she was done, she left them on the floor before turning to the half-elf, with a serious expression. It wasn't a cold stare, but one that transmited the worry that she felt for her.
"Kasha, if you want, I can teach you how to improve your reading skills. It won't be hard and you don't need to feel pushed, but be sure that if you need me I'll be here for you"
(I'm going to give some time to the others to respond to the ghost thing, I don't want to push it without 'em)
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Umbría: Lena - Oni Abyssal Blodrager-- Journey to the West (Pathfinder 1e) // Karzar "Sawtooth" - Soldier-- When Stars Fall (Starfinder)
Face to Face: DM -- Deepspace & Dragons // Kar'Val - Dragonborn Draconic Sorcerer // Aust Liadon - Summoner--Muntsa's Draconic Adventure
Avys politely nods his head with a slight bow, he walks a few steps in before responding "Hello there, it's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Avys and this is Bruvir. We just moved into the large property a few doors down and are currently fixing it up. We've come to introduce ourselves formally and see what business you might have to offer." his face is plain and his voice is just the slightest bit away from being monotone, just enough to show his interest. "I also brought a book you might be interested in taking a look at, it doesn't look like much, but appears to be inscribed with a handful of spells."
"Oh! Welcome! I am Rishaal. I was wondering when someone was going to move into that old manor. Let's take a look at that book while I show you what I offer."
The shop contains books of all sorts. In addition, Rishaal has a small collection of spellbooks and allows wizards to copy spells from them at the cost listed in the Spells for Sale table. He can scribe any of these spells as a spell scroll but charges twice the listed cost for this service.
"Kasha, if you want, I can teach you how to improve your reading skills. It won't be hard and you don't need to feel pushed, but be sure that if you need me I'll be here for you" Kasha looked sad for a moment, as if remembering. "Golly. You're really nice to me, Feli. Back home, Stella would help me try and read, but we..were usually always on missions and stuff, so there wasn't much time. I had coloring books and crayons and children's books."she turned red again. "Sometimes I think that i'm only good at a few things. I can barely read or write. I was never good at school, I just wanted to be outside and stuff. I never really felt like I belonged anywhere until Yvan found me and I joined the Misfits."
She leaned her head against you and sighed. "Thanks for reading those letters to me."
Sylivar staggers into the kitchen and rubs his eyes. His mind runs through the same process as Feliara - a ghost? Spirit? Poltergeist? Duergar???
Sylivar calms down when the ghost explains itself. He leans against a still-dusty wall, arms folded and mop of hair leaning towards one side of his face. "What's this, Feliara? Already found your first employee?" Seeing it not being directly hostile, Sylivar swishes a hand through the ghost's form. It was a first. Perhaps a last, but one thing on his bucket list was to test how a ghost felt. He shrugs. Nothing special. Sylivar takes a swig of some liquor he found downstairs that wasn't entirely off. "We moved in. I suppose the boss of whatever tavern you worked in allowed us here. Who are you? Why are you a ghost? What happened here?"
"Sometimes I think that i'm only good at a few things. I can barely read or write. I was never good at school, I just wanted to be outside and stuff. I never really felt like I belonged anywhere until Yvan found me and I joined the Misfits."
Sylivar sighs. His expression doesn't lose any of its charm - perhaps he was too inebriated to be entirely serious, but his expression slightly sobers. He claps Kasha on the back. "Hey, Kasha - there's a little thing we call teamwork here, and it's when people gather up because each person can do something the others can't. How many people can turn into a giant eagle and lift some dwarves out of danger? Who knows where we'd be without you. And that's the thing - nobody needs to be good at everything, because it's impossible to be good at everything, you see?" Sylivar sheepishly grins. "Math isn't my strong suit, but that didn't stop me from gambling or punching my way to what I want. And it's important to stick with people who can help you - because, in turn, you can help them. I don't know who this Stella or Yvan is, but it sounds like you've found yourself a nice band to roll with. I think anyone in this group appreciates you for who you are, not who you aren't. I'm not the first - and I'm sure I won't be the last - to offer my help with teaching you to read and write how you want; it's just important to know that our appreciation for you is unconditional." Whew. Too much speaking. Sylivar lifts a brow, wondering what their ethereal acquaintance has to say.
"We moved in. I suppose the boss of whatever tavern you worked in allowed us here. Who are you? Why are you a ghost? What happened here?" I am the barkeep on this fine establishment! I am Lif. I died a number of years ago, and maintaining the tavern was my life’s work, and I couldn’t abandon this place in death. Are you saying you're the new owners?
"Hey, Kasha - there's a little thing we call teamwork here, and it's when people gather up because each person can do something the others can't. How many people can turn into a giant eagle and lift some dwarves out of danger?" "Me.."she says sheepishly. Who knows where we'd be without you." "Probably in jail." And that's the thing - nobody needs to be good at everything, because it's impossible to be good at everything, you see?" Sylivar sheepishly grins. "Yeah. You're right."she sighs. "Math isn't my strong suit, but that didn't stop me from gambling or punching my way to what I want. And it's important to stick with people who can help you - because, in turn, you can help them. I don't know who this Stella or Yvan is, but it sounds like you've found yourself a nice band to roll with. I think anyone in this group appreciates you for who you are, not who you aren't. I'm not the first - and I'm sure I won't be the last - to offer my help with teaching you to read and write how you want; it's just important to know that our appreciation for you is unconditional." Kasha's eyes water and she gives you a hug.
The sudden appearing of Syl startled Feliara a bit, who was throwing an arm around the younger one. She listened with curiosity at the other's elf words, which she found really sweet. Feliara gifted him a warm smile after his first pause before turning to Kasha. Syl's words were true, they were a team, a weird one, but a really effective one. Though team wouldn't be the exact term, too formal. She didn't want to admit it but that was truly becoming something that she would call family for a long time.
"Those are some beautiful words, Syl, beautiful as you... When your hair ain't dirty. Jokes apart, you're totally right."
She paused briefly as she chuckled softly. She then rubbed Kasha with the hand she threw around her before she poke again.
"I can't express with words how much I appreciate y'all. You two perfectly know that I couldn't even kill a fly punching it, but I can... Say nice words, or bad ones. And we might not be the best teachers, but be sure that we'll try our best!"
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Umbría: Lena - Oni Abyssal Blodrager-- Journey to the West (Pathfinder 1e) // Karzar "Sawtooth" - Soldier-- When Stars Fall (Starfinder)
Face to Face: DM -- Deepspace & Dragons // Kar'Val - Dragonborn Draconic Sorcerer // Aust Liadon - Summoner--Muntsa's Draconic Adventure
"Oh! Welcome! I am Rishaal. I was wondering when someone was going to move into that old manor. Let's take a look at that book while I show you what I offer."
(Meanwhille back at the bookstore ;p)
After perusing the list of magics available, Bruvir was disappointed to see that there were none of the "Curse Removal" or "Obliterating an Evil Sorceress" variety. Quietly sighing to himself he turned to Rishaal and asked rather abruptly, "Is there anything this neighborhood needs or is lacking? We're trying to open a business that'll be profitable fast in this area."
Sylivar trudged into the manor and immediately situated himself within the wine cellar. While disappointed the beverages within had long since aged to vinegar, Sylivar was obviously enjoying a place to call his own - he made himself comfortable, dragging down an old mattress and some furniture to make a little cave. Some additional pillows strapped onto a pole, too, to form a little dojo to practice his style of fighting. Sylivar claims that a healthy, rigorous diet of training and booze allow him to be, well, who he is.
He eventually decides to walk up and help clean the damn place. While clearly inebriated, he moves with a precision that most people don't have. Even when sober. He leans against the staff with a rag strapped onto one end that he had been using as a mop, blearily blinking his eyes at the menagerie of messages flooding into the house. He wonders what occupation would suit him best - he had been staying out of the Zhentarim / Xanathar's feud for a purpose. A lonely drunk could simply disappear if they offended either party too much, and Sylivar wasn't a fool despite his demeanor. He casts a look around at the assortment of people collected within this house. For the first time since Evermeet, he felt at home. Literally in some ways, too - the adorable eccentricity of Kasha, the mutual jokes with Feliara. Avys's inventions were certainly a sight to behold. The two grumpy 'short ones' in the house provided some entertainment to Sylivar, even if he didn't openly express it. For a moment, Sylivar uncharacteristically sobers up to stare out of a window, staff horizontally locked behind his neck with both arms resting on either side. He thinks about where he's headed in life - sure, booze and all was his vice. But Sylivar finally feels a care in the world for other people. Usually most people on the streets were just obstacles to deal with - but now, he considered the other five in here his friends.
His expression lightens. He resumes his normal shit-eating grin and light swagger in his step, walking out after the rest. "I prefer being local. Let's check out the area. After, I plan to see if the Zhents have anything better to offer than the Yawnin' Portal."
Avys nods at the two looking to venture out and explore the immediate area, "Zhents you say? Aren't they part of the problem Waterdeep is facing with their gang war?.... Let's visit all of the local shops starting with the book shop. Unless you two would like to divide and conquer so to speak..."
His face looks a little concerned regarding the mention the Zhents, though he isn't opposed to hearing their offer if Syl would like to check them out. He'll start to walk out, spellbook in hand and walk over towards the book shop.
KASHA/NOM NOM/FELIARA
"Duergar?" he grumbles. "Or this place is haunted."
"I'm leaning towards haun-AAH!" she barked, covering her head. A plate was invisibly thrown towards her and smashed into tiny pieces behind her. Suddenly, a half-elven ghost appeared from the kitchen, looking quite miffed. It looks like it wants you to leave, but other than causing general ghosty threats, isn't really hostile. He's dressed in a fine working suit. Classy!
"What the..?" Kasha breathes.
BRUVIR/AVYS @
BOOK WYRM'S TREASURE
The front of this bookstore is adorned with a charming sign of a gold dragon curled around a treasure hoard of books and scrolls. Inside, the shop is decorated with beautiful hardwood, and the earthy scent of old books permeates the air. The library fills two floors of this three-story building, and it somehow seems to contain more shelves than the building should be able to hold.
A short gold dragonborn's head appears from the third floor. "Hello! Can I help you?"
SYLIVAR
You can hear some commotion in the kitchen before you leave.
Feliara, who had been cleaning for a while already, turned around rather surprised by Kasha's sneezes. Wearing a white dress, something not too fancy and quite comfortable to be in, and a handkerchief like a bandit, the elf looked rather curious. With a barely perceptible smile, she spoke to the half elf slightly alarmed:
"By the four seasons! I hope you didn't catch a cold, little one!"
She then proceeded to cup her cheeks with her hands and take a good look at her face. She lowered her improvised mask before talking again.
"You're not hot... Doesn't seem like a cold. Maybe it's the dust? This place is full of it!"
Laughing softly, she let go of her and grabbed the papers she was offering. After a good while, when she read them all, she grabbed to chairs and put them together for both of them to sit on. She then sat on one of them and gave a few pats to the other one.
"No wonder you couldn't read them, these handwrittings are horrible... Sit here, I'll teach you a bit so you don't get confused by people who are not really polite about their caligraphy"
Discord: Vápni Jhonson - Half Orc Fey Wanderer -- Hiritos // Sun-Scales - Dragonborn Armorer -- The Breath of the Machine // Acidia Lavenus - Cabal -- Mass Effect: Last Hope
Umbría: Lena - Oni Abyssal Blodrager -- Journey to the West (Pathfinder 1e) // Karzar "Sawtooth" - Soldier -- When Stars Fall (Starfinder)
Face to Face: DM -- Deepspace & Dragons // Kar'Val - Dragonborn Draconic Sorcerer // Aust Liadon - Summoner --Muntsa's Draconic Adventure
KASHA/NOM NOM/FELIARA
The elf entered just when a plate got smashed right besides Kasha, also almost hitting her. She then, peaceful as a rock, cleaned the bits that landed on her dress before taking a few steps forward and resting a hand on Kasha's shoulder. Haunted house, what a nice detail to not mention to your buyers. She took a long look at that spirit before sighing in desperation. She really hoped that he would be... Servicial. No one wants to go to a haunted tavern, and much less to one where the ghost is an *******.
"So, who do we have here? A ghost, spirit or... A poltergheist?"
Discord: Vápni Jhonson - Half Orc Fey Wanderer -- Hiritos // Sun-Scales - Dragonborn Armorer -- The Breath of the Machine // Acidia Lavenus - Cabal -- Mass Effect: Last Hope
Umbría: Lena - Oni Abyssal Blodrager -- Journey to the West (Pathfinder 1e) // Karzar "Sawtooth" - Soldier -- When Stars Fall (Starfinder)
Face to Face: DM -- Deepspace & Dragons // Kar'Val - Dragonborn Draconic Sorcerer // Aust Liadon - Summoner --Muntsa's Draconic Adventure
Sylivar throws a quick wink in Avys's direction. "Hey, we already found our way into a Xanathar's place, right? It can be helpful to make some friends. Especially if they have booze." Syl's face stretches in a giddy smile. He claps Avys on the shoulder before turning to head off.
He swivels right around at the sound emanating from the kitchen. "Or maybe something else is up," he grumbles, lazily swinging his way towards the area where the commotion was sounded. Right above his room, too. How disrespectful.
Avys politely nods his head with a slight bow, he walks a few steps in before responding "Hello there, it's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Avys and this is Bruvir. We just moved into the large property a few doors down and are currently fixing it up. We've come to introduce ourselves formally and see what business you might have to offer." his face is plain and his voice is just the slightest bit away from being monotone, just enough to show his interest. "I also brought a book you might be interested in taking a look at, it doesn't look like much, but appears to be inscribed with a handful of spells."
KASHA/NOM NOM/FELI/SYL
"By the four seasons! I hope you didn't catch a cold, little one!"
"No, I- Oh!"
"You're not hot... Doesn't seem like a cold. Maybe it's the dust? This place is full of it!"
"Yes!" *Sniff*
"No wonder you couldn't read them, these handwrittings are horrible... Sit here, I'll teach you a bit so you don't get confused by people who are not really polite about their caligraphy"
Kasha laughed nervously, embarrassed, and tried to play it off. "Yeah. That's it. Horrible handwriting! Ha ha!" But Kasha sat, and her did her best to listen. Her cheeks were red.
"So, who do we have here? A ghost, spirit or... A poltergheist?"
The ghost looked offended. He huffed, and puffed out his chest. He wrote in the dust. "I am this tavern's barkeep!" More writing. "And it is past closing time!" More writing.
"Wow, this place is really dusty."
"Who are you people?"
Feliara smiled kindly towards her. She knew exactly how she felt because she was in her spot a pair of centuries ago. Her father pushed her really hard to learn magic and it was usual to find herself not knowing something that should be easy. Slowly and trying to teach her a bit about reading, she told her what it said in those papers. Once she was done, she left them on the floor before turning to the half-elf, with a serious expression. It wasn't a cold stare, but one that transmited the worry that she felt for her.
"Kasha, if you want, I can teach you how to improve your reading skills. It won't be hard and you don't need to feel pushed, but be sure that if you need me I'll be here for you"
(I'm going to give some time to the others to respond to the ghost thing, I don't want to push it without 'em)
Discord: Vápni Jhonson - Half Orc Fey Wanderer -- Hiritos // Sun-Scales - Dragonborn Armorer -- The Breath of the Machine // Acidia Lavenus - Cabal -- Mass Effect: Last Hope
Umbría: Lena - Oni Abyssal Blodrager -- Journey to the West (Pathfinder 1e) // Karzar "Sawtooth" - Soldier -- When Stars Fall (Starfinder)
Face to Face: DM -- Deepspace & Dragons // Kar'Val - Dragonborn Draconic Sorcerer // Aust Liadon - Summoner --Muntsa's Draconic Adventure
BRUVIR/AVYS @
BOOK WYRM'S TREASURE
Avys politely nods his head with a slight bow, he walks a few steps in before responding "Hello there, it's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Avys and this is Bruvir. We just moved into the large property a few doors down and are currently fixing it up. We've come to introduce ourselves formally and see what business you might have to offer." his face is plain and his voice is just the slightest bit away from being monotone, just enough to show his interest. "I also brought a book you might be interested in taking a look at, it doesn't look like much, but appears to be inscribed with a handful of spells."
"Oh! Welcome! I am Rishaal. I was wondering when someone was going to move into that old manor. Let's take a look at that book while I show you what I offer."
The shop contains books of all sorts. In addition, Rishaal has a small collection of spellbooks and allows wizards to copy spells from them at the cost listed in the Spells for Sale table. He can scribe any of these spells as a spell scroll but charges twice the listed cost for this service.
"Kasha, if you want, I can teach you how to improve your reading skills. It won't be hard and you don't need to feel pushed, but be sure that if you need me I'll be here for you"
Kasha looked sad for a moment, as if remembering. "Golly. You're really nice to me, Feli. Back home, Stella would help me try and read, but we..were usually always on missions and stuff, so there wasn't much time. I had coloring books and crayons and children's books." she turned red again. "Sometimes I think that i'm only good at a few things. I can barely read or write. I was never good at school, I just wanted to be outside and stuff. I never really felt like I belonged anywhere until Yvan found me and I joined the Misfits."
She leaned her head against you and sighed. "Thanks for reading those letters to me."
Sylivar staggers into the kitchen and rubs his eyes. His mind runs through the same process as Feliara - a ghost? Spirit? Poltergeist? Duergar???
Sylivar calms down when the ghost explains itself. He leans against a still-dusty wall, arms folded and mop of hair leaning towards one side of his face. "What's this, Feliara? Already found your first employee?" Seeing it not being directly hostile, Sylivar swishes a hand through the ghost's form. It was a first. Perhaps a last, but one thing on his bucket list was to test how a ghost felt. He shrugs. Nothing special. Sylivar takes a swig of some liquor he found downstairs that wasn't entirely off. "We moved in. I suppose the boss of whatever tavern you worked in allowed us here. Who are you? Why are you a ghost? What happened here?"
Sylivar sighs. His expression doesn't lose any of its charm - perhaps he was too inebriated to be entirely serious, but his expression slightly sobers. He claps Kasha on the back. "Hey, Kasha - there's a little thing we call teamwork here, and it's when people gather up because each person can do something the others can't. How many people can turn into a giant eagle and lift some dwarves out of danger? Who knows where we'd be without you. And that's the thing - nobody needs to be good at everything, because it's impossible to be good at everything, you see?" Sylivar sheepishly grins. "Math isn't my strong suit, but that didn't stop me from gambling or punching my way to what I want. And it's important to stick with people who can help you - because, in turn, you can help them. I don't know who this Stella or Yvan is, but it sounds like you've found yourself a nice band to roll with. I think anyone in this group appreciates you for who you are, not who you aren't. I'm not the first - and I'm sure I won't be the last - to offer my help with teaching you to read and write how you want; it's just important to know that our appreciation for you is unconditional." Whew. Too much speaking. Sylivar lifts a brow, wondering what their ethereal acquaintance has to say.
"We moved in. I suppose the boss of whatever tavern you worked in allowed us here. Who are you? Why are you a ghost? What happened here?"
I am the barkeep on this fine establishment! I am Lif. I died a number of years ago, and maintaining the tavern was my life’s work, and I couldn’t abandon this place in death. Are you saying you're the new owners?
"Hey, Kasha - there's a little thing we call teamwork here, and it's when people gather up because each person can do something the others can't. How many people can turn into a giant eagle and lift some dwarves out of danger?"
"Me.." she says sheepishly.
Who knows where we'd be without you."
"Probably in jail."
And that's the thing - nobody needs to be good at everything, because it's impossible to be good at everything, you see?" Sylivar sheepishly grins.
"Yeah. You're right." she sighs.
"Math isn't my strong suit, but that didn't stop me from gambling or punching my way to what I want. And it's important to stick with people who can help you - because, in turn, you can help them. I don't know who this Stella or Yvan is, but it sounds like you've found yourself a nice band to roll with. I think anyone in this group appreciates you for who you are, not who you aren't. I'm not the first - and I'm sure I won't be the last - to offer my help with teaching you to read and write how you want; it's just important to know that our appreciation for you is unconditional."
Kasha's eyes water and she gives you a hug.
The sudden appearing of Syl startled Feliara a bit, who was throwing an arm around the younger one. She listened with curiosity at the other's elf words, which she found really sweet. Feliara gifted him a warm smile after his first pause before turning to Kasha. Syl's words were true, they were a team, a weird one, but a really effective one. Though team wouldn't be the exact term, too formal. She didn't want to admit it but that was truly becoming something that she would call family for a long time.
"Those are some beautiful words, Syl, beautiful as you... When your hair ain't dirty. Jokes apart, you're totally right."
She paused briefly as she chuckled softly. She then rubbed Kasha with the hand she threw around her before she poke again.
"I can't express with words how much I appreciate y'all. You two perfectly know that I couldn't even kill a fly punching it, but I can... Say nice words, or bad ones. And we might not be the best teachers, but be sure that we'll try our best!"
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Feli and Syl were good people. Kasha liked them very much. She squeezed harder. Their words made sense, made her feel better. She smiled.
Lif sighed. This is all very touching.
(Meanwhille back at the bookstore ;p)
After perusing the list of magics available, Bruvir was disappointed to see that there were none of the "Curse Removal" or "Obliterating an Evil Sorceress" variety. Quietly sighing to himself he turned to Rishaal and asked rather abruptly, "Is there anything this neighborhood needs or is lacking? We're trying to open a business that'll be profitable fast in this area."
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"Oh! That's a good question. I'm afraid I really don't have an answer to that." Rishaal smiles. "I do, however, have a special! Buy two get one free!"