Enri stares at the mug, hoping that he can will it into being something other that tepid water. Alas, he has no inherent magical powers, so that's going to be a big fail.
(( It's all good - I haven't been feeling well, and Fenrir's been extra grumpy whenever I tried to reply because of it. ))
Belatedly, Fenrir nods faint agreement to Raff's explanation for being here, as it made some amount of sense to Fenrir. Talindra's doesn't, but he didn't really think it would. He wonders what he knows about faeries, but then food arrives and he's distracted.
Fenrir helps himself to the pizza, meaning he begins pulling tasty-looking bits from the pie, rather than taking a slice properly. He washes it down with the mug of water, offers a faint grunt of disapproval, and then continues to drink as Mortimer asks his question.
Well, obviously he'd have to answer his own question, so he probably should have thought about it before, but Fenrir tended to act rather than think. He casts a wary eye around, but after a seemingly month-long perception check turned up nothing, he assumes he's as safe to talk as it's going to get. He takes an extra long time with the mug, before eventually getting around to answering.
"I'm lookin' fer someone - lookin' fer a man." He says as quietly as his rumbling voice can get. "Reckon he came down here after hearin' the rumors, just like you lot. So, I basically gotta go the same way as ya'll to find him, ya?"
Fenrir thinks about the Wolf, and listens to some vague whispers echoing through his memory for a moment before continuing. "He's... smart, ya know? So I reckon whichever way he went, it's prob'ly the right way. Prob'ly halfway to finishin' ya'll's quest already," he says with a faint grin. "But anyway, I gotta find him. Not really into all the heroics and such, but followin' him, I reckon we'll probably find the source of... whatever this curse is along the way."
Fenrir shrugs, looking a bit uncomfortable. "Yeah. I mean - I meant to. Got distracted with all this Eshek business, though."
"Anyway, I don't like to be too loud about it, ya know? Don't know if you've noticed, but I'm pretty good at pissin' people off. Don't want them to go thinkin' he's an easier target 'n me, ya?"
"Anyway, he wouldn't 'a chosen a guide like ours. He's more the low-key type, ya? I thought maybe that albino dwarf..." Fenrir shrugs. "Anyway, we should get on to the track once we're done here."
Raff taps the table decisively. "That's what I like to hear! Call to action and whatnot!" He stands up. "I'm going to flip out if I have to sit here for much longer."
Fenrir stares off into space while toppings are thrown about. At the waitress's arrival, he stands up, more or less ignores her, and says, "Yep, let's head out. Curses await."
The waitress regards Mortimer with a look that might be pitying, or might just be a complete lack of interest. "Whatever. Thanks for your custom. Come again if you want, I guess."
The party heads out of the restaurant, and heads...?
Fenrir was set to take everyone toward the dinosaur races and investigate Eshek's cursing (and not to bet their new money on dinosaurs - very important part of the plan) but he pauses to reconsider with his party members. Just this once.
Talindra glanced up from her book in time to join the rest of the party in leaving. "We didn't get to check where Eshek was cursed though and I'd like to get that investigated before anything. After that I suppose scale lady is probably about as trustworthy as any of the rest of them. And probably more than some of them honestly."
Mortimer helps himself to a slice, scalding the roof of his mouth slightly on the hot cheese. "What about you, Fender? What are you after?"
Enri stares at the mug, hoping that he can will it into being something other that tepid water. Alas, he has no inherent magical powers, so that's going to be a big fail.
(( It's all good - I haven't been feeling well, and Fenrir's been extra grumpy whenever I tried to reply because of it. ))
Belatedly, Fenrir nods faint agreement to Raff's explanation for being here, as it made some amount of sense to Fenrir. Talindra's doesn't, but he didn't really think it would. He wonders what he knows about faeries, but then food arrives and he's distracted.
Fenrir helps himself to the pizza, meaning he begins pulling tasty-looking bits from the pie, rather than taking a slice properly. He washes it down with the mug of water, offers a faint grunt of disapproval, and then continues to drink as Mortimer asks his question.
Well, obviously he'd have to answer his own question, so he probably should have thought about it before, but Fenrir tended to act rather than think. He casts a wary eye around, but after a seemingly month-long perception check turned up nothing, he assumes he's as safe to talk as it's going to get. He takes an extra long time with the mug, before eventually getting around to answering.
"I'm lookin' fer someone - lookin' fer a man." He says as quietly as his rumbling voice can get. "Reckon he came down here after hearin' the rumors, just like you lot. So, I basically gotta go the same way as ya'll to find him, ya?"
Fenrir thinks about the Wolf, and listens to some vague whispers echoing through his memory for a moment before continuing. "He's... smart, ya know? So I reckon whichever way he went, it's prob'ly the right way. Prob'ly halfway to finishin' ya'll's quest already," he says with a faint grin. "But anyway, I gotta find him. Not really into all the heroics and such, but followin' him, I reckon we'll probably find the source of... whatever this curse is along the way."
"...huh... Should we ask around about this person while we're investigating the dinos- I mean, Meshek's curse?"
Fenrir shrugs, looking a bit uncomfortable. "Yeah. I mean - I meant to. Got distracted with all this Eshek business, though."
"Anyway, I don't like to be too loud about it, ya know? Don't know if you've noticed, but I'm pretty good at pissin' people off. Don't want them to go thinkin' he's an easier target 'n me, ya?"
"Anyway, he wouldn't 'a chosen a guide like ours. He's more the low-key type, ya? I thought maybe that albino dwarf..." Fenrir shrugs. "Anyway, we should get on to the track once we're done here."
Raff taps the table decisively. "That's what I like to hear! Call to action and whatnot!" He stands up. "I'm going to flip out if I have to sit here for much longer."
"Even with the flatbread?" Mortimer flicks a topping at Raff.
Raff deftly catches the topping (some kind of spiced, cured meat... delicious) in his mouth and chews thoughtfully.
"Well, it certainly makes the waiting around easier, but yeah. Even flatbread has its limits."
The waitress returns to your table and asks if you'll be wanting anything else.
"I'd rather like to leave," said Enri, non-plussed the waitress, the food, the water, and literally everything else in his vicinity.
Fenrir stares off into space while toppings are thrown about. At the waitress's arrival, he stands up, more or less ignores her, and says, "Yep, let's head out. Curses await."
"How much do we owe you, miss?" Mortimer asks the waitress. Eating and... um... expeditiously retreating seems like a bad idea.
The waitress does not seem particularly worried that you will leave. "Five silver for the pie and drinks."
Mortimer hands over the coins with a confused look on his face. "But pies are filled with fruit."
The waitress regards Mortimer with a look that might be pitying, or might just be a complete lack of interest. "Whatever. Thanks for your custom. Come again if you want, I guess."
The party heads out of the restaurant, and heads...?
'ONWARD TO ADVENTURE!'
Raff feels as if it's important to begin as loudly as possible.
"I suppose we should find that guide, aye? Everyone all right with trusting the weird lady with scales?"
Fenrir was set to take everyone toward the dinosaur races and investigate Eshek's cursing (and not to bet their new money on dinosaurs - very important part of the plan) but he pauses to reconsider with his party members. Just this once.
Talindra glanced up from her book in time to join the rest of the party in leaving. "We didn't get to check where Eshek was cursed though and I'd like to get that investigated before anything. After that I suppose scale lady is probably about as trustworthy as any of the rest of them. And probably more than some of them honestly."
((Alright where are you heading - dino races or somewhere else? First to reply gets to make the call!))
"To uh..." Raff's confident delivery falters, but only slightly. "The.... Eshek... Place?"