Mordrun waited until the metal man clanked away before walking up to the guard. He lowered his hood and flashed the guard his ticket and best smile.

'Party of one.' Mordrun said rather chipper. His smile melted away when he heard that the departure was delayed with fifty minutes. 'You wouldn't happen to know where to get the best bite for cheap, would you?' He asked the guard with a sigh.

“There’s Vex’s I suppose. It’s mostly tourist food, but I don’t judge those who eat there. Have a wonderful ride!”

The market returns to normalcy as the ship is swiftly repaired, and Vex’s Brelandish Cuisine is easily spotted, with a large group of people eating inside. 

Preach was looking at the trinket being offered to him for sale when someone bumped into him. That's hard to do, in an area which was relatively uncrowded, which initially led to him to him someone was trying to shove him. He turned, not just his head or torso, but his whole body, and looked down upon the half-elf. His face was really bad at reflecting subtleties, so he let his calm voice convey that he wasn't looking for trouble.

"Yes?"

Mordrun gave a nod to the guardsman and walked over to Vex's Brelandish Cruisine. It was as the guard said: nothing fancy and full with people taking quantity over quality. He approached the counter.

'I'll have whatever you have on special.' Mordrun said to the person behind the counter in his best gruff no-nonsense bounty hunter voice. Which mostly consisted of sounding like he was having trouble swallowing a handful of gravel. 'And something fruity to drink.'

He took his order and sat down at one of the free tables, content to just wait out the fifty minutes before departure. He did not have enough time, nor the energy, to dig around in his backpack for something to do so Mordrun passed the time observing his surroundings. Most was just regular tourists doing regular tourist things but who know, perhaps he would spot something interesting.

OOC: Passive Perception is 13. If a check is needed: Perception 12
I'll deduct the cost of food and drink on my sheet later.

Danys Yarjerit having been living in the wild and not around civilization he decided to go receive his ticket and look around town and take in the sites and food because he is quite hungry and has time to spare.

The green-skinned man, who introduces himself as Oren, is happily looking through vendors' wares when he spies Vex's and is drawn to the commotion. 

"This is so much more lively than the monastery, there's so much happening!"  he says to no one in particular.

Tham to the pilot:

T: Is there something else I Should do while we wait for the repairs  to complete?

“Preform your routine maintenance checks on the ship. They should be done by the time the ground crew fixes our beam. I’ll be waiting for you up here”

Tham picks a crewman and begins the preflight maintenance check, going through each of the control fins, making sure they are all ready for the flight. When they check the fin closest to the damaged elemental strut, something seems wrong...

T: Hmm, The fin seems to be not properly responding to the lever. We must realign it.

Crewman: Yes sir,  it looks like the control rope got detached from the lever, we should reattach it. I'll go grab a new one.

T: Yes please.

After a short while the crewman returns with a new rope. Tham closes his eyes and begins to focus. A faintly glowing symbol appears on his forehead and as his eyes open, they begin to flash with a tiny lightnings. A cloudy hand starts to extend from his real arm ((mage hand cantrip)), detaches the rope from the fin and brings it on board.  Meanwhile, the crewman removes the old rope from the lever and attaches the new one, giving the hand the other end. The hand hovers back to the fin and attaches the new rope to it. Thams eyes return to normal and the cloudy hand disappears in a puff of water vapor. The crewman checks the lever and properly tights the rope. That's better! says the crewman with smile. Indeed it is, lets go  report our findings. Replies Tham and returns back to the pilot.

T: The port control fins control mechanism got damaged, but we managed to repair it. Other fins seem to be working as expected, sir.

((Edit: I hope that bit longer posts (like this one) are OK))

//Longer posts are great. In fact, I like to occasionally award inspiration for great RP

Looking over Vex's, Oren sees a man sitting by himself with a cloak pulled over his face, the barest hint of red skin beneath, and meanders over.

"Hello there, mind if I sit? Are you taking the Skyship today too?" 

As Ildan walks into the warforge he says "Sorry, my mind was wandering, what about I buy you a drink, you do drink right? He will start to walk towards Vex's if the warforge wants to follow him.

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Looking over Vex's, Oren sees a man sitting by himself with a cloak pulled over his face, the barest hint of red skin beneath, and meanders over.

"Hello there, mind if I sit? Are you taking the Skyship today too?" 

Mordrun looked up from his snack to see who had addressed him. It was by all accounts an unusual fellow. For starters, his skin was green. Green was not a natural colour for skin to have. Neither would be blue but Mordrun had not seen anyone of that colouration so far. Second, the man smelled faintly of brine. Which was odd as there was no ocean anywhere near the airship docks. He also looked a bit scrawny, like a good punch would knock him flat on his back.

'Help yourself.' Mordrun nodded towards the stranger. Chatting with a stranger was not something he figured would happen, at least not until he would be on the actual airship, but he figured there were worse ways to pass the time.

He pulled back the hood when he realised a hooded and cloaked figure would come across as suspicious. With the shadow lifted from his face, a visage of red skin, golden eyes and white teeth grinned at the green man.

'I was supposed to board it but it seems we're having a delay.' Mordrun took a sip from his fruity beverage. 'You'd think with all of them eggheads they've got up in here, they'd get everything running on time.'

OOC:
"//Longer posts are great. In fact, I like to occasionally award inspiration for great RP"
Allow me to abuse that sentiment on occasion ^^

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"//Longer posts are great. In fact, I like to occasionally award inspiration for great RP"
Allow me to abuse that sentiment on occasion ^^

 //Do your worst, I can handle it.

Oren smiled greatfully 'finally,' he thought 'someone to talk with!" It had been a long journey from his home to the skyport, most of it spent in solitude until he had gotten closer to civilization. 

He looked the red man over briefly. The gold eyes are pretty wild. 'He looks like guy who can handle himself. Good fella to know!'

He sits down across from the man, "Thank you! My name is Oren, of the Wild Run Monastery. Pleasure to meet you! What takes you to Aundair, if you don't mind my asking?"

(OOC: Oren's voice sounds like a relaxed Keanu Reeves from Bill and Ted lol)

Mordrun brushed some specks of food off of his cloak and scratched his chin. There were two small bony protrusions that jutted out from his chin that he had tried to cover up with a beard. Depending on who you asked, he pulled off the five o'clock shadow with gruff splendor or it looked like he spent the last five days sleeping underneath the lightning rail. Either way, it itched from time to time.

'You always give out your name so readily to strangers?' Mordrun smirked at the green man, now formally dubbed Oren of the Wild Run Monastery, whatever that was. Right now, he was just a funny man with a funny voice. 'Well, as per common courtesy: the name's Mordrun.'

He looked over at the airship to see how much longer the delay was going to take. He was not one for rigid regulations, more preferring to just go with the flow, but for some reason or another, it really irked Mordrun when transportation was not adhering to their own time tables. He was not in a hurry, far from it, but it did cut into valuable vacation time. He had half a mind to just fly to Aundair himself but a quick tap of his foot against his stuff reminded him that he would probably crash and burn from overexhaustion before he would reach the destination. Not to mention that putting in effort was antithesis to being on vacation. Which brought him back to the conversation.

'Vacation time, mostly.' Mordrun answered Oren without looking at him. 'The boss man gave me a break from work and I heard Aundair's quite lovely this time of year.' He turned his attention from the airship back to his conversation partner. 'So, monastery, huh? You on some pilgrimage or something?'

Since the ship was not leaving just yet, and needing neither rest nor sustenance, he decided this was a perfect opportunity to preach a sermon. Heading to the nearest group of people who were waiting, Preach began to hold forth on the teachings of the Silver Flame. He focused especially on peace, charity and virtue, leaving the militant demon slaying aspect of the Flame aside for now. He paced as he spoke, passionate about the subject. Though he held few illusions regarding the likelihood that an unsolicited sermon, from a warforged of all people, would way most of his audience, he still felt that it was worth the time and energy.

//Roll persuasion to convince people about the flame.

Oren chuckled, "I'm a friendly guy, what can I say? Glad to meet you Mordrun. Its refreshing to be out in the world. The monastery is my home but it is very exciting to see new things and meet folks like you!

  No, no pilgrimage for me I'm afraid. I am being sent to Aundair to seek knowledge and/or help from the mage academy. Have you ever taken an airship before?"

Truth be told, Oren was a little nervous about flying in a machine. He didn't really understand how it worked and tried not to think about falling from the sky and failing his master.

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//Roll persuasion to convince people about the flame.

12 Persuasion