Project Point: Team Longsword

Citron looks at the elves and says "Le suilon!" (I greet you in Elvish) and smiles before addressing the barkeep.  "Might it be possible there are rooms available for my friends and I, it has been a wet and dreary ride and we could use the respite."

 Adaliza returned a half-curious look to the elves, lightly lowering her head in acknowledgement of their presence and a silent greeting. Next silent (and a bit hopeful) look was addressed to the barkeeper - the rooms would be welcomed.

"A dry room and a warm fireplace, please. The weather here really chills you to your bones," Serandis says as she shivers, half of it the cold piercing through her. The other half of that shiver for the undead workers going about their tasks. She leans up against the counter and looks at the table of elves, happy to see somewhat of a familiar face she'll take her mask off and give the table a warm smile. 

"I would not say no to something warm to eat either."

The elves return the greetings with a few nods and murmured hellos. The barkeep gives you all a smile. "We do indeed have rooms. Will you each be wanting one? We've also got plenty of hot food, included with the rooms for five sovereigns a night."

The elf who was at the bar gives you all a friendly smile and extends a silver-gloved hand for anyone interested to shake. "I'm Liraes," he introduces himself. "What brings you all here to Kessyk?"

"Liraes, well met. I am Serandis Mendaen. As you can tell, I am from the motherland." She will smile as she turns to the barkeep. "Yes, I would like a room and some food." She hands him 5 sovereigns. 

She turns back to Liraes, "And we're here on urgent matters from the warlord. Very private."

"Adaliza," the girl smiled politely and accepted the hand. "And these are Petra and Citron. This seemed too nice a place to pass by in this weather. Are you travelling from Atur or to that city?" There were hardly any more destinations around and she considered the question not really revealing.

The barkeep hands Serandis a room key and moves to the kitchen to get her some food.

"Ah no, we're...I believe your word is tourists? We wanted to see the Karrnathi countryside, not just the cities. This place certainly is different from home." Liraes laughs. "Business for a local warlord, hmm? I won't pry." He smiles faintly. "I do have a question unrelated to your business though. I heard this town is ruled by an undead creature, a mummy elder of the Blood of Vol." He tilts his head. "Is that really true? And if so, is it common here in Karrnath?"

"Oh, I know exactly what you mean. I am from the motherland myself, here on business selling covadish's. But We got pulled into some business that we couldn't say no to." Serandis says in elven, "Are you from Aerenal as well?" She points to the tattooed elf at the table, "I noticed the sacred tattoos. I have them as well, as you can see. For my lost father, who passed at sea many years ago traveling from home to Khorvaire. My most cherished ancestor."

Sera sits up on her stool and continues, back into the common tongue, "It wouldn't strike me as out of place for there to be a mummy leading the town. They have a close connection to the Blood of Vol, though they don't understand who the woman was who their religion is named after. Divinity in one's blood, that's what they say. It is strange. An alien concept to me, they honor their ancestors that become tainted by Mabar. Like it's some great sacrifice. I have not had a great track record in dealing with their "elders"."

"No, this is not true. No the ruling part. Spiritual guidance - yes, but "ruling" is the word for politics, Seekers do not do that." Adaliza was polite and quiet. "Unlike your undead, ours stay away from such things but concentrate on the keeping knowledge, leaving the relationships between livings to livings."

She payed for the rooms for the rest of the company and asked for some food for them too.

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"I can say when things go bad for a town, they blame the Blood of Vol first. Which, at first made a lot of sense to me. But after doing some research our investigation showed that it wasn't the Blood of Vol causing the blight like the townspeople were leading me to believe. It takes all kinds here in the land of Karrns. A hearty people that I am woefully still very ignorant about their ways."

"Yes, we are from Aerenal," Liraes confirms in Elvish. "Shaehas's tattoos are a part of her connection to the very fabric of Eberron." He switches back to Common. "I see, thank you. This country certainly is strange. If any of you wish to speak with us further, you are welcome at our table." He smiles and offers you a slight bow.

The barkeep comes out with several bowls of soup. He hands one to Liraes, and the elf returns to his friends as the barkeep distributes the rest among the four of you.

You have dinner and head to your rooms to sleep.

(I don't think any of you used anything, but if so you can LR, and anyone who prepares spell (Petra) can reprepare, that kind of thing)

The next morning, you come down to have breakfast before heading out. The day is grey and overcast, threatening another day of rain (though it is dry so far). You spot Liraes helping the bartender carry everyone's dishes, eight people evidently a lot for one person, as he brings the elves' breakfast over to their table. The bartender drops off your food with a friendly smile before heading back to the bar to continue his morning duties.

(OOC: Can everyone place where their character is in the scene and what they're doing for me. Basically, I'd like at least a quick post from everyone saying their character's location and if they're eating breakfast, talking, watching the elves, something else, some combination thereof, etc.)

Adaliza would go to the common room, greet elves in Elven, but unless invited, would not impose herself on their merry band. There had to be enough tables for her to unobtrusively have some breakfast.

Serandis will make her way downstairs and join the elves at the table. She will share stories of the farm she grew up in, the temple where she did a lot of her training and studying, and also her distaste of this land's use of Mabarian undead. If permitted, she will ask that her friends join in the breakfast. Mainly Citron, but of course Petra and Adaliza as well. 

Citron will float down the stairs in to the great room and look around, seeing Adaliza seated by herself he will bob over towards her.

"Morning, I see Serandis wastes no time in bonding with her kinfolk...." and he'll tuck in to breakfast.

"Good morning," Adaliza nodded to Citron and said quietly. "Serandis must be quite homesick. This is her first journey outside her lands, right? I think I would miss home a lot in her place and too jump at every opportunity to talk to my people. How is it for you? When it's not just a country change but the whole plane... Honestly, I would be afraid to even consider such a radical move."

"To be honest, it was quite the shock at first. I thought perhaps it a trick of one of the Fey lords as retribution for something I did or said.  But the longer I stayed here, the more I started to think it was just an accident that brought me over, a new adventure to be had.  I have lived a long life so far, and one day will find my way back home, until then, I shall enjoy the journey."

"Oh! I did not realize. Thought your visit was a voluntary one. I ... I admire your bravery." Adaliza looked at Citron with genuine respect but then added. "Who knows, it could be not just an accident but a fate? Material plane influences all others and you were sent to fix something big that is about to happen." Said out loud the idea seemed way too grand, not to say pompous and Adaliza laughed herself. "A wishful thinking on my part. So far we are dealing with nothing bigger than local troubles. Though to us, those who live here, they are quite troublesome."