Elthana listens to the other stories. When Morris mentions her lost comrades, she wished she had something stronger to drink. She hadn't thought about them forever and the guilt was now feeling very heavy. Gravity indeed she thought.
Gewyn's truly was tragic and now they had a glimpse into why he always seemed to not only put on a show, but put on a happy face as well. She hoped that he didn't always have to feel he was in a house of lies. She softly says, "You don't have to lie with us. You don't have to put on a show for us. We know you and are very glad you're with us."
As to Sams. She gets up when he is finished and goes over and sits next to him on the stair. She doesn't say anything, but hopes her being there makes him feel a little better. She's lost people sure, ones that hurt, like Morris mentioned, but no one that touched her heart the way Molly seemed to have touched Sams.
She's silent during Griff's story, finding it oddly comforting that this alien from a different planet is willing to share such a story with the likes of them and is also glad he is asking about the red lady as he calls her.
During a lull, she asks Morris, "Excuse me, I.. I realize you are more than you are showing us here and I don't want to think or pretend to guess at what that is, but why did you say my name like that? I was going to drop it, but it keeps gnawing at me."
"ah!" Morris realises his mistake and seems to become uncomfortable, as he speaks further he seems to speak slower, choosing his words very very carefully and stumbling over ideas in his nervousness "your story, uhh, Elthana's story... It is not... Complete. I'm not sure how to word this without overstepping the bounds of my purpose. I'm already treading difficult ground being here, seeing you all before your rise.
Elthana, you are both younger than you know, and, um, in a broader sense older than you would believe. You are not whole, down to the very essence of your soul you are a fragment of another... Until you seek out and destroy your source, or I suppose, are destroyed yourself, you will never be whole.
I'm sorry I cannot say any more, these things will reveal themselves to you, in time... When you are ready, you should seek out Nivara, but if you meet her too soon, Elthana will die and you will become something else..."
Ratosk squeaks out a warning and launches an acorn down, which bounces off of Morris' balding head,
"I know, I know, I'm sorry, it's not as bad as the meddling the gods or demons themselves get up to... Anyway, are we all wanting the story of the, err, red lady?"
Morris gets out a few thick and shallow glasses and pops them on the bar infront of him, he pops the cork on a bottle of unmistakably elvish whiskey, pouring himself a drink and leaving the open bottle on the bar for anyone to help themselves.
Muir looks to each one of his group "Thank you all for sharing your stories. I may not be a part of your merry band but if there is anything I can ever do for any you, just send a message and I will be there to aid you."Muir looks back to Morris who had just be clunked in the head by an acorn "I don't know what any of that means that you said to Elthana but am curious what the story is with your....uh, friend there. I am also interested in your story....How you came to work for Ratosk?"
Elthana listens to Morris and she sits quietly for a moment. Pressing her palm on Sam's knee to help her rise, she heads over to the bar and pours herself a drink. Downing it in one swallow, she makes a face containing the whiskey, then pours herself another, taking a sip, then setting it down.
She turns around and glares at the squirrel, almost daring the little squirt to throw an acorn at her, then looking the man squarely in the eyes, "What do you mean, I'm not whole? How the f$ck am I a fragment of another? And who is this Nivara?" She keeps her voice calm and steady, which with the intensity is almost worse than if she had raised her voice.
"work for Ratosk? My, no, oh! That is a hoot!. No, Ratosk and I are friends, he has his purpose and I have mine, we are together only as a matter of convenience really..."
Morris' good mood withdraws slightly as Elthana becomes very very intense, though he does not step back or seem to recoil, "I fear that any answer I give you will only draw more ire. What you are, is not a good or bad thing, it simply is... I know that the subject is obviously very personal to you, and let me just say, no judgement here. The best way to describe it is maybe like a gem, say a big palm sized ruby is your soul, eh? And then you drop it and a chunk goes flying off and is lost forever, you are like that chunk, or at least your soul is.. it's not whole see?" Morris takes a beat and tries to think on it more before sighing, "you know, it will come to you, honestly... Ask the right people, seek the right path. But heed the warning I gave you, seeking too much, too soon and you will be destroyed."
As Elthana comes and sits beside him Sam offers her as much of a smile as he can. It's not much, but it's there. Sam then leans to the side for a moment, pressing his shoulder to hers for a bit. A silent show of appreciation...
Sam listens to Griff in silence but when he is done cannot help but ask "So your home does have land then? It's not all air and flying?"
Sam is confused by the answer Morris gives Elthana but he does know one thing... "If you seek out this Nirvana, I will go with you. I do not want you dying or becoming anything else but you," Sam says with a bit of a growl.
"Send you a message?" Sam asks Muir. "You're right here with us. I'll just turn and tell you what I need if I have one... Not a part of our merry band? Crap on that noise, you're here with us, you are one of us."
Sam's head then quickly turns to look at Elthana's hand upon his knee and... and Elthana is at the bar with a new drink and asking a question. Sam couldn't even say how much time he lost there but he shook his head and tries to focus on what she was saying.
"Aren't we all just broken off bits of what created us?" Sam asks, confused. "Part one parent, part another formed into a new chunk that has to become their own thing? Why be so mysterious about the obvious? And what's it to you anyway, Morris? What's your part in our lives?"
Morris leans back on the bar once more smiling "that's one way of looking at it Sam, and you're right. But Elthana is different, you're all different in different ways, some more than others and this is where my interest lies. As a storykeeper, all stories are important, but there are some that stand out and so I take a keen interest. That's what it is to me. Though I am merely an observer, an avid watcher, I am not indifferent, I like to see the good prevail.
Anyway, on to Xazgan, the red lady currently paralysed on the floor over there, Xazgan has a very important job, see her purpose is-"
"She is the gatekeeper for hell." Vin interrupts from his perch at the bar, Neferox look around the party trying to guage their reactions. "Nef told me. Sorry I've been quiet, I've had a lot to think about, lots of memories flooding back, great hot chocolate by the way." He nods to Morris as he lifts his empty mug, "if I didn't know any better I would swear that this is the exact hot chocolate I received after Neferox saved me, the first day we met, I should have died that day, but I didn't. Neferox saved me, that is my story and that's all ther is to it."
Morris seems surprised at Vin, but continues nonetheless, "yes, uh, young master vin is correct, Xazgan is a gatekeeper of hell, specifically the one preventing demons and devils from entering this plane, back when that gate was open anyway. Though one day a conspiracy of demon kin, high in the ranks began to work together, something that was unheard of up until that point. With their combined powers they slew Xazgan here, and like most demons, upon her death she began anew, a pitiful creature that starts at the lowest levels and works its way up the ranks, growing and gaining power the more souls they consume, the more deals they make, and the more they betray their 'superiors'. After a thousand years Xazgan has regained much of her power, power enough to become a target once more, but her purpose is moot, for as long as the portals remain closed she is not needed. But she will be needed once more, likely soon in fact. And that is why she resides here, I am keeping her to prevent her death, to make sure she has enough power to fill her role when the time comes."
"Why are the gates to hell closed? How?" Sam asks. "And is it a gate or a... What is the word you used? A portal?" Portal? That's a new word for Sam. Two whole syllables... Or so he acts.
"And to cut to the meat of it, if the demon cannot protect itself now then how would it be strong enough to do so once it has a job it has to do? Wouldn't a job just make them more of a target? And more distracted?"
"the hag Rynwell is dead and so I have her story" Morris taps his head, "we both know very well that you are all wise to portals. Don't we Sam?
This demon can very much protect herself, that's why I've employed the use of that restraining mask there. She will be strong enough when she needs to be, I will see to it. That is part of the deal I made with her.
You will all be stronger too. Should you wish it, consider it a thanks. You all provided truths of yourselves, stories of your differences, your humble beginnings, and as such I hold up my end of the bargain." Morris splays his arms out in a 'Ta-da!' type fashion but nothing changes in the bar. Though each member of the group who took their drink realises that they feel refreshed, as if having just taken a long sleep and a meal. "You can stay as long as you like, but as you leave here you can get a head start back to marblestead. An extra day can't hurt, right?"
Elthana looks more confused than ever, "It will come to me? What will? The rest of my soul?" She looks at Sam as he adds that it isn't any different than anyone else and her scowl deepens, "No, he said I was different. You have a whole soul, I apparently do not."
She seems to withdraw into herself as talk of the portals and the demon continue. She slowly finishes her drink but doesn't look to anyone else.
Gewyn finishes his drink in silence, but Elthana's revelation cuts through his brooding self-pity. "Hey, El?" he says from a few seats away. "Not to say our situations are similar, but it seems they are similarly complicated. At least I have the benefit of having received a few answers lately. But I just wanted to say, it's okay to feel however you feel about this. We'll figure it out."
With stories given and rest magically imbued, Morris thanks the group and directs Ratosk to unlock the door. Once Ratosk has done this, the squirrel scampers on over to Muir and leaves a handful of berries in the druid's hands, "for the horses!" Morris explains, "with those they'll be able to power through the night and by the time you reach Marblestead they'll rest for two days. I thank you all and I will see you again."
Once outside it becomes apparent that Morris was indeed telling the truth, even though a few hours has passed, the last ghosts of the days light is still disappearing over the horizon, as nearly no time has passed in this realm since the party arrived at the encampment.
The horses happily eat the berries and immediately the days exhaustion seems to shed from their bodies, they fuss and neigh, pulling at their reins wanting to go.
It is during the first few hours of travel that the more perceptible members of the party feel something different, something inside them feels slightly better, stronger or wiser, more reactive or healthier. Odd.
The moonlight basks the snowy embankments in pale light, illuminating the path ahead and by the hints of the first lights of dawn creep across the sky, the city of marblestead is within sight.
(Everyone receives a boon from Morris, and can choose 1 ability score to increase by 1)
Sam nods to Gewyn, appreciating his words to their companion. “Your soul is just fine,” Sam says softly with a glance to Elthana.
“And I’ll happily clobber any who say different,” he adds in a sterner tone, eyes moving to Morris.
“If there is something to figure out or whatever, we’ll do it. Don’t you worry.”
All in all, Sam is happy to leave the bar and shivers once he steps out of it. “Trees! Am I right or am I right? Not natural, the insides.. just not right.”
Back at camp Sam takes a look around for the rock dude, or the path he may have made. He’s given up on communicating as that didn’t seem to work at all but Sam’s at least like to make sure it was on a clear enough path…
After breaking camp Sam would drive the carriage, reinvigorated and ready to drive through the quiet night…
Muir hops on his horse and rides along side the carriage. "I have to say that your stories were all very insightful. I am glad you all shared. It seems although we come from different "worlds" we are all very similar in our stories. Stories of grief built us and shaped us. I for one am happy to found you all. I meant what I said in the tree. If I am sent elsewhere and no longer a part of your group, all you need to do is send word to me through the birds and I will come to your aid."
"So Griff will know where to find you, eh?" Sam asks, a little bit sarcastically. "Thought he was looking to leave us too..."
"Speaking of, what are we doing about him anyway?" Sam asks, voice raising to include the whole group. "Sounds from Jimmy there'll be a welcoming party awaiting us as we get within sight of Marblestead. Not many like Griff around those parts, eh? How exactly do we explain him? I suppose we could try and sneak him in but seems that'd cause even more ruckus if he was found..."
Elthana gives a soft smile to Sam at his words, but doesn't say anymore as they leave the tree and head off towards Marblestead. The gnawing feeling in the back of her head doesn't seem to want to go away and in fact seems to grow some as they reach their fair city. She takes in the grandeur of it all as they approach, wondering if she's actually glad to be back or not.
To Muir, "I'm glad you're with us as well" she says to him hours later, but she is just sort of coming out of her own reverie.
"Griff? Well, if he would like to get back as soon as possible..." she turns to arakocra, "How about I ride Gust now to the treasury, try and steer clear of this welcoming party Sam talks about and you fly from above, keeping tabs on me and meet me at the treasury? Then I'll be able to get you home from there."
Turning back to the rest, "Then I'll come back and meet up with you guys?"
"are we needing to be sneaking me?" Asks Griff, "what is going to be happening if I am being discovered?" Concern lays itself thick across the Aarakocra's face as Elthana makes her suggestion, "I am wanting to go home as soon as possible, no doubting. But am I being in danger here in this city?" His hand instinctively touches the pommel of his longsword making sure the weapon is still there.
"I hope not in danger but..." Sam is unsure exactly how to express his concerns. "You are different than people are used to. Not everyone takes well to different. Specially when there's been battles against different creatures. Fear makes people stupid, eh? Or at least can. You get one scared idiot who loudly claims you are 'one of them' because you are also different and... It is hard to know."
"Also, portals are very hush hush and if people are trying to keep them secret you can't be sure what lengths they will go to."
"Mind you, if you enter with us, I'll have your back and do what I can to make sure nothing happens to you. But I am only one man and not a very important one at that."
"Sam's right," Gewyn says. "It's usually best not to give people a chance to demonstrate the degree of tolerance they have. I'll make some ruckus to draw attention to our entrance, and that should give you and Elthana an opportunity for discretion."Gewyn gets out his pipes and prepares to start playing cheery fanfare as they approach the city and any who may be awaiting their arrival.
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Elthana listens to the other stories. When Morris mentions her lost comrades, she wished she had something stronger to drink. She hadn't thought about them forever and the guilt was now feeling very heavy. Gravity indeed she thought.
Gewyn's truly was tragic and now they had a glimpse into why he always seemed to not only put on a show, but put on a happy face as well. She hoped that he didn't always have to feel he was in a house of lies. She softly says, "You don't have to lie with us. You don't have to put on a show for us. We know you and are very glad you're with us."
As to Sams. She gets up when he is finished and goes over and sits next to him on the stair. She doesn't say anything, but hopes her being there makes him feel a little better. She's lost people sure, ones that hurt, like Morris mentioned, but no one that touched her heart the way Molly seemed to have touched Sams.
She's silent during Griff's story, finding it oddly comforting that this alien from a different planet is willing to share such a story with the likes of them and is also glad he is asking about the red lady as he calls her.
During a lull, she asks Morris, "Excuse me, I.. I realize you are more than you are showing us here and I don't want to think or pretend to guess at what that is, but why did you say my name like that? I was going to drop it, but it keeps gnawing at me."
"ah!" Morris realises his mistake and seems to become uncomfortable, as he speaks further he seems to speak slower, choosing his words very very carefully and stumbling over ideas in his nervousness "your story, uhh, Elthana's story... It is not... Complete. I'm not sure how to word this without overstepping the bounds of my purpose. I'm already treading difficult ground being here, seeing you all before your rise.
Elthana, you are both younger than you know, and, um, in a broader sense older than you would believe. You are not whole, down to the very essence of your soul you are a fragment of another... Until you seek out and destroy your source, or I suppose, are destroyed yourself, you will never be whole.
I'm sorry I cannot say any more, these things will reveal themselves to you, in time... When you are ready, you should seek out Nivara, but if you meet her too soon, Elthana will die and you will become something else..."
Ratosk squeaks out a warning and launches an acorn down, which bounces off of Morris' balding head,
"I know, I know, I'm sorry, it's not as bad as the meddling the gods or demons themselves get up to... Anyway, are we all wanting the story of the, err, red lady?"
Morris gets out a few thick and shallow glasses and pops them on the bar infront of him, he pops the cork on a bottle of unmistakably elvish whiskey, pouring himself a drink and leaving the open bottle on the bar for anyone to help themselves.
Muir looks to each one of his group "Thank you all for sharing your stories. I may not be a part of your merry band but if there is anything I can ever do for any you, just send a message and I will be there to aid you." Muir looks back to Morris who had just be clunked in the head by an acorn "I don't know what any of that means that you said to Elthana but am curious what the story is with your....uh, friend there. I am also interested in your story....How you came to work for Ratosk?"
Elthana listens to Morris and she sits quietly for a moment. Pressing her palm on Sam's knee to help her rise, she heads over to the bar and pours herself a drink. Downing it in one swallow, she makes a face containing the whiskey, then pours herself another, taking a sip, then setting it down.
She turns around and glares at the squirrel, almost daring the little squirt to throw an acorn at her, then looking the man squarely in the eyes, "What do you mean, I'm not whole? How the f$ck am I a fragment of another? And who is this Nivara?" She keeps her voice calm and steady, which with the intensity is almost worse than if she had raised her voice.
"work for Ratosk? My, no, oh! That is a hoot!. No, Ratosk and I are friends, he has his purpose and I have mine, we are together only as a matter of convenience really..."
Morris' good mood withdraws slightly as Elthana becomes very very intense, though he does not step back or seem to recoil, "I fear that any answer I give you will only draw more ire. What you are, is not a good or bad thing, it simply is... I know that the subject is obviously very personal to you, and let me just say, no judgement here. The best way to describe it is maybe like a gem, say a big palm sized ruby is your soul, eh? And then you drop it and a chunk goes flying off and is lost forever, you are like that chunk, or at least your soul is.. it's not whole see?" Morris takes a beat and tries to think on it more before sighing, "you know, it will come to you, honestly... Ask the right people, seek the right path. But heed the warning I gave you, seeking too much, too soon and you will be destroyed."
As Elthana comes and sits beside him Sam offers her as much of a smile as he can. It's not much, but it's there. Sam then leans to the side for a moment, pressing his shoulder to hers for a bit. A silent show of appreciation...
Sam listens to Griff in silence but when he is done cannot help but ask "So your home does have land then? It's not all air and flying?"
Sam is confused by the answer Morris gives Elthana but he does know one thing... "If you seek out this Nirvana, I will go with you. I do not want you dying or becoming anything else but you," Sam says with a bit of a growl.
"Send you a message?" Sam asks Muir. "You're right here with us. I'll just turn and tell you what I need if I have one... Not a part of our merry band? Crap on that noise, you're here with us, you are one of us."
Sam's head then quickly turns to look at Elthana's hand upon his knee and... and Elthana is at the bar with a new drink and asking a question. Sam couldn't even say how much time he lost there but he shook his head and tries to focus on what she was saying.
"Aren't we all just broken off bits of what created us?" Sam asks, confused. "Part one parent, part another formed into a new chunk that has to become their own thing? Why be so mysterious about the obvious? And what's it to you anyway, Morris? What's your part in our lives?"
Morris leans back on the bar once more smiling "that's one way of looking at it Sam, and you're right. But Elthana is different, you're all different in different ways, some more than others and this is where my interest lies. As a storykeeper, all stories are important, but there are some that stand out and so I take a keen interest. That's what it is to me. Though I am merely an observer, an avid watcher, I am not indifferent, I like to see the good prevail.
Anyway, on to Xazgan, the red lady currently paralysed on the floor over there, Xazgan has a very important job, see her purpose is-"
"She is the gatekeeper for hell." Vin interrupts from his perch at the bar, Neferox look around the party trying to guage their reactions. "Nef told me. Sorry I've been quiet, I've had a lot to think about, lots of memories flooding back, great hot chocolate by the way." He nods to Morris as he lifts his empty mug, "if I didn't know any better I would swear that this is the exact hot chocolate I received after Neferox saved me, the first day we met, I should have died that day, but I didn't. Neferox saved me, that is my story and that's all ther is to it."
Morris seems surprised at Vin, but continues nonetheless, "yes, uh, young master vin is correct, Xazgan is a gatekeeper of hell, specifically the one preventing demons and devils from entering this plane, back when that gate was open anyway. Though one day a conspiracy of demon kin, high in the ranks began to work together, something that was unheard of up until that point. With their combined powers they slew Xazgan here, and like most demons, upon her death she began anew, a pitiful creature that starts at the lowest levels and works its way up the ranks, growing and gaining power the more souls they consume, the more deals they make, and the more they betray their 'superiors'. After a thousand years Xazgan has regained much of her power, power enough to become a target once more, but her purpose is moot, for as long as the portals remain closed she is not needed. But she will be needed once more, likely soon in fact. And that is why she resides here, I am keeping her to prevent her death, to make sure she has enough power to fill her role when the time comes."
"Why are the gates to hell closed? How?" Sam asks. "And is it a gate or a... What is the word you used? A portal?" Portal? That's a new word for Sam. Two whole syllables... Or so he acts.
"And to cut to the meat of it, if the demon cannot protect itself now then how would it be strong enough to do so once it has a job it has to do? Wouldn't a job just make them more of a target? And more distracted?"
"the hag Rynwell is dead and so I have her story" Morris taps his head, "we both know very well that you are all wise to portals. Don't we Sam?
This demon can very much protect herself, that's why I've employed the use of that restraining mask there. She will be strong enough when she needs to be, I will see to it. That is part of the deal I made with her.
You will all be stronger too. Should you wish it, consider it a thanks. You all provided truths of yourselves, stories of your differences, your humble beginnings, and as such I hold up my end of the bargain." Morris splays his arms out in a 'Ta-da!' type fashion but nothing changes in the bar. Though each member of the group who took their drink realises that they feel refreshed, as if having just taken a long sleep and a meal. "You can stay as long as you like, but as you leave here you can get a head start back to marblestead. An extra day can't hurt, right?"
Elthana looks more confused than ever, "It will come to me? What will? The rest of my soul?" She looks at Sam as he adds that it isn't any different than anyone else and her scowl deepens, "No, he said I was different. You have a whole soul, I apparently do not."
She seems to withdraw into herself as talk of the portals and the demon continue. She slowly finishes her drink but doesn't look to anyone else.
Gewyn finishes his drink in silence, but Elthana's revelation cuts through his brooding self-pity. "Hey, El?" he says from a few seats away. "Not to say our situations are similar, but it seems they are similarly complicated. At least I have the benefit of having received a few answers lately. But I just wanted to say, it's okay to feel however you feel about this. We'll figure it out."
Hearing her name, Elthana looks over to Gewyn and hearing what he has to say... she nods and smiles at her friend. "Thanks Gewyn, that means a lot."
With stories given and rest magically imbued, Morris thanks the group and directs Ratosk to unlock the door. Once Ratosk has done this, the squirrel scampers on over to Muir and leaves a handful of berries in the druid's hands, "for the horses!" Morris explains, "with those they'll be able to power through the night and by the time you reach Marblestead they'll rest for two days. I thank you all and I will see you again."
Once outside it becomes apparent that Morris was indeed telling the truth, even though a few hours has passed, the last ghosts of the days light is still disappearing over the horizon, as nearly no time has passed in this realm since the party arrived at the encampment.
The horses happily eat the berries and immediately the days exhaustion seems to shed from their bodies, they fuss and neigh, pulling at their reins wanting to go.
It is during the first few hours of travel that the more perceptible members of the party feel something different, something inside them feels slightly better, stronger or wiser, more reactive or healthier. Odd.
The moonlight basks the snowy embankments in pale light, illuminating the path ahead and by the hints of the first lights of dawn creep across the sky, the city of marblestead is within sight.
(Everyone receives a boon from Morris, and can choose 1 ability score to increase by 1)
Sam nods to Gewyn, appreciating his words to their companion. “Your soul is just fine,” Sam says softly with a glance to Elthana.
“And I’ll happily clobber any who say different,” he adds in a sterner tone, eyes moving to Morris.
“If there is something to figure out or whatever, we’ll do it. Don’t you worry.”
All in all, Sam is happy to leave the bar and shivers once he steps out of it. “Trees! Am I right or am I right? Not natural, the insides.. just not right.”
Back at camp Sam takes a look around for the rock dude, or the path he may have made. He’s given up on communicating as that didn’t seem to work at all but Sam’s at least like to make sure it was on a clear enough path…
After breaking camp Sam would drive the carriage, reinvigorated and ready to drive through the quiet night…
Muir hops on his horse and rides along side the carriage. "I have to say that your stories were all very insightful. I am glad you all shared. It seems although we come from different "worlds" we are all very similar in our stories. Stories of grief built us and shaped us. I for one am happy to found you all. I meant what I said in the tree. If I am sent elsewhere and no longer a part of your group, all you need to do is send word to me through the birds and I will come to your aid."
"So Griff will know where to find you, eh?" Sam asks, a little bit sarcastically. "Thought he was looking to leave us too..."
"Speaking of, what are we doing about him anyway?" Sam asks, voice raising to include the whole group. "Sounds from Jimmy there'll be a welcoming party awaiting us as we get within sight of Marblestead. Not many like Griff around those parts, eh? How exactly do we explain him? I suppose we could try and sneak him in but seems that'd cause even more ruckus if he was found..."
Elthana gives a soft smile to Sam at his words, but doesn't say anymore as they leave the tree and head off towards Marblestead. The gnawing feeling in the back of her head doesn't seem to want to go away and in fact seems to grow some as they reach their fair city. She takes in the grandeur of it all as they approach, wondering if she's actually glad to be back or not.
To Muir, "I'm glad you're with us as well" she says to him hours later, but she is just sort of coming out of her own reverie.
"Griff? Well, if he would like to get back as soon as possible..." she turns to arakocra, "How about I ride Gust now to the treasury, try and steer clear of this welcoming party Sam talks about and you fly from above, keeping tabs on me and meet me at the treasury? Then I'll be able to get you home from there."
Turning back to the rest, "Then I'll come back and meet up with you guys?"
"are we needing to be sneaking me?" Asks Griff, "what is going to be happening if I am being discovered?" Concern lays itself thick across the Aarakocra's face as Elthana makes her suggestion, "I am wanting to go home as soon as possible, no doubting. But am I being in danger here in this city?" His hand instinctively touches the pommel of his longsword making sure the weapon is still there.
"I hope not in danger but..." Sam is unsure exactly how to express his concerns. "You are different than people are used to. Not everyone takes well to different. Specially when there's been battles against different creatures. Fear makes people stupid, eh? Or at least can. You get one scared idiot who loudly claims you are 'one of them' because you are also different and... It is hard to know."
"Also, portals are very hush hush and if people are trying to keep them secret you can't be sure what lengths they will go to."
"Mind you, if you enter with us, I'll have your back and do what I can to make sure nothing happens to you. But I am only one man and not a very important one at that."
"Sam's right," Gewyn says. "It's usually best not to give people a chance to demonstrate the degree of tolerance they have. I'll make some ruckus to draw attention to our entrance, and that should give you and Elthana an opportunity for discretion." Gewyn gets out his pipes and prepares to start playing cheery fanfare as they approach the city and any who may be awaiting their arrival.