Muir doesn't push the issue. He sees no need to anger the giant or host. "May we keep those rings? We will need any advantage possible against NIvarra"
Elthana sits back and takes sips of her drink as the conversation gets tense when the items are brought forth. She's impressed and disappointed by what is produced. Happy to see all her team has scavenged, but at the same time, why is this the first she's heard of it? It is disheartening.
The dagger is interesting. Not the fight with who gets it, she didn't care about that, but why did Mori have it if it actually was the murder weapon of Vox. Did Nivara plant it on her? Just very interesting.
When it came to her turn, she did not have anything to produce to identify, but as for what she could well, do? She informs Ginro that she is a monk trained in shadow arts and have begun to dabble into clericisms.
As the conversation proceeds, Vin is a little surprised by the amount of items brought out for identification. He has nothing personally, and so allows the others the space to chat with Ginro.
As things get heated, he stays out of it, having no wish to press the issue with Ömertyr obviously and rightly so passionate about the dagger.
If things do calm down, and that is a big if, he will answer Ginro's original question.
"My skills and capabilities are mostly magical, but not so much the wizardly spell book type. Although if you have anything to boost my brain power so I understand everything you are talking about, that would be great", he says with a smile, hoping to avoid antagonising anyone any further.
"Actually", Vin adds. "Do you know much about magical vaults, Ginro? We read about one in a diary we came across. There was a pack of cards with it as well. Hold on".
"ah yes, yes! Keep the rings they are beautifully crafted and well worth the help they can summon, even if I do say so myself." Ginro chuckles, "let's see here Vin, this appears to be a deck of illusions, have you drawn a card?"
As members of the group start relaying what their skills and abilities might be, Ginro makes a mental note of each of them and begins muttering through some memory catalogue of items or boons he could provide, "when we are done here I'll get in touch with certain archivists and heads of departments and see if we can arrange to have some items brought for your consideration. Of course we'll also have to fix your rest problem but I think I have a risky idea for that. As for vaults, we have vaults here but it is mostly to keep dangerous or rare materials under control, do you know what kind of vault you are looking for?"
Sam and ömertyr at the bar seem to be not only discussing something in depth but rather enjoying themselves, Ömertyr hits a level of drunk where he starts chuckling at everything he says to Sam and then it slowly develops into raucous laughter from the giant kin. At one point Ömertyr starts dancing with his shoulders whilst bent backwards in an impossible fashion for anyone who owns a working spine. A loud thud draws the attention of everyone in the cafeteria as Ingram slumps off his chair at the bar and hits the floor hard, there is a moment of tension before he raises a thumb to signal he's ok and ömertyr bursts out in a howl of laughter.
Sam joins in on the laughing at Ingram... after they raise a thumb to show they're alright. His conversation with Ömertyr takes a bit of a more somber note for a bit but it's pretty apparent they are choosing to not think about the dreadful things which may be coming and instead just enjoy the here and now.
Eventually they raise their glasses in a bit of a salute. Sam says something to Ö in giant and scowls a bit in the direction of Neferox but a smirk quickly replaces it and the drinks are drunk.
"A deck of illusions? I had no idea it was magical, but that is good to know", Vin replies to Ginro, a little surprised. He flicks through the deck for a minute, counting the cards, before stowing it away again.
He thinks back a moment before saying more about the vault.
"The diary mentioned a lost vault of magical items and riches. Either belonging to, or on Duun. Or both I guess", he says, repeating what Muir had told him back when they found the diary.
Neferox is still lying down, almost looking like she is sleeping as her eyes are closed, but her ears are alert so she is certainly listening.
Sensing a bit of tension over the giant-slaying weapon, Gewyn comments, "How interesting. I have a similar weapon."He taps his shortsword. "A sword of creature slaying. One wonders at the ethics of wielding a weapon designed to be more effective at killing things that can die than it is at slaying large rocks or doors, but I think at the end of the day, the lines of morality are crossed when you wield an instrument of death in the first place. Not when the instrument is made to be even better at dispensing death." He smiles at Ginro
"As you can tell, I'm the thinker of the group. Well... one of them. Not the scholar like Muir, or the inquisitive like Vin. Rather I am the philosopher." With everyone well in their cups at this point, Gewyn leans in and drapes an arm over Ginro's shoulder "For example, here's a conundrum I've been musing over. Through my travels, I have come to discover mortals often carry an inflexibility, a rigid adherence to self that expects the waters of the world to part and flow around them. But the world isn't just water. It's a lot people trying to be rocks, and when the tides smash two of them together, things break. Isn't that right, fella's?" he says, Looking at Sam and Muir, and then Muir's hand. "Me though, I think for most of life, I was seaweed. Rooted to the ground, being bent to the current's whims."
"yes this deck is magical though illusion magic sometimes finds a way of obfuscating itself so I wouldn't worry that you didn't pick up on it right away, it's useful both in battle and for entertainment!" Ginro squeaks at vin in excitement.
"Duun certainly has vaults, he keeps fine historical artefacts of cultural importance and tomes of historical recollections, some of them needing very specific conditions as to not deteriorate, which is where my isle's expertise was brought in, though I'm not sure if or even how one would lose an entire vault... You said you acquired this information from a journal, did you know the source of such information? The reliability of where they got such information?"
As gewyn approaches and puts an arm around Ginro the man gives a slight awkward chuckle along with a surprised "oh!", before listening and processing the info. "I certainly thinks specificity of purpose and history come into play here... Philosophically speaking of course. The weapon may well be the murder weapon of a particular giant, one of the offspring of Jotannam the first, and the creator of this realm, Vox Tontritor. But even more, hmmm, specific to Ömertyr individually, a weapon that possibly killed the creator of his race, and specifically designed to be most effective against him too. He is after all the last storm giant in Thaeir... Not that I'm trying to diminish your point here, I'm no fighter myself so the sentiment regarding weapons in general is well understood.
We welcome thinkers of all kinds, though I do have to admit, your metaphor does leave me lacking, you see I've never had the chance to see any seas, not in person anyway, paintings and recounts of others experiences yes, but.. people being like a tide you say. We on this isle encourage thinking against the wind that others follow, thinking that surprises and fights to be in a different direction than what is expected. But who would be the rocks in this instance? Those trying to stand in the way of natural progress, those fighting against it? Or simply those trying to see a new path in the flow? I do wonder..." Her buries his hook into his beard in thought which does prove to be a bit of a mistake as it immediately gets tangled and has to be saved by his other hand... "Also, What is a seaweed?"
(timey-whimey, who is where and what is said when aside... Since I think for a lot of conversation Sam, Ömertyr and Ingram are a table away? But ignore all that for the sense of discussion, I suppose...)
"A blade is a blade. It has no ethics," Sam says in retort.
"My maul, not a blade but whatever... It doesn't ask to hit things. It doesn't choose to hit things. It doesn't care who or what it hits. It just is. Did I choose this maul to crush walnuts or kill men? To knock in doors or to knock away attackers? The maul doesn't care."
"This dagger of Giant slaying... This dagger has a purpose. Oh hells, it still doesn't care, it still has no ethics or thoughts... But those who enchanted it? They did. They cared. And they wanted Giants dead more than anyone else, it seems. Why? Were they justified? Fracked if I know. Point is though, it is aimed at a specific people. This make the blade somehow more evil? More vile? Less ethical? It's a damned dagger, it is no more or no less than that... Unless you are a Giant, eh?"
"I'd suggest you are not put off by a weapon intended to be specially effective against Giant's because you are not one. So where is the offense, eh? But what if it were a dagger of slaying something you killed about? What if it were a dagger of slaying you?" Sam asks. "How comfortable would you be if I were to commission a Maul of Gewyn slaying? Would you not see a difference between that and me just buying a maul?"
"As for your rigid adherence..." Sam pauses and fights with himself for a moment on exactly how he wishes to reply.
"Ehhhh, what is the point? You and the whisper council have already passed judgement. Who needs to know the truth when you are so rooted to the earth, eh? Bend with the tide, not the facts, right?"
"Anyway... As Ömertyr has pointed out, we're all filthy. All of us have one degree or vampire guts spewed upon us or another during the fight..." Sam says then turns to their host Ginro. "I don't suppose you'd have baths and laundries or such that we could make use of?"
Muir ignores the back and forth between Sam and Gewyn and addresses Ginro "Ginro have you noticed anything odd or out of the ordinary within the last few hours here? The army of vampires appeared at Shenoh's kingdom a few hours ago. I would find it difficult to believe that nothing is happening here in conjunction with the vampires spawns. I also have another question of importance. Has Vox Trontitor given you anything while you were the ruler here or specific instructions for anything?"
Gewyn cocks his eyebrow at Sam's thoughts and turns to orient his body more towards him, taking his arm off Ginro. "A surprisingly good point, Sam. I believe I quite agree with you. The ethics of the weapon itself are null. The ethics of the one wielding the weapon... well if you have decided you are willing to pick up a weapon with intent to kill, it is simply a matter of pragmatism to chose the weapon best suited for the job. I wouldn't pick up a rapier to fight off moving skeletons. But we can perhaps judge the motives of one who chooses to craft or commission such a weapon."
He swirls the last of the drink around in the bottom of his cup and then drains it, raising his empty glass to request a refill. "Hmmm, no. I am not the seaweed any longer," he says to Sam. Sorry, Ginro, seaweed is a type of plant that grows from the bottom of large bodies of water. Slimy, slippery, tossed about by the tides. Ultimately stuck in one place." He eyes Sam consideringly. "That's not me anymore. You know, Sam, last you tried giving your side of things, we were in the heat of negotiations and tensions were high. And we were stone cold sober. What say we get a couple more beers in us, clean up, and we try again to understand each other."
"I didn't", Vin replied regarding the source of the information about the magical vault. If Ginro is interested, he will show him the diary though.
When talk seems to hint towards the issues between Sam and Muir, and Sam mentions the whisper council, he takes no interest. Instead, as long as he has finished talking to Ginro, he heads across to make sure Neferox is ok. Not that he needs to be close to her to ask, but he would rather not stay. He has no interest in what Sam has to say, or Sam's assertion that only he knows the truth and everyone else has it wrong. He and Neferox were both witnesses, they don't need to be told what happened. And right now, he is done with it, and can't see how he can trust or respect Sam again.
At the question about baths or such so the group could clean up, Ömertyr leans over to Sam and says a few words in Giant. Sam nods to him and Ö walks off. "He's going to go look for a shower and a bed to work off his drink," Sam notes. "Says he'll look to see about our animals being transported here once he awakens..."
Sam smirks over to Gewyn when the bard offers him a chance to defend himself. "I've said all I need to say. You've heard all you're willing to hear." Sam looks to Vin and Neferox who are deliberately not participating as proof of this. "Unless the Loxodon wants to thank me for pulling him back from the brink of death after he committed suicide by rat then I think the issue is done..."
That said, Sam looks to Ginro and asks "Baths? Or should I just go chase after the Giant in search of them?"
"anything odd? well if there were roving undead within the halls I'm sure we'd already know about it. We are not a large isle like the others, and I'll have to rack my brains for anthing specifically counter intiative that Vox has requested, we don't get many requests from up there but I think I know of the order that you are speaking of... to clear the air no dragon worshippers or religious radicals have been noted here, nor have we sent any bodies into the thundercloud, that request was particularly gruesome but I found it vague and up to interpretation, either way we have clerics of death here and others who are more inclined to pray usually pray to Vös or Mimir for giudance in there quests for wisdon and knowledge..." Ginro answers acting like he has just been accused of something and seemingly mistaking what Muir was really asking.
Ginro takes the journal from Vin and reads whilst the group discuss the recent tansions and come to no further progress, the discussion does provoke curiosity in the Djiin but he restrains himself and keeps quiet, trying to focus on reading instead.
Ginro does indeed give Sam direction to find himself the utitilies to get himself cleaned up, and somewhere to rest. under direction, Sam speaks to the bartender, who is apparently called Cookie, and gets the necessary items needed to use the facilities, Ömertyr and a very wobbly Ingram follow suit and exit the cafeteria via an adjoining room different to the doors that the group arrived through. "He won't be too far..." Ginro reassures the group with an uneasy smile, but senses that the tensions within the group may mean the rest do not need the reasssurance. "Thought he is right, you are all filthy... Anyway! no real information that I can deduce from the journal.. would you like to keep it Vin or would you let me take it to have its material tested, my thoughts are that if we could find out how old it is and the family of gufa it is from, then cross reference that with the migration patterns of the hafgufa swarms around Thaeir. That will give us the location of where to find the source of the rumour, isn't that neat!"
"No, No, you misunderstand me. I don't think you were sending dead kobolds up. That is not your specialty.... But perhaps there was some other request made from Vox. That request doesn't have to be recent. Vox has been dead for some time now so maybe it was when the request to send dead kobolds up to her was made or some time there after. You see what I am asking now? Each isle, how I understand it, has a place...Shenoh was the army so killing kobolds came easy but perhaps you were asked to do something else? You see now? As for something peculiar happening within the last several hours, it wouldn't be undead, it could be something else....."
Ginro thinks, "hmmm, one thing was asked of us around that time. A simple enough task make a container of the densest material we could. We made a perfect cube of essentially armour, around 10ft by 10ft. When I asked what it was for, you know, design can be informed by the use of such an item, I was told that I was not allowed to know, the only parameters were that it should be near impenetrable and then the size specification..."
Muir doesn't push the issue. He sees no need to anger the giant or host. "May we keep those rings? We will need any advantage possible against NIvarra"
Elthana sits back and takes sips of her drink as the conversation gets tense when the items are brought forth. She's impressed and disappointed by what is produced. Happy to see all her team has scavenged, but at the same time, why is this the first she's heard of it? It is disheartening.
The dagger is interesting. Not the fight with who gets it, she didn't care about that, but why did Mori have it if it actually was the murder weapon of Vox. Did Nivara plant it on her? Just very interesting.
When it came to her turn, she did not have anything to produce to identify, but as for what she could well, do? She informs Ginro that she is a monk trained in shadow arts and have begun to dabble into clericisms.
As the conversation proceeds, Vin is a little surprised by the amount of items brought out for identification. He has nothing personally, and so allows the others the space to chat with Ginro.
As things get heated, he stays out of it, having no wish to press the issue with Ömertyr obviously and rightly so passionate about the dagger.
If things do calm down, and that is a big if, he will answer Ginro's original question.
"My skills and capabilities are mostly magical, but not so much the wizardly spell book type. Although if you have anything to boost my brain power so I understand everything you are talking about, that would be great", he says with a smile, hoping to avoid antagonising anyone any further.
"Actually", Vin adds. "Do you know much about magical vaults, Ginro? We read about one in a diary we came across. There was a pack of cards with it as well. Hold on".
He digs out the cards and shows them to Ginro.
"ah yes, yes! Keep the rings they are beautifully crafted and well worth the help they can summon, even if I do say so myself." Ginro chuckles, "let's see here Vin, this appears to be a deck of illusions, have you drawn a card?"
As members of the group start relaying what their skills and abilities might be, Ginro makes a mental note of each of them and begins muttering through some memory catalogue of items or boons he could provide, "when we are done here I'll get in touch with certain archivists and heads of departments and see if we can arrange to have some items brought for your consideration. Of course we'll also have to fix your rest problem but I think I have a risky idea for that. As for vaults, we have vaults here but it is mostly to keep dangerous or rare materials under control, do you know what kind of vault you are looking for?"
Sam and ömertyr at the bar seem to be not only discussing something in depth but rather enjoying themselves, Ömertyr hits a level of drunk where he starts chuckling at everything he says to Sam and then it slowly develops into raucous laughter from the giant kin. At one point Ömertyr starts dancing with his shoulders whilst bent backwards in an impossible fashion for anyone who owns a working spine. A loud thud draws the attention of everyone in the cafeteria as Ingram slumps off his chair at the bar and hits the floor hard, there is a moment of tension before he raises a thumb to signal he's ok and ömertyr bursts out in a howl of laughter.
Sam joins in on the laughing at Ingram... after they raise a thumb to show they're alright. His conversation with Ömertyr takes a bit of a more somber note for a bit but it's pretty apparent they are choosing to not think about the dreadful things which may be coming and instead just enjoy the here and now.
Eventually they raise their glasses in a bit of a salute. Sam says something to Ö in giant and scowls a bit in the direction of Neferox but a smirk quickly replaces it and the drinks are drunk.
"A deck of illusions? I had no idea it was magical, but that is good to know", Vin replies to Ginro, a little surprised. He flicks through the deck for a minute, counting the cards, before stowing it away again.
He thinks back a moment before saying more about the vault.
"The diary mentioned a lost vault of magical items and riches. Either belonging to, or on Duun. Or both I guess", he says, repeating what Muir had told him back when they found the diary.
Neferox is still lying down, almost looking like she is sleeping as her eyes are closed, but her ears are alert so she is certainly listening.
Muir sits and waits for his turn to ask a question. Deck of illusions he thinks to himself unsure he's ever heard of such a thing.
Sensing a bit of tension over the giant-slaying weapon, Gewyn comments, "How interesting. I have a similar weapon." He taps his shortsword. "A sword of creature slaying. One wonders at the ethics of wielding a weapon designed to be more effective at killing things that can die than it is at slaying large rocks or doors, but I think at the end of the day, the lines of morality are crossed when you wield an instrument of death in the first place. Not when the instrument is made to be even better at dispensing death." He smiles at Ginro
"As you can tell, I'm the thinker of the group. Well... one of them. Not the scholar like Muir, or the inquisitive like Vin. Rather I am the philosopher." With everyone well in their cups at this point, Gewyn leans in and drapes an arm over Ginro's shoulder "For example, here's a conundrum I've been musing over. Through my travels, I have come to discover mortals often carry an inflexibility, a rigid adherence to self that expects the waters of the world to part and flow around them. But the world isn't just water. It's a lot people trying to be rocks, and when the tides smash two of them together, things break. Isn't that right, fella's?" he says, Looking at Sam and Muir, and then Muir's hand. "Me though, I think for most of life, I was seaweed. Rooted to the ground, being bent to the current's whims."
"yes this deck is magical though illusion magic sometimes finds a way of obfuscating itself so I wouldn't worry that you didn't pick up on it right away, it's useful both in battle and for entertainment!" Ginro squeaks at vin in excitement.
"Duun certainly has vaults, he keeps fine historical artefacts of cultural importance and tomes of historical recollections, some of them needing very specific conditions as to not deteriorate, which is where my isle's expertise was brought in, though I'm not sure if or even how one would lose an entire vault... You said you acquired this information from a journal, did you know the source of such information? The reliability of where they got such information?"
As gewyn approaches and puts an arm around Ginro the man gives a slight awkward chuckle along with a surprised "oh!", before listening and processing the info. "I certainly thinks specificity of purpose and history come into play here... Philosophically speaking of course. The weapon may well be the murder weapon of a particular giant, one of the offspring of Jotannam the first, and the creator of this realm, Vox Tontritor. But even more, hmmm, specific to Ömertyr individually, a weapon that possibly killed the creator of his race, and specifically designed to be most effective against him too. He is after all the last storm giant in Thaeir... Not that I'm trying to diminish your point here, I'm no fighter myself so the sentiment regarding weapons in general is well understood.
We welcome thinkers of all kinds, though I do have to admit, your metaphor does leave me lacking, you see I've never had the chance to see any seas, not in person anyway, paintings and recounts of others experiences yes, but.. people being like a tide you say. We on this isle encourage thinking against the wind that others follow, thinking that surprises and fights to be in a different direction than what is expected. But who would be the rocks in this instance? Those trying to stand in the way of natural progress, those fighting against it? Or simply those trying to see a new path in the flow? I do wonder..." Her buries his hook into his beard in thought which does prove to be a bit of a mistake as it immediately gets tangled and has to be saved by his other hand... "Also, What is a seaweed?"
(timey-whimey, who is where and what is said when aside... Since I think for a lot of conversation Sam, Ömertyr and Ingram are a table away? But ignore all that for the sense of discussion, I suppose...)
"A blade is a blade. It has no ethics," Sam says in retort.
"My maul, not a blade but whatever... It doesn't ask to hit things. It doesn't choose to hit things. It doesn't care who or what it hits. It just is. Did I choose this maul to crush walnuts or kill men? To knock in doors or to knock away attackers? The maul doesn't care."
"This dagger of Giant slaying... This dagger has a purpose. Oh hells, it still doesn't care, it still has no ethics or thoughts... But those who enchanted it? They did. They cared. And they wanted Giants dead more than anyone else, it seems. Why? Were they justified? Fracked if I know. Point is though, it is aimed at a specific people. This make the blade somehow more evil? More vile? Less ethical? It's a damned dagger, it is no more or no less than that... Unless you are a Giant, eh?"
"I'd suggest you are not put off by a weapon intended to be specially effective against Giant's because you are not one. So where is the offense, eh? But what if it were a dagger of slaying something you killed about? What if it were a dagger of slaying you?" Sam asks. "How comfortable would you be if I were to commission a Maul of Gewyn slaying? Would you not see a difference between that and me just buying a maul?"
"As for your rigid adherence..." Sam pauses and fights with himself for a moment on exactly how he wishes to reply.
"Ehhhh, what is the point? You and the whisper council have already passed judgement. Who needs to know the truth when you are so rooted to the earth, eh? Bend with the tide, not the facts, right?"
"Anyway... As Ömertyr has pointed out, we're all filthy. All of us have one degree or vampire guts spewed upon us or another during the fight..." Sam says then turns to their host Ginro. "I don't suppose you'd have baths and laundries or such that we could make use of?"
Muir ignores the back and forth between Sam and Gewyn and addresses Ginro "Ginro have you noticed anything odd or out of the ordinary within the last few hours here? The army of vampires appeared at Shenoh's kingdom a few hours ago. I would find it difficult to believe that nothing is happening here in conjunction with the vampires spawns. I also have another question of importance. Has Vox Trontitor given you anything while you were the ruler here or specific instructions for anything?"
Gewyn cocks his eyebrow at Sam's thoughts and turns to orient his body more towards him, taking his arm off Ginro. "A surprisingly good point, Sam. I believe I quite agree with you. The ethics of the weapon itself are null. The ethics of the one wielding the weapon... well if you have decided you are willing to pick up a weapon with intent to kill, it is simply a matter of pragmatism to chose the weapon best suited for the job. I wouldn't pick up a rapier to fight off moving skeletons. But we can perhaps judge the motives of one who chooses to craft or commission such a weapon."
He swirls the last of the drink around in the bottom of his cup and then drains it, raising his empty glass to request a refill. "Hmmm, no. I am not the seaweed any longer," he says to Sam. Sorry, Ginro, seaweed is a type of plant that grows from the bottom of large bodies of water. Slimy, slippery, tossed about by the tides. Ultimately stuck in one place." He eyes Sam consideringly. "That's not me anymore. You know, Sam, last you tried giving your side of things, we were in the heat of negotiations and tensions were high. And we were stone cold sober. What say we get a couple more beers in us, clean up, and we try again to understand each other."
"I didn't", Vin replied regarding the source of the information about the magical vault. If Ginro is interested, he will show him the diary though.
When talk seems to hint towards the issues between Sam and Muir, and Sam mentions the whisper council, he takes no interest. Instead, as long as he has finished talking to Ginro, he heads across to make sure Neferox is ok. Not that he needs to be close to her to ask, but he would rather not stay. He has no interest in what Sam has to say, or Sam's assertion that only he knows the truth and everyone else has it wrong. He and Neferox were both witnesses, they don't need to be told what happened. And right now, he is done with it, and can't see how he can trust or respect Sam again.
At the question about baths or such so the group could clean up, Ömertyr leans over to Sam and says a few words in Giant. Sam nods to him and Ö walks off. "He's going to go look for a shower and a bed to work off his drink," Sam notes. "Says he'll look to see about our animals being transported here once he awakens..."
Sam smirks over to Gewyn when the bard offers him a chance to defend himself. "I've said all I need to say. You've heard all you're willing to hear." Sam looks to Vin and Neferox who are deliberately not participating as proof of this. "Unless the Loxodon wants to thank me for pulling him back from the brink of death after he committed suicide by rat then I think the issue is done..."
That said, Sam looks to Ginro and asks "Baths? Or should I just go chase after the Giant in search of them?"
Muir ignores Sam's provocations again and waits for Ginro's answers to Muir's questions
After Ginro indicates the direction to the facilities, Sam leaves the party.
"anything odd? well if there were roving undead within the halls I'm sure we'd already know about it. We are not a large isle like the others, and I'll have to rack my brains for anthing specifically counter intiative that Vox has requested, we don't get many requests from up there but I think I know of the order that you are speaking of... to clear the air no dragon worshippers or religious radicals have been noted here, nor have we sent any bodies into the thundercloud, that request was particularly gruesome but I found it vague and up to interpretation, either way we have clerics of death here and others who are more inclined to pray usually pray to Vös or Mimir for giudance in there quests for wisdon and knowledge..." Ginro answers acting like he has just been accused of something and seemingly mistaking what Muir was really asking.
Ginro takes the journal from Vin and reads whilst the group discuss the recent tansions and come to no further progress, the discussion does provoke curiosity in the Djiin but he restrains himself and keeps quiet, trying to focus on reading instead.
Ginro does indeed give Sam direction to find himself the utitilies to get himself cleaned up, and somewhere to rest. under direction, Sam speaks to the bartender, who is apparently called Cookie, and gets the necessary items needed to use the facilities, Ömertyr and a very wobbly Ingram follow suit and exit the cafeteria via an adjoining room different to the doors that the group arrived through. "He won't be too far..." Ginro reassures the group with an uneasy smile, but senses that the tensions within the group may mean the rest do not need the reasssurance. "Thought he is right, you are all filthy... Anyway! no real information that I can deduce from the journal.. would you like to keep it Vin or would you let me take it to have its material tested, my thoughts are that if we could find out how old it is and the family of gufa it is from, then cross reference that with the migration patterns of the hafgufa swarms around Thaeir. That will give us the location of where to find the source of the rumour, isn't that neat!"
"No, No, you misunderstand me. I don't think you were sending dead kobolds up. That is not your specialty.... But perhaps there was some other request made from Vox. That request doesn't have to be recent. Vox has been dead for some time now so maybe it was when the request to send dead kobolds up to her was made or some time there after. You see what I am asking now? Each isle, how I understand it, has a place...Shenoh was the army so killing kobolds came easy but perhaps you were asked to do something else? You see now? As for something peculiar happening within the last several hours, it wouldn't be undead, it could be something else....."
Ginro thinks, "hmmm, one thing was asked of us around that time. A simple enough task make a container of the densest material we could. We made a perfect cube of essentially armour, around 10ft by 10ft. When I asked what it was for, you know, design can be informed by the use of such an item, I was told that I was not allowed to know, the only parameters were that it should be near impenetrable and then the size specification..."