Vin is only half concentrating as Muir and Elthana are asking him questions, but turns his attention back to them after a fairly long moment of focussing on Nef.
”Why do you keep asking me that, Muir? It’s as if you are expecting me to say yes, but I really don’t think so”.
To Elthana he replies with a little grin, “I only know one way to meet him for certain, but I don’t recommend it”. He looks to see if she gets his meaning before adding, “Too soon to joke about it?”.
“Just making sure we got the other pieces of you. I apologize for my questions but one last one. Is there anything else you can remember? Anything you saw, heard etc.”
Sam has kept himself busy and a bit separate from the others, not wanting to crowd the Kid or seem like he was mothering him or anything, so instead he saw to the groups things - organizing and putting everything to right and all. He doesn't much partake in the questions but he does keep an ear on them... And the answers. Sam half thought that perhaps some of Vin's memories had gotten stuck inside the mutt but now it seems it was that shyster in the tree... The one collecting stories. Seems he wasn't happy enough with what he was freely given and he's become a taker...
"We will find Morris again," Sam says softly but with menace. "One does not take from the Peacekeepers and expect the peace to be kept. He will return ALL that is ours..." Sam continues on with his made up chores and cleaning and such, making a point of not to make a big show of his threat. But he took it to heart. He intended to carry through with it whatever it took.
Vin moves back to the hammock and shakes his head, "Nothing I can think of right now, and trying to make sense of my memories just makes the ache in my head worse. Anyone got any water? All I can taste right now is my own blood".
Neferox curls up right underneath his hammock, but her eyes definitely do not close, as she maintains a watch over him.
Looking at least somewhat relieved by Vin's answers, Gewyn unstops his waterskin and mutters a few quick words over it. Then he hands it over. Though the contents look and flow like water, the smell of hot chocolate wafts out. The water has a taste to match. "Regarding us hanging over a portal together, that memory was particularly harrowing, and its return may belong at the bottom of your priority list." He half smiles jokingly.
Much like Muir, though, he does cast a look at Elthana. More questions for later.
Just then the door to the small cabin opens and in walks the black dragonborn, his eye now covered in bloodied hempen bandages. The newcomer grunts something to Griff in Auran before the Aarakocra stands and says, "the captain is wanting to be talking to me, I will returning to you soon."
The dragonborn looks around the room his gaze lingering in Muir with a little anger and frustration.
"Thank you for helping out there, we got unlucky. Running into a False-brood Chimera Mother like that... They are more aggressive than usual on account of their children being parasites from another nest. Manticore and Chimera are natural enemies, but when Manticore mothers drop their offspring in unattended Chimera nests... Oh I'm rambling, it doesn't matter, you guys helped and Gale is pissed, but you did the right thing." He then turns fully to face Muir, "you though, you should not have done what you did, you are outsiders correct? Maybe that is why you do not know?"
Elthana also catches the look from Gewyn and doesn't know how to respond. She does know she is glad she told her friends what she had found out, she doesn't think she could carry the weight of it on her own.
As the dragonborn states that Gale is angry, she turns to her hammock in a huff. She does listen to what he says about the manticores and chimeras. Very interesting indeed. She tries to go to sleep, but all she can think about is Morris and his thieving of memories. And what did he mean by what he said about Nivara?
"necromancy here is the worst of the worst, it brings bad luck and terrible omens, it invokes nectyran... You didn't know, it's a mistake, luckily not many of the crew saw you, Gale didn't see it, I've sworn the others to secrecy but they'll likely refuse you all travel if you want to return, you'll have to find some other crew..." The dragon born starts pacing a little as his speech quickens in mild panic.
"Necra what?" Sam asks with some bite. "I don't know what you think you seen or anything but all he did was heal one of our own was injured. Who was injured protecting you and your crew, I may add. If you fellows wouldn't do the same for you... Well, you need better fellows."
"We will get what we paid for. We ask no more. We expect no less."
For his part the brown bear lets out a bit of a chuff and then yawns. They keep an eye on the dragonborn but make no agressive moves...
Vin accepts the hot chocolate flavoured and scented water-skin from Gewyn gratefully, and takes a swig. He swills it around in his mouth for a couple of seconds before finally swallowing it.
"Thanks, I needed that. And it is not a memory I would choose to bring up, it was just one he showed me", he says as the dragonborn enters. At first he feels quite proud of his companions, after all even though he himself turned out to be pretty useless at defending the big bird, the others must have fought them off. But then the dragonborn berates Muir, and he has a good idea why.
He opens his mouth to speak, but Sam gets there first, looking to conceal the true nature of what Muir did. He is a bit torn, he wants to take the dragonborn to task for effectively wishing him dead, but he also doesn't want to blow the ruse. After all, Sam was pretty convincing.
"if that's what it was then fine, I'm sorry, but I can't tell you that it didn't look like necromancy and that's what a couple of the others saw...
I've already thanked you for the damn help, and covered your asses so that you'll get what you paid for. I also distracted your guard so I could talk to you all in private... So do you want to listen or do you want some kind of pat on the back?" The dragon born grunts back at Sam in frustration before turning his back on the half orc and addressing the rest of the group, "you're all headed to the broken isles right? What do you know of it?"
"I don't need your thanks," Sam replies, putting a hand on the dragonborn and turning him back around to face him. "I also don't need your grief is all. If others have questions as to what they saw you can tell them to speak to me... I will be happy to set them straight."
"Don't get me wrong... I mean no ill towards you or yours. It just felt like you were in here accusing us of some foulness we know nothing about is all. Apologies if that is not the case..."
The dragonborn gives a nod of acceptance to Sam "fine. But if you understood then maybe you'd be more careful..." He shrugs Sam's hand away and takes a seat scratching at his bandages for a moment, then addresses the group as a whole once more "my name is Cordo, I was accepted onto this crew because this crew is a bunch of nomads, long descended from folk who lived on the broken isles before they got broken. Before the kobolds became hunted and before dragonborn became second class citizens. Nomads run on reputation alone, without I we can't function, it's people like your guard who make sure we stay where they want us, underfoot...
So I need to know what your plans are with the broken isles, what you know of them already? Were you sent by the guard, or working as proxy for the Djiin"
"This sounds like deep brain political machinations stuff..." Sam says raising up his hands in surrender and taking a step back. "That'll be for one of the others to answer. I will tell you this though, we came to this place to save our place back home. Not for none of the intrigue you seem to be hinting at..."
Muir pauses from taking care of Vin and stands to address the guard, Cordo "Hello, we are from a different plane of existence here to find a lodestone to bring back to our plane to help save our city. Akiin has a good relationship with one of our leaders and he has given us permission to travel to the broken isles, but any advice or direction you could give would be appreciated."
At the turn of the conversation, Elthana sits back up in her hammock, wanting to know anything they can to help expedite their mission. "Yes, we would definitely appreciate any insight. All we have really heard is that the Broken Isles are overrun with kobolds."
Vin's curiosity gets the better of him at this point, and he can't help but ask, "What do you mean he keeps you underfoot?". He looks to the others afraid that he has interrupted the real conversation, and that they all know exactly what he means.
"Second class citizens. Poor. Breaking their backs just to earn a living. Never able to climb out of their station. The elite have a way of staying elite. Everywhere," Sam answers Vin a little bit quietly. Sam isn't looking not to be overhear but more not trying to stop their guest from speaking if he wishes to just go on and share what information he has. "It took the Night of the Heirs Apparent and then later the Quiet Strike to get the workers of Northmorrah a spot on the council. Even then it was provisional til not that long ago. Those with power generally aren't the sharing type... So I'm guessing maybe Griff is seen as part of the elite keeping the workers here down, eh?"
Vin considers what Sam has said before whispering back, “I guess so, but is he referring to workers in some sort of class system or certain races. You know, Dragonborn and kobolds?”.
He looks back Cordo wondering if he heard their exchange, and if he will elaborate.
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Vin is only half concentrating as Muir and Elthana are asking him questions, but turns his attention back to them after a fairly long moment of focussing on Nef.
”Why do you keep asking me that, Muir? It’s as if you are expecting me to say yes, but I really don’t think so”.
To Elthana he replies with a little grin, “I only know one way to meet him for certain, but I don’t recommend it”. He looks to see if she gets his meaning before adding, “Too soon to joke about it?”.
“Just making sure we got the other pieces of you. I apologize for my questions but one last one. Is there anything else you can remember? Anything you saw, heard etc.”
Sam has kept himself busy and a bit separate from the others, not wanting to crowd the Kid or seem like he was mothering him or anything, so instead he saw to the groups things - organizing and putting everything to right and all. He doesn't much partake in the questions but he does keep an ear on them... And the answers. Sam half thought that perhaps some of Vin's memories had gotten stuck inside the mutt but now it seems it was that shyster in the tree... The one collecting stories. Seems he wasn't happy enough with what he was freely given and he's become a taker...
"We will find Morris again," Sam says softly but with menace. "One does not take from the Peacekeepers and expect the peace to be kept. He will return ALL that is ours..." Sam continues on with his made up chores and cleaning and such, making a point of not to make a big show of his threat. But he took it to heart. He intended to carry through with it whatever it took.
Vin moves back to the hammock and shakes his head, "Nothing I can think of right now, and trying to make sense of my memories just makes the ache in my head worse. Anyone got any water? All I can taste right now is my own blood".
Neferox curls up right underneath his hammock, but her eyes definitely do not close, as she maintains a watch over him.
Looking at least somewhat relieved by Vin's answers, Gewyn unstops his waterskin and mutters a few quick words over it. Then he hands it over. Though the contents look and flow like water, the smell of hot chocolate wafts out. The water has a taste to match. "Regarding us hanging over a portal together, that memory was particularly harrowing, and its return may belong at the bottom of your priority list." He half smiles jokingly.
Much like Muir, though, he does cast a look at Elthana. More questions for later.
Just then the door to the small cabin opens and in walks the black dragonborn, his eye now covered in bloodied hempen bandages. The newcomer grunts something to Griff in Auran before the Aarakocra stands and says, "the captain is wanting to be talking to me, I will returning to you soon."
The dragonborn looks around the room his gaze lingering in Muir with a little anger and frustration.
"Thank you for helping out there, we got unlucky. Running into a False-brood Chimera Mother like that... They are more aggressive than usual on account of their children being parasites from another nest. Manticore and Chimera are natural enemies, but when Manticore mothers drop their offspring in unattended Chimera nests... Oh I'm rambling, it doesn't matter, you guys helped and Gale is pissed, but you did the right thing." He then turns fully to face Muir, "you though, you should not have done what you did, you are outsiders correct? Maybe that is why you do not know?"
Muir nods “Indeed. I do not know the rules here and I am gravely sorry if I’ve done something to offend” Muir says apologetically and diplomatically
Elthana also catches the look from Gewyn and doesn't know how to respond. She does know she is glad she told her friends what she had found out, she doesn't think she could carry the weight of it on her own.
As the dragonborn states that Gale is angry, she turns to her hammock in a huff. She does listen to what he says about the manticores and chimeras. Very interesting indeed. She tries to go to sleep, but all she can think about is Morris and his thieving of memories. And what did he mean by what he said about Nivara?
"necromancy here is the worst of the worst, it brings bad luck and terrible omens, it invokes nectyran... You didn't know, it's a mistake, luckily not many of the crew saw you, Gale didn't see it, I've sworn the others to secrecy but they'll likely refuse you all travel if you want to return, you'll have to find some other crew..." The dragon born starts pacing a little as his speech quickens in mild panic.
"Necra what?" Sam asks with some bite. "I don't know what you think you seen or anything but all he did was heal one of our own was injured. Who was injured protecting you and your crew, I may add. If you fellows wouldn't do the same for you... Well, you need better fellows."
"We will get what we paid for. We ask no more. We expect no less."
For his part the brown bear lets out a bit of a chuff and then yawns. They keep an eye on the dragonborn but make no agressive moves...
Vin accepts the hot chocolate flavoured and scented water-skin from Gewyn gratefully, and takes a swig. He swills it around in his mouth for a couple of seconds before finally swallowing it.
"Thanks, I needed that. And it is not a memory I would choose to bring up, it was just one he showed me", he says as the dragonborn enters. At first he feels quite proud of his companions, after all even though he himself turned out to be pretty useless at defending the big bird, the others must have fought them off. But then the dragonborn berates Muir, and he has a good idea why.
He opens his mouth to speak, but Sam gets there first, looking to conceal the true nature of what Muir did. He is a bit torn, he wants to take the dragonborn to task for effectively wishing him dead, but he also doesn't want to blow the ruse. After all, Sam was pretty convincing.
"if that's what it was then fine, I'm sorry, but I can't tell you that it didn't look like necromancy and that's what a couple of the others saw...
I've already thanked you for the damn help, and covered your asses so that you'll get what you paid for. I also distracted your guard so I could talk to you all in private... So do you want to listen or do you want some kind of pat on the back?" The dragon born grunts back at Sam in frustration before turning his back on the half orc and addressing the rest of the group, "you're all headed to the broken isles right? What do you know of it?"
"I don't need your thanks," Sam replies, putting a hand on the dragonborn and turning him back around to face him. "I also don't need your grief is all. If others have questions as to what they saw you can tell them to speak to me... I will be happy to set them straight."
"Don't get me wrong... I mean no ill towards you or yours. It just felt like you were in here accusing us of some foulness we know nothing about is all. Apologies if that is not the case..."
The dragonborn gives a nod of acceptance to Sam "fine. But if you understood then maybe you'd be more careful..." He shrugs Sam's hand away and takes a seat scratching at his bandages for a moment, then addresses the group as a whole once more "my name is Cordo, I was accepted onto this crew because this crew is a bunch of nomads, long descended from folk who lived on the broken isles before they got broken. Before the kobolds became hunted and before dragonborn became second class citizens. Nomads run on reputation alone, without I we can't function, it's people like your guard who make sure we stay where they want us, underfoot...
So I need to know what your plans are with the broken isles, what you know of them already? Were you sent by the guard, or working as proxy for the Djiin"
"This sounds like deep brain political machinations stuff..." Sam says raising up his hands in surrender and taking a step back. "That'll be for one of the others to answer. I will tell you this though, we came to this place to save our place back home. Not for none of the intrigue you seem to be hinting at..."
Muir pauses from taking care of Vin and stands to address the guard, Cordo "Hello, we are from a different plane of existence here to find a lodestone to bring back to our plane to help save our city. Akiin has a good relationship with one of our leaders and he has given us permission to travel to the broken isles, but any advice or direction you could give would be appreciated."
At the turn of the conversation, Elthana sits back up in her hammock, wanting to know anything they can to help expedite their mission. "Yes, we would definitely appreciate any insight. All we have really heard is that the Broken Isles are overrun with kobolds."
Vin's curiosity gets the better of him at this point, and he can't help but ask, "What do you mean he keeps you underfoot?". He looks to the others afraid that he has interrupted the real conversation, and that they all know exactly what he means.
"Second class citizens. Poor. Breaking their backs just to earn a living. Never able to climb out of their station. The elite have a way of staying elite. Everywhere," Sam answers Vin a little bit quietly. Sam isn't looking not to be overhear but more not trying to stop their guest from speaking if he wishes to just go on and share what information he has. "It took the Night of the Heirs Apparent and then later the Quiet Strike to get the workers of Northmorrah a spot on the council. Even then it was provisional til not that long ago. Those with power generally aren't the sharing type... So I'm guessing maybe Griff is seen as part of the elite keeping the workers here down, eh?"
Vin considers what Sam has said before whispering back, “I guess so, but is he referring to workers in some sort of class system or certain races. You know, Dragonborn and kobolds?”.
He looks back Cordo wondering if he heard their exchange, and if he will elaborate.