When Elthana sees they now have a table to gather together at, she has a seat and well, has another drink. She figures she probably shouldn't... but well, it's been a day and then some. She doesn't add anything to the current conversation, not thinking it will do any good on either side of the table, but is indeed interested in the one that sat near them. She elbows Gewyn, "You're the chatty one, see what he is all about?"
"The wronged?" Sam asks a bit loudly with amusement. "Just don't wronged anyone not deserving wronging! Then you don't need caring if you disrespect them or not..."
When Sam makes his comment, Vin sighs, reminded of something he once heard that seemed apt. Never argue with an idiot. They will drag you down to their level and beat you with experience.
Griff sips his drink, "good person... It is not being enough, I should be using my anger, but right now I am simply being too exhausted. Once we have been doing shenoh's mission here we should be getting back to bettering ourselves and gaining help in the coming fight" his words marred not with passion but resignation for the things to come.
Ömertyr glances to the group from his stool at the bar, as Sam makes his impromptu declaration and the giantkin seems confused, he tries explaining something to Sam but their conversation soon becomes more dower and Sam listens more intently and less boisterously to the story that Ömertyr begins telling, though through more hushed tones and the barrier of the giant language. Ingram sits on the other side of Sam from Ömertyr and listens in but seems to be enjoying the drinks more than the conversation as his cheeks slowly become more flushed and his posture slouches over the bar.
The hook handed beardo, sits and ways his meal, seeming to enjoy the rest gained and the tastes on his tongue, though the more insightful members of the party would certainly be able to tell that the man is eavesdropping to a certain degree, though because no one has addressed him directly he leaves the group uninterrupted.
Muir gets up tired of waiting and the nonsense at the table and approaches the lady handed hook man "Hello there. You seem to be someone of importance from the looks you received when you walked in. Perhaps you can help. We are a delegation from Shenoh....Can you direct us us to a representative of this land to speak to?"
Vin pats Griff on the back, "I know what you mean about being exhausted. I was tired before the teleporting, and that seems to have leached whatever energy remained from my bones".
"I wonder if the scientists here have anything that will help our bodies adjust to the different flow of time, allowing us to rest in a sensible duration", he adds not loudly but not whispering either.
Elthana looks over to Omertyr and Sam and wonders what in the world they are conversing about so intently. She tries to catch a few words as Sam had taught her a little giant in their travels to try and get a clue as to what they were talking about.
She feels for Griff, but doesn't have any words to say, she's exhausted herself, physically and mentally and she needed it all to figure out how Ginro was going to accept them and hopefully work with them in the coming days.
She smiles as Muir can't stand it anymore and checks on the eavesdropper. At least he wasn't all gone and some of his quirks were still there.
(DM can overrule me if he thinks Elthana would have learned more or less but I'd suggest that she hears "milk" used a surprisingly amount in the conversation and that probably confuses her... Probably catches a reference to Death Giant, Raven Queen, Nectyran and Shadowfell... Though those references come more near the end of the chat (or, at least, the most recent part of the chat) and most of it really did seem to be about... spoiled milk?)
"The Chatty one?" Gewyn questions Elthana. "Not while I've got the first decent drink in what feels like years in hand." He takes a large gulp, draining the rest of his cup. "Well, that was nice while it lasted"
His eyes follow Muir as he passes to address the stranger before chiming in. "And if not, good sir, perhaps we can buy you a drink by way of apology for interrupting your evening. My friend over there is paying. Gewyn, pleased to meet you,"he says, extending a hand to shake the non-hooked side.
The man looks up from his meal and gives a smile, brushing the breadcrumbs from his white beard and wiping his one good hand on a cloth at his side he takes the hand offered and gives it a hearty shake. "From shenoh, yes, well... I'd already gathered, no offence meant but your group does kind of stick out, we had been expecting you but then got waylaid, you have my profound apologies, though I am glad to see you were shown to our amenities and seem to be enjoying yourself. I'm not sure I can claim to be someone of importance but I can be the representative you require. I'm Ginro, pleased to meet you all."
Elthana smiles, "Ginro? Pleased to meet you as well. I am Elthana, I have had the pleasure of being grilled by your sister. But yes, we do need to speak of this war. And immediately."
Vin also turns to look at the newcomer when he proclaims himself the Djinn Ginro.
"I am Vin", he says giving a wave rathernthan reaching across people to offer a hand. "That is Neferox over there", he adds pointing to where Neferox is lying down appearing disinterested.
"We hear this is the place to come for powerful artefacts. I am excited to see exactly what that might mean, especially after the teleporter. A fantastic device, if a little rough on the landing", he says with a little smile.
Sam and Ömertyr have been drinking and discussing in Giant for a while. Elthana picks up on some words here and there, to be sure, but about the same time Muir wanders over to the next table she also hears a name spoken - Ginro. She isn't sure at first what the relevance is, the group did come here to meet with Ginro after all... But it becomes a bit more obvious once Lady Hook Hand over at the next table introduces himself as Ginro and it becomes clear to her that Ömertyr was pointing them out to Sam and suggesting Sam bring him a drink. Sam mulls the idea over a moment but then decides to keep the drink for himself as Ginro talks to Muir and the others.
"Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah!" Sam says loudly with forced exasperation after most of the group have introduced themselves. "Maybe give the man a damned moment of peace to have a bite and a drink?!? A moments respite? Or does he look so stupid to you that you don't think he immediately recognized us as the strangers he was expecting??"
Yeah, Sam is drunk. But he at least thinks he has a point.
Muir tired of Sam's behavior looks at him but decides to keep it to himself and let someone else handle him. Muir is tired and wants to leave. He waits for Ginro's reply
Gingo seems slightly overwhelmed at all the questions and demands all of a sudden. "I uh, well, yes uhm, one at a time, wait..." He mentally recounts each question in his head as he answers. "Ah Muir, pleasure yes, in regards of somewhere quiet I thought we could speak here, unless of course you'd prefer elsewhere, you all seem rather, uhm battle worn" he looks at the state of the group most of which are covered in the blackened and now dried ichor remains of radiant scorched vampires. "Grilled by my sister, I do not envy you Elthana, though I hope the grilling was more verbal than literal, she can have quite the hot temper on her" he lets out a short chuckle and then mumbles "ah yes... War, hmmm this war." before going back to his mental recount, "yes um vin, neferox very nice, I uhh... artefacts and inventions yes, well this is the place! The teleporter is running a little interference as it warms up, I don't expect it to keep doing that, though I have experienced it first hand and so I am most empathetic to the dizziness and nausea you may have experienced, I do wonder how it compares to the feeling of crossing the planes, I'm sure you could all give me a little detail on that later of you wished, I would be most appreciative"
He adjusts his glasses to take in the visage of Sam and chuckles, "yes yes, I am a keen supporter of the notion that food, drink and a little rest is the key to keeping everything going, eh? One shouldn't work too hard if you can help it, and indulgence once in a while keeps the heart happy! you must be Sam, Shenoh did mention you, I am glad to see you also enjoying the amenities, please, everyone eat, drink! Serious conversations can be worked out, but level heads prevail on a full stomach hm" he looks over to the barkeep who has just put out a fresh tray of the circular breads and Ginro shouts over, "Cookie! Could our guests here get another of their choice, on me of course."
It seems that some of the other groups of scientists, workers and general isle dwellers sense that the situation may become less social and fun and start sipping the dregs of their glasses and begin moving out, though others remain lingering for a while longer, not paying too much interest to the group.
After all the waiting, Vin can't help but feel right now that Ginro is a bit of a let down. But he simply inclines his head in response and allows the Djinn scientist to fill his belly while important matters continue to wait.
He doesn't want to appear rude, so he accepts a portion of the circular bread, picking at it a little as he contemplates whether genius might come hand in hand with eccentricity.
He does his best to ignore Sam's oafish behaviour, not in the least surprised by it.
Elthana turns and scowls at Sam. "We have a job to do, and I am damn well going to do it!"
Turning back to Ginro, she nods, "Yes, it was verbal, but I think we came to a very good understanding. We will probably need rest soon, and we thank you for the drink and food, but we all are very much feeling the weight of this and urgency. None of us want to slow down, if you will. Not only do we have the war here we are trying to help with, we have our own dire situation back home that also needs our attention. So if you don't mind? We'd like to get started."
She grabs some bread as well, biting into it quite viciously as she does find herself quite hungry. But she looks at Ginro intently, ready to get started.
“Have at it then,” Sam says with a shrug in reply to Elthana.
“I’m sure Ginro doesn’t have a job or priorities…” he adds a bit quieter but not hushed by any means.
Reassured that the Whisper Council are solidly against him, Sam turns his blurry attention elsewhere, noting the large amount who left but also those who didn’t… “We sure they’re not vampires?” Sam asks, indicating those who remained. “Shenoh had many hidden amongst her people…”
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When Elthana sees they now have a table to gather together at, she has a seat and well, has another drink. She figures she probably shouldn't... but well, it's been a day and then some. She doesn't add anything to the current conversation, not thinking it will do any good on either side of the table, but is indeed interested in the one that sat near them. She elbows Gewyn, "You're the chatty one, see what he is all about?"
"The wronged?" Sam asks a bit loudly with amusement. "Just don't wronged anyone not deserving wronging! Then you don't need caring if you disrespect them or not..."
When Sam makes his comment, Vin sighs, reminded of something he once heard that seemed apt. Never argue with an idiot. They will drag you down to their level and beat you with experience.
"If you say so", is all he replies.
Griff sips his drink, "good person... It is not being enough, I should be using my anger, but right now I am simply being too exhausted. Once we have been doing shenoh's mission here we should be getting back to bettering ourselves and gaining help in the coming fight" his words marred not with passion but resignation for the things to come.
Ömertyr glances to the group from his stool at the bar, as Sam makes his impromptu declaration and the giantkin seems confused, he tries explaining something to Sam but their conversation soon becomes more dower and Sam listens more intently and less boisterously to the story that Ömertyr begins telling, though through more hushed tones and the barrier of the giant language. Ingram sits on the other side of Sam from Ömertyr and listens in but seems to be enjoying the drinks more than the conversation as his cheeks slowly become more flushed and his posture slouches over the bar.
The hook handed beardo, sits and ways his meal, seeming to enjoy the rest gained and the tastes on his tongue, though the more insightful members of the party would certainly be able to tell that the man is eavesdropping to a certain degree, though because no one has addressed him directly he leaves the group uninterrupted.
Muir gets up tired of waiting and the nonsense at the table and approaches the lady handed hook man "Hello there. You seem to be someone of importance from the looks you received when you walked in. Perhaps you can help. We are a delegation from Shenoh....Can you direct us us to a representative of this land to speak to?"
Vin pats Griff on the back, "I know what you mean about being exhausted. I was tired before the teleporting, and that seems to have leached whatever energy remained from my bones".
"I wonder if the scientists here have anything that will help our bodies adjust to the different flow of time, allowing us to rest in a sensible duration", he adds not loudly but not whispering either.
Elthana looks over to Omertyr and Sam and wonders what in the world they are conversing about so intently. She tries to catch a few words as Sam had taught her a little giant in their travels to try and get a clue as to what they were talking about.
She feels for Griff, but doesn't have any words to say, she's exhausted herself, physically and mentally and she needed it all to figure out how Ginro was going to accept them and hopefully work with them in the coming days.
She smiles as Muir can't stand it anymore and checks on the eavesdropper. At least he wasn't all gone and some of his quirks were still there.
(DM can overrule me if he thinks Elthana would have learned more or less but I'd suggest that she hears "milk" used a surprisingly amount in the conversation and that probably confuses her... Probably catches a reference to Death Giant, Raven Queen, Nectyran and Shadowfell... Though those references come more near the end of the chat (or, at least, the most recent part of the chat) and most of it really did seem to be about... spoiled milk?)
"The Chatty one?" Gewyn questions Elthana. "Not while I've got the first decent drink in what feels like years in hand." He takes a large gulp, draining the rest of his cup. "Well, that was nice while it lasted"
His eyes follow Muir as he passes to address the stranger before chiming in. "And if not, good sir, perhaps we can buy you a drink by way of apology for interrupting your evening. My friend over there is paying. Gewyn, pleased to meet you," he says, extending a hand to shake the non-hooked side.
The man looks up from his meal and gives a smile, brushing the breadcrumbs from his white beard and wiping his one good hand on a cloth at his side he takes the hand offered and gives it a hearty shake. "From shenoh, yes, well... I'd already gathered, no offence meant but your group does kind of stick out, we had been expecting you but then got waylaid, you have my profound apologies, though I am glad to see you were shown to our amenities and seem to be enjoying yourself. I'm not sure I can claim to be someone of importance but I can be the representative you require. I'm Ginro, pleased to meet you all."
“I am Muir. Perhaps we go somewhere more quiet to speak of the war that’s started?”
Elthana smiles, "Ginro? Pleased to meet you as well. I am Elthana, I have had the pleasure of being grilled by your sister. But yes, we do need to speak of this war. And immediately."
Vin also turns to look at the newcomer when he proclaims himself the Djinn Ginro.
"I am Vin", he says giving a wave rathernthan reaching across people to offer a hand. "That is Neferox over there", he adds pointing to where Neferox is lying down appearing disinterested.
"We hear this is the place to come for powerful artefacts. I am excited to see exactly what that might mean, especially after the teleporter. A fantastic device, if a little rough on the landing", he says with a little smile.
Sam and Ömertyr have been drinking and discussing in Giant for a while. Elthana picks up on some words here and there, to be sure, but about the same time Muir wanders over to the next table she also hears a name spoken - Ginro. She isn't sure at first what the relevance is, the group did come here to meet with Ginro after all... But it becomes a bit more obvious once Lady Hook Hand over at the next table introduces himself as Ginro and it becomes clear to her that Ömertyr was pointing them out to Sam and suggesting Sam bring him a drink. Sam mulls the idea over a moment but then decides to keep the drink for himself as Ginro talks to Muir and the others.
"Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah!" Sam says loudly with forced exasperation after most of the group have introduced themselves. "Maybe give the man a damned moment of peace to have a bite and a drink?!? A moments respite? Or does he look so stupid to you that you don't think he immediately recognized us as the strangers he was expecting??"
Yeah, Sam is drunk. But he at least thinks he has a point.
Muir tired of Sam's behavior looks at him but decides to keep it to himself and let someone else handle him. Muir is tired and wants to leave. He waits for Ginro's reply
Seeing Muir look at him Sam looks back and shrugs. "I wrong?"
Gingo seems slightly overwhelmed at all the questions and demands all of a sudden. "I uh, well, yes uhm, one at a time, wait..." He mentally recounts each question in his head as he answers. "Ah Muir, pleasure yes, in regards of somewhere quiet I thought we could speak here, unless of course you'd prefer elsewhere, you all seem rather, uhm battle worn" he looks at the state of the group most of which are covered in the blackened and now dried ichor remains of radiant scorched vampires. "Grilled by my sister, I do not envy you Elthana, though I hope the grilling was more verbal than literal, she can have quite the hot temper on her" he lets out a short chuckle and then mumbles "ah yes... War, hmmm this war." before going back to his mental recount, "yes um vin, neferox very nice, I uhh... artefacts and inventions yes, well this is the place! The teleporter is running a little interference as it warms up, I don't expect it to keep doing that, though I have experienced it first hand and so I am most empathetic to the dizziness and nausea you may have experienced, I do wonder how it compares to the feeling of crossing the planes, I'm sure you could all give me a little detail on that later of you wished, I would be most appreciative"
He adjusts his glasses to take in the visage of Sam and chuckles, "yes yes, I am a keen supporter of the notion that food, drink and a little rest is the key to keeping everything going, eh? One shouldn't work too hard if you can help it, and indulgence once in a while keeps the heart happy! you must be Sam, Shenoh did mention you, I am glad to see you also enjoying the amenities, please, everyone eat, drink! Serious conversations can be worked out, but level heads prevail on a full stomach hm" he looks over to the barkeep who has just put out a fresh tray of the circular breads and Ginro shouts over, "Cookie! Could our guests here get another of their choice, on me of course."
It seems that some of the other groups of scientists, workers and general isle dwellers sense that the situation may become less social and fun and start sipping the dregs of their glasses and begin moving out, though others remain lingering for a while longer, not paying too much interest to the group.
After all the waiting, Vin can't help but feel right now that Ginro is a bit of a let down. But he simply inclines his head in response and allows the Djinn scientist to fill his belly while important matters continue to wait.
He doesn't want to appear rude, so he accepts a portion of the circular bread, picking at it a little as he contemplates whether genius might come hand in hand with eccentricity.
He does his best to ignore Sam's oafish behaviour, not in the least surprised by it.
Elthana turns and scowls at Sam. "We have a job to do, and I am damn well going to do it!"
Turning back to Ginro, she nods, "Yes, it was verbal, but I think we came to a very good understanding. We will probably need rest soon, and we thank you for the drink and food, but we all are very much feeling the weight of this and urgency. None of us want to slow down, if you will. Not only do we have the war here we are trying to help with, we have our own dire situation back home that also needs our attention. So if you don't mind? We'd like to get started."
She grabs some bread as well, biting into it quite viciously as she does find herself quite hungry. But she looks at Ginro intently, ready to get started.
“Have at it then,” Sam says with a shrug in reply to Elthana.
“I’m sure Ginro doesn’t have a job or priorities…” he adds a bit quieter but not hushed by any means.
Reassured that the Whisper Council are solidly against him, Sam turns his blurry attention elsewhere, noting the large amount who left but also those who didn’t… “We sure they’re not vampires?” Sam asks, indicating those who remained. “Shenoh had many hidden amongst her people…”