"Quori society is a rigid hierarchy, with each breed having a distinct role. However, the territory of dreams does have its own internal power struggles within each caste..." Edric says to nobody in particular, reading through a small sheaf of papers. He appears to be writing an essay of sorts. 

Eleven notices Boo acknowledging a few of the others. "You wanna introduce me to anybody, Miss Boo?" the dragonborn asks. Still looking around, he asks, "They serve drinks here?"

(For drinks, there is a small crate of cheap liquor that was fell from a cart chase nearby a few days ago. So there is some, but nothing great.)

"So, Why does our employer need 15,000+ Gold's worth of Dragonshards? House Business?" Edric has closed his textbook and now seems to be wondering about the nature of the job. He opens the smaller book and begins to read. "Oh, so that's how it is..." 

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Eleven notices Boo acknowledging a few of the others. "You wanna introduce me to anybody, Miss Boo?" the dragonborn asks. Still looking around, he asks, "They serve drinks here?"

Distracted Boo slowly turns to Eleven, gives him a coy smile, "I am not that well acquainted with anyone thus far besides yourself my bohunk cutie-pie but I have crossed paths with that one over there... the one with the bright watchful eyes and long locks of blond hair... calls himself Ith. We encountered each other on the docks and have spoken a few times but I don't know him well... seems a capable enough fellow though. Then the Tiefling, the one with the book over there, I have not met at all, at least not formally but he looks familiar, I think I may have seen him skulking around campus, maybe in the library... If you are feeling thirsty, knock yourself out and get something, maybe introduce yourself if you like, mix and mingle. A little early for me so I'll pass, thanks."

"You probably saw me during enrollment. Morgrave turned down my application for some reason or another. I don't really care though. Silverspire accepted and well here I am."  Edric says. "Name's Edric Hannibal Aramis. Pleased to meet you." 

Eleven gives Edric a big grin. "G'day, Edric Hannibal Aramis. You can call me Eleven. You're another smart one like Miss Boo. I've never been to school. I mean, I'm no dummy, but what I know, I learned on the job. I's a pirate, I mean sailor," he says, his eyes betraying that he realizes he's said more than he aught. "A captain. I have my own ship." He looks at the crate Boo indicated earlier and smiles a little frantically at Edric. "I'm gonna get a drink. You want one?" He stomps over the crate and rummages around, pulling out a bottle and using the claws of one hand to pop the cork. Upending the bottle, the dragonborn guzzles down half the bottle and then burps loudly, a few drips of acid falling onto the floor and sizzling.

"Just Edric is fine. As for the drink, I'll pass. You said you were a sailor. What kind. Merchant? Naval? Privateering?" The Tiefling responds. 

Eleven makes a forced dismissive gesture. "Oh, you know, a little of this and a little of that." His eyes are all over the place. "Hey, it looks like they're setting up a card game." He looks at Boo and Edric and then abruptly walks toward Majin, the half-empty bottle swinging at his side.

Boo shakes her head, "no thanks... you boys enjoy yourself, I will take a pass." Then looks at Eleven... tapping her nose as a warning to him, "and you... remember the rules... bet only what you have on you right now! No gambling with money you don't have, so no borrowing from anyone or putting up anything you own... weapons or equipment, etc., you'll need em for the job. Lastly, no flipping over the table or getting mad and ripping someone's arms off when you lose so be a good boy!"

Ith moves to help himself to a bottle and when he sees Eleven coming un corks the bottle and shares it with the Dragonborn.

"We ll toast with better once that run is done."

"I don't gamble." Edric says, "At least, not with cards. There are too many ways to cheat." As if to prove a point, he materializes a "Joker" card using prestidigitation "I play dice and bet on races occasionally." His expression becomes sorrowful for a moment. "Card Games also killed my uncle... Odd story that."  

Angiro Zenjin

I enter the hideout, taking in the scene. "I guess Tarhorn isn't quite here." 

~Angiro is a half-elf. He is shorter than most half-elves, as he is also more leaner in muscle. He wears white robes with red trim. He has a shield at his back and a mace to his side. There are prayer beads connecting from the mace to a yellow and blue symbol made out of metal. The beads are long enough to wrap around his hand. He wears a chain mail outside of his robes. He has brown skin and brown eyes. He has black hair with few streaks of grey. He looks mostly human, however his ears is a tad pointed. You may not notice them from afar.~

I wave to the others, "Hello. My name is Angiro."

"Good Morning! What brings a man of the cloth to this gathering of Ne'er-do-wells?" Edric laughs. 

I chuckle at the remark. "I do believe there are a little 'ne're-do-wells' within all of us. I step foward towards the tiefling. "I'm actually here to spread my gifts of healing to others in any way I can. I'm waiting for a friend who will be joining us as well. I think he has a similar agenda, albeit a bit more urgent." I notice the book in front of the tiefling. "Academics?" I ask, a bit curious.

"Indeed. I'm currently attending Silverspire College of Magecraft. Majoring in Psionic Theory and minoring in Planar Arcanobiology." The Tiefling says proudly. "However, the student loans and tuition fees are killer. Thus, here I am."

At the words "man of the cloth", Prist will lower his book to the table and close it. Pulling his bag from the ground beside his chair, he carefully stows it, and looking up, realizes there are quite a few more people here than there were when he started reading. Looking over to Angiro, he says "Healing? Are you a man of religion? I'd be glad to hear anything you'd be willing to share about your God." 

Priest stands as he speaks, grabbing three bottles from the crate that Eleven opened. Striding back across the room, he makes for Edric's table and sits a bottle in front of the Tiefling. He sits at an open chair and gestures Angiro to the remaining open seat. 

Eleven clinks his bottle against Ith's with unwise strength, but the bottles remain whole. The dragonborn takes another long swig and grins at the changeling. "To better bottles!" he says spiritedly. He looks around and sees the card game isn't ready yet. He taps a foot. "Wanna box?" Eleven inquires.

Edric sighs. "I've been wary of card games ever since one killed my Uncle Manganese." He says. "It's quite the tale, if you'd care to listen..." 

"Intriguing. Studying the aspects of the psychic mind. More intriguing is your interest in arcane life that don't reside in Eberron." I reply hoping this is what he means.

I smile at the Warforged and sit at the available seat. "Yes. I follow the Sovereign Host. I pray mostly to Olladra and most recently Arawai. I'm sure you heard of them and the Sovereign Host."  I stick my hand out to the Warforged, "My name is Angiro by the way."