Villonah takes the opportunity given to her by both Utar and Doozey to introduce herself. Her last name catches Aleyd's attention, as it would anyone's in this city as long as they consider themselves well-enough informed. A brief discussion elapses on the merits and faults of the gnome's father, which are quickly followed by a moment of silence in respect of his death. The Lyceum and its fall are not mentioned during this exchange, but there is a glint in Aleyd's eyes that goes unexplained for now. Through the conversation, Aleyd and Villonah come to the realization that they know each other tangentially. They both participated in Lord Brokengulf's venture into the Quivering Forest. Villonah joined CRAP's mission back then; Aleyd led a separate squad.
-> I'll assume Raist's introduction happens here but will let @Red take the lead there.
Aleyd turns to Utar with a smile. "You are becoming more of a diplomat with each passing day." She laughs a little alongside her former soldier, but when Utar turns the conversation toward the Cult of the Dragon and then the Gray Patriots, Aleyd puts her business face back on. "The Cult is always a looming threat around these parts. The victories we have amassed against them, that you have conquered, are only battles however. The war is still out there to be won. While I would like to agree with you that they might be on the back-foot, I fear they remain a menace. Was it not you who pondered whether our victories against them were working in a particular Cult faction's favor? I would hate for us to be doing their dirty work for them, helping consolidate internal power by getting rid of the competition."
She then takes a deep breath, moving on to the next topic quickly thereafter: "As for the Gray Patriots, I must apologize. I was unavailable to partake on your hunt or even help. I helped that hero regain his freedom long ago. I should have been there to punish the villain he has become." She raises a hand to her face, shaking it side to side in regret. "But the truth is that he is back to doing only little damage to the city now, trade has mostly reopened, and the people are not going hungry. A bounty is still out on his head, by the urgency to collect it isn't. You all did well... Not well enough for your own standards, perhaps, but well nonetheless." She takes another deep breath. "And this Ruse warrior you named, no, I don't believe she was in the Black Fist ranks. If she was, she was of minor relevance then. It sounds like she has grown up."
Then, after taking a moment to eat a few bites of bread and cheese, she adds: "As for next steps, I do have a thought, but it might take you away from the topics you want to discuss first. My own troubles relate to more internal struggles."
"Well I am certainly gladdened to know that the Grey Patriots are a lesser threat now. Do you have any idea where they might be making their new base of operations? Close to the Iron Route presumably but in a sensibly defensible position?"
Though Doozey and Biscuit would return to their collective meal, the former took care not to lose himself in the delectable morsel so thoroughly as to miss even a single word from Aleyd. Which might be why, with perhaps the exception of Neya, that he found himself cocking his head slightly to the side and raising a brow. "H-Hold on a sec, Utar. Ms. Aleyd, w-what's going on? The guard still giving you the third degree, or... what?" He asks worriedly. "I'd assumed since you were able to make it here that things been more or less settled back with the guard. But, it start'n to sound like... well..." He trails off there and motions for Aleyd to pick things up.
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Villonah takes the opportunity given to her by both Utar and Doozey to introduce herself. Her last name catches Aleyd's attention, as it would anyone's in this city as long as they consider themselves well-enough informed. A brief discussion elapses on the merits and faults of the gnome's father, which are quickly followed by a moment of silence in respect of his death. The Lyceum and its fall are not mentioned during this exchange, but there is a glint in Aleyd's eyes that goes unexplained for now. Through the conversation, Aleyd and Villonah come to the realization that they know each other tangentially. They both participated in Lord Brokengulf's venture into the Quivering Forest. Villonah joined CRAP's mission back then; Aleyd led a separate squad.
-> I'll assume Raist's introduction happens here but will let @Red take the lead there.
Aleyd turns to Utar with a smile. "You are becoming more of a diplomat with each passing day." She laughs a little alongside her former soldier, but when Utar turns the conversation toward the Cult of the Dragon and then the Gray Patriots, Aleyd puts her business face back on. "The Cult is always a looming threat around these parts. The victories we have amassed against them, that you have conquered, are only battles however. The war is still out there to be won. While I would like to agree with you that they might be on the back-foot, I fear they remain a menace. Was it not you who pondered whether our victories against them were working in a particular Cult faction's favor? I would hate for us to be doing their dirty work for them, helping consolidate internal power by getting rid of the competition."
She then takes a deep breath, moving on to the next topic quickly thereafter: "As for the Gray Patriots, I must apologize. I was unavailable to partake on your hunt or even help. I helped that hero regain his freedom long ago. I should have been there to punish the villain he has become." She raises a hand to her face, shaking it side to side in regret. "But the truth is that he is back to doing only little damage to the city now, trade has mostly reopened, and the people are not going hungry. A bounty is still out on his head, by the urgency to collect it isn't. You all did well... Not well enough for your own standards, perhaps, but well nonetheless." She takes another deep breath. "And this Ruse warrior you named, no, I don't believe she was in the Black Fist ranks. If she was, she was of minor relevance then. It sounds like she has grown up."
Then, after taking a moment to eat a few bites of bread and cheese, she adds: "As for next steps, I do have a thought, but it might take you away from the topics you want to discuss first. My own troubles relate to more internal struggles."
"Well I am certainly gladdened to know that the Grey Patriots are a lesser threat now. Do you have any idea where they might be making their new base of operations? Close to the Iron Route presumably but in a sensibly defensible position?"
"Raist leans back and simply says "you can call me Raist" his eyes watching the new arrival taking in every feature.
Laissez les bons temps rouler
Though Doozey and Biscuit would return to their collective meal, the former took care not to lose himself in the delectable morsel so thoroughly as to miss even a single word from Aleyd. Which might be why, with perhaps the exception of Neya, that he found himself cocking his head slightly to the side and raising a brow. "H-Hold on a sec, Utar. Ms. Aleyd, w-what's going on? The guard still giving you the third degree, or... what?" He asks worriedly. "I'd assumed since you were able to make it here that things been more or less settled back with the guard. But, it start'n to sound like... well..." He trails off there and motions for Aleyd to pick things up.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.