Current just grumbles silently as the Right-Hand stands up and leaves. Current wasn't quite sure why they would work with the Right Hand, especially if she had no control outside of whatever this silly land group was. Couldn't they just go into the next area, outside of this Cathaan, without notifying the Right Hand? Regardless, Current assumes that the others in the group have a better understanding of how the politics of this region goes, and she wasn't about to try to understand land-lubber politics while she was here.

As she looks around, she decides to bring up the other thing that had been on her mind, "Well, as much as chasing Zelda around seems like fun, and would hopefully solve the root cause of the problem. There is, unfortunately, another problem. A great beast was summoned by Zelda, and it is now beneath the surface of the waters terrorizing ocean folk. Ultimately, I fear that it may eventually decide to come to land and ravage the coasts." The last bit was improvised, but Current hoped that it would be enough to encourage the others to want to take action against the monster. "I feel that we should deal with the problem before we go too far in search of Zelda. Who knows how many innocent people could die in the interim?"

Anearis listens to Current’s plea for help. The elf feels sympathy for the her and the people that appear to be suffering from this creature. He looks around at his companions, trying to gauge their reaction.

"I feel for the people of the sea and I would wish nothing but to help them. Sadly, I fear that none of us are fit to survive underwater. Should we find a solution for that, I will gladly help you."

Atal nods in agreement.  "It's also pretty damn cold in the ocean right now.  We'd probably also need a way to be able to resist the effects of the chill of the water as well as being able to breathe it.  Those unwieldy suits Maas and Juppo wore aren't an option here.  If you've got any ideas, though, I don't like the idea of leaving any of Zelda's trash behind unattended, either."

"As the others said, I don't think we are equipped for such a feat currently." Austin agrees. "I have no interest in going back into the water without some way to both stay warm and keep us all from having to worry about breathing under water." She shrugs. "We could try to bate the creature onto land, and deal with it that way though. If we did that, then it would likely give us a better chance of defeating it anyway, as it is likely stronger in water than out of it."

"At this point, I believe it would be a waste of our time. The threat is not the single abomination, but the number of them the Berossus's still have yet to unleash upon our world if we don't stop them." Felix chimed in. "What's done is done with Sardynea. And there's no way to know if the creature is even still there, but if it is off the Cathaan shore, it's matter to be left to the Right Hand."

Harper, who had still been at the table, though seemingly not paying attention to the party confirmed what Felix said. "Aye, the Triton will oversee it. He studies the waters if ye feel the need to speak with em. We won't be leaving til later, so you have time to talk to him." Harper had since been carving at the wooden handle of a very simple, raw knife, and even as he spoke did not look up from what he was doing.

The unnamed warforged of the Right Hand's group, approached Uthal, and looked down silently at the goliath's hammer, before meeting eyes with the goliath. While the group had met taller individuals, in their travels, few matched the height and build of Uthal, though the living machinations did. Without an introduction, he addressed the group. "Relinquish your armaments. They are insufficient."

Uthal states back at the warforged. "I'll take it you're replacing them then? If so I would like to see what I am being offered before I relinquish a family heirloom."

The warforged stared at Uthal emotionless. 

"You'll be gettin it back. Warsmith is just gonna work on them. The Right Hand wants to set you up for success, if she's going to be putting faith in you here." Harper stopped to blow bits of wood splinters from the design he was carving into the little knife's handle. "Based on yer performance so far, you've failed to impress to warrant getting something from the Right Hand's armory." He laughed slightly at the thought. 

Uthal snorts at the statement. "If we're keeping score of performance, remind me how many Berossus family members you've stopped so far? Unless there's some I've missed, in which case good job."

Felix slams his cup on the table counter.

"Excuse me, I must be tired. Slipped right out of my hand." Felix explained away the action and commotion of it.

"Sergeant Major, the assistance of the Right Hand's Warsmith is much appreciated." Felix says, before standing.

"Perhaps, the time we have remaining may be better spent, resting for the long trek, or stretching our legs about town, for those of us still restless," he mentions to the party.

Uthal stops at the movement and the tone. "I apologize. My people have a strong sense of competition and I find myself still slipping into old habits. We understand we have not done things exactly as you would want but we are doing what we thought best with the information that we had at the time."

Current frowns inwardly as the others remind her of their inability to survive the depths as she can. "Ugh. Why can't everybody just be like me? It would be so much more convenient," she grumbles telepathically to Tide. Outwardly, she just nods and smiles placidly.

Current looks around on her body as the warforged asks for the group's armaments. Her eyebrows shoot up as she takes stock of her 'weapons.' She has two daggers strapped to the side of her boots, but she has yet to pull them out in s serious fight. The harpoon on her back might look like it could do some damage, but Current was nowhere near strong enough to wield it effectively. "Not quite sure what armament of mine you want. Pretty much all of my weapons are insufficient, but I don't particularly fancy them either. These daggers haven't seen much use, but I suppose they are the closest I have to actual weapons." She pulls out the pair of blades and hands them to the metallic man. The first sentence comes out like a scoff, and the rest of the statement is quite condescending as well.

 Atal sighs.  "Sure, here. Take them all.  I‘ve come to realize how insufficient they really are.  Anything you do to them will undoubtedly be an improvement.“ His change in tone is no coincidence — Atal is used to being poor and resourceless, and at least with his weaponry is willing to gamble, as he did with the rusty rapier for so long.  He sets down his pack with a clank and rummages through it, pulling put and handing over to the warforged his quiver of arrows (32) and then his shortbow.  Next, he hands over the newly purchased rapier, giving it a loving stroke first.  "That one was hard earned, it‘s difficult to part with her,“ he tells the warforged.  Next his trusty dagger is handed over.  After that, all 4 of his shortswords are passed along.  Next is his small knife.  Rummaging further through his pack, he also pulls out the 3 wooden stakes and offers them.  "Think you can do anything with these?" he says to the warforged, all business.  Then he stops and glances at the others, and looks at the array of weapons spread before him.  "What? He asked."

Austin glances to the metallic man as they request the group's weapons. As the cup slams into the table she frowns over. "Really, you are getting upset at us for speaking out?" She asks with a raised eyebrow. "I understand the Right Hand is only doing what they can to fix this issue, but she needs us now as much as, likely more than, we need her." She shrugs a shoulder. "Fighting with her, and her servants," She glances around the chamber, "is not getting us anywhere I know, but it is also coming from a place of very real hurt and bad feelings on our end." She pauses as she looks to her companions. "We have done nothing wrong, and could not have changed anything we did to this point, and gotten the knowledge you so forceably think we needed, as the Right Hand was working activly against us this entire time, not aiding us. I'd say her lack of knowledge thus was nearly as great as our own." She gives a sigh. "There is going to be bad feelings, likely on both sides, but please," She glances to the wittling man, "stop belittling our efforts. You are just as much to blame for these bad feelings as anyone on our side, and, frankly, have done little to fix the overall issue yourself either." She turns to the warforge then. "I value this staff greatly, so please return it to me when done." With her piece said she nods to everyone around. "I am going for a walk to clear my head, and get out of this place for a bit."

(I am no word smith, so Austin is going for an impassioned speach to pain a picture of our group doing what we could, while being restricted by the Right Hand's actions against us. She would be trying to also show Harper that he is causing more issues here with his snide little comments, and that the group has at least shown up and were doing what they could, while the knowledge they lacked could in no way be gained while the Right Hand was working against them.)

Persuasion: 23

Anearis is reluctant at first to part with bow. He might not use it all that much in his battle against the Berossus, but it is one of the few things he has left of his people back home. Although he thinks that if he does, it could come off as a show of trust. Not a great gesture but in these dark times, every bit counts. 

He removes his bow from around his shoulder and poses it gently on the table.

"Try not to break it.", he says dryly.

Hearing Austin's impassioned speech, it did little, if anything at all to invoke anything new in the Chosen Man. As members of the party handed pieces of equipment to the Warsmith, the mechanical man in turn passed them to the young chain-mail clad human of their group, who had joined him at his side, with outstretched arms. The weaponry began to pile up in his arms.

Harper took a last look at his work in hand and stood from the table, addressing Felix before walking away. "If you want to press it further, get your team in order. There are plenty others we can hire that have already proven themselves on this continent." He nodded to the rest of the party in general, "When the Right Hand has finished her prayer, we'll be leaving. Make sure you're nearby." And he walked away, ascending the steps of the inn.

Felix nodded at Harper and stood turning to the group. A weakened and nearly emotionally exhausted look on his face. "Who's for a drink and hot meal? I'm told 'Nancy's Cafe' is a quality place."

((The Warsmith and younger member of the Chosen Men are still nearby for any further depositing of armaments.))

Uthal hands over his warhammer, saying nothing else.

The Warsmith looked at each party member, after having received the weapons, before turning as if confident that they had given up everything they intended to. Carrying Uthal's hammer, he held it casually as though it weighed nothing at all to him. The young human however seemed to be struggling with the remainder of the armaments, though still with a modicum of willing acceptance, as he followed the Warsmith out of the building..

Felix proceeded to leave the tavern-inn as well, walking into the crisp air of Lindenfeld. Although still on the colder side of things, the difference between the weather in town and that on the northern shore was nearly night and day, even though both experiencing winter.

Those members of the party who chose to exit along with Felix, who have seen the Warsmith and human in tow, walk down the street, to the armory on the other side, which Anearis and Atal had previously come across. Felix on the other hand, began to walk down the road, in the opposite direction, back toward the establishment known as Nancy's Harbor Cafe.

Austin turned and also moved towards Nancy's Harbor Cafe.

Uthal follows Felix as well.

Nancy's was only a short walk away, and having stepped off, and already nearly halfway there, Felix addressed Uthal as they walked. Though conceivably he could have intended the message to be for the entire group: "A man wiser than both of us once said, 'The gods bestowed upon on two ears and one mouth for a reason. So that we may listen twice as much as we speak.'" He followed it up with nothing further, rounding the corner, bringing the tavern into view ahead of them.