Allansia Wildlands Campaign.

Hearing his voice in her head seems to bring her back into awareness of the moment.
She looks at him, a bit confused for a moment. She mumbles something to herself (in celestial)

"Yes, yes, Tannin Tzi...wwwynook."

Then smiles at him and approaches, holding out her small hand to him. She looks up at him and straight into his eyes, and seems unusually happy to see him.

“My sisters call me “ .....she tries to translate in her head…”Tze Da Ka"

Garet his senses on edge from the childish scream of dragon had barely time to make his way to the from of the Tavern when heard the booming sound of "Ggayrroot of Blacksand" Inwardly he cringed for Logaans sake the angel couldn't pronounce his name but she managed to annunciate Blacksand perfectly.

He wondered how she knew, where he came from, he didn't recall mentioning it, but then again, she seemed to know a great deal and he still recalled the feeling of invincibility  he had felt when she had touched him. She had an affinity to the goddess that much was certain.

Garet frowned he had tried so hard to lose his accent, and with good reason with both pirates and the dreaded Kobassi brothers of the Thieves Guild wanting him dead. He had tried to distance himself from that fearsome city, and though it unlikely anyone in Anvil would be linked to the Kobassis or the Dread Pirate Robertson word could easily get back and he could do without the assassins that would be put on his tail. 

He was about to try and talk to Tzedaka and try to explain to her the meaning of low profile  and the correct pronunciation of Gar et when he saw her in the company of a dragonman.

He had met Lizardmen before but thus man looked different a genuine dragon man and Garet just found himself staring open-mouthed just like the child before him.

(Love it!!)

He shakes her hand "I can understand anyone, all languages, when communicating like this and they me Mrs Tzedaka"  He switches to spoken 

"Then again my speaking togue is clumsy compared to thought, my dear. I sensed something different about you. So why are you here?" 

Tannin looks at the Human with his mouth open. "Is this the man you called? Swallowing flies ."

She smiles at him as he takes her hand. "I chav been drinking Tea, and vaiting for you, Tannin Tzi...wwwynook." Her smile is almost child like, quite charming and very disarming.

 She does not seem to catch his joke, but seeing Garet, runs to him and gives him a huge hug.

"GGayrroot.." She seems excited, "Dis is Tannin Tzi...wwwynook." As usual, she seems to struggle to say names. "He will join de Cheroes of Chalice. We will bring justice to Zagor...., Me."

 Whether or not Garet was having a rough morning, the strange women's awkward overly enthusiastic hug certainly made him feel more at ease. (Heroism).

As she leaves him in a whirlwind he says "Formality is not needed, Just call me Tannin." his thoughts are to teach her not to waste such resources till in battle. Course if this meeting is truly a destiny of sorts, the The Trial of Champions will have to wait.

Garet just about managed to close his mouth and was about to offer an introduction to the new would be companion, when he was enveloped by the hug.

All his annoyance about Blacksand and the assumption that the new recruit would be joining without asking the rest of the group just melted away.

How does she do that Garet mused whilst thinking he could take Zagor out on his own hand tied behind his back.

After such touching moments Tannin grows slightly impatient and starts walking to the Inn. He looks at the human (Baret) being grappled in what seems to be a common mating ritual.  Tannin's voice mentally  pops in Baret's head

"Do you speak? Tell your mate, I'm going to have an ale, its been a long journey, the usual crowd gawks, thirst beckons."

Shalana exited the Two Moons her chassis shining and polished, " Query? Dragon. Not in evidence."

" Unknown entity. No data. Place of Origin?"

" Greetings <insert name here>. Have you heard the good news?"

There was a whirring sound from within the metal womans chest and she handed a tract toTannin which seemed to be on the subject of ' Finding Inner Truth'.

Somewhat surprised at this, creature? Tannin replies  "I did see a Dragon a few days ago. Join me inside and I will tell you." He continues walking

Shalana clicked and whirred and followed him inside.

Within The Two Moons there was gathered an eclectic group of people; an elven woman dressd in rustic clothing, a large man reminiscent of some of the mountain folk of Tannins homeland in Khul and a large Chelonian male though without the war-like demeanour tannin had seen before.

A middle-aged human man looked up at Tannin, " Welcome to The Two Moons.....we've got Cloud Ale on tap and a keg of Skullbuster."

Tzedaka smiles. "You vil meet the odther cheroes."
She seems to think for a moment, still holding Garets hand as she starts following Tannin.

"Den, we must go vile we have daylight. Darkness vil give Zagor power."

(It is morning for us)

"I guess, a round of Cloud Ale for my new friends and I. And a large platter of bread sticks to share" He waits for the price pays it (Including for the missing players who join late) with a tip and makes his way to a table.

Once he sits and everyone is settled. "What's a Zagor?"

Shalana turned from handing Moose a pamphlet on Mead-based Colonic Meditation.

" Designation Zagor. The Warlock of Firetop Mountain. Powerful and dangerous local sorcerous warlord. Recently un-deceased."

Tzedaka sits next to her new friend, but grabs a pillow so she can reach the table more comfortably.

When the food and drinks come, she smell the drink and pokes at the bread sticks. After she sees Tannin take a swig from his flagon, she imitates him and does the same. At first, she smiles, then as the liquid burns her mouth, she spits it out all over the table and on some of her friends.
She looks at the group, not at all embarrassed.

"You drink dis or oil for Shalana?"

Banzo follows the others back inside and seats himself, not at all inconvenienced by having a second breakfast.

"Well, let's get the introductions out of the way first, I am Banzo the War Wizard, of 'The Heroes of Chalice!'"

Tannin looks down at the drink, then up to the group "Since I've sailed from Khul, I've journeyed from Port Blacksand to Stonebridge then took the road north to Anvil.

     Two days ago saw a high flying dragon, but it was a mir silhouette against the sky. Yesterday on the road I came late upon the site of a battle between Hill Trolls and unknown combatants. I could tell cause there had been some sort of explosion and the remains of a hill troll was scattered about.

Undead? I've heard of some warlord like that. Have you experienced this, firsthand?"

He nods to Banzo "Greetings Banzo I'm Tannin" 

Staying away from the bitter drink, Tzedaka looks at Tannin with her hazel dreamy eyes while she smiles, sizing him up and evaluating his skills. She seems to not pay attention to their discussion.

She seems quite pleased for some reason.

Wait...weren't her eyes blue?

(Even though she appears to not be paying attention, she is focused on something else: Perception with guidance to see if anyone in the bar is listening in while the group talks: 10)