"We are a small clan in the northern region" says proudly. "Thank you for your help ma'am" as he tips his head again. "If you could just point out this Ember person, I will be on my way."
"From the north?" Rheim nodded. "Past the mountains then, and the Dwarven conclaves." She nods over to the lone corner where the dark cloaked man and light haired gnomish girl with flowers dotted behind her ears sat on the table, book in her lap. "That's Ember Dewsong, and her...companion...is Zenyth." She glances to you. "Do be polite. They can be quite the characters."
Angelus nods and place 15 gold coins on the counter, leaving him with only 5 remaining. He smiles at the Halfling, "I shall be back for the other two, but for now I shall take Forbidden Verse if you don't mind."
He scratches his chin and eyes the journal, his curiosity piqued at their behavior upon seeing it. "Regardless," he replies, "I will make enough to purchase the rest of these in time. I thank you for your service. As you were previously saying..it would do me no good to go to the Crystal Spire? Nothing of note there? No information I could gather? Either way I'll need directions to this... other place you mentioned. Rhyme? Did you say something about someone rhyming? Matter of fact do you sell any maps? I figure I'll annoy less people if I have a map and can find my own way."
Moore swipes the gold before you could contemplate taking it back and Boneback carefully pulls the other two books behind the counter, away from you. He leaves Forbidden Verse out, as you had paid for it. Moore stuffs the gold away into a hidden pocket of his clothes and grabs a small ledger, quill, and bottle of ink. He licks the tip of the pen, dabbles it in the ink, and quickly scrawls something onto the ledger.
Moore scrawls on another page, this one torn in many places, and then quickly tears a sheaf off and holds it out stiffly.
"Receipt," Moore snaps. "And do we look like tour guides? There ain't no map here. Books and books and books, but not a map! Unless you want an atlas?" Moore glances back to Boneback who makes a half-moan sound and then shakes his head. "Yeah no, no atlas' either." He considers you for a moment, and then sighs. You are a paying customer so at least he should perhaps ferry you on your way and out of the shop.
"If you want Rheim and some honest work to buy all the...heroic shit that you'll need then you're in for a walk," Moore drawls. "This city's bigger than the ****in' ruins over in the Cairnwood. Takes at least two days travel on foot to go full ass to tits on her." Moore leans forward. "There's a trick, though, you see?" he says as if he's parting a great secret. He waits until he has your attention and then leans back. "But it'll cost you another 3 gold. This shit ain't cheap, you know? And no one but a native's supposed to know."
Lenzo nods, trying to look as empathetic as he can, and says: "Tieflings...I can't remember them being especially difficult in the past. What attack are you talking about? Who did it, and how are tieflings involved? And most importantly my friend, how can the Darkmasts be of service?"
Answell frowns and shakes his head tiredly. "It was a mess, Lenzo, I swear to you. Blood in the streets, fire everywhere--even the blasted Rusty Anchor over in Polale Port got hit! The Rusty Anchor! Everybody loved that place...."
Answell leads you back towards the small barracks post and sits down upon a barrel of relinquished contraband. He pulls out a pipe and some weed and offers it up to you. "Smoke?" he says. Answell seems willing to tell you all that has happened over a shared bit of imbibing.
"Thank you again" he says as he walks away. Brash pushes through the crowd and finds his way to the gnome.
"Excuse me, may I sit?" as he waves down a barmaid and signals for drinks. "I dont mean to disturb you but Rheim sent me your direction. I am new here and am in need of work. My name is Brash of the Hillmen clan and I have military experience. Do you have anything for a man of my caliber?" He sits tall to show his size.
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"Ten gold. Unfortunately I don't have that much on me. If I borrow it, how long do I have it for, and is the purchase cost reduced during that time? It was by one of the ladders."
Wilkas would prefer to purchase the book than borrow it, but if borrowing it can ensure his ability to purchase it, he's willing to go that route.
"The ladders? Now what was it doing over there?" Halford frowned in thought and then shook his head. "No bother, no bother. Hrm." He eyed you up and down--he knew you. "Have you been in here before, lad?" He squints behind his spectacles. It takes him a moment to remember you had a question in your words and then he blinks. "Borrow? Oh yes borrow!"
Halford begins to scribbles something in a ledger and holds his hand out for the gold in question. "A borrow period is a week. Purchase is reduced by the borrow amount unless returned beforehand. Gold please."
Bishop enters the spire in awe. He is wide-eyed and trying to take in everything around him. "This is the best place I have ever seen!" A huge smile is across his face, as he finds someone to talk to. "Excuse me sir, I am Bishop, Cleric in training. Could you point me in the direction of the head cleric? I have some urgent paperwork that must be signed."
The person you have stopped is a small acolyte dressed in flowing robes. There are twisting vines up her arms and flowers braided into her hair and she looks at you, wide eyed.
"Is that an enchantment?" she asks first, and then frowns. "The Clerics? Oh, uhm." She fidgets for a moment as she things, lips pressing together and brow furrowing. "They are...ah. Damn it all. This way." She grabs your hand and starts to drag you off. She tugs and pulls you along a corridor, past crystalline walls that show the outside world--but somehow not the city. No there are landscapes distant and near. Deserts, forests, mountainous regions all blend together. You can see the wildlife moving, people traversing between settlements.
"Clerics, clerics," she is mumbling under her breath. "Where are the clerics? Oooh I know this. Clerics...Carric? No, no, he's a half-elf. And a Cleric. But not the Clerics. Ah!" Quite suddenly she stops, face lightening up and suddenly bright as she grins. "I know where they are! Come on!" She's off again, pulling you along down another corridor, another turn and twist through walls and past doors with gilded motifs. She pulls you past people in the halls, past open archways that lead towards rooms and libraries, past a garden dotted with flowers and plants not native to the region.
It seems like she tugs you along for hours before she comes to a stop. The doors here are no less elegant as the doors before, but this time they are dotted with heraldry and religious symbols. Painstakingly handcrafted sigils hang down from the ceiling and the entire air seems peaceful, like you entered a safe haven. A welcoming haven.
"You'll have to find your specific deity," she tells you as she lets go of your hand. She rocks on her heels a minute. "I don't know which it is. Not that familiar with Clerics. You'll also have to find your specific Domain. They've got it all divided up nice and neat. Should be fairly easy. Look for the signs, see?" She points to a door. It doesn't have the sigil of the god you are looking for, but you can see the blooming tree, outlined in embossed silver, a sign of the Nature Domain.
The druid turns and gives you a blinding smile that quickly shifts to nervousness as she bounces on her feet. "Oh, oh dear. Uhm. I've got to go." She darts off in a different direction, calling over her shoulder, "Nice enchantment by the way!"
"Thank you again" he says as he walks away. Brash pushes through the crowd and finds his way to the gnome.
"Excuse me, may I sit?" as he waves down a barmaid and signals for drinks. "I dont mean to disturb you but Rheim sent me your direction. I am new here and am in need of work. My name is Brash of the Hillmen clan and I have military experience. Do you have anything for a man of my caliber?" He sits tall to show his size.
The cloaked figure raises his head only when the barmaid delivers drinks. He snatches at the mug and sniffs at it, then scowls and looks at you. His eyes are a piercing blue, hair a ragged mess as it falls in front of his face from underneath the hood of his cloak. You can see an angry red scar that crosses his entire face, almost slicing into his eye. It looks recent.
"You have shit taste in drink," he spits, but knocks back the drink anyway. The gnome, Ember, rolls her eyes.
"Play nice, Zenyth. Rheim sent us a toy." She looks you over and sniffs disdainfully. "A military toy. So prim and proper." With a snap she shuts her book.
"She knows better," Zenyth growls, but sits up a bit straighter. "A man of your caliber? Don't make me laugh. I don't know your 'caliber' and your vaunted experience means shit to me."
"Zenyth," Ember says warningly. She shifts a bit and you can't see her face for a moment as she stares over at the elf--you catch sight of a pointed ear as he shoves the hood of his cloak back. His hair is dark, wavy, and now that the light can better snag his features you see his skin has a faint greenish tinge of the wood elves.
"Fine, fine," Zenyth groans. He rolls his head on his shoulders and sighs at a satisfying pop. "Your experience doesn't matter in regards to work. I'd need to see you in action, first. Better?"
"Much." Ember turns back toward you, green eyes glittering in amusement. Her grin is vicious. "Now...you said you were looking for work, didn't you?"
When there is a chance you are able to slip over to Rheim, who greets you with a side glance. She seems about ready to call a halt to the most recent battle and holds her hand up to stop you from saying something initially.
"Enough! Out of the ring!" Rheim snaps out and the two fighters scramble to obey. Calmly Rheim hands over the winnings to one, claps them on the back. She doesn't smile. "Go enjoy your free drink. Ring's closed!" You can hear sounds of complaints, but the observers drift away without the need of Rheim to emphasize that she means business. With the crowd cleared and the ring closed Rheim fully turns towards you.
"I saw you observing the lot. What can I do for you since everyone and their grandmother has questions for me?" She seems a bit annoyed at all the questions she's had. You get the sense that most people don't actually bother her during the day unless there is a problem. As you speak Rheim listens, and then scrubs a hand down the side of her face and across the back of her neck. "Ganasi, right? No, no water Ganasi this way. At least not for a couple of years. Had one pass through, looking for work like you." She eyes you up and down, lips pressed thin. "Left the city after that. Haven't heard from her in...a year or so?" Rheim shrugs. "As for work? Speak with Vior. He's got most of the job postings. Honestly this is his job." She shoots a glare over at the bar and you can see a dwarf wave happily. Rheim rolls her eyes. "Or you can talk to the troublesome duo over there. Already sent one in that direction."
Rheim waves a hand towards an elf and a gnome, and another human who sat talking with them.
"Very well. Here's 5 gold, and hopefully I'll be back within the week to pay another 5. Is there a fee for returning it late, if it does come to that?"
Wilkas hands over 5 gold as he speaks. His mind would be racing as to what to do next, but that would have to wait until after receiving the information he had just asked for, he tells himself.
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"Very well. Here's 5 gold, and hopefully I'll be back within the week to pay another 5. Is there a fee for returning it late, if it does come to that?"
Wilkas hands over 5 gold as he speaks. His mind would be racing as to what to do next, but that would have to wait until after receiving the information he had just asked for, he tells himself.
Halford blinks repeated and closes his hand around the gold. He carefully counts each piece, pulls out a lockbox from beneath the desk. He doesn't answer you at first, focused on storing away the gold with the rest of his supplies. He carefully hides the lockbox again and looks back up to you.
"Late fee is twice the cost of the book," Halford says promptly. "Now if you don't have anything further, I have inventory to do. Good day, lad. Good day." He goes back to peering through his ledger and marking pages with a faint hum.
Brash looks over the two thinking " she must be the brains and him the "muscle" for lack of a better word.
"Yes, as I said I am new here a am looking for work. Now if this is an issue , I apologize and I will move on but I was told you are the one to speak to." looking to the Ember.
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Aquariel looked in both directions she pointed. "Thank you. My apologies for disturbing you. I am new to the city--and have little experience with people other than my own. I am struggling to learn the etiquette of this place." Aquariel stepped away from Rheim and pondered her choices. The dwarf Vior seemed friendly. She wasn't sure she should approach a "troublesome duo." Rheim said the other water Genasi (dare she hope it was Ondine?) was looking for work. Maybe Vior had talked to her.
Moving to the bar, she catches Vior's attention and asks "Rheim said you have job postings? I'm looking for work. I'm trained as a scout and a guard of my people. I also need a place to stay while I'm in the city. Do you have rooms? At what price? Rheim also said she saw another of my people a while back, looking for work, but that she moved on. Did you encounter her? Do you know her name or where she went?" She tried--with limited success--to keep the eagerness out of her voice as she asked about the other water Genasi.
Angelus nods and place 15 gold coins on the counter, leaving him with only 5 remaining. He smiles at the Halfling, "I shall be back for the other two, but for now I shall take Forbidden Verse if you don't mind."
He scratches his chin and eyes the journal, his curiosity piqued at their behavior upon seeing it. "Regardless," he replies, "I will make enough to purchase the rest of these in time. I thank you for your service. As you were previously saying..it would do me no good to go to the Crystal Spire? Nothing of note there? No information I could gather? Either way I'll need directions to this... other place you mentioned. Rhyme? Did you say something about someone rhyming? Matter of fact do you sell any maps? I figure I'll annoy less people if I have a map and can find my own way."
Moore swipes the gold before you could contemplate taking it back and Boneback carefully pulls the other two books behind the counter, away from you. He leaves Forbidden Verse out, as you had paid for it. Moore stuffs the gold away into a hidden pocket of his clothes and grabs a small ledger, quill, and bottle of ink. He licks the tip of the pen, dabbles it in the ink, and quickly scrawls something onto the ledger.
Moore scrawls on another page, this one torn in many places, and then quickly tears a sheaf off and holds it out stiffly.
"Receipt," Moore snaps. "And do we look like tour guides? There ain't no map here. Books and books and books, but not a map! Unless you want an atlas?" Moore glances back to Boneback who makes a half-moan sound and then shakes his head. "Yeah no, no atlas' either." He considers you for a moment, and then sighs. You are a paying customer so at least he should perhaps ferry you on your way and out of the shop.
"If you want Rheim and some honest work to buy all the...heroic shit that you'll need then you're in for a walk," Moore drawls. "This city's bigger than the ****in' ruins over in the Cairnwood. Takes at least two days travel on foot to go full ass to tits on her." Moore leans forward. "There's a trick, though, you see?" he says as if he's parting a great secret. He waits until he has your attention and then leans back. "But it'll cost you another 3 gold. This shit ain't cheap, you know? And no one but a native's supposed to know."
Angelus sighs and rolls his eyes, sliding 3 more gold coins onto the counter. "Tell me whatever this secret is so I can be on my way. My patience runs thin." His usually cheerful countenance is grim, his lips pursed in a tight white line. His normally dazzling sapphire eyes are narrowed and glint dangerously. He felt at this point, after overcoming their fear, they'd begun to take advantage of him. He had half a mind to swipe the gold back walk out to find another, more pliable source of information. His hand hovered over the gold coins on the counter, not quite committing to the Haflings secret.
Bishop enters the spire in awe. He is wide-eyed and trying to take in everything around him. "This is the best place I have ever seen!" A huge smile is across his face, as he finds someone to talk to. "Excuse me sir, I am Bishop, Cleric in training. Could you point me in the direction of the head cleric? I have some urgent paperwork that must be signed."
The person you have stopped is a small acolyte dressed in flowing robes. There are twisting vines up her arms and flowers braided into her hair and she looks at you, wide eyed.
"Is that an enchantment?" she asks first, and then frowns. "The Clerics? Oh, uhm." She fidgets for a moment as she things, lips pressing together and brow furrowing. "They are...ah. Damn it all. This way." She grabs your hand and starts to drag you off. She tugs and pulls you along a corridor, past crystalline walls that show the outside world--but somehow not the city. No there are landscapes distant and near. Deserts, forests, mountainous regions all blend together. You can see the wildlife moving, people traversing between settlements.
"Clerics, clerics," she is mumbling under her breath. "Where are the clerics? Oooh I know this. Clerics...Carric? No, no, he's a half-elf. And a Cleric. But not the Clerics. Ah!" Quite suddenly she stops, face lightening up and suddenly bright as she grins. "I know where they are! Come on!" She's off again, pulling you along down another corridor, another turn and twist through walls and past doors with gilded motifs. She pulls you past people in the halls, past open archways that lead towards rooms and libraries, past a garden dotted with flowers and plants not native to the region.
It seems like she tugs you along for hours before she comes to a stop. The doors here are no less elegant as the doors before, but this time they are dotted with heraldry and religious symbols. Painstakingly handcrafted sigils hang down from the ceiling and the entire air seems peaceful, like you entered a safe haven. A welcoming haven.
"You'll have to find your specific deity," she tells you as she lets go of your hand. She rocks on her heels a minute. "I don't know which it is. Not that familiar with Clerics. You'll also have to find your specific Domain. They've got it all divided up nice and neat. Should be fairly easy. Look for the signs, see?" She points to a door. It doesn't have the sigil of the god you are looking for, but you can see the blooming tree, outlined in embossed silver, a sign of the Nature Domain.
The druid turns and gives you a blinding smile that quickly shifts to nervousness as she bounces on her feet. "Oh, oh dear. Uhm. I've got to go." She darts off in a different direction, calling over her shoulder, "Nice enchantment by the way!"
"Wow, uh, thanks for everything!" Bishop shouts as the druid runs away. "Curses, I did not get her name! Well, maybe our paths will cross again." Bishop looks around trying to take in the scene around him. He finally made it to the first step in his redemption. Bishop looks down at his prayer book, and sees the symbol of a calm waterfall descending into a pool of water. Bishop looks around at the doors to make the match. He spots on that matches the holy symbol and makes his way to the door. He stands in front of the door, somewhat apprehensively. "This is it. I'm finally here."
BANG!
The door swings open and whacks Bishop right in the face. He stumbles backwards and clutches his nose. "Ah, I am terribly sorry. I did not mean to get in your way."He glances at the figure in front of him but the pain from the hit caused his vision to blur a little.
Brash looks over the two thinking " she must be the brains and him the "muscle" for lack of a better word.
"Yes, as I said I am new here a am looking for work. Now if this is an issue , I apologize and I will move on but I was told you are the one to speak to." looking to the Ember.
Ember cackled and snapped her book shut loudly. Zenyth behind her groaned and leaned back.
"Damn," he said.
"Why yes we are the ones to speak to if you want any interesting work," Ember said gleefully. She leaned forward. "However we don't know you. A bit of trust must first be earned. Give us time to provide you a proper test. Say...tomorrow?" Her grin showed off a rather impressive set of teeth for a gnome. "I shall have thought of something good then."
Aquariel looked in both directions she pointed. "Thank you. My apologies for disturbing you. I am new to the city--and have little experience with people other than my own. I am struggling to learn the etiquette of this place." Aquariel stepped away from Rheim and pondered her choices. The dwarf Vior seemed friendly. She wasn't sure she should approach a "troublesome duo." Rheim said the other water Genasi (dare she hope it was Ondine?) was looking for work. Maybe Vior had talked to her.
Moving to the bar, she catches Vior's attention and asks "Rheim said you have job postings? I'm looking for work. I'm trained as a scout and a guard of my people. I also need a place to stay while I'm in the city. Do you have rooms? At what price? Rheim also said she saw another of my people a while back, looking for work, but that she moved on. Did you encounter her? Do you know her name or where she went?" She tried--with limited success--to keep the eagerness out of her voice as she asked about the other water Genasi.
Rheim watches you go with a raised eyebrow.
Vior turns his attention from the lass with bruises around her neck promptly and provides you with a welcoming smile. "Yes, yes. I handle most of the job requests that come here, that's true lass. May I get your name?" His nature is rather gruff, but warm and welcoming. You see his beard tremble with each words; it's neatly trimmed and braided with a few beads here and there. A bright, fire red too.
Vior strokes his beard in thought at the rest of your quick questions. He chuckles a bit at your eagerness. "We have a few rooms left for the night, lass. 5 silver is all it costs, if you don't have that we can work a deal to get you down to 10 copper. As for your people...let me get a good look at you." He leans forward over the bar to try and peer at your face. He searches for something, and eventually he seems to find it. "Ah, yes, another young lass seeking work! Zenyth and Ember handed her some jobs and she stayed around for a while. Andy? Hm, can't quite remember her name, but eventually she said she found herself needed elsewhere. Kept in contact for a while but, well, we haven't heard from her in a year or so. Bound to be busy that lass. Said something about the elves to the east and south I think. Far out of our hands."
You don't notice it at first, but suddenly a blond half-elf in robes, holding a thick tome in his hands, storms through the tavern. The entire tavern goes a bit quiet as he makes his way right to the table with Zenyth and Ember.
"You arrogant ass!" he yells.
"Hello to you too, brat," Zenyth grumbles in response. He turns to fully face to young man, eyes narrowed. "To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit."
The half-elf slams his book and hands onto the table, knocking over the drinks which Zenyth eyes mournfully for a second--at least until the young man leans into his face. Ember has to shuffle out of his eye, face suddenly a blank sort of cold. "Why the hell did you deny my proposal?!" the half-elf snarls.
"Because it was stupid and half-assed and you'll just get yourself killed," Zenyth spat back. Then, quite suddenly, they are spitting at each other in elvish.
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Ulrich looks up at the extravagant structure before him. He stops walking, simply staring at it for several seconds, overcome with emotion he cannot begin to identify. There is an awe in standing before the very structure that has been looming above this whole time, and yet in part it serves to fill Ulrich with sadness and rage. He should never had been the one to see this. It wasn't fair that he'd made it this far, despite his terror and despite his lack of understanding of the world, and yet those who could truly desire and appreciate such things would never set foot in places such as this. It wasn't fair that Ulrich lived on to see such wonders when all he desired was the familiar and comfortable life he knew he'd never have again. Realizing he'd let his thoughts wander too far yet again, he dropped his gaze down to the ground while he collected himself, his hands balled into fists and trembling in anger. For now he knew he had to have patience. Those wretched individuals who had put him in this position would suffer their consequences, of that he would make sure, but Ulrich knew he needed to focus on what stood before him now. Approaching the doors, he swings them open to step inside, forcing himself to walk towards the first person he sees with no hesitation, putting up a false confidence and speaking to them, "Pardon for the intrusion, but I've been informed that from this area I should be able to find directions to the colleges of the arcane. Might I ask where I should be going for such a thing?"
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"Thank you again" he says as he walks away. Brash pushes through the crowd and finds his way to the gnome.
"Excuse me, may I sit?" as he waves down a barmaid and signals for drinks. "I dont mean to disturb you but Rheim sent me your direction. I am new here and am in need of work. My name is Brash of the Hillmen clan and I have military experience. Do you have anything for a man of my caliber?" He sits tall to show his size.
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When there is a chance you are able to slip over to Rheim, who greets you with a side glance. She seems about ready to call a halt to the most recent battle and holds her hand up to stop you from saying something initially.
"Enough! Out of the ring!" Rheim snaps out and the two fighters scramble to obey. Calmly Rheim hands over the winnings to one, claps them on the back. She doesn't smile. "Go enjoy your free drink. Ring's closed!" You can hear sounds of complaints, but the observers drift away without the need of Rheim to emphasize that she means business. With the crowd cleared and the ring closed Rheim fully turns towards you.
"I saw you observing the lot. What can I do for you since everyone and their grandmother has questions for me?" She seems a bit annoyed at all the questions she's had. You get the sense that most people don't actually bother her during the day unless there is a problem. As you speak Rheim listens, and then scrubs a hand down the side of her face and across the back of her neck. "Ganasi, right? No, no water Ganasi this way. At least not for a couple of years. Had one pass through, looking for work like you." She eyes you up and down, lips pressed thin. "Left the city after that. Haven't heard from her in...a year or so?" Rheim shrugs. "As for work? Speak with Vior. He's got most of the job postings. Honestly this is his job." She shoots a glare over at the bar and you can see a dwarf wave happily. Rheim rolls her eyes. "Or you can talk to the troublesome duo over there. Already sent one in that direction."
Rheim waves a hand towards an elf and a gnome, and another human who sat talking with them.
"Anything else I can do for you?"
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"Very well. Here's 5 gold, and hopefully I'll be back within the week to pay another 5. Is there a fee for returning it late, if it does come to that?"
Wilkas hands over 5 gold as he speaks. His mind would be racing as to what to do next, but that would have to wait until after receiving the information he had just asked for, he tells himself.
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Brash looks over the two thinking " she must be the brains and him the "muscle" for lack of a better word.
"Yes, as I said I am new here a am looking for work. Now if this is an issue , I apologize and I will move on but I was told you are the one to speak to." looking to the Ember.
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Aquariel looked in both directions she pointed. "Thank you. My apologies for disturbing you. I am new to the city--and have little experience with people other than my own. I am struggling to learn the etiquette of this place." Aquariel stepped away from Rheim and pondered her choices. The dwarf Vior seemed friendly. She wasn't sure she should approach a "troublesome duo." Rheim said the other water Genasi (dare she hope it was Ondine?) was looking for work. Maybe Vior had talked to her.
Moving to the bar, she catches Vior's attention and asks "Rheim said you have job postings? I'm looking for work. I'm trained as a scout and a guard of my people. I also need a place to stay while I'm in the city. Do you have rooms? At what price? Rheim also said she saw another of my people a while back, looking for work, but that she moved on. Did you encounter her? Do you know her name or where she went?" She tried--with limited success--to keep the eagerness out of her voice as she asked about the other water Genasi.
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You don't notice it at first, but suddenly a blond half-elf in robes, holding a thick tome in his hands, storms through the tavern. The entire tavern goes a bit quiet as he makes his way right to the table with Zenyth and Ember.
"You arrogant ass!" he yells.
"Hello to you too, brat," Zenyth grumbles in response. He turns to fully face to young man, eyes narrowed. "To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit."
The half-elf slams his book and hands onto the table, knocking over the drinks which Zenyth eyes mournfully for a second--at least until the young man leans into his face. Ember has to shuffle out of his eye, face suddenly a blank sort of cold. "Why the hell did you deny my proposal?!" the half-elf snarls.
"Because it was stupid and half-assed and you'll just get yourself killed," Zenyth spat back. Then, quite suddenly, they are spitting at each other in elvish.
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Ulrich looks up at the extravagant structure before him. He stops walking, simply staring at it for several seconds, overcome with emotion he cannot begin to identify. There is an awe in standing before the very structure that has been looming above this whole time, and yet in part it serves to fill Ulrich with sadness and rage. He should never had been the one to see this. It wasn't fair that he'd made it this far, despite his terror and despite his lack of understanding of the world, and yet those who could truly desire and appreciate such things would never set foot in places such as this. It wasn't fair that Ulrich lived on to see such wonders when all he desired was the familiar and comfortable life he knew he'd never have again.
Realizing he'd let his thoughts wander too far yet again, he dropped his gaze down to the ground while he collected himself, his hands balled into fists and trembling in anger. For now he knew he had to have patience. Those wretched individuals who had put him in this position would suffer their consequences, of that he would make sure, but Ulrich knew he needed to focus on what stood before him now. Approaching the doors, he swings them open to step inside, forcing himself to walk towards the first person he sees with no hesitation, putting up a false confidence and speaking to them, "Pardon for the intrusion, but I've been informed that from this area I should be able to find directions to the colleges of the arcane. Might I ask where I should be going for such a thing?"