Sweat beads on Fedor's head, his eyes locked fully on the approach of the monk before him. The knight gauges Yevele's attacks well; his shield moves quickly to block the kick, and he grunts with exertion as he twists to meet her sword with his shield as it approaches his sword arm, which swings low and clips Yevele's knee. He growls with a backswing, his sword clubbing the monk in her side; but not before her the point of her elbow gracefully plants into his temple.

When the combatants back themselves out of their stances, Ontharr Frume raises his tankard in excitement. The drink sloshes around, splashing Karib and Samir as he shouts, "Well done, what a show! Three to three by my count, but Fedor my friend I'm afraid had that fight been real that last elbow would have dropped you. The victory goes to Yevele!"

Fedor for his part bows respectfully to Yevele.

After things settle and the tavern returns to their drinking, Ontharr stands again from the table. "A pleasure to meet you all. Leosin and I have some talking to do," he says. "Stick around, don't go too far. Samir, get to know these folks, it'll do you good," he adds with a wink.

Leosin adds as the pair depart, "Well done all. We will speak soon."

Rogram hits the tabletop with his fist again, this time in triumph. He grabs one of the unclaimed mugs of ale and slides it in front of Yevele. "Well done!" he cheers. "You'll have to teach me those leaps. I've never seen swordplay like that before." He continues — not really paying attention to whether Yevele is listening — reliving the fight from his perspective.

Ontharr stands again from the table. "A pleasure to meet you all. Leosin and I have some talking to do," he says. "Stick around, don't go too far. Samir, get to know these folks, it'll do you good," he adds with a wink.

Rogram, his spirits returning to their former heightened state, looks over at Samir. "So, what temple do you work for? My mother worshiped Azuth, and my Pa worships Moradin. I pay homage to both, though I wouldn't consider myself very religious." He leans in and says confidentially, "Don't tell my Pa."

Amaunator

Samir smiles. "All gods have their place, and here we have sit beneath the warmth of Amaunator's Light." He gestures upwards and takes a moment before gesturing towards the direction of the bright light seen further into the city proper. "I provide healing, mostly. Occasionally help the faithful with driving out monstrous pests when they don't have the coin to hire a professional, that sort of thing. Professionals like you all...?" 

"Are you talking about the Companion?" Rogram asks, looking confused. "Didn't Moradin put that there?" When the others in turn look confused, the half-dwarf rubs the back of his neck. "That's what my uncle said. He said it's a coal from Moradin's forge suspended above the city."

(did I legit mess that up? I only have Google to help me with setting stuff lol)

OOC: LOL! No, Rogram has it wrong.

Samir gives a pitying look to Rogram. "I am afraid the light that you see here is from Amaunator. Not that Moradin isn't great! But this is the blessed lands of Amaunator." 

Rogram furrows his brow at Samir's tone of voice. The half-dwarf looks away and mumbles something under his breath.

Yevele shakes her head at the two men arguing over deities. Growing up in the monastery, the monk was always taught to look inside herself for strength and not to trust in the fickle nature of the gods. You didn't want to offend the gods, but it as also unwise to rely upon the gods for your abilities. What the gods gave, they could easily take away.

Ontharr's fellow knights converse mainly amongst themselves after the large man departs with Leosin, continuing to give the party and Samir time and space to converse. After a stretch of time, they begin to trickle out of the tavern as more folks filter into it in the evening.

OOC: If everyone is ready to move on let me know. I wanted to make sure there was ample time for Samir and the party to get to chat before the plot moved further.

OOC: Was trying to give Uragum a change to post.

OOC: Uragum's in the other campaign ;) Attentive folks might have caught me referring to Rogram as Sylyra the other day too lol.

OOC: Oops! I meant Karib. Really I did. :)

Samir smiles along, just happy to be around. 

(Not sure I need anything further at the moment, thanks though)

Karib never really found religious debates to his taste. Gond created the world and all its intricate parts, and the cunning manner in which they interacted, of that he was sure. The rest was just detail. He smiles as the conversation progresses, content to take occasional deep swigs of ale.

Pleasant introduction turns to prolonged silence as the hours pass by. The afternoon crowd filters out of the tavern entirely, leaving the place nearly to your table before the evening crowd wanders in for drinks and dinner. By the time the place has grown rowdy again, a human boy in his teenage years begs your pardon.

"Excuse me sirs, madam. Sir Frume requests the honor of your presence in private. I can escort you there, if you will be so kind as to follow," he says, bowing respectfully.

Rogram quickly gets to his feet. "Finally," he comments.

As people get up and leave the table, and the crowd in the tavern thins out and then starts to pick up again, Yevele looks at Rogram and Karib and asks "What are we supposed to do? Get a room, meet them somewhere else? Did Leosin or Frume give any directions while I was dueling?"

Shortly after making this statement, the teenager shows up at the table to collect them. Yevele will get up and follow Rogram towards their destination.

Frume's squire shows you to a private space off the tavern's common room and closes the door when he leaves. Waiting for you in the room are the broad-shouldered human paladin, the monk Leosin, and many pitchers of dark red wine. The paladin's face wears a serious expression, unlike its usual open countenance.

"My friends, we have much important business to discuss. At this point, you know almost as much about it as we do, and thanks to you, we know twice as much today as we did a tenday ago. Something rotten is afoot. We have no formal organization to oppose these rascals -- not yet, anyway. We're working on that. And we need people like you, who know how to fight, and how and when to keep their heads down and observe. We can't promise you anything except long days filled with danger and stress -- but what could be better than that, eh?"

Leosin pours wine into glasses, distributing them to those who wish to partake as Ontharr speaks.