Rogram scans the faces behind him, and as no one else appears to be ready to take the lead, he gives a little shrug and checks the door to see if it is locked.
The smell of damp earth is prevalent in the kitchen of the Carnath Roadhouse this morning, if the kitchen can even be called that. Beyond the shuttered windows of the roadhouse, rain hammers the thatched roof in steady rhythm. Aside from the grumbling of Gristle Pete prepping meat and chopping vegetables, the tavern-like room is quiet, a single table occupied by the three remaining members of the investigation team sent by Leosin Erlanthar of the Harpers and Ontharr Frume of the Order of the Gauntlet. Seated with them are Carlon Amoffel, the wiry human Harper that had been rescued from being buried in the road by the Cult of the Dragon, and Jamna Gleamsilver, the sly gnome woman with a near-permanent smirk etched on her face.
"Eyes up," Jamna says as the doors to the kitchen swing open. "They're looking for us."
Indeed, the genasi and human that enter from the soaked and muddy courtyard don't hesitate to approach and join you at the table. The pair catches a very brief glimpse of the Harpers' symbol tattooed onto Carlon's arm as the human adjusts his position.
OOC: Take a moment to re-introduce the existing party and introduce our new characters to one another as they become acquainted! I'll be here to help fill in any gaps, but I'd like the party to relay what they can of the group's mission before Carlon and Jamna say much about it.
As the little fire Genasi enters from the courtyard, he attempts to shake the mud from his boots. Hand still raised infront of himself, a small flame flickers just above it, leaving an ever-changing glow on his clean shaven face and fire in his eyes, possibly just a reflection, but possibly more. His high collar still flipped up on what would best described as a blackened militant style jacket with long coat tails, still dripping, looks orderly, in complete contrast to the messy locks going every direction on his head.
Seeing the lone occupied table, he looks back at his companion to see her reaction. Seeing what he believes to be a similar conclusion, he blows the flame out from his hand and approaches. "Well, for a lot who wish to lurk about, you were surprisingly easy to locate, perhaps that's speaks more about me I suppose. I am Hono Shadowsong, sent to assist you in your current duties on behalf of the Emerald Enclave. We too have a shared interest in the success of this investigation. My newly acquainted associate and I are your reserves in this matter."
“And what exactly do we need help with? Building the road to Neverwinter?” Merric looks up from his cup, thoughts still occupied with the locked door from last night, as the newcomers approach the table, but they can see a glint of recognition cross his hazel eyes when they mention the Emerald Enclave. He casts a quick look over his shoulder, making sure the room is clear of any other occupants.
Merric is a lean elf with coppery skin and an unruly mop of chestnut hair. A cloak mottled with greens and browns cover well-worn leathers and a longbow and quiver with a pair of short swords strapped alongside leans against the table within easy arm’s reach.
Entering alongside Hono is a human woman who seems almost as dark as he is bright. She wears a high-quality black traveling cloak, and she pushes back the cowl as she enters, revealing her shoulder length hair. At her back is a large round wooden shield, which she starts to remove. At her belt are a pair of axes and a warhammer. As she removes her cloak and hangs it on a peg not far from the door, it reveals a black shirt and grey jacket with a gold-colored border. Woolen breaches and polished black leather boots complete the outfit. All look in good condition.
The genasi had long since made his way to the table by the time she comes over. "We did not exactly come here to build a road, but rather to join your task force. To help with your investigation," she says plainly. "I am Rachael Bearbloom, representative of the Lords' Alliance." Her light blue eyes scan the others seated.
At the words "Lord's Alliance", one of the four males — the strong-looking and relatively young-faced ... human? — immediately shifts from a look of suspicion and wariness to utter delight. This one has an auburn beard that looks like it once might have been well kept, but is now a little rough around the edges, and a leather beanie down over his ears. He smiles up at Rachael, staring at her unabashedly as she sits.
Leaning across the table, he loudly whispers. "Finally! I've been trying to get a message to the Lords' Alliance for ... well, since we left for Elturgard!"
He gives a quick glance around the room to make sure he's not being overheard. "We're following the Cult of the Dragon north. They attacked Greenest — my home — and we followed them to a camp and rescued some of my family that had been taken prisoner. We got them back home, but when we went back to the camp to look for my Pa, they had moved on." He glances toward the human with the shaved head. "That's when I met Karib. He is a blacksmith, too, and he worked with my Pa in the camp!"
"Anyway, he's helping me follow the Cult to rescue my Pa. And to stop the Cult if we can."
He motions to the other three, giving quick introductions, ignoring Merric's initial caution.
Turning back to Rachael, he frowns. "Leosin and Ontharr wanted me to swear allegiance to either the Order of the Gauntlet or the Harpers ... but the only faction I really know is the Lords' Alliance. They help keep the peace in Greenest. Or did. I think if Pa was going to choose an organization for me to work with, it would be them." He pauses. "But I really want to talk to him about it first."
He sits back, clearly troubled by the end of his revelations — now appearing to struggle with his own thoughts.
OOC: I will refer to Rogram as a half-dwarf because that's what he is. He is currently trying to hide that as they try to infiltrate the cult. You can decide when your character realizes this and decide if they would say anything.
Rachael smiles at the favorable reception from the man from Greenest. "It does seem your message must have reached the Lord's Alliance!" She nods in greeting to Karib as he is mentioned. And then each of the others in turn as they are introduced. (Presumably Merric - who didn't give a name before, Carlon, and Jamna.) "And what is your name sir?"
"I'm not sure who Leosin and Ontharr are, but If you wished it, I am sure the Lord's Alliance would be glad to have you as an agent based on your work here," she adds, pausing at the end as she notes him struggling.
"I'm curious as well," she cautiously goes on. "I heard that the cult raided villages in the south of the Sword Coast. But you are following them into the north?"
Merric sighs loudly, the exhale of air pushing up a curl of hair hanging down over his face. “Easy, Rogram. No need to spill everything to strangers. But at least it appears we are among friends. Both the Lord’s Alliance and the Enclave. What a band we make!”
He looks over to Rachael and Hono and nods graciously. “Merric Greenleaf, at your service. I am the eyes and ears of my King, a friend to both the Alliance and the Enclave, sent to find out information behind rumors of this cult.”
“You have indeed found us amidst an investigation, and we welcome the help” He leans forward. “But it is best to be discreet. You never know who is listening. We found this Harper buried to his neck alongside the road.” He jerks a thumb at Carlon. “And unless I miss my mark, which I never do, the cult is firmly in control of this little waystation.”
"Well, for a lot who wish to lurk about, you were surprisingly easy to locate,"
A bullky and scarred human male with what appears to be uneven tufts of hair sprouting from his head looks up at the words. He stares at the newcomer, frowning.
"Do I look like the sneaking sort, lad? Just a humble caravan guard here."
He pushes his empty breakfast plate to the centre of the table and lifts an almost empty mug of ale to his lips. He takes a long swig, not expecting an answer, and continues to examine the newcomer closely. "The name's Karib, bye the way. Blacksmith and tinkerer, specialising in breaking things and fixing things."
A weather beaten hat sits on the table next to him, a limp feather sagging near its brim. His chain mail, on the other hand, looks very well maintained and has a distinctive black sheen. A finely carved long walking stick shod in metal leans against the table within easy reach.
"We did not exactly come here to build a road, but rather to join your task force. To help with your investigation,"..."I am Rachael Bearbloom, representative of the Lords' Alliance.
His gaze turns to the second newcomer and his frown deepens, "If you say so."
Glancing around the room he wonders if more newcomers are likely to introduce themselves, then catches Jamna's eye, wondering what she thinks of the two strangers.
His reverie is interrupted when he hears Rogram start to speak. He closes his eyes and sags in his seat.
At the words "Lord's Alliance", one of the four males — the strong-looking and relatively young-faced ... human? — immediately shifts from a look of suspicion and wariness to utter delight. ... Merric sighs loudly, the exhale of air pushing up a curl of hair hanging down over his face. “Easy, Rogram. No need to spill everything to strangers. But at least it appears we are among friends. Both the Lord’s Alliance and the Enclave. What a band we make!”
Karib laughs at Merric's comment, "Rogram's specialty is saying too much, too soon, to too many people."
He grins and the half-dwarf. "Don't worry lad, your secret's safe with me."
"I'm curious as well," she cautiously goes on. "I heard that the cult raided villages in the south of the Sword Coast. But you are following them into the north?"
Karib runs his hand over his tufty head and grunts. "One goes where the trail leads," he says, returning his gaze to the two newcomers, still trying to size them up.
"I don't want to seem unwelcoming ..." he shrugs, clearly not perturbed by the idea at all, "...but I have to ask if you have any proof you are what you claim to be?We can put it to the test, if not." He glances at Carlon with a grin.
Rogram opens his mouth to respond to Rachael when Merric speaks again. The half-dwarf frowns as he is once again reminded to be more cautious. He knows it's true, but it stings all the same. Karib's follow-up, softened by a chuckle and a smile, cools Rogram's temper. He nods sheepishly, letting his eyes flick to the elf in an almost apologetic way before looking back at the new female.
"I'm Rogram," he says, less energetically. "Thank you for the kind words."
"What they say is true. I try to think before ... Well, my Pa used to say I not only put the cart before the horse, but I put the load before the cart. If it wasn't for this lot, my soul would have returned to the stone long ago. I keep getting myself into scrapes I can't get myself out of." He shakes his head. "I'm not really an adventurer. I thought I was. I couldn't wait to get out of my father's shadow. But now I know. After we rescue my Pa, I'm going back home and will be as content as a dragon on its hoard."
"Anyway," he says, "we followed the cult to Baldur's Gate and joined a caravan some of the cult's wagons are a part of to Neverwinter. There, we split up. Merric, Carlon and Jamna stayed with the caravan while Karib and I went north ahead of them to perhaps throw off our scent." He opens his mouth to continue when he catches Merric's look of consternation. He realizes he is once again "spilling everything to strangers."
Rogram shuts his mouth and looks down at the table.
Hono cocks an eyebrow at this tall one with the scars. Hono starts to open his mouth in response to the humble guard comment and thinks better of it and desides to hold his tongue, if he was just a simple guard, which he fits the description, then he isn't Hono's preferred audience.
"So let me get this straight, you are a non aligent recruit who is being woo'd by those other then the want you wish to be a part of, you are a representative of the royal interests, and you are a simple guard... and I was under the impression this was a Harpers and/or the Order of the Gauntlet leading this effort. I am starting to understand the need of our assistance. " Hono look up to Rachael in a questioning look. Looking around a bit more at the others, "That one looks like we have met before, apologies if that is the case, I'm sure it was a simple miscalculation on your part. So that leaves you Miss..." Finally seeing the unintentional smile on Jamna's face and is taken a back slightly, Hono isn't quite sure where to go from here, at least she was of a reasonable size to work with. "Umm would you be in charge here?"
Jamna looks hard at the two newcomers, her eyes never wavering. She leans back after some silence, and slaps her hands on the table. "They're being straight with us," the gnome says. "Wouldn't make sense for the Cult to be so sneaky as to send them here, even if the ones we followed here somehow sent a message. The ones here certainly aren't shy with letting us know they're unhappy with us." She looks to Rogram as she says, "This one got the tar beaten out of him last night by his crush." If he looks dour about it, she adds, "Bah, cheer up. Looks like Briferhew was on the level about getting your message to the Lords' Alliance, at least."
"Jamna Gleamsilver," she extends a hand. "I'm the one responsible for saving this lot from dying by oatmeal."
When Karib asks for proof, Rachael reaches within her jacket and pulls out a badge, a gold crown upon a red background, symbol of the Lords' Alliance. "As a representative of the Lords' Alliance, I can vouch for myself and Hono here. He has traveled with me from Waterdeep." She nods to Jamna as she seems to support them. And when she offers a hand she takes it. "Well met Jamna." A slight grin comes to her face. "And I hope perhaps to learn more about this death by oatmeal at some point."
"Do you all mind if I take a seat and join you?" she asks the group, having so far stayed standing. "The place seems rather empty this morning. You are concerned about being overhead though? Do the... others know of your presence here?" She seems to be trying to pick her words carefully now to not be too obvious.
"Ya, death by grain does have a puzzling sound to it..." Hono makes a mental note to try and recall Purify Food and Drink as it appears it's lot might have a supplies problem. He turns a stink eye towards the one preparing food. "Puzzling indeed," he's says much quieter then before. Still glancing away, Hono notes in his normal volume, "Also we are not unhappy, simply compairing against expectations, that's all."
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Karib Investigation: 5
The object doesn't seem to be far from the opposite side of the door, as the angle changes while Karib walks back and forth in the warehouse.
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Rogram scans the faces behind him, and as no one else appears to be ready to take the lead, he gives a little shrug and checks the door to see if it is locked.
The door is indeed locked, bolt rattling against the frame as Rogram attempts to open it.
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Rogram looks around at the others. "Anyone have a skeleton key?"
OOC: Awaiting a response from the party before continuing.
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OOC: Pausing while we recruit to fill out the party.
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OOC: Resuming from the following morning...
The smell of damp earth is prevalent in the kitchen of the Carnath Roadhouse this morning, if the kitchen can even be called that. Beyond the shuttered windows of the roadhouse, rain hammers the thatched roof in steady rhythm. Aside from the grumbling of Gristle Pete prepping meat and chopping vegetables, the tavern-like room is quiet, a single table occupied by the three remaining members of the investigation team sent by Leosin Erlanthar of the Harpers and Ontharr Frume of the Order of the Gauntlet. Seated with them are Carlon Amoffel, the wiry human Harper that had been rescued from being buried in the road by the Cult of the Dragon, and Jamna Gleamsilver, the sly gnome woman with a near-permanent smirk etched on her face.
"Eyes up," Jamna says as the doors to the kitchen swing open. "They're looking for us."
Indeed, the genasi and human that enter from the soaked and muddy courtyard don't hesitate to approach and join you at the table. The pair catches a very brief glimpse of the Harpers' symbol tattooed onto Carlon's arm as the human adjusts his position.
OOC: Take a moment to re-introduce the existing party and introduce our new characters to one another as they become acquainted! I'll be here to help fill in any gaps, but I'd like the party to relay what they can of the group's mission before Carlon and Jamna say much about it.
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As the little fire Genasi enters from the courtyard, he attempts to shake the mud from his boots. Hand still raised infront of himself, a small flame flickers just above it, leaving an ever-changing glow on his clean shaven face and fire in his eyes, possibly just a reflection, but possibly more. His high collar still flipped up on what would best described as a blackened militant style jacket with long coat tails, still dripping, looks orderly, in complete contrast to the messy locks going every direction on his head.
Seeing the lone occupied table, he looks back at his companion to see her reaction. Seeing what he believes to be a similar conclusion, he blows the flame out from his hand and approaches. "Well, for a lot who wish to lurk about, you were surprisingly easy to locate, perhaps that's speaks more about me I suppose. I am Hono Shadowsong, sent to assist you in your current duties on behalf of the Emerald Enclave. We too have a shared interest in the success of this investigation. My newly acquainted associate and I are your reserves in this matter."
“And what exactly do we need help with? Building the road to Neverwinter?” Merric looks up from his cup, thoughts still occupied with the locked door from last night, as the newcomers approach the table, but they can see a glint of recognition cross his hazel eyes when they mention the Emerald Enclave. He casts a quick look over his shoulder, making sure the room is clear of any other occupants.
Merric is a lean elf with coppery skin and an unruly mop of chestnut hair. A cloak mottled with greens and browns cover well-worn leathers and a longbow and quiver with a pair of short swords strapped alongside leans against the table within easy arm’s reach.
Entering alongside Hono is a human woman who seems almost as dark as he is bright. She wears a high-quality black traveling cloak, and she pushes back the cowl as she enters, revealing her shoulder length hair. At her back is a large round wooden shield, which she starts to remove. At her belt are a pair of axes and a warhammer. As she removes her cloak and hangs it on a peg not far from the door, it reveals a black shirt and grey jacket with a gold-colored border. Woolen breaches and polished black leather boots complete the outfit. All look in good condition.
The genasi had long since made his way to the table by the time she comes over. "We did not exactly come here to build a road, but rather to join your task force. To help with your investigation," she says plainly. "I am Rachael Bearbloom, representative of the Lords' Alliance." Her light blue eyes scan the others seated.
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At the words "Lord's Alliance", one of the four males — the strong-looking and relatively young-faced ... human? — immediately shifts from a look of suspicion and wariness to utter delight. This one has an auburn beard that looks like it once might have been well kept, but is now a little rough around the edges, and a leather beanie down over his ears. He smiles up at Rachael, staring at her unabashedly as she sits.
Leaning across the table, he loudly whispers. "Finally! I've been trying to get a message to the Lords' Alliance for ... well, since we left for Elturgard!"
He gives a quick glance around the room to make sure he's not being overheard. "We're following the Cult of the Dragon north. They attacked Greenest — my home — and we followed them to a camp and rescued some of my family that had been taken prisoner. We got them back home, but when we went back to the camp to look for my Pa, they had moved on." He glances toward the human with the shaved head. "That's when I met Karib. He is a blacksmith, too, and he worked with my Pa in the camp!"
"Anyway, he's helping me follow the Cult to rescue my Pa. And to stop the Cult if we can."
He motions to the other three, giving quick introductions, ignoring Merric's initial caution.
Turning back to Rachael, he frowns. "Leosin and Ontharr wanted me to swear allegiance to either the Order of the Gauntlet or the Harpers ... but the only faction I really know is the Lords' Alliance. They help keep the peace in Greenest. Or did. I think if Pa was going to choose an organization for me to work with, it would be them." He pauses. "But I really want to talk to him about it first."
He sits back, clearly troubled by the end of his revelations — now appearing to struggle with his own thoughts.
OOC: I will refer to Rogram as a half-dwarf because that's what he is. He is currently trying to hide that as they try to infiltrate the cult. You can decide when your character realizes this and decide if they would say anything.
Rachael smiles at the favorable reception from the man from Greenest. "It does seem your message must have reached the Lord's Alliance!" She nods in greeting to Karib as he is mentioned. And then each of the others in turn as they are introduced. (Presumably Merric - who didn't give a name before, Carlon, and Jamna.) "And what is your name sir?"
"I'm not sure who Leosin and Ontharr are, but If you wished it, I am sure the Lord's Alliance would be glad to have you as an agent based on your work here," she adds, pausing at the end as she notes him struggling.
"I'm curious as well," she cautiously goes on. "I heard that the cult raided villages in the south of the Sword Coast. But you are following them into the north?"
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Merric sighs loudly, the exhale of air pushing up a curl of hair hanging down over his face. “Easy, Rogram. No need to spill everything to strangers. But at least it appears we are among friends. Both the Lord’s Alliance and the Enclave. What a band we make!”
He looks over to Rachael and Hono and nods graciously. “Merric Greenleaf, at your service. I am the eyes and ears of my King, a friend to both the Alliance and the Enclave, sent to find out information behind rumors of this cult.”
“You have indeed found us amidst an investigation, and we welcome the help” He leans forward. “But it is best to be discreet. You never know who is listening. We found this Harper buried to his neck alongside the road.” He jerks a thumb at Carlon. “And unless I miss my mark, which I never do, the cult is firmly in control of this little waystation.”
A bullky and scarred human male with what appears to be uneven tufts of hair sprouting from his head looks up at the words. He stares at the newcomer, frowning.
"Do I look like the sneaking sort, lad? Just a humble caravan guard here."
He pushes his empty breakfast plate to the centre of the table and lifts an almost empty mug of ale to his lips. He takes a long swig, not expecting an answer, and continues to examine the newcomer closely. "The name's Karib, bye the way. Blacksmith and tinkerer, specialising in breaking things and fixing things."
A weather beaten hat sits on the table next to him, a limp feather sagging near its brim. His chain mail, on the other hand, looks very well maintained and has a distinctive black sheen. A finely carved long walking stick shod in metal leans against the table within easy reach.
His gaze turns to the second newcomer and his frown deepens, "If you say so."
Glancing around the room he wonders if more newcomers are likely to introduce themselves, then catches Jamna's eye, wondering what she thinks of the two strangers.
His reverie is interrupted when he hears Rogram start to speak. He closes his eyes and sags in his seat.
Karib laughs at Merric's comment, "Rogram's specialty is saying too much, too soon, to too many people."
He grins and the half-dwarf. "Don't worry lad, your secret's safe with me."
Karib runs his hand over his tufty head and grunts. "One goes where the trail leads," he says, returning his gaze to the two newcomers, still trying to size them up.
"I don't want to seem unwelcoming ..." he shrugs, clearly not perturbed by the idea at all, "...but I have to ask if you have any proof you are what you claim to be? We can put it to the test, if not." He glances at Carlon with a grin.
Rogram opens his mouth to respond to Rachael when Merric speaks again. The half-dwarf frowns as he is once again reminded to be more cautious. He knows it's true, but it stings all the same. Karib's follow-up, softened by a chuckle and a smile, cools Rogram's temper. He nods sheepishly, letting his eyes flick to the elf in an almost apologetic way before looking back at the new female.
"I'm Rogram," he says, less energetically. "Thank you for the kind words."
"What they say is true. I try to think before ... Well, my Pa used to say I not only put the cart before the horse, but I put the load before the cart. If it wasn't for this lot, my soul would have returned to the stone long ago. I keep getting myself into scrapes I can't get myself out of." He shakes his head. "I'm not really an adventurer. I thought I was. I couldn't wait to get out of my father's shadow. But now I know. After we rescue my Pa, I'm going back home and will be as content as a dragon on its hoard."
"Anyway," he says, "we followed the cult to Baldur's Gate and joined a caravan some of the cult's wagons are a part of to Neverwinter. There, we split up. Merric, Carlon and Jamna stayed with the caravan while Karib and I went north ahead of them to perhaps throw off our scent." He opens his mouth to continue when he catches Merric's look of consternation. He realizes he is once again "spilling everything to strangers."
Rogram shuts his mouth and looks down at the table.
Hono cocks an eyebrow at this tall one with the scars. Hono starts to open his mouth in response to the humble guard comment and thinks better of it and desides to hold his tongue, if he was just a simple guard, which he fits the description, then he isn't Hono's preferred audience.
"So let me get this straight, you are a non aligent recruit who is being woo'd by those other then the want you wish to be a part of, you are a representative of the royal interests, and you are a simple guard... and I was under the impression this was a Harpers and/or the Order of the Gauntlet leading this effort. I am starting to understand the need of our assistance. " Hono look up to Rachael in a questioning look. Looking around a bit more at the others, "That one looks like we have met before, apologies if that is the case, I'm sure it was a simple miscalculation on your part. So that leaves you Miss..." Finally seeing the unintentional smile on Jamna's face and is taken a back slightly, Hono isn't quite sure where to go from here, at least she was of a reasonable size to work with. "Umm would you be in charge here?"
Jamna looks hard at the two newcomers, her eyes never wavering. She leans back after some silence, and slaps her hands on the table. "They're being straight with us," the gnome says. "Wouldn't make sense for the Cult to be so sneaky as to send them here, even if the ones we followed here somehow sent a message. The ones here certainly aren't shy with letting us know they're unhappy with us." She looks to Rogram as she says, "This one got the tar beaten out of him last night by his crush." If he looks dour about it, she adds, "Bah, cheer up. Looks like Briferhew was on the level about getting your message to the Lords' Alliance, at least."
"Jamna Gleamsilver," she extends a hand. "I'm the one responsible for saving this lot from dying by oatmeal."
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When Karib asks for proof, Rachael reaches within her jacket and pulls out a badge, a gold crown upon a red background, symbol of the Lords' Alliance. "As a representative of the Lords' Alliance, I can vouch for myself and Hono here. He has traveled with me from Waterdeep." She nods to Jamna as she seems to support them. And when she offers a hand she takes it. "Well met Jamna." A slight grin comes to her face. "And I hope perhaps to learn more about this death by oatmeal at some point."
"Do you all mind if I take a seat and join you?" she asks the group, having so far stayed standing. "The place seems rather empty this morning. You are concerned about being overhead though? Do the... others know of your presence here?" She seems to be trying to pick her words carefully now to not be too obvious.
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"Ya, death by grain does have a puzzling sound to it..." Hono makes a mental note to try and recall Purify Food and Drink as it appears it's lot might have a supplies problem. He turns a stink eye towards the one preparing food. "Puzzling indeed," he's says much quieter then before. Still glancing away, Hono notes in his normal volume, "Also we are not unhappy, simply compairing against expectations, that's all."