" We'll find out when we get there. " Mislaia says nodding

Chain nods (I actually don't know where he is or is supposed to be)

((You mean Carlos, right? Chain is my character, who just addressed your character in the tavern when the two of them were drowning their sorrows together.))

My mistake. I think he is still half sober

Can't say the same for chain

> Sora gives Galqarin an assessing look, nods her head, and says to Mislaia and Galqarin, "I think we are going to get off on the wrong foot with this fellow if we call him by the wrong name. We should probably go with Joe."

"Mister Joe, yes", agrees the bugbear-with-an-existential-denial-of-his-bugbear-lineage. "What ask Mister Joe that we not know?"

Mislaia clears throat noises " What the hell happened in that forest and did he see who's behind it, sorry sister Mary. "

"In-ter-es-ting", ponders Galqarin out loud. "You think there be villain? Twenty year villain? Not many twenty year villain not dead or 'poof'."

Galqarin looks quite smug (as far as anyone can tell from his inhuman appearance) with his powers of deduction.

((please wait for DM, the game for tonight is cancelled as DM has had kinda of a rough day irl, any progress made without the DM is not counted and you’re still exactly where we left off, tomorrow should be better. Thank you for the wait and patience, as well as understanding and sorry for the inconvenience))

" Or it might be a group... " Mislaia is impressed at Rin's deduction skills

> ((please wait for DM, the game for tonight is cancelled as DM has had kinda of a rough day irl, any progress made without the DM is not counted and you’re still exactly where we left off, tomorrow should be better. Thank you for the wait and patience, as well as understanding and sorry for the inconvenience))

(We're just in the corridor chatting, we don't need no stinkin' DM for that ;) - but seriously, no worries, we don't expect you to be 24/7) 

> "Or it might be a group... " Mislaia is impressed at Rin's deduction skills

"You mean cult? Maybe 'poof' is Druid sac-rif-ice". Galqarin's ego is positively bursting at the unaccustomed attention he is receiving.

(You'll have to talk to yourself now though, 'cos 'tis time I hit the sack!) 

(Okay thank you so much! tomorrow I shall be more active)

( Great session guys see you tomorrow, when , maybe, we can finally enter the room :D )

" Are we there yet? This is a nice staircase by the way. " Mislaia says

Galqarin says nothing. The institutional feel of the place reminds him a bit too much of his time in St. Andral’s Orphanage.

(Apologies for the long wait, the game will now resume)

”Not much is known of the druids but they arrived during the reign of our first king, the family has been watching over this land for 100 years and there is word that they intend to develop Dumbarton.” Sister Mary Anne tells you as you climb the final staircase, leaving Mary behind and have arrived on the third floor, the tower being the last floor. the sister guides you to Mad Eye Joe’s room. there standing at the window is a raggedy man with thinning hair that stuck out at odd angels like greasy wire, scars littered his face, one blue eye stood more protruding than the other green one, his nose looked broken in several places and had healed back jaggedly, he’s hunched over in his frame with a massive lump on his back and his height is approximately 5’7 and his lips twisted into a slant. “Whadder want?” He asks his voice low and grumbling    

" Uhhh, good morning mister Moody. We just want to know what happened in the forest before you came... Here... " Mislaia says walking through the doorway

“Joe” he said sharply with a grunt as he limped away from the window “My name’s joe and why should I tell you?” He added pointedly, clearly not wanting to play nice, perhaps some persuasion and a gentler touch might help, he drags himself over to a chair by the window, his foot lagging behind as his eyes dart wildly around the room “thought there be more of you.” He grumbled to himself, evidently a deep thought of his own.