Edgar is actually a little excited about going to the  keep. He has never been to a royal household before, and they always have the most interesting stuff. Who knows, maybe some items are looking for a change in ownership. 

He walks up to Aramae and in a low whisper he say “So what is the plan here? Do we just follow them to the keep or are we making a break for it?” 

Aramae had simply shaken his head in response to Edgar. Once in the room, before he starts his meditation, Aramae casts Message to Edgar and says, 'If you steal something from here I will not help you. Did you not see the shiny man? I would rather keep my head, thank you.'

Edgar would also notice once in the keep that there are no decorations on the walls or even anything more than simple household items in the room. It seems that this keep is made for some other purpose that being a household.

Oryxis would silently protest in his head, when the champion states that they'd all bee nthere for the entirety of the fight, but decides that pedantry wouldn't do any good, and follows along. He silently listens to the odd group he had stumbled into, but when the discussion turns to religion, his face sours a little. When Aramae starts to prattle in meditative prayer, he had to do everything possible not to roll his eyes. The keep quickly caught his attention though, much more to his sort of aesthetics than what he had expected.

Not having noticed Oryxis's disdain for his prayers, Aramae jovially approaches the larger feline once his meditation has finished.

"Hello friend! You may have already heard my name, but I will properly introduce myself to you this time. My name is Aramae, and that is my long time friend and ally Edgar. Lyrika is the musically enchanting Satyr and I am afraid I have not had the pleasure of getting to know our Firbolg friend Fenro here. And with you among us, our group is quite the catty bunch."

Aramae chuckles quietly at his lame pun.

Edgar answer Aras message with a laugh. 

Noticing that Oryxis ignore Ara, he mock him “what? Cat got your to tongue?” 

What type of decorations are there? Edgar wished to swap a glass or chalice for a wooden mug he stole on the ship, and under the mug he will draw the symbol for Onoso.

There are no decorations at all, completely spartan. The only things in you room are a wooden table, six beds with brown linens, six chairs, six footlocker at the ends of the beds and a large basin full of water. You get the sense that this place is more a military garrison than anything else.

Oryxis' face remains a stoic mask at the pun. "I wasn't aware we were a group yet. I'm only here because I loath to miss an opportunity for crushing my foes." He then corrects himself though, and turns to the rest, with a more jovial attitude. "I am sorry, I don't want to be gruff, I just wanted to make clear that I'm already under employment and might have to leave soon for other travels. What is your next destination, now that the contest is likely called off?"

The stark nature of the room felt foreign to Fenro. Even desserts, the bleakest of natures environments, held a natural beauty, with the shifting dunes and contrasting colours between earth and sky. This place felt like someone had worked hard to rid themselves entirely of beauty and fought for complete control. The Firbolg listened to the conversations around him. He and Oryxis were clearly outsiders here. The other three had been together for some time and the relationship between them seemed easy. Still, at least when the flames were burning, as they say, they had stood together. "Oryxis, I for one am happy for your assistance back at the tent. The contest was just a source of interest for me. I seek knowledge, though where I will find these answers is just a much of a question to ponder as my original intent. I am hoping that someone in the city could as least point me in the right direction. I met these three at the temples earlier and felt that being around others was a better option in a new city."

"Well I had no plans other than to see the shrine to Tisus, but that can be done at anytime. I was just praying to Him for the safety of the townsfolk. Lyrika seeks means of obtaining gold to save her brethren. And knowledge is never an unwise thing to strive to achieve. As for you, fiesty feline fellow, barring any potential unemployment in regards to they you should be guarding, what goal or goals did you wish to accomplish?"

As they chat among themselves, Lyrika sits on a footlocker listening to the chatter, humming and trying to scrape some of the rust off her grandfather's blade with a rock. Being sort of under arrest but not quite was much better than actually being under arrest. And she had a strange feeling her luck was going to change soon. Hopefully for the better.

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There are no decorations at all, completely spartan. The only things in you room are a wooden table, six beds with brown linens, six chairs, six footlocker at the ends of the beds and a large basin full of water. You get the sense that this place is more a military garrison than anything else.

 Edgar will then just carve in the symbol on the underside of the stools and table. Then he will go an lay down in the bed  and scratch in “Don’t trust the the man in gold, he is crazy..” on the inside of the bedpost so that you see it when laying down. 

“I’m out on a treasure hunt of sorts. I’ve got a lead down in Talgilak and am currently looking for companions with different skill sets to join me. I’m sure there are going to be a lot of trouble on the way so if you are interested I would like for all of you to join me.” Edgar looks to all of them and then he takes out the bottle of wine “so how about it? Lets drink for camaraderie?” And he grind as he takes out his dagger and open the bottle. 

"Ah, but Edgar, we have no glasses! How shall we share this wine with our new friends? Gulp from the same bottle? If I had wanted to taste everyone's saliva I would simply kiss you all myself!"

Aramae grins and chuckles.

It's at this moment the Captain and the Æthling enter the room, looking quite out of sorts. You can all tell the Æthling has been crying. "Save your kissing fir your own time, I'm afraid we has bad news. This wasn't the only attack tonight. There were attempts on every leader in the Kingdoms. It pains me to say this but the Queen is dead. Along with her are the Baron of Schirit, the Æthling of Tulcanis, the Baron and Æthling of Nehimah, and the Baron of Novgortah." 

For the first time since the group has known him, Aramae is truly at a loss for words. Eyes wide with a look of true horror on his face as he gapes at the Lady as she gives her news. It takes him several moments to collect himself enough to say something.

"Does this mean.....you are the sole surviving ruler among the nations?"

Edagar swallows hard and let out a low “mjao” sound. “I think you need this more then we do” he say and take out a few wooden mugs from his bag and pour the whine in to them. “To the dead, may their souls feast with the gods tonight.” He say with more sincerity you have heard from him the entire day. 

Aramae takes his mug but then sits down on the floor and closes his eyes in prayer once more, holding the drink in his hands and praying to Tisus for the safe passage of the lost souls to the afterlife.

He slowly sips his drink with everyone. He casts Prestidigitation to make a gentle sea breeze and scent fill the room, simulating the passing of the departed into places beyond.

The Æthling looks deeply sad as she accepts the drink. "It's not quite that bad. While my grandmother is dead that only makes me the Baron of Novgortah. Your own Baron in Tulcanis is alive, as well as the Baron of Urthar. He was injured but managed to kill his attackers. We also don't know about the Baron of Kahbrador, but that's not unusual for the dragonborn, they're always secretive. With the Queen dead I suppose that once things are sorted out there will be another choosing. For now the High Chancellor is in charge of the Kingdoms." 

"I had not personally met the Baron of Tulcanis, but I had always appreciated him allowing my family to stay in his lands."

Aramae glances around at everyone in the room, holding up his drink.

"We drink to the few who we have lost and to the many we still have. Then, much work to be done. And although it is hardly my place, I do wish to offer my aid in the efforts to mend the nations' wounds, both political and not."

Oryxis would grab a cup, and fill it with the water from his flask, not wanting to be rude but also not wishing to drink anything that could cloud his senses. A strike at every ruler was ambitious, maybe even foolhardy. But it also put all the survivors under a spotlight, since they had the most to gain from the strike. That said, he had seen the attackers, and there seemed to be no question in his mind that they intended to kill the Æthling.

"What else is known of the attackers? Any distinguishing features, any identifiable marks?"

If he didn't seem to be too phased about the deaths of so many rulers, it was because on the plains, the only way to get your own pride is to either kill another leader, or gather followers. It was either a test of strength, or one of charisma. Needless to say, most went with the first option, which resulted in a large turnover of leonin males every year, since it would be unusual for both that enter the fight to leave alive.