A haggard looking elven priest stumbles into the tavern. His armor is torn and the holy symbols around his neck are cracked. The shield on his back is scratched and dirty. He is about 5'11", has black hair, and blue eyes. He wears black pants and boots and wears a white shirt. He collapses into a chair with a groan and starts to bandage some major wounds on his leg.
Daniel looks over and tilts his head. He sets down his ale and walks over, holding out a vial of bright red liquid. "Here mate" he says.
The priest looks at him. "Thanks but no thanks."
"Why?" he says and narrows his eyes "Your hurt"
"A priest is supposed to look after others not themselves."
"Drink the health potion mate" he said "don't be stubborn"
The priest tightens his bandage. "Dont worry about me. I'll be alright." he says with a pained smile.
"Bloody hells..." he says and pulls up a chair, sitting in front of the priest. He pulls out a small glass jar with a runic symbol written in red wax seal on its side. He opens the jar and cuts open the tied bandages around the priests leg.
The priest grabs his hand, not forcefully, and pushes his hand away.
He narrows his eyes and takes the chance, while the priest is pushing his hand away, to force the health potion into him. (Athletics: 34 )
The priest chokes but unwillingly drinks the potion.
Gain: 44 HP
The priest coughs as his leg heals. "Thank you." he grumbles.
"Your welcome" Daniel said and sat back down, it seems that took a bit outta him. He leans his head back "who are you?"
"Corym Leosalor. And you are?"
He sits up again and leans forward, letting his body hold itself on his elbows as he sat forward in his seat. "Daniel O'Malley" he said and grinned a bit.
"Pleasure." Corym says as he leans back in his chair with a sigh.
Daniel nods "Can i interest you in a drink or something?"
"Some ale would be nice."
He nods and orders two for them both.
"Thank you."
"yer welcome" Daniel said and nodded. "So whats a priest like you doing here?"
"Missions."
"What missions?" Daniel asks, raising an eyebrow.
"Priest like missions."
He rolls his eyes "Fine then" he said and said, shifting a bit and leaning backwards in his chair.
"There not holy missions." he says with an evil grin.
Daniel chokes on his ale for a moment, sputtering and coughing. "Your not a good priest? Coulda fooled me" he says and chuckles a bit.
A haggard looking elven priest stumbles into the tavern. His armor is torn and the holy symbols around his neck are cracked. The shield on his back is scratched and dirty. He is about 5'11", has black hair, and blue eyes. He wears black pants and boots and wears a white shirt. He collapses into a chair with a groan and starts to bandage some major wounds on his leg.
Daniel looks over and tilts his head. He sets down his ale and walks over, holding out a vial of bright red liquid. "Here mate" he says.
The priest looks at him. "Thanks but no thanks."
"Why?" he says and narrows his eyes "Your hurt"
"A priest is supposed to look after others not themselves."
"Drink the health potion mate" he said "don't be stubborn"
The priest tightens his bandage. "Dont worry about me. I'll be alright." he says with a pained smile.
"Bloody hells..." he says and pulls up a chair, sitting in front of the priest. He pulls out a small glass jar with a runic symbol written in red wax seal on its side. He opens the jar and cuts open the tied bandages around the priests leg.
The priest grabs his hand, not forcefully, and pushes his hand away.
He narrows his eyes and takes the chance, while the priest is pushing his hand away, to force the health potion into him. (Athletics: 34 )
The priest chokes but unwillingly drinks the potion.
Gain: 44 HP
The priest coughs as his leg heals. "Thank you." he grumbles.
"Your welcome" Daniel said and sat back down, it seems that took a bit outta him. He leans his head back "who are you?"
"Corym Leosalor. And you are?"
He sits up again and leans forward, letting his body hold itself on his elbows as he sat forward in his seat. "Daniel O'Malley" he said and grinned a bit.
"Pleasure." Corym says as he leans back in his chair with a sigh.
Daniel nods "Can i interest you in a drink or something?"
"Some ale would be nice."
He nods and orders two for them both.
"Thank you."
"yer welcome" Daniel said and nodded. "So whats a priest like you doing here?"
"Missions."
"What missions?" Daniel asks, raising an eyebrow.
"Priest like missions."
He rolls his eyes "Fine then" he said and said, shifting a bit and leaning backwards in his chair.
"There not holy missions." he says with an evil grin.
Daniel chokes on his ale for a moment, sputtering and coughing. "Your not a good priest? Coulda fooled me" he says and chuckles a bit.
A haggard looking elven priest stumbles into the tavern. His armor is torn and the holy symbols around his neck are cracked. The shield on his back is scratched and dirty. He is about 5'11", has black hair, and blue eyes. He wears black pants and boots and wears a white shirt. He collapses into a chair with a groan and starts to bandage some major wounds on his leg.
Daniel looks over and tilts his head. He sets down his ale and walks over, holding out a vial of bright red liquid. "Here mate" he says.
The priest looks at him. "Thanks but no thanks."
"Why?" he says and narrows his eyes "Your hurt"
"A priest is supposed to look after others not themselves."
"Drink the health potion mate" he said "don't be stubborn"
The priest tightens his bandage. "Dont worry about me. I'll be alright." he says with a pained smile.
"Bloody hells..." he says and pulls up a chair, sitting in front of the priest. He pulls out a small glass jar with a runic symbol written in red wax seal on its side. He opens the jar and cuts open the tied bandages around the priests leg.
The priest grabs his hand, not forcefully, and pushes his hand away.
He narrows his eyes and takes the chance, while the priest is pushing his hand away, to force the health potion into him. (Athletics: 34 )
The priest chokes but unwillingly drinks the potion.
Gain: 44 HP
The priest coughs as his leg heals. "Thank you." he grumbles.
"Your welcome" Daniel said and sat back down, it seems that took a bit outta him. He leans his head back "who are you?"
"Corym Leosalor. And you are?"
He sits up again and leans forward, letting his body hold itself on his elbows as he sat forward in his seat. "Daniel O'Malley" he said and grinned a bit.
"Pleasure." Corym says as he leans back in his chair with a sigh.
Daniel nods "Can i interest you in a drink or something?"
"Some ale would be nice."
He nods and orders two for them both.
"Thank you."
"yer welcome" Daniel said and nodded. "So whats a priest like you doing here?"
"Missions."
"What missions?" Daniel asks, raising an eyebrow.
"Priest like missions."
He rolls his eyes "Fine then" he said and said, shifting a bit and leaning backwards in his chair.
"There not holy missions." he says with an evil grin.
Daniel chokes on his ale for a moment, sputtering and coughing. "Your not a good priest? Coulda fooled me" he says and chuckles a bit.
"Partially."
Daniel's mouth curled at the ends into a small smiles "who ya worshipping?"
A haggard looking elven priest stumbles into the tavern. His armor is torn and the holy symbols around his neck are cracked. The shield on his back is scratched and dirty. He is about 5'11", has black hair, and blue eyes. He wears black pants and boots and wears a white shirt. He collapses into a chair with a groan and starts to bandage some major wounds on his leg.
Daniel looks over and tilts his head. He sets down his ale and walks over, holding out a vial of bright red liquid. "Here mate" he says.
The priest looks at him. "Thanks but no thanks."
"Why?" he says and narrows his eyes "Your hurt"
"A priest is supposed to look after others not themselves."
"Drink the health potion mate" he said "don't be stubborn"
The priest tightens his bandage. "Dont worry about me. I'll be alright." he says with a pained smile.
"Bloody hells..." he says and pulls up a chair, sitting in front of the priest. He pulls out a small glass jar with a runic symbol written in red wax seal on its side. He opens the jar and cuts open the tied bandages around the priests leg.
The priest grabs his hand, not forcefully, and pushes his hand away.
He narrows his eyes and takes the chance, while the priest is pushing his hand away, to force the health potion into him. (Athletics: 34 )
The priest chokes but unwillingly drinks the potion.
Gain: 44 HP
The priest coughs as his leg heals. "Thank you." he grumbles.
"Your welcome" Daniel said and sat back down, it seems that took a bit outta him. He leans his head back "who are you?"
"Corym Leosalor. And you are?"
He sits up again and leans forward, letting his body hold itself on his elbows as he sat forward in his seat. "Daniel O'Malley" he said and grinned a bit.
"Pleasure." Corym says as he leans back in his chair with a sigh.
Daniel nods "Can i interest you in a drink or something?"
"Some ale would be nice."
He nods and orders two for them both.
"Thank you."
"yer welcome" Daniel said and nodded. "So whats a priest like you doing here?"
"Missions."
"What missions?" Daniel asks, raising an eyebrow.
"Priest like missions."
He rolls his eyes "Fine then" he said and said, shifting a bit and leaning backwards in his chair.
"There not holy missions." he says with an evil grin.
Daniel chokes on his ale for a moment, sputtering and coughing. "Your not a good priest? Coulda fooled me" he says and chuckles a bit.
"Partially."
Daniel's mouth curled at the ends into a small smiles "who ya worshipping?"
A haggard looking elven priest stumbles into the tavern. His armor is torn and the holy symbols around his neck are cracked. The shield on his back is scratched and dirty. He is about 5'11", has black hair, and blue eyes. He wears black pants and boots and wears a white shirt. He collapses into a chair with a groan and starts to bandage some major wounds on his leg.
Daniel looks over and tilts his head. He sets down his ale and walks over, holding out a vial of bright red liquid. "Here mate" he says.
The priest looks at him. "Thanks but no thanks."
"Why?" he says and narrows his eyes "Your hurt"
"A priest is supposed to look after others not themselves."
"Drink the health potion mate" he said "don't be stubborn"
The priest tightens his bandage. "Dont worry about me. I'll be alright." he says with a pained smile.
"Bloody hells..." he says and pulls up a chair, sitting in front of the priest. He pulls out a small glass jar with a runic symbol written in red wax seal on its side. He opens the jar and cuts open the tied bandages around the priests leg.
The priest grabs his hand, not forcefully, and pushes his hand away.
He narrows his eyes and takes the chance, while the priest is pushing his hand away, to force the health potion into him. (Athletics: 34 )
The priest chokes but unwillingly drinks the potion.
Gain: 44 HP
The priest coughs as his leg heals. "Thank you." he grumbles.
"Your welcome" Daniel said and sat back down, it seems that took a bit outta him. He leans his head back "who are you?"
"Corym Leosalor. And you are?"
He sits up again and leans forward, letting his body hold itself on his elbows as he sat forward in his seat. "Daniel O'Malley" he said and grinned a bit.
"Pleasure." Corym says as he leans back in his chair with a sigh.
Daniel nods "Can i interest you in a drink or something?"
"Some ale would be nice."
He nods and orders two for them both.
"Thank you."
"yer welcome" Daniel said and nodded. "So whats a priest like you doing here?"
"Missions."
"What missions?" Daniel asks, raising an eyebrow.
"Priest like missions."
He rolls his eyes "Fine then" he said and said, shifting a bit and leaning backwards in his chair.
"There not holy missions." he says with an evil grin.
Daniel chokes on his ale for a moment, sputtering and coughing. "Your not a good priest? Coulda fooled me" he says and chuckles a bit.
"Partially."
Daniel's mouth curled at the ends into a small smiles "who ya worshipping?"
"No one. I do what I must."
"Mn" Daniel said and nodded along to his words "Can't say i find that interesting" he said
A haggard looking elven priest stumbles into the tavern. His armor is torn and the holy symbols around his neck are cracked. The shield on his back is scratched and dirty. He is about 5'11", has black hair, and blue eyes. He wears black pants and boots and wears a white shirt. He collapses into a chair with a groan and starts to bandage some major wounds on his leg.
Daniel looks over and tilts his head. He sets down his ale and walks over, holding out a vial of bright red liquid. "Here mate" he says.
The priest looks at him. "Thanks but no thanks."
"Why?" he says and narrows his eyes "Your hurt"
"A priest is supposed to look after others not themselves."
"Drink the health potion mate" he said "don't be stubborn"
The priest tightens his bandage. "Dont worry about me. I'll be alright." he says with a pained smile.
"Bloody hells..." he says and pulls up a chair, sitting in front of the priest. He pulls out a small glass jar with a runic symbol written in red wax seal on its side. He opens the jar and cuts open the tied bandages around the priests leg.
The priest grabs his hand, not forcefully, and pushes his hand away.
He narrows his eyes and takes the chance, while the priest is pushing his hand away, to force the health potion into him. (Athletics: 34 )
The priest chokes but unwillingly drinks the potion.
Gain: 44 HP
The priest coughs as his leg heals. "Thank you." he grumbles.
"Your welcome" Daniel said and sat back down, it seems that took a bit outta him. He leans his head back "who are you?"
"Corym Leosalor. And you are?"
He sits up again and leans forward, letting his body hold itself on his elbows as he sat forward in his seat. "Daniel O'Malley" he said and grinned a bit.
"Pleasure." Corym says as he leans back in his chair with a sigh.
Daniel nods "Can i interest you in a drink or something?"
"Some ale would be nice."
He nods and orders two for them both.
"Thank you."
"yer welcome" Daniel said and nodded. "So whats a priest like you doing here?"
"Missions."
"What missions?" Daniel asks, raising an eyebrow.
"Priest like missions."
He rolls his eyes "Fine then" he said and said, shifting a bit and leaning backwards in his chair.
"There not holy missions." he says with an evil grin.
Daniel chokes on his ale for a moment, sputtering and coughing. "Your not a good priest? Coulda fooled me" he says and chuckles a bit.
"Partially."
Daniel's mouth curled at the ends into a small smiles "who ya worshipping?"
"No one. I do what I must."
"Mn" Daniel said and nodded along to his words "Can't say i find that interesting" he said
A haggard looking elven priest stumbles into the tavern. His armor is torn and the holy symbols around his neck are cracked. The shield on his back is scratched and dirty. He is about 5'11", has black hair, and blue eyes. He wears black pants and boots and wears a white shirt. He collapses into a chair with a groan and starts to bandage some major wounds on his leg.
Daniel looks over and tilts his head. He sets down his ale and walks over, holding out a vial of bright red liquid. "Here mate" he says.
The priest looks at him. "Thanks but no thanks."
"Why?" he says and narrows his eyes "Your hurt"
"A priest is supposed to look after others not themselves."
"Drink the health potion mate" he said "don't be stubborn"
The priest tightens his bandage. "Dont worry about me. I'll be alright." he says with a pained smile.
"Bloody hells..." he says and pulls up a chair, sitting in front of the priest. He pulls out a small glass jar with a runic symbol written in red wax seal on its side. He opens the jar and cuts open the tied bandages around the priests leg.
The priest grabs his hand, not forcefully, and pushes his hand away.
He narrows his eyes and takes the chance, while the priest is pushing his hand away, to force the health potion into him. (Athletics: 34 )
The priest chokes but unwillingly drinks the potion.
Gain: 44 HP
The priest coughs as his leg heals. "Thank you." he grumbles.
"Your welcome" Daniel said and sat back down, it seems that took a bit outta him. He leans his head back "who are you?"
"Corym Leosalor. And you are?"
He sits up again and leans forward, letting his body hold itself on his elbows as he sat forward in his seat. "Daniel O'Malley" he said and grinned a bit.
"Pleasure." Corym says as he leans back in his chair with a sigh.
Daniel nods "Can i interest you in a drink or something?"
"Some ale would be nice."
He nods and orders two for them both.
"Thank you."
"yer welcome" Daniel said and nodded. "So whats a priest like you doing here?"
"Missions."
"What missions?" Daniel asks, raising an eyebrow.
"Priest like missions."
He rolls his eyes "Fine then" he said and said, shifting a bit and leaning backwards in his chair.
"There not holy missions." he says with an evil grin.
Daniel chokes on his ale for a moment, sputtering and coughing. "Your not a good priest? Coulda fooled me" he says and chuckles a bit.
"Partially."
Daniel's mouth curled at the ends into a small smiles "who ya worshipping?"
"No one. I do what I must."
"Mn" Daniel said and nodded along to his words "Can't say i find that interesting" he said
A haggard looking elven priest stumbles into the tavern. His armor is torn and the holy symbols around his neck are cracked. The shield on his back is scratched and dirty. He is about 5'11", has black hair, and blue eyes. He wears black pants and boots and wears a white shirt. He collapses into a chair with a groan and starts to bandage some major wounds on his leg.
Daniel looks over and tilts his head. He sets down his ale and walks over, holding out a vial of bright red liquid. "Here mate" he says.
The priest looks at him. "Thanks but no thanks."
"Why?" he says and narrows his eyes "Your hurt"
"A priest is supposed to look after others not themselves."
"Drink the health potion mate" he said "don't be stubborn"
The priest tightens his bandage. "Dont worry about me. I'll be alright." he says with a pained smile.
"Bloody hells..." he says and pulls up a chair, sitting in front of the priest. He pulls out a small glass jar with a runic symbol written in red wax seal on its side. He opens the jar and cuts open the tied bandages around the priests leg.
The priest grabs his hand, not forcefully, and pushes his hand away.
He narrows his eyes and takes the chance, while the priest is pushing his hand away, to force the health potion into him. (Athletics: 34 )
The priest chokes but unwillingly drinks the potion.
Gain: 44 HP
The priest coughs as his leg heals. "Thank you." he grumbles.
"Your welcome" Daniel said and sat back down, it seems that took a bit outta him. He leans his head back "who are you?"
"Corym Leosalor. And you are?"
He sits up again and leans forward, letting his body hold itself on his elbows as he sat forward in his seat. "Daniel O'Malley" he said and grinned a bit.
"Pleasure." Corym says as he leans back in his chair with a sigh.
Daniel nods "Can i interest you in a drink or something?"
"Some ale would be nice."
He nods and orders two for them both.
"Thank you."
"yer welcome" Daniel said and nodded. "So whats a priest like you doing here?"
"Missions."
"What missions?" Daniel asks, raising an eyebrow.
"Priest like missions."
He rolls his eyes "Fine then" he said and said, shifting a bit and leaning backwards in his chair.
"There not holy missions." he says with an evil grin.
Daniel chokes on his ale for a moment, sputtering and coughing. "Your not a good priest? Coulda fooled me" he says and chuckles a bit.
"Partially."
Daniel's mouth curled at the ends into a small smiles "who ya worshipping?"
"No one. I do what I must."
"Mn" Daniel said and nodded along to his words "Can't say i find that interesting" he said
A haggard looking elven priest stumbles into the tavern. His armor is torn and the holy symbols around his neck are cracked. The shield on his back is scratched and dirty. He is about 5'11", has black hair, and blue eyes. He wears black pants and boots and wears a white shirt. He collapses into a chair with a groan and starts to bandage some major wounds on his leg.
Daniel looks over and tilts his head. He sets down his ale and walks over, holding out a vial of bright red liquid. "Here mate" he says.
The priest looks at him. "Thanks but no thanks."
"Why?" he says and narrows his eyes "Your hurt"
"A priest is supposed to look after others not themselves."
"Drink the health potion mate" he said "don't be stubborn"
The priest tightens his bandage. "Dont worry about me. I'll be alright." he says with a pained smile.
"Bloody hells..." he says and pulls up a chair, sitting in front of the priest. He pulls out a small glass jar with a runic symbol written in red wax seal on its side. He opens the jar and cuts open the tied bandages around the priests leg.
The priest grabs his hand, not forcefully, and pushes his hand away.
He narrows his eyes and takes the chance, while the priest is pushing his hand away, to force the health potion into him. (Athletics: 34 )
The priest chokes but unwillingly drinks the potion.
Gain: 44 HP
The priest coughs as his leg heals. "Thank you." he grumbles.
"Your welcome" Daniel said and sat back down, it seems that took a bit outta him. He leans his head back "who are you?"
"Corym Leosalor. And you are?"
He sits up again and leans forward, letting his body hold itself on his elbows as he sat forward in his seat. "Daniel O'Malley" he said and grinned a bit.
"Pleasure." Corym says as he leans back in his chair with a sigh.
Daniel nods "Can i interest you in a drink or something?"
"Some ale would be nice."
He nods and orders two for them both.
"Thank you."
"yer welcome" Daniel said and nodded. "So whats a priest like you doing here?"
"Missions."
"What missions?" Daniel asks, raising an eyebrow.
"Priest like missions."
He rolls his eyes "Fine then" he said and said, shifting a bit and leaning backwards in his chair.
"There not holy missions." he says with an evil grin.
Daniel chokes on his ale for a moment, sputtering and coughing. "Your not a good priest? Coulda fooled me" he says and chuckles a bit.
"Partially."
Daniel's mouth curled at the ends into a small smiles "who ya worshipping?"
"No one. I do what I must."
"Mn" Daniel said and nodded along to his words "Can't say i find that interesting" he said
"I am not interesting."
"Obviously, then again, who is?"
"True."
Daniel smiles a bit again and places his feet on the table. He says something in Draconic to himself before taking a another swig of his ale.
A haggard looking elven priest stumbles into the tavern. His armor is torn and the holy symbols around his neck are cracked. The shield on his back is scratched and dirty. He is about 5'11", has black hair, and blue eyes. He wears black pants and boots and wears a white shirt. He collapses into a chair with a groan and starts to bandage some major wounds on his leg.
Daniel looks over and tilts his head. He sets down his ale and walks over, holding out a vial of bright red liquid. "Here mate" he says.
The priest looks at him. "Thanks but no thanks."
"Why?" he says and narrows his eyes "Your hurt"
"A priest is supposed to look after others not themselves."
"Drink the health potion mate" he said "don't be stubborn"
The priest tightens his bandage. "Dont worry about me. I'll be alright." he says with a pained smile.
"Bloody hells..." he says and pulls up a chair, sitting in front of the priest. He pulls out a small glass jar with a runic symbol written in red wax seal on its side. He opens the jar and cuts open the tied bandages around the priests leg.
The priest grabs his hand, not forcefully, and pushes his hand away.
He narrows his eyes and takes the chance, while the priest is pushing his hand away, to force the health potion into him. (Athletics: 34 )
The priest chokes but unwillingly drinks the potion.
Gain: 44 HP
The priest coughs as his leg heals. "Thank you." he grumbles.
"Your welcome" Daniel said and sat back down, it seems that took a bit outta him. He leans his head back "who are you?"
"Corym Leosalor. And you are?"
He sits up again and leans forward, letting his body hold itself on his elbows as he sat forward in his seat. "Daniel O'Malley" he said and grinned a bit.
"Pleasure." Corym says as he leans back in his chair with a sigh.
Daniel nods "Can i interest you in a drink or something?"
"Some ale would be nice."
He nods and orders two for them both.
"Thank you."
"yer welcome" Daniel said and nodded. "So whats a priest like you doing here?"
"Missions."
"What missions?" Daniel asks, raising an eyebrow.
"Priest like missions."
He rolls his eyes "Fine then" he said and said, shifting a bit and leaning backwards in his chair.
"There not holy missions." he says with an evil grin.
Daniel chokes on his ale for a moment, sputtering and coughing. "Your not a good priest? Coulda fooled me" he says and chuckles a bit.
"Partially."
Daniel's mouth curled at the ends into a small smiles "who ya worshipping?"
"No one. I do what I must."
"Mn" Daniel said and nodded along to his words "Can't say i find that interesting" he said
"I am not interesting."
"Obviously, then again, who is?"
"True."
Daniel smiles a bit again and places his feet on the table. He says something in Draconic to himself before taking a another swig of his ale.
A haggard looking elven priest stumbles into the tavern. His armor is torn and the holy symbols around his neck are cracked. The shield on his back is scratched and dirty. He is about 5'11", has black hair, and blue eyes. He wears black pants and boots and wears a white shirt. He collapses into a chair with a groan and starts to bandage some major wounds on his leg.
Daniel looks over and tilts his head. He sets down his ale and walks over, holding out a vial of bright red liquid. "Here mate" he says.
The priest looks at him. "Thanks but no thanks."
"Why?" he says and narrows his eyes "Your hurt"
"A priest is supposed to look after others not themselves."
"Drink the health potion mate" he said "don't be stubborn"
The priest tightens his bandage. "Dont worry about me. I'll be alright." he says with a pained smile.
"Bloody hells..." he says and pulls up a chair, sitting in front of the priest. He pulls out a small glass jar with a runic symbol written in red wax seal on its side. He opens the jar and cuts open the tied bandages around the priests leg.
The priest grabs his hand, not forcefully, and pushes his hand away.
He narrows his eyes and takes the chance, while the priest is pushing his hand away, to force the health potion into him. (Athletics: 34 )
The priest chokes but unwillingly drinks the potion.
Gain: 44 HP
The priest coughs as his leg heals. "Thank you." he grumbles.
"Your welcome" Daniel said and sat back down, it seems that took a bit outta him. He leans his head back "who are you?"
"Corym Leosalor. And you are?"
He sits up again and leans forward, letting his body hold itself on his elbows as he sat forward in his seat. "Daniel O'Malley" he said and grinned a bit.
"Pleasure." Corym says as he leans back in his chair with a sigh.
Daniel nods "Can i interest you in a drink or something?"
"Some ale would be nice."
He nods and orders two for them both.
"Thank you."
"yer welcome" Daniel said and nodded. "So whats a priest like you doing here?"
"Missions."
"What missions?" Daniel asks, raising an eyebrow.
"Priest like missions."
He rolls his eyes "Fine then" he said and said, shifting a bit and leaning backwards in his chair.
"There not holy missions." he says with an evil grin.
Daniel chokes on his ale for a moment, sputtering and coughing. "Your not a good priest? Coulda fooled me" he says and chuckles a bit.
"Partially."
Daniel's mouth curled at the ends into a small smiles "who ya worshipping?"
"No one. I do what I must."
"Mn" Daniel said and nodded along to his words "Can't say i find that interesting" he said
"I am not interesting."
"Obviously, then again, who is?"
"True."
Daniel smiles a bit again and places his feet on the table. He says something in Draconic to himself before taking a another swig of his ale.
A haggard looking elven priest stumbles into the tavern. His armor is torn and the holy symbols around his neck are cracked. The shield on his back is scratched and dirty. He is about 5'11", has black hair, and blue eyes. He wears black pants and boots and wears a white shirt. He collapses into a chair with a groan and starts to bandage some major wounds on his leg.
Daniel looks over and tilts his head. He sets down his ale and walks over, holding out a vial of bright red liquid. "Here mate" he says.
The priest looks at him. "Thanks but no thanks."
"Why?" he says and narrows his eyes "Your hurt"
"A priest is supposed to look after others not themselves."
"Drink the health potion mate" he said "don't be stubborn"
The priest tightens his bandage. "Dont worry about me. I'll be alright." he says with a pained smile.
"Bloody hells..." he says and pulls up a chair, sitting in front of the priest. He pulls out a small glass jar with a runic symbol written in red wax seal on its side. He opens the jar and cuts open the tied bandages around the priests leg.
The priest grabs his hand, not forcefully, and pushes his hand away.
He narrows his eyes and takes the chance, while the priest is pushing his hand away, to force the health potion into him. (Athletics: 34 )
The priest chokes but unwillingly drinks the potion.
Gain: 44 HP
The priest coughs as his leg heals. "Thank you." he grumbles.
"Your welcome" Daniel said and sat back down, it seems that took a bit outta him. He leans his head back "who are you?"
"Corym Leosalor. And you are?"
He sits up again and leans forward, letting his body hold itself on his elbows as he sat forward in his seat. "Daniel O'Malley" he said and grinned a bit.
"Pleasure." Corym says as he leans back in his chair with a sigh.
Daniel nods "Can i interest you in a drink or something?"
"Some ale would be nice."
He nods and orders two for them both.
"Thank you."
"yer welcome" Daniel said and nodded. "So whats a priest like you doing here?"
"Missions."
"What missions?" Daniel asks, raising an eyebrow.
"Priest like missions."
He rolls his eyes "Fine then" he said and said, shifting a bit and leaning backwards in his chair.
"There not holy missions." he says with an evil grin.
Daniel chokes on his ale for a moment, sputtering and coughing. "Your not a good priest? Coulda fooled me" he says and chuckles a bit.
"Partially."
Daniel's mouth curled at the ends into a small smiles "who ya worshipping?"
"No one. I do what I must."
"Mn" Daniel said and nodded along to his words "Can't say i find that interesting" he said
"I am not interesting."
"Obviously, then again, who is?"
"True."
Daniel smiles a bit again and places his feet on the table. He says something in Draconic to himself before taking a another swig of his ale.
A haggard looking elven priest stumbles into the tavern. His armor is torn and the holy symbols around his neck are cracked. The shield on his back is scratched and dirty. He is about 5'11", has black hair, and blue eyes. He wears black pants and boots and wears a white shirt. He collapses into a chair with a groan and starts to bandage some major wounds on his leg.
Daniel looks over and tilts his head. He sets down his ale and walks over, holding out a vial of bright red liquid. "Here mate" he says.
The priest looks at him. "Thanks but no thanks."
"Why?" he says and narrows his eyes "Your hurt"
"A priest is supposed to look after others not themselves."
"Drink the health potion mate" he said "don't be stubborn"
The priest tightens his bandage. "Dont worry about me. I'll be alright." he says with a pained smile.
"Bloody hells..." he says and pulls up a chair, sitting in front of the priest. He pulls out a small glass jar with a runic symbol written in red wax seal on its side. He opens the jar and cuts open the tied bandages around the priests leg.
The priest grabs his hand, not forcefully, and pushes his hand away.
He narrows his eyes and takes the chance, while the priest is pushing his hand away, to force the health potion into him. (Athletics: 34 )
The priest chokes but unwillingly drinks the potion.
Gain: 44 HP
The priest coughs as his leg heals. "Thank you." he grumbles.
"Your welcome" Daniel said and sat back down, it seems that took a bit outta him. He leans his head back "who are you?"
"Corym Leosalor. And you are?"
He sits up again and leans forward, letting his body hold itself on his elbows as he sat forward in his seat. "Daniel O'Malley" he said and grinned a bit.
"Pleasure." Corym says as he leans back in his chair with a sigh.
Daniel nods "Can i interest you in a drink or something?"
"Some ale would be nice."
He nods and orders two for them both.
"Thank you."
"yer welcome" Daniel said and nodded. "So whats a priest like you doing here?"
"Missions."
"What missions?" Daniel asks, raising an eyebrow.
"Priest like missions."
He rolls his eyes "Fine then" he said and said, shifting a bit and leaning backwards in his chair.
"There not holy missions." he says with an evil grin.
Daniel chokes on his ale for a moment, sputtering and coughing. "Your not a good priest? Coulda fooled me" he says and chuckles a bit.
"Partially."
Daniel's mouth curled at the ends into a small smiles "who ya worshipping?"
"No one. I do what I must."
"Mn" Daniel said and nodded along to his words "Can't say i find that interesting" he said
"I am not interesting."
"Obviously, then again, who is?"
"True."
Daniel smiles a bit again and places his feet on the table. He says something in Draconic to himself before taking a another swig of his ale.
He can understand and speak draconic.
"World of worlds" is all he says
"indeed."
Daniel's jade-green eyes looked up and stared at Corym. "You speak Draconic?" He says, in draconic.
A haggard looking elven priest stumbles into the tavern. His armor is torn and the holy symbols around his neck are cracked. The shield on his back is scratched and dirty. He is about 5'11", has black hair, and blue eyes. He wears black pants and boots and wears a white shirt. He collapses into a chair with a groan and starts to bandage some major wounds on his leg.
Daniel looks over and tilts his head. He sets down his ale and walks over, holding out a vial of bright red liquid. "Here mate" he says.
The priest looks at him. "Thanks but no thanks."
"Why?" he says and narrows his eyes "Your hurt"
"A priest is supposed to look after others not themselves."
"Drink the health potion mate" he said "don't be stubborn"
The priest tightens his bandage. "Dont worry about me. I'll be alright." he says with a pained smile.
"Bloody hells..." he says and pulls up a chair, sitting in front of the priest. He pulls out a small glass jar with a runic symbol written in red wax seal on its side. He opens the jar and cuts open the tied bandages around the priests leg.
The priest grabs his hand, not forcefully, and pushes his hand away.
He narrows his eyes and takes the chance, while the priest is pushing his hand away, to force the health potion into him. (Athletics: 34 )
The priest chokes but unwillingly drinks the potion.
Gain: 44 HP
The priest coughs as his leg heals. "Thank you." he grumbles.
"Your welcome" Daniel said and sat back down, it seems that took a bit outta him. He leans his head back "who are you?"
"Corym Leosalor. And you are?"
He sits up again and leans forward, letting his body hold itself on his elbows as he sat forward in his seat. "Daniel O'Malley" he said and grinned a bit.
"Pleasure." Corym says as he leans back in his chair with a sigh.
Daniel nods "Can i interest you in a drink or something?"
"Some ale would be nice."
He nods and orders two for them both.
"Thank you."
"yer welcome" Daniel said and nodded. "So whats a priest like you doing here?"
"Missions."
"What missions?" Daniel asks, raising an eyebrow.
"Priest like missions."
He rolls his eyes "Fine then" he said and said, shifting a bit and leaning backwards in his chair.
"There not holy missions." he says with an evil grin.
Daniel chokes on his ale for a moment, sputtering and coughing. "Your not a good priest? Coulda fooled me" he says and chuckles a bit.
"Partially."
Daniel's mouth curled at the ends into a small smiles "who ya worshipping?"
"No one. I do what I must."
"Mn" Daniel said and nodded along to his words "Can't say i find that interesting" he said
"I am not interesting."
"Obviously, then again, who is?"
"True."
Daniel smiles a bit again and places his feet on the table. He says something in Draconic to himself before taking a another swig of his ale.
He can understand and speak draconic.
"World of worlds" is all he says
"indeed."
Daniel's jade-green eyes looked up and stared at Corym. "You speak Draconic?" He says, in draconic.
A haggard looking elven priest stumbles into the tavern. His armor is torn and the holy symbols around his neck are cracked. The shield on his back is scratched and dirty. He is about 5'11", has black hair, and blue eyes. He wears black pants and boots and wears a white shirt. He collapses into a chair with a groan and starts to bandage some major wounds on his leg.
Daniel looks over and tilts his head. He sets down his ale and walks over, holding out a vial of bright red liquid. "Here mate" he says.
The priest looks at him. "Thanks but no thanks."
"Why?" he says and narrows his eyes "Your hurt"
"A priest is supposed to look after others not themselves."
"Drink the health potion mate" he said "don't be stubborn"
The priest tightens his bandage. "Dont worry about me. I'll be alright." he says with a pained smile.
"Bloody hells..." he says and pulls up a chair, sitting in front of the priest. He pulls out a small glass jar with a runic symbol written in red wax seal on its side. He opens the jar and cuts open the tied bandages around the priests leg.
The priest grabs his hand, not forcefully, and pushes his hand away.
He narrows his eyes and takes the chance, while the priest is pushing his hand away, to force the health potion into him. (Athletics: 34 )
The priest chokes but unwillingly drinks the potion.
Gain: 44 HP
The priest coughs as his leg heals. "Thank you." he grumbles.
"Your welcome" Daniel said and sat back down, it seems that took a bit outta him. He leans his head back "who are you?"
"Corym Leosalor. And you are?"
He sits up again and leans forward, letting his body hold itself on his elbows as he sat forward in his seat. "Daniel O'Malley" he said and grinned a bit.
"Pleasure." Corym says as he leans back in his chair with a sigh.
Daniel nods "Can i interest you in a drink or something?"
"Some ale would be nice."
He nods and orders two for them both.
"Thank you."
"yer welcome" Daniel said and nodded. "So whats a priest like you doing here?"
"Missions."
"What missions?" Daniel asks, raising an eyebrow.
"Priest like missions."
He rolls his eyes "Fine then" he said and said, shifting a bit and leaning backwards in his chair.
"There not holy missions." he says with an evil grin.
Daniel chokes on his ale for a moment, sputtering and coughing. "Your not a good priest? Coulda fooled me" he says and chuckles a bit.
"Partially."
Daniel's mouth curled at the ends into a small smiles "who ya worshipping?"
"No one. I do what I must."
"Mn" Daniel said and nodded along to his words "Can't say i find that interesting" he said
"I am not interesting."
"Obviously, then again, who is?"
"True."
Daniel smiles a bit again and places his feet on the table. He says something in Draconic to himself before taking a another swig of his ale.
He can understand and speak draconic.
"World of worlds" is all he says
"indeed."
Daniel's jade-green eyes looked up and stared at Corym. "You speak Draconic?" He says, in draconic.
"Yes." he responds in fluent draconic.
He chuckles "Ive met a few before who spoke a few words of it but its nice to meet someone who fluently does."
A haggard looking elven priest stumbles into the tavern. His armor is torn and the holy symbols around his neck are cracked. The shield on his back is scratched and dirty. He is about 5'11", has black hair, and blue eyes. He wears black pants and boots and wears a white shirt. He collapses into a chair with a groan and starts to bandage some major wounds on his leg.
Daniel looks over and tilts his head. He sets down his ale and walks over, holding out a vial of bright red liquid. "Here mate" he says.
The priest looks at him. "Thanks but no thanks."
"Why?" he says and narrows his eyes "Your hurt"
"A priest is supposed to look after others not themselves."
"Drink the health potion mate" he said "don't be stubborn"
The priest tightens his bandage. "Dont worry about me. I'll be alright." he says with a pained smile.
"Bloody hells..." he says and pulls up a chair, sitting in front of the priest. He pulls out a small glass jar with a runic symbol written in red wax seal on its side. He opens the jar and cuts open the tied bandages around the priests leg.
The priest grabs his hand, not forcefully, and pushes his hand away.
He narrows his eyes and takes the chance, while the priest is pushing his hand away, to force the health potion into him. (Athletics: 34 )
The priest chokes but unwillingly drinks the potion.
Gain: 44 HP
The priest coughs as his leg heals. "Thank you." he grumbles.
"Your welcome" Daniel said and sat back down, it seems that took a bit outta him. He leans his head back "who are you?"
"Corym Leosalor. And you are?"
He sits up again and leans forward, letting his body hold itself on his elbows as he sat forward in his seat. "Daniel O'Malley" he said and grinned a bit.
"Pleasure." Corym says as he leans back in his chair with a sigh.
Daniel nods "Can i interest you in a drink or something?"
"Some ale would be nice."
He nods and orders two for them both.
"Thank you."
"yer welcome" Daniel said and nodded. "So whats a priest like you doing here?"
"Missions."
"What missions?" Daniel asks, raising an eyebrow.
"Priest like missions."
He rolls his eyes "Fine then" he said and said, shifting a bit and leaning backwards in his chair.
"There not holy missions." he says with an evil grin.
Daniel chokes on his ale for a moment, sputtering and coughing. "Your not a good priest? Coulda fooled me" he says and chuckles a bit.
"Partially."
Daniel's mouth curled at the ends into a small smiles "who ya worshipping?"
"No one. I do what I must."
"Mn" Daniel said and nodded along to his words "Can't say i find that interesting" he said
"I am not interesting."
"Obviously, then again, who is?"
"True."
Daniel smiles a bit again and places his feet on the table. He says something in Draconic to himself before taking a another swig of his ale.
He can understand and speak draconic.
"World of worlds" is all he says
"indeed."
Daniel's jade-green eyes looked up and stared at Corym. "You speak Draconic?" He says, in draconic.
"Yes." he responds in fluent draconic.
He chuckles "Ive met a few before who spoke a few words of it but its nice to meet someone who fluently does."
"I learned. Its not that hard. Pleasure meeting you." he says as he stands up and goes to buy a room. Once he does he goes inside and locks the door.
A haggard looking elven priest stumbles into the tavern. His armor is torn and the holy symbols around his neck are cracked. The shield on his back is scratched and dirty. He is about 5'11", has black hair, and blue eyes. He wears black pants and boots and wears a white shirt. He collapses into a chair with a groan and starts to bandage some major wounds on his leg.
Daniel looks over and tilts his head. He sets down his ale and walks over, holding out a vial of bright red liquid. "Here mate" he says.
The priest looks at him. "Thanks but no thanks."
"Why?" he says and narrows his eyes "Your hurt"
"A priest is supposed to look after others not themselves."
"Drink the health potion mate" he said "don't be stubborn"
The priest tightens his bandage. "Dont worry about me. I'll be alright." he says with a pained smile.
"Bloody hells..." he says and pulls up a chair, sitting in front of the priest. He pulls out a small glass jar with a runic symbol written in red wax seal on its side. He opens the jar and cuts open the tied bandages around the priests leg.
The priest grabs his hand, not forcefully, and pushes his hand away.
He narrows his eyes and takes the chance, while the priest is pushing his hand away, to force the health potion into him. (Athletics: 34 )
The priest chokes but unwillingly drinks the potion.
Gain: 44 HP
The priest coughs as his leg heals. "Thank you." he grumbles.
"Your welcome" Daniel said and sat back down, it seems that took a bit outta him. He leans his head back "who are you?"
"Corym Leosalor. And you are?"
He sits up again and leans forward, letting his body hold itself on his elbows as he sat forward in his seat. "Daniel O'Malley" he said and grinned a bit.
"Pleasure." Corym says as he leans back in his chair with a sigh.
Daniel nods "Can i interest you in a drink or something?"
"Some ale would be nice."
He nods and orders two for them both.
"Thank you."
"yer welcome" Daniel said and nodded. "So whats a priest like you doing here?"
"Missions."
"What missions?" Daniel asks, raising an eyebrow.
"Priest like missions."
He rolls his eyes "Fine then" he said and said, shifting a bit and leaning backwards in his chair.
"There not holy missions." he says with an evil grin.
Daniel chokes on his ale for a moment, sputtering and coughing. "Your not a good priest? Coulda fooled me" he says and chuckles a bit.
"Partially."
Daniel's mouth curled at the ends into a small smiles "who ya worshipping?"
"No one. I do what I must."
"Mn" Daniel said and nodded along to his words "Can't say i find that interesting" he said
"I am not interesting."
"Obviously, then again, who is?"
"True."
Daniel smiles a bit again and places his feet on the table. He says something in Draconic to himself before taking a another swig of his ale.
He can understand and speak draconic.
"World of worlds" is all he says
"indeed."
Daniel's jade-green eyes looked up and stared at Corym. "You speak Draconic?" He says, in draconic.
"Yes." he responds in fluent draconic.
He chuckles "Ive met a few before who spoke a few words of it but its nice to meet someone who fluently does."
"I learned. Its not that hard. Pleasure meeting you." he says as he stands up and goes to buy a room. Once he does he goes inside and locks the door.
"Oh. Ok then?" he says and watches him leave, narrowing his eyes.
Daniel chokes on his ale for a moment, sputtering and coughing. "Your not a good priest? Coulda fooled me" he says and chuckles a bit.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Partially."
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Daniel's mouth curled at the ends into a small smiles "who ya worshipping?"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"No one. I do what I must."
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"Mn" Daniel said and nodded along to his words "Can't say i find that interesting" he said
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"I am not interesting."
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"Obviously, then again, who is?"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"True."
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Daniel smiles a bit again and places his feet on the table. He says something in Draconic to himself before taking a another swig of his ale.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He can understand and speak draconic.
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𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"indeed."
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Daniel's jade-green eyes looked up and stared at Corym. "You speak Draconic?" He says, in draconic.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Yes." he responds in fluent draconic.
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He chuckles "Ive met a few before who spoke a few words of it but its nice to meet someone who fluently does."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"I learned. Its not that hard. Pleasure meeting you." he says as he stands up and goes to buy a room. Once he does he goes inside and locks the door.
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"Oh. Ok then?" he says and watches him leave, narrowing his eyes.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Daniel is downstairs. He is lying on the couch, weaving magic between his fingers while humming quietly.
Kelipso is outside. He is wandering through the forest while checking up on animals who are readying for hibernation.
Kramer is downstairs in the basement. He is tending to his undead servants and studying flesh.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Theren is reading on a chair near the fire.
Phoenix is cleaning his guns.
Corym is asleep in his room.
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