*Xandius smiles and nods repeatedly at Quezan's words*
"Well, in my opinion, you are smitten. Not that I blame you. If I were 70 years younger Eopia would be worthy of my pursuit. Be that as it may, good luck to you. She seems to have all the qualities to be a good hearth keeper, food cooker, floor cleaner, mantle duster, laundry washer, butter churner, stitch sewer, child raiser, pet tender, wool spinner, rug swatter, cobweb sweeper, foot massager, corn scraper--the kind on your foot, not the kind you eat--pantry organizer, goat milker, rabbit skinner, chicken plucker, mead brewer and all the other menial tasks that you would not stoop to doing. Of course, you will have to do your part, like bring home the food for her to prepare. And be sure to compliment her often to keep her happy, like this:"
*Xandius turns to the cook and lifts up another chunk of bread, smiling*
"This is absolutely wondrous, may the rest of my days be filled with enjoying fair such as this"
*Xandius turns back to Quezan*
"See? Oh Valianna. Hello again. Oh my, once that food gets into that little ones blood, you will be hard pressed to keep up with him. But being the excellent child raiser that you are, I am sure you already knew that. You're welcome."
In the Fellowship hall…
Eeyoor is dumbstruck as the Halfling appears blocking the doorway. What was a clean escape now looks to turn into assault on a smaller person. He turns and looks quickly back the way he came. He is obviously panicking. He is just about to bolt the other direction when Aurel’s question penetrates his fogged mind.
He shakes his head a moment. “It’s starting again. The secrets, the weirdness… I’m not turning up as an undead plaything this time, but I’m indentured… I cannot leave his service without paying my price. If I run and hide until either he is dead or the weirdness stops, then I will be safe.”
On the Airship…
Points leads the way up the stairs to a comfortable looking tavern. Several games are carved or painted onto the table tops, a dart board at the far end has seen much use and the loft above looks fully stocked with numerous libations.
A Human Bartender stands waiting to serve. “Welcome to the Silver Spoon. I am Sam. How may I serve you today?”
Points nods “Nothing for me now. I’ll be back for my Ghallandan after the tour.” He walks to the back end of the bar and opens a glass door onto a deck. Outside he points out the Bridge and officer’s country. “I ask that you please stay out of those areas. There is an expedition room that I will show you, but the rest should be kept clear for the use of the crew. Any questions so far?”