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Order of the Sword & Rose
Krin still eyed the room warily as Sho made himself comfortable and shared his wine.
I hope it's more enjoyable than this...but, does the smiling face hold even more danger. "Please feel free to call me Krin and while I would love to join you in a glass, you'll have to excuse me if I don't still have some concerns about...your cohorts in the room," she nodded to a couple of the more obvious "ready and willing" patrons, including one robed individual that was obviously knowledgeable in the magical arts considering his staff and accoutrements. She had no prejudices against any race, heck...she'd even run into a kobold cleric once that was so friendly and "good" that he could have sent an inquistor of the Silver Flame in shock...and he made a damn good berry pie if she remembered right and had an unusual friendship with a goat. So the mixed elf in front of her created no bigotry from her. You met all kinds when you travelled.
"Well met." with Sho at her side she could stand down the rest of the Fellowship, which she did with the wave of her wrist and a noticable release of tentions could be felt around the room. As she was waving her hand, she also made eye contact with Aristoblis to let him know all was not well in her eyes and to keep vigilant."We have had a rash of lets say, less than alturistic types, of late. We mean you no harm or ill will but our numbers have been thinned of late and we are at ill easy." a noticable meloncoly feel upon Whisp. Whisp quickly snapped her self out of her depression and smiled a warm and inviting smile. "You are more than welcome to stay and please enjoy you food and these lovely spirits. You also mentioned you wanted a place to rest and a bath." Whisp again slowly reached into her robe and produced a key, which she then tossed onthe table. "Feel free to use my room, seeing as I have been so inhospitable. But first enjoy your food and tell me a tale of your recent journeys." Whisp posture was one of humbleness and apology.
Aristoblis knew Whisp’s queues all too well, so when she signaled the stand down he began to let himself relax. But then, the look in her eyes when she glanced at him…no, he knew that look too. Aristoblis leaned back in his chair and absentmindedly stroked the dark wood of his tall amethyst topped staff.
If she senses potential trouble still, I shall remain on guard, he thought as he returned Whisp’s gaze with a knowing tilt of his head. I wish Ax and Ral where here, what is keeping those two?
Biff walked into the tavern and looked for Aristoblis. His mentor had requested some research be done in an obscure subject in the arcane arts. Biff was ready to report what he had learned. As he walked deeper into the tavern he took notice of the situation: The Primarch addressing a couple of newcomers. He saw Aristoblis, Whisp, and Sho positioned around the newcomers. Biff muttered under his breath, “At least their not a couple of elves.”