"Well, so far...us three seem to be the search and resuce team..."
Dionne was grateful that Ama was willing to help out, but this still seemed like a suicide mission to her, and endangering her friends just didn't sit well with her, which reflected in her voice.
Dani's tale wasn't weaving a pretty picture of the overrun village, but Ama refused to allow thoughts of twisted figures and strange magics to dissuade her from this plead for help. Even the fact that they three were the only ones willing to take on the challenge - so far? - didn't put the blue-haired demon off from investigating.
"It was very much like this, actually. I noticed Dee sitting alone and came over to talk. I was - and still am, in fact - looking for someone and asked if she had seen them."
Zarr shakes Miro's hand with a strong hold, pulling him close to give him a quick hug as normal Soren did with their family. He had a great time time last time they were at a tavern. He expected nothing less with this one.
Great! Have nothing to complain about... And you my good friend?! Have you already started drinking without me? Hehe.
He waves over to the bartender and signals to bring him some beer.
The old Soren embraced him as family. It was perhaps the highest signal of friendship. The situation of being the few Soren in a sorenless area forced them to stick together. Miroslaw didn't mind it at all. A good friend who understood Miroslaw's background was more than he would have ever expected out of Wistvale.
"Actually, you came just..." Miroslaw halted upon the mention of Thorn Elves. His attention redirected entirely to listening to the conversation. After the odd break in Miroslaw's words and attention, he continued speaking, in a lower tone, "Hold off on your drink, my friend. I've just found us a job."
With that, he made his way to the table of ladies discussing their thorn elf problems. "Excuse me, ladies, did I hear something of Thorn Elves?" It was unfortunate to hear of the lack of payment, but with his previous experiences, the elves had plenty to loot from their corpses.
Memories came to him of his tussle with the Thorn Elves, and more importantly, the beautiful gems he lost out on. Had the problem spread? Seems Alexander had not done anything further since his investigation.
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Death is no more than turning us over from time to eternity. Whether that eternity is damnation or salvation is determined in the time we have.
The word sparked his interest... alot. He followed Miro over the table the ladies sat that seemed to be talking about the said job. Zarr remained silent and just watched his fellow friend do all the talking. Unlike Miro, he had not come across any Thorn Elves before.
"Actually I have seen someone with that description, even if it was for a brief course of trouble. I am not sure where she is, and to be fair she doesn't say much..."
Dionne remebered Neko quite well from their little adventure down in the sewers.
(Ama described Neko the last time they met here. I'm sure that's what Dionne meant.)
Ama's hopes were marginally raised as Dee confessed to have seen the cat-girl she had been looking for. She didn't know where the elusive young woman currently was though, but at least the demoness had confirmation that she could still be in town.
"She's probably just shy. Although...my friend Tau-"
Ama had stopped mid-sentence due to having the strange feeling that the room was getting darker. She slowly looked up, bending her head right back, to see two great figures looming behind her.
::Dani stopped when the Soren came over and looked up, and up, and up. Leaning back to the point where she had to grip the table for support. Had she not had so much to drink she could easily have done the same without such overstatement, but that time was about a tankard ago...::
"Thorn elves? Do you speak from experience, or have you just been listening that long?"
"I do not aim with my hand; he who aims with his hand has forgotten the face of his father.
I aim with my eye.
I do not shoot with my hand; he who shoots with his hand has forgotten the face of his father.
I shoot with my mind.
I do not kill with my gun; he who kills with his gun has forgotten the face of his father.
I kill with my heart."
::There came a sudden slamming sound followed by a crash from the backroom of the tavern. There is a blur of dark colors and a flash of purple as a shape hurtles out of the back room and out the front door, trailing a few coins for the toppled supplies in the back...::
Ramir let's out an exasperated 'oof' as he lands not nearly as gracefully as his new teacher, but he snatches at whatever's within reach and pulls to launch himself forward. He spins as he exits the rear door to avoid collision with one of the serving staff who just poked their head in on the ruckus, then half-bounces off the bar before righting himself and bolts out through the door in pursuit.
It seemed like he was about to start a conversation with her when a young girl popped out from the back room and seemed to be running from a young fellow. He raised an eyebrow but did not think much of it since the female did not scream for help. He thought they were just some love birds playing around in the tavern.
"I speak from..." The commotion interrupted his talking, and his thoughts. What was Vandal doing chasing down Neko? He couldn't help but chuckle at Zarr's comment, knowing full well how innocent Neko is.
After a moment he comes back to where he left off, "So, yes. I speak from experience." He paused for a moment realizing how odd the question was. Continuing as if he had figured out a trick question, "Well, both I suppose. Obviously I was listening in, but I've also slayed a few of the creatures awhile back. Take it you ladies had a tussle with them?"
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Death is no more than turning us over from time to eternity. Whether that eternity is damnation or salvation is determined in the time we have.
::So much for them being a fairytale. Seems they have been active for awhile, yet unnoticed. Somehow that unnerved her even more...::
"You could say that.
There's a Sonari village north of here in the Mirkwood that's been overrun with them it seems. We were unable to determine how or why, but want the chance to find out.
As I told young Ama, here ::gesturing to the Haisheth:: we lack the coin to pay you ourselves, but you are welcome to a fair share of any loot we might find."
"I do not aim with my hand; he who aims with his hand has forgotten the face of his father.
I aim with my eye.
I do not shoot with my hand; he who shoots with his hand has forgotten the face of his father.
I shoot with my mind.
I do not kill with my gun; he who kills with his gun has forgotten the face of his father.
I kill with my heart."