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Crypt of the Crimson Star

You step off of the lift after a short ride down Dalannan Spire to Middle Menthis, one of the most diverse wards to be found in the City of Towers. You brush past orcs from the Dangerous, unexplored marshes to the North...Shadow Marches, sailors from the Pirate lands to the East...Lhazaar Principalities, goblins from A goblin nation which seized part of Cyre in the latter years of the Last War...Darguun, and more than a few colorful clawfoots led by halflings from the The untamed lands where the nomadic halflings of Khorvaire roam... following herds of gargantuan reptiles.Talenta Plains, decked out in colorful scarves and light, airy shirts more suited for the desert than Sharn.

It has been three weeks since news of warforged operatives from the Mournland murdering a provost in the Upper City hit the front page of the The most popular periodical published in Sharn...Sharn Inquisitive. Thankfully, the Wayfinders were not implicated and - for those involved - life returned to a semblance of normal within a relatively short time. The few warforged encountered on the street pay no more mind to them than any other passers by, and while speculations and conspiracy theories abound, no one tells the story of the villain named Saber, nor is there a tale of clandestine meetings with Cannith benefactors, bags of gold, or delving the depths of Sharn to find long-forgotten forges in the Lower City.

So it seems strange - yet reassuring - to hear naught from Jobs are given out to the rank and file of the Wayfinders by venture captains... delegated to them by either Lord Boroman ir’Dayne or those close to him. Very few of the "grunts" in the organization meet Lord Boroman in person. It is only when you have risen in the organization or accomplished something truly fantastic that the legendary founder of the Wayfinders makes an appearance.Captain Marta or any of the other venture captains within the Wayfinders. On one hand, it is good to rest, heal from some of your bruises, and enjoy your newly acquired wealth, particularly during a time when life is a struggle for so many people in the wake of the Last War. Until a few days ago, that is, when a One of the dragonmarked families... humans with the gift of teleportation and other travel-enhancing powers.House Orien courier appeared from thin air to deliver an envelope sealed by a plain glob of yellow wax:

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Little Plains.
10 a.m.10th bell.
A popular House Ghallanda tavern...The Blinkdog's Lair.
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So here you are, making your way into the so-called Little Plains...

You might wonder how a halfling encampment would find its way into the heart of Sharn, but once you begin across the narrow, windswept bridge which leads to the bustling district, you understand: commerce. Typically, the places between the towers are open spaces filled with buildings and Of both the wheeled and flying varieties...wagons, much like any other city apart from the fact that they are miles above the surface of Eberron. Here, you duck through a low door into what appears to be some sort of unbelievable meadhall! Within, tents and pavilions decorated with a dizzying splash of bright colors have been erected, each one proudly sporting a banner or totem of some wild beast. Sun beams through several large openings in the ceiling, through which both Small flying ships about the size of a stagecoach which deliver people all over Sharn...sky taxis and halflings riding Winged, predatory-looking reptiles... think wonderous/fantasy Pterodactyls.glidewings zip in a dangerous dance that could seemingly end in a disastrous collision at any moment. Here, the air is warm and the smells of cooking and strange tobaccos strung up to dry blend with the stink of livestock and reptilian musk...

Across the way, a large hall sporting the familiar emblem of a blink dog resting beneath a sheaf of grain, the Each of the dragonmarked houses has adopted a fantastical creature in their heraldry. For the halflings of House Ghallanda, it is the blink dog.heraldry of House Ghallanda, promises a good lunch - and a furtive rendezvous with your Wayfinder contact - while the various hawkers lining the footpaths shout at you as you pass, asking you if you trust the weapon at your side, the boots on your feet, or the clothes on your back... for they're selling something twice as desirable and three times the quality. You knew the halflings of Sharn enjoy making a profit, but did you know their Talentan cousins were so fiercely... mercantile?

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As Doovol crosses paths with Sharn's many and diverse inhabitants, the Darguun Goblins easily pick him out, but just as easily notice that there's something off about Doovol. He doesn't carry himself as a hobgoblin should. It's something subtle, but unmistakable, only perceptible by one of the Dar-- this hobgoblin isn't quite right.

Doovol respected the small folk of the Talenta plains. They were fierce warriors, and their mastery of this lizards was commendable. They approached the sale of wares with a fervor reminiscent of their warrior heritage-- you will buy these wares. Even their food was worth having now and again. But their sense of style and fondness for tobacco was something Doovol could do without. They were distractions. And they assault his eyes and nose as he makes his way across the Little Plains to The Blinkdog's Lair.

Doovol had only been part of the Wayfinders for a year or so. During that time, he had made a modest name for himself. His skill with the bow was more associated with the Golin'dar, so it was surprising to find a hobgoblin master of it. It took some getting to know Doovol to understand that his devotion to the bow was part of his adoption of the Silver Flame. Both his archery and his magic had served well in the putting down of a small Cult of the Dragon Below that had taken hold in a group of merchants in The Bazaar of middle Dura last year.

That was probably why Captain Marta had called him here. As Doovol finally finds his way to the meeting place, he hopes that this mission, whatever it is, allows for as much confrontation of evil as the last one. He quickly finds a sitting place in the tavern, watching out for Captain Marta or anyone else that has the look of a Wayfinder.

 
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Matz BarronOooh magnificent skill, blinding speed, tact, rhythm and alertness of even the smallest flaws. Such were the fancy, sprawled halfling ball jugglers of the wonderful plains bazar. Matz loved the place, even more so because the ever dry environment was well matched with rich taste, pleasant smells and world enhancement experiences in all varieties. The only thing he find mildly upsetting, when he was in his dark moods, was the curious and inquiring nature of the wee people.
Matz had been caught, bleary-eyed and drowsy as he was, in his pre-funk state, in the intensely chaotic show. The yellow guy threw a selection of five balls into the air, the blue gown lady with an incredible vibrant shading hung from a clever wooden contraption a few feet off the ground and juggled the balls through loops and hoops before she set them on fire and sent them whirling through the air. The masked, black-clad one was a whirlwind of leather scarfs running and jumping to catch the flaming orbs with his chest. Spectacular. Matz was so enwrapped in the seance that he swayed drunkenly along the street, matching the arch of the balls, nimbly sidestepping those who carried on with their business. He was as much a show, for any caring spectator, as the sprawling jugglers.

Matz got sidetracked by a snicker and a smell of cinnamon. He looked over and saw two kids sneaking up on a booth-owner. They got punch bags with powdered cinnamon and in seconds it would be a blast. He settled back against a nearby pole, making sure his tail was comfortably tugged under the flowing robes of his garb and waited for the prank to commence. A large shadow crossed his vision and a brief note of remembrance crossed his clouded mind. The smallest of the two child villains was so close and yet, the sour smell and the crooked walk had awaken something in Matz that his mind pursued. Bloodshot eyes, ringed by dark patches on the red skin, flowed to the archer hobgoblin who had crossed his path. Already? Timing be damned... It was Doovol - an acquaintance through the Wayfinder Society that Matz had shared only two jobs with, but despite the fact that the Ghaal'dar was clearly affiliated with the strict and hopelessly righteous Silver Flame, he was also an experienced archer and an explorer by heart. So not as light-hearted and fun as Ky and not as cute and counterproductive as Kova, but maybe more reliable in a pinch?

Doovol ducked in under the frame of the Blinkdog’s Lair and with his disappearance, Matz remembered what a treat her had lined himself up to see.

Phuuuuufff!! the powdered cinnamon was everywhere, for a moment obscuring everything in a brown sphere centered around the stall owner. A second later, two marvelously effective runts come charging out, tugging at the masks that prevent them from the brunt of the cinnamon effect - a luck that the poor fellow selling pickled sausages certainly did not share. Sneezing and roaring, coughing and cursing the halfling comes free of the effect and glares angrily about.

And sets his eyes on the cheerfully grinning red-skinned teufel straight ahead of him. Damn. Look... Matz flash a wobbly, disarming smile. The cinnamon monster cocks his head to the side, frowning deeply. Matz spread his hands wide - red hands with dark nails and edgings of thorny tattoos streaming out of his loose sleeves, you’ve got the wrong guy, amigo. Two little... The excuse was futile and they both knew it. That was the very reason Matz Baron was always covering his fiendish heritage, always avoiding racism in whatever form it appeared and always shied the enforcers of law and order. Cinnamon monster opened his mouth to call him out and Matz shifted slightly, digging one hand deep into a pocket, snatching up a handful of copper pennies and removed 5 cp from my sheetthrew them at the halfling. Even as the stunned halfling was shielding himself from what he obviously believed to be a harmful weapon and as his merchant mind picked up the ringing sound of copper against cobblestones, Matz was elsewhere, swaying, bobbing, weaving and rolling into the crowd and down to a crouch just beside the entrance to the Blinkdog’s Lair.

His hood had flopped back and revealed a sharp-angled face and thin-lipped mouth under a hooked nose. All of it in baby-smooth red-tinted skin so darn recognizable. From the top of his forehead, two filed-down horns protrude and around him the faintest smell of brimstone lingers. Luckily, everyone have turned their eyes on the cinnamon monster halfling looking dumbfounded about for the teufel he saw and on the pennies left instead. Matz look up, fingers clawing for the hood to cover his head again, Ah... his smoky voice runs like the finest single malt, here they are... Ky and Kora, the remaining agents before the meeting can commence. better grab a chair then...

In a smooth motion Matz rise from his crouched position, roll the hood over his head again and enters the inn. He quickly find the silhouette of Doovol and slides elegantly after him, good to se you, ol’ purifier of all evil. Have you been eradicating the hordes that lay waste to all things good, while we have been apart? Matz grins, knowing that he’s walking a thin line, being what he is. Had it been anyone else of the flamed cult, he would have been more careful - like that trigger happy egoist, Arrun Corliostor. He slid out a chair for the hobgoblin and sagged down on one beside him, making sure that he had a clear view of the door and the two people who was about to enter...

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In any way that she could look at it, the last few weeks had been almost nightmarish, when one took out the aspect of facing death, being chased, poison and other assorted horrors, having nothing to do was indeed almost nightmarish. Ky had enjoyed the first few days, more so when the news that came out had completely done so in a manner that meant she was not about to get herself into trouble, but once that had subsided, she was at a loss. They had been paid, there was a measure of comfort and was it not enjoyable to no longer have to listen to the grouch of dwarf splutter and spit about her nature, or the utter insanity of the Shifter as he charged into everything. Ah but peace was not something that a Wayfinder ever ascribed to as an end goal, and Ky was board.

Still, on the sudden arrival of a messenger and with it the as to be expected message, she had donned once more the mask of distracted amusement, a sense that she had no need for such a thing but would follow through on the meeting for the pure fact that she had a job to do. Ky had been unable to help it though when she had run into Kova that night and found he too had been summoned, then she allowed a wry wink and raise of her brows. It was unlikely it would be the old crew, but that there was a familiar face, and one that seemed to think a lot like her, leveled things up to be at least interesting.

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The meeting did not require her to be prepared for immediate business, or more it was typically unwise to look like she was about to sneak into any number of stalls, businesses or wagons, at least in the broad daylight. Thus, much as she had the first time she had been summoned without her benefactor, Ky arrived with her hair swept back in a scrimshaw clip, out of her way should some surprise attack find her again, but not so severe a style that she seemed she expected trouble. The dark tresses hung loose about her face and only served to accent the pale ivory of her flesh while they deepened the wide, dark eyes which seemed to watch the world with a distracted amusement.

Languid yet somehow instinctively elegant, she made her way through the clamored cries of the sellers, the hawkers, the sparkles and fineries (perhaps not so fine as they claim) with only a small shake of her head here and there, her stance and focus clear that she had a place in mind and it was better suited to torment others to sell their wares then waste time on the woman.

Timed almost perfectly, she caught Kova just as he was about to enter, a moment in which to offer one more knowing wink before Ky stepped within the confines of The Blinkdog's Lair. Not a regular place for her, but were not all taverns the same when they came down to it? "Eh one almost familiar face... and I dare say I don't see the short pain..." There was a low chuckle as she glanced about the room a moment, only a single face she had a vague level of recognition with. Doodle? Dongle, Drizzle? She really had to work on the need to pay attention to when introductions were made, even if she had, at the time, been slightly distracted by the ale in her mug. Ah Argrim would cuff her for it if he knew, but that she at least recognized the face was enough, this time she would have a name to go with it.

A second seemed to arrive at the table at almost the exact moment that Ky had laid eyes upon the Hobgolblin, a lack of clear details as to the features, with as little as she caught, Ky was confident THEY had not been introduced to her as of yet. Still, couldn't be as odd as the last mix she had been thrust into, shards she hoped not. "I dare wonder are we here for tenth together?" Vague enough should it happen to just just a coincidence, granted vague enough was in truth more for her own amusement as she arched a brow at Doozol and prayed he had forgotten her name as well, otherwise she would have to wait, she was quite sure his name was at least not Drizzle.

 

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All right then, back to work!In the weeks since their return from the Forgotten Forge (as Kova had taken to calling the workshop of House Cannith), the halfling had learned much. It was, after all, what he did. He had taken the keenest interest in the Warforged, observing their actions, following them around, noting their routines. This was not driven by any particular suspicion, Kova just found them rather interesting and wished to know more about them. The first thing he had learned was that they did not appear to appreciate being asked lots of questions, though Kova had noted a similar disposition toward inquiry in many other groups of people and was not sure he could assign it any special significance. The wizard's magical attempts to learn about the race yielded mixed and usually unsurprising results.

Kova had greeted the arrival of the Wayfinders' message with great excitement, only slightly diluted by the preposterously early hour of the rendezvous. Ten bells?! he thought with some indignation. Why the serving girl is just bringing in my breakfast at ten bells if I haven't waved her off for another hour! Among Kova's idle pursuits during his hiatus had been a study of the stars of Eberron's night sky. The late hours had led to a correspondingly late rising in the morning--usually the morning--even for a halfling.

If the hour was early, the location suited the halfling perfectly. The Blinkdog's Lair was where Kova had been staying, now that his financial fortunes had taken a turn for the better. Though his forebears had exhibited some civilized disdain for their wilder lizard-riding cousins, Kova quite enjoyed the atmosphere of Little Plains. Like most halfling children, he had played for hours with his little wood and wax-carved dinosaurs, learning them all by name and painstakingly painting them in their vibrant colors. The food and music was also something he appreciated and so he decided to partake of some street vendor breakfast since the serving girl apparently had not believed him when he said he wanted breakfast at nine bells.

With his gear all in hand--one could never be sure if the Wayfinders might thrust one immediately into danger and mystery--Kova stepped out into the street and let his nose lead him around to the various food vendors. He stopped and ate at no fewer than five stalls--after all, he certainly did not want to be seen as playing favorites!--and ate his fill as he turned this way and that taking in all the familiar sights and smells and sounds. Turning back to the inn, he saw Ky approaching. "Ah, lovely Ky!" he said to himself, making his way back toward The Blinkdog's Lair. Her company was one of the many pleasures of working for the Wayfinders. "Good morning to you, my lady!" he said with a brightness that he genuinely felt, despite the unholy hour. He held out a small straw basket of cheese bread slices for the rogue, if she cared for one, and accompanied her inside.

Ghir'was, Kova knew, had left the Wayfinders to carve his bloody gash of destruction through the heart of Eberron, and the halfling wished him nothing but the greatest of fortune and happiness in that endeavor, but their paths had surely and irretrievably diverged. Arrun and Solomon, likewise were not in the tavern. The paladin had deemed their team too circumspect, Kova supposed. A pity since paladins were useful to have around. Solomon, Kova would miss. The halfling had appreciated the extreme subtlety--almost imperceptible!--of the dwarf's sense of humor. But now there were new team members to meet and Kova's eyes widened in delight when he saw the creatures sitting before him. This will be interesting! he thought, taking his seat.

Turning to the hobgoblin, Kova said: "Targash! Mak tu nivva sorg fenwik!" Translated literally it meant "Damnit man! I can barely smell your feet!" and it was the friendliest Dhakaani greeting Kova knew.

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Doovol Khaavolaar Various people began filtering in, and gravitating more-or-less directly towards Doovol. This was probably more an effect of Matz' presence than Doovol's. Matz' question about Purifying evil is met with a grin from the inquisitor. "Always," he says, simply. After a few moments of awkward silence, the Hobgoblin expands. "I have been trying to spread the Flame to others of the Dar. They are not eager to pick up the Flaming Sword. It is a mistake..." His face twists downward, as if he had tasted something far too sweet. It would almost be a gagging motion, if the face were human. Clearly, Doovol was still not taking his failure well.

The Cyran woman arrived partway through this exchange, and inserted herself. Doovol recognized her from the Wayfinder's guild, but couldn't quite place her name. Not one to let fear of the unknown ever stop him, he proceeded to confidently greet her. "Hello, Kite." He was pretty sure that was her name. "We'll be working together, then, finally? Good. I've been meaning to get to know you better." Doovol was lying. But he was glad that they would get to know each other better.

At Kova's arrival, Doovol's eyebrows shot up quite perceptibly, his ears wiggling with irrepressible surprise. "I almost thought you were a Golin'Dar in disguise-- you've no accent!" he said, delighted. "Hashk d'gin, alo-teth," he said in response. It meant, "I've just bathed after battle," and was the traditional response-- or excuse-- to the greeting.

 
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Kite. Well at least he had the guts to guess, and it totally let her off the hook when it came to naming names. With a small chuckle she flopped, somehow elegantly for all that it ought to have been rather haphazardly, into one of the two seats opposite...Dooler? "Ky, no need for the T, it was... Doodle now was it?" An arch of a brow as Ky leaned forward, almost flirtatiously, only to startle and begin to laugh, the sound rich and rueful at the same time. "SHARDS! Good light save me, seriously... MATZ?" The name came out more of a question, a tone of disbelief and with it more of that rueful laugh. If this was the selection brought together, well... well indeed.

 
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KovaKova blushed at the compliment and failed to suppress a pleased smile. "Well, when one endeavors to learn a language one might as well do it right, is what I always say. Kova Yarabree at your service!" The halfling gave a sign to the waiter and ordered a cup of "good halfling breakfast wine"--which was basically ordinary wine but without the stigma attached to its consumption before noon--and perhaps a loaf of bread and butter to polish off that early morning hunger once and for all. As he gestured for the others to order, his keen eyes made
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Matz was chewing on pesh whey - it gave the most delighted sense of mouth and throat numbness and his voice became just a half note deeper too, which he liked. So he waved the various offers of drinks down for the moment, noting what the others had and made a mental note to check out that breakfast wine Kova was having at a later time. Ky’s outburst made him chuckle and tug slightly at the fore end of the hood, sending her a devilish smile from underneath it, that’s right baby. You got the devil on your team this time. He leaned forward, the scent of brimstone reaching each of their noses, I bet you two to one, that’s our agent right over there... He thrust out a red, pointy index finger with the swirling, thorny tattoos reaching to the knuckle.

He leaned back, sighed in delight and relaxation and glanced over the table to Doovol, Yeah, man. I know the feeling when people won’t buy your mix. Sucks more when the gods are involved, I can imagine. Matz wasn’t entirely sure that there was gods involved in the Silver Flame, but they sure seemed riled up about something... He paused a little, spittle gathered in the numb corner of his mouth. Eh.. say Doovol? he was a gentleman of sorts and he underlined the name to help boost the mind of poor Ky, How come you even started the whole Flame vendetta thing in the first place? His low key question came with an actual concern; if Doovol turned out to be zealous it was nice to know which point in the man’s life he should be led back to. Drugs and gods... there really ain’t much difference.
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Leave it to Matz to give her the casual toss of information she needed in the moment, granted it always played well to have someone you could easily bounce things off of, indeed it really aided in assorted distractions and information gathering, but for right now it was appreciated and greeted with a light twitch of her lips into a bare grin. The grin did not last long though as for a brief moment her pale skin seemed to take on an even lighter shade of ivory at the mention of the Flame. A small pat at her side as she considered her borrowed item was followed up with a slight glance and arch of a brow at Kova. It seemed she would need to keep the wand under a more quiet term of information, for now at least.

Still she had taken in the comment as to who the ol devil thought was their contact and merely shrugged while Ky allowed herself to sink back into the carefree rogue she put out there. "Flame Vendetta? Shards n shatters... I swear someone likes keeping me on my toes. Anyone have bets on what kinda fun we get this round? Cant be wo... Ah lets not jinx ourselves."



 
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Doovol Khaavolaar At Matz' comment on the Gods, Doovol shook his head. "The Dar do not understand. The Flame is not a matter of Gods. It is a matter of war. They refuse to pick up a vital weapon," he grunts in repressed frustration. "I found the flame through a prisoner of the Dhakaan. Cleandro Senechal. He helped me to see that many of the threats to the world-- and to the Dar-- were enemies of the Silver Flame, and were best dispatched with the Flame. He trained me in its ways." Doovol didn't comment on the word "Vendetta." But to him, it really was a blood feud. The Dealkyr versus the Dar.

 
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Once the door to the Blink Dog’s Lair has shut behind you, the noise of the aggressive mercantile bustle fades to an almost imperceptible whisper. Inside, there is the babble of two dozen conversations accompanied by musical ethereal ringing emanating a stringless crystal harp-like sculpture. The conductor of the instrument - for it seems to play itself - is a pale-skinned fellow with long, straight, black hair, who strikes you as prettier than he is handsome. His almost-too-perfect features are almost off-putting and the measures of his slender limbs seem unusual... and that’s before you notice his alien eyes. His violet irises are so large that the whites are barely visible in his half-lidded meditative state. Maybe you’ve heard of the kalashtar from the land of A continent to the east of Khorvaire which is the seat of all psionic power native to Eberron.Sarlona? They are a people who are said to share a mind with other-worldly dream realm entities or some madness of that sort. It’s also whispered that this connection inevitably drives them insane. Who can say if such rumors are true, but watching someone “play” an instrument from a distance merely by focusing on it is fairly unusual.

The savory, mouthwatering smell of Apparently some sort of gargantuan lizard native to Talenta?Thunderherder bacon and A unique Talentan tea sweetened with honeyblackroot tal fills the common room as you spot familiar faces and make acquaintances with your fellow Wayfinders at one of the many tables in the large common room. Halfling servers dip this way and that between the tables, almost imperceptible as they silently and gracefully treat their customers to the legendary Ghallandan hospitality, seeing to the comfort and satiety of their guests without intruding or interrupting the many conversations...

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You have not spoken for long before a mischievous-looking dwarf approaches your table, wearing a brown leather eyepatch over his left eye, clean-but-unremarkable common clothes, and no visible weaponry. His gray hair is pulled back into a short, chopped-off tail behind his head and his block-like jaw is covered in white stubble. He removes his Handy when you frequent windswept towers and soaring skyships...green scarf and drapes it across the back of his chair.

“Good morning,” he says amicably, waggling his one visible eyebrow at Ky as he takes stock of the food and drink situation, dipping his fingers into the small bowl of water at the center of the table. The Those of you attuned to magic or familiar with artifice may deduce that using the bowl creates a cleansing effect similar to that of the Prestidigitation cantrip.act of doing so seems to refresh and delight him, and he looks to each of you with a smile as he dries his hands on the neatly-folded napkin set before him.

“Discussing work on an empty stomach makes me irritable,” he says with disdain, as if it’s something he wishes he could change about himself. “I’m Venture Captain Argrim Turvask. While we peruse the offerings, why don't we get the formalities of a roll call out of the way?"

While he looks around at the plates on the other tables, he removes a small notebook from his belt similar to the one Captain Marta used to chronicle your names and other notes before your last mission. Those of you who dealt with the hard-nosed former pirate might breathe a sigh of relief that you're dealing with a different captain this go-around... but unlike Captain Marta, this fellow's reputation may not precede him.

GMIf you've already written a formal introduction, feel free to breeze through it! I'm just looking to start some dialogue with the quest-giver... and buy myself some time for the next update.
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Doovol Khaavolaar As the Dwarf, Argrim, enters the room and seats himself, Doovol watches over him carefully, assessing the name, seeing if anything popped up in his mind. Nothing relevant, unless that was the name of that dwarf who was arrested for public indecency a few years back? Best not to bring it up, if so. "Doovol Khaavolaar," he said, introducing himself again. He did not bother expanding on his history or credentials, instead asking pointedly, "Where is Captain Marta? She called us here. Is she well?"

As the group is speaking, the smell of the Thunderherder Bacon begins grating at the willpower of Doovol. He didn't need such things. But gods did he want it. He made a mental note to demand bacon and some thick, heavy bread when next the server came by.

 
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Kova, having spent more time with Ky recently than anyone else present, might have to wonder at the woman as they were approached and addressed. Indeed for all her pallor, she seemed to drop another shade toward purest white, eyes wide and an odd swallowing motion. Quite, for most present, the resultant gargled sound was clearly audible and the typically boisterous and utterly carefree Rogue seemed at a loss, only heightened as she glanced at Matz and seemed to realize her expression was possibly not up to her typical standard.

"Ehhh... Argrim, been... a while." Well that was a failed introduction, but then she did not really need to, the rest knew her name and this Dwarf before her more than knew that. Quite suddenly Ky realized she was utterly pleased that the crank of a stubby pain in her rear was not here, that just might have been far too much to handle. "I'm.. good, had a quick bite on the way over..." No, no she was not going to order food or drink, she would sit there and attempt, as best as she could, to behave. Ky was quite confident she could manage that for at least five, ten... maybe even twenty minutes, depending on where the conversation went, and please dear Shards above, let him just give us information and leave them to it.

A slight fidget as she appeared to struggle to find a comfortable position, eyes seeking the others to see who else might speak up next and hopefully move things along with as little embarrassment as possible.


 
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KovaKova's keen eye could hardly miss Ky's unconventional reaction to this encounter with their new contact. "Why... you two know each other! How grand!" He brushed his small hand off on his cloak and extended it across the table to the dwarf. "Kova Yarabree, diviner extraordinaire, at your service, Captain Turvask! Any friend of Ky's is a friend to me. She and I were members of a team that just returned recently from a most fascinating and enlightening delve into the bowls of this fair city. She was instrumental to our success, of course. Kept her head when others lost theirs... well, figuratively of course. I mean we didn't lose anybody. Ky's quite conscientious about seeing to the safety of her cohorts." At this, Kova paused and gave Ky a confident and knowing look to let her know he would be quite all right with it if she wanted to chime in and sing his praises to the new captain as well.

Just then, the waiter appeared with his basket of bread, plate of butter, and his chalice of wine. Kova sighed heartily and patted his belly before digging in. "So tell us, Captain, how do you know Ky?"

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