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[Blade Master Model 42]

"He'll be dead, alongside Prixima. Then we dn't have to worry about it. And Chris agreed to guard our room for the night."

[SeriousConcentrate]

Chris noticed the subtle 'our room' Valor threw in there. It was pretty smooth, he had to admit, and the swordsman said it with confidence. Say what you like about him, Valor was a quick study, that much the assassin was certain of.

"I don't know why, but I think Ernest is afraid of me. To put that in context, Ernest is the man who trained me when I worked for Prixima, and who also gave me what I needed to learn the ways of the assassin. And if with all of his abilities he stoops to the level of threatening Valor with your life, then I don't think he'll come near you as long as I'm patrolling."

"To that end, I'm going to have to request we set up the rooms so if your room were in the middle, Gregor's would be one one side of it and Tantallos's on the other, so I may watch over them as well. I may ask Olison if he'll guard with me. He, too, knows what Ernest is like and out of all of our group is the one who would be the next best person to watch."

[Praefectus Screptum]

"Hm-hm. Who knew so many people of this group would end up together?"

[Haspen]

@Greglotte:

"Now you're husband and wife, and Charlotte is part of Von Hexham family. May Dragon bless your life and protect you from harm." Dag stood up.

"That's all, right? I will go and tell Magister Tiron that we're in the town. Where is he?"

"Hmm... It's temple district... I forgot the name, ah, I should've brought the letters with me... look for ornate temple that is a library. People should be able to point you there, as far as I know it is the only such building in the city..." Dag hummed under his nose, and left the room.

"I believe that was your last favor, Gregor?."

[Sirus]

: "Yes sir, I believe it was."

[Haspen]

@Greglotte:

"Then, I believe you're free to go. I'm a bit tired... and I have to think a little."

[Sirus]

: "In that case, I better go find something useful to spend this money on. Best of luck to all of you...and thank you, sir."

Gregor bowed to Mannan before turning to Charlotte.

: "Think we should tell the others the good news?"

[freeformschooler]

: "Definitely. Why don't we see if any of them are at the bar downstairs? That's usually where we go first after a mission..."

[Sirus]

: "The bar sounds like a good idea. I'm sure some of our friends are there, and we'll probably find that wine you were looking for as well."

Gregor heads downstairs.

[Haspen]

@Gregor:

Gregor soon got his left foot tangled in his cape and tumbled down the stairs for a second.

For some reason, no one in the inn paid real attention. Did the cape suddenly got longer? Was it secret assasination attempt on Gregor's life? Who knows. The only fact is that Gregor was sitting on the floor with his cape over his face.

[Sirus]

: "Ow."

That was the worst trip-and-fall he'd had since that one time he tripped over a log in Kesselring Forest. He would have to be more careful in the future!

After brushing himself off and wiping the worst of his injuries with a cloth, Gregor set off to find his friends.

[Xanmyral]

Salvatore nodded as he watched the paladin leave. "Roight, preparations..."

The wyvern knight made a trip to the cart, glancing at what was currently inside of it. Let's see... Medicine, medicine, a pair of sticks with some fancy stones on them, more medicine... Ah, now this looks promising! He pulled out the iron club from storage and tested its weight in his hands. Sal nodded, seemingly satisfied, attaching the metal club to his belt.

Salvatore soon followed the others into the inn, having to stop for a moment by the door to instruct Ormm that he couldn't follow inside for more reasons than just that the wyvern couldn't fit through the door.

He did a quick headcount of all the patrons in the inn, noting the number, and if possible as well any signs that may indicate prices of the drinks. Seeing Gregor though, he walked over with his typical grin. He can talk about his idea later, first important stuff.

"'Ow'd it go? Were 'ey 'ere?"

[Sirus]

Gregor somehow missed the pink-haired wyvern rider in the crowded inn, but after a short look around he spotted Chris apparently deep in conversation with Valor and Seyena. He caught Chris' eye and waved, wondering if it would be okay to interrupt whatever they were discussing.

[SeriousConcentrate]

Chris cleared his throat.

"I'll leave you two to discuss your plans for the night."

He stood and walked over to Gregor, raising a hand in greeting as he did so.

"So, how'd it go with that bunch?"

[Sirus]

Gregor shrugged.

: "Well, it looks like they're gearing up for one last-ditch attempt to bring Prixima down - but I'm pretty sure you guessed that. They've got some sort of mass-transit teleportation spell that will set us down inside Prixima's castle...assuming it works anyway."

: "Ah, hello Sal. I must have missed you somehow. Sorry."