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[Xantalos]

"My undead friend is right in this, I believe. Send the Duke our apologies, but we'd like to be proactive about this."

[Chink]

"You sure about that? If we go to the dinner, we can probably get some idea of where to start looking for the Duke's enemies. Also, no point in missing free food and booze."

[Xero]

Zoah had awoken that morning from a most... fantastic of dreams. Despite having been defeated in his dream, even feeling the sensations of it, the angelborn warrior was very happy. The reason behind this was simple; at some point almost all warriors will die on the field, many in undignified or unfortunate ways. To have his defeat ushered by the hands of the God of War was the single greatest honor that any warrior could ever hope to receive! Standing hand-to-hand with his God and challenging his might, even though he would be bested, was the penultimate dream of mighty soldiers!

Finishing up his morning routines of washing himself and cleaning his hair, Zoah dressed in a white tunic and trousers, then strapped on his iron gauntlets, greaves and a custom chestplate. While the rest of his armor was generally mundane, the chestplate was ornately designed with defined outlines of chest and abdominal muscles and custom-made to fit neatly with his wings. The finishing touch was strapping his special extending spear to his hip.

Once he had finished dressing himself, the angelborn happily strode off the ship. He felt rejuvenated and alert! It was good to be alive, but today was still a good day to die! So lost in his thoughts that Zoah barely noticed the person that had come to welcome them. He had caught a bit of what the man said, before his thoughts turned to how rude the undead was being. Zoah held his tongue, not wanting to cause another dispute. There were many more important tasks to be handled today! No need to have ones mind clouded by frustration and anger!

"I can't believe you sods are turning down a free meal. A warrior must always eat, because you never know when your next meal may come! I, for one, accept the Dukes offer."

[Gamerlord]

Typical of your kind; while we actually do work you'll be up in the castle feasting and drinking. I thought Shin was a war god, not a booze god.

[Xero]

"Do whatever you like, undead."

Zoah felt his "not-giving-a-fuck" side starting to kick in. He'd rather go to meet with the Duke and gather information, and a good dinner, than plunge headlong into a mission.

[Xantalos]

Myrln mentally weighed the options.
1: Go immediately, and pass up free food and info, as well as some choice prank opportunities.
2: Go, and get food, refined alcohol, and unsuspecting prankees.
The decision was a no-brainer.
"Eer, Morgred, think of it this way. If we go to the duke's dinner, we can get info that will let us find our targets faster in order to kill them faster. Because now that I think about it, the duke's generous invitation is not one that should be turned down lightly. Sorry for not consulting the rest of you; I didn't see you until you arrived. So: duke's dinner? Any objections?"

[Ross Vernal]

Baelfire didn't particularly care what the skeleton thought about him, being a rather laid-back fellow. Besides, the corpse had a point, and Baelfire had a thing about refusing to be offended by the truth.

"Oh, I remember being a journeyman. Had the exact same argument, in fact..." He chuckled. "Either way you decide, it's my job to escort you lot until you're out of the city limits. And to give you coin. Not much, as far as the city goes, but it's a fortune out there."

He waved a hand to indicate the outside of the city, looking slightly disdainful. Obviously a city boy, this one.

"Oasis is about a day's ride thataways. Garrison Spring is two days in the other direction. There's a few cisterns along the way for you to get water. Though if I were you, I'd boil the water near Garrison. The folk know they can't rebel forever, and tend to poison the water to keep our soldiers away."

[Gamerlord]

Don't think I would fit in with the court anyway... Also I can't be bothered watching priests fawn over Zoah and the Duke try to look down Tarana's top.

[Xantalos]

"But you get to laugh at it - that's the whole reason I follow Pantxike - you get to see the ridiculousness of everything, turn it on it's head, and laugh! But you're a more gloomy fellow. Tell you what - do this and we'll save some for you to kill."
He looks askance at the guard.
"The bandits, not the nobles."

[Ukrainian Ranger]

"Can we just go to the duke and spend a day here? I need some comfort after that stinky rat-filled ship " Tarana was busy cutting of  fingernails with her dagger . That was a typical morning ritual for her, as due to her heritage her nails grew much faster than human ones. One may consider long sharp fingernails a nice addition to Tarana's rapier and dagger, but the girl knew that long brittle claws aren't great weapons.

[Ross Vernal]

[Three votes for clinches it.]

"Alright then, follow me."

***

It was a pretty nice castle, as far as it went. Maybe a little drafty, but certainly well-designed, both in an aesthetic sense and a defensive sense. There were plenty of carpets and tapestries, as well as mismatching sculptures that were probably gotten from trading. The dinner itself was much better than "pretty nice." It was a small affair, with the Duke, his wife, a Coranthiian priest (who was clearly of the fifth tier, as shown by the stars on his frock and the quality of the clith), the Captain of the Guard, and a number of other minor nobles. The table was decked with perfumed waters, silver candlesticks, bright napkins, and fine silverware. Servants brought ale, cactus wine, and water, followed immediately by a first course of beef broth with a strong aroma of sage and a hint of ale. Immediately after, another group of servants brought in white bread and soft cheese, then withdrew.

"I am to understand you are the acme of your class?"

The Duke raised his glass of wine and took a sip, then set it down and began to eat.

"Capital. Very capital. I asked specifically for people with the will to do what needs to be done. My duchy is being attacked from inside and out. Treat the gangrene or amputate, so long as you save the patient's life." He dipped his bread in the broth, let it soak, and took a bite. Beside him, his wife slightly rolled her eyes; anyone looking would see her kicking him in the shin. "What I mean to say is, you have my sanction. It pleases me that you came, else I'd have to had sent a rider out to give you warrant. Tell me, what do you need of me? How fared your trip?"

[Gamerlord]

Morgred rolled it's eyes at the fop.
I freaking knew it.
Out loud it stated,
Although my... companions are of flesh and therefore need rest, I do not. Please tell me all you know concerning our mission so I can leave these fools here and deal with these problems so that I may leave. I do not wish to be in this place a moment more than necessary. But knowing the others, the angel boy will want to be fawned over by your priests, the half-fey will want to stay to prank you all, the demon girl will want to recline in decadence and the other guy... actually haven't spoken to them much yet. But I digress. Can we get this over with?

[Xantalos]

Myrln, seeing a situation to be salvaged, intervenes.
"Just ignore him, Duke; he's my anger translator. I understand you wanted us here for a dinner?"

[Chink]

"It would be nice if you could give us some idea of who your enemies are, so that we know where to start looking."

[Xero]

What they said. Information on your enemies and the situation would be very helpful. Zoah had ignored the undead at this point, completely tuning him out and enjoying his very delicious dinner.