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Eldin arches his eyebrow at Lavinia’s comment on her parent’s demise. It seems there is something deeper there… exactly what he cannot tell, but he pauses, lost in thought for several moments, only half listening to the tactics talk around him. At last he stirs to join the conversation. “I am a priest of the Traveller, Fharlanghn, and as such have access to the clerical powers of healing, minor miracles, and keeping the undead at bay. Diplomacy is certainly one of my fortes, and I speak several languages. I am learned in esoteric matters of religion and the planes beyond, and I can survive on the land. I can swim if needs be, but not strongly. Thanks to my partly elven heritage, I can see well in conditions of low light, such as moonlight. I can defend myself, but I am not a strong fighter. If things did come to a battle, I would prefer to keep the rest of you on your feet, or engage in ranged combat if I must.” He looks over the assemblage. “Whilst I perhaps must defer to the Lady Vanderboren in the matter of this Vark,” he bows in Lavinia’s direction, “and his unwillingness to negotiate, it troubles me to charge in and attack him by force prior to any negotiation. It may be that he is unwilling to listen to reason, but perhaps he will be swayed by the hint, or threat, of force, without us resorting to force itself? Sometimes the long road is more direct than the straight road… “I will go with the group on this. If an assault of stealth and force is felt to be best, then I will assist as I may. However, my vote would be to at first try to negotiate, or threaten if negotiation is doomed to fail. If nothing else, an offer to negotiate may lend us some idea of what strength or defences Vark has aboard the Lady’s vessel. IF we go with the current plan, then I would vote that the ‘diplomatic and combat’ group be more than just a show of negotiation, but make a real effort to do so.”
Eldin starts at the grotesque half-orc’s question to Lavinia, and tries to catch the man’s eye, shaking his head slightly. Obviously if the woman has recently inherited, the loss of her parents is quite recent, and such a forum is probably not where she would choose to discuss such things. The half orc – a warrior of some type by the look of him – was obviously not much used to social graces. In fact, looking around, a few of those in the room could fall into that category. It looked like Eldin may have to end up being the voice of reason and diplomacy in this little escapade, although the attractive, dark haired human woman had a presence about her too… Suddenly, there is a quiet voice somewhere around Eldin’s knees, and looking down he sees a strange looking gnome, speaking about his skill with stealth. So, they had a warrior in the half orc, the gnome was a stealthy fellow, the elf looked like an out-doorsman, and he, Eldin, a priest… he didn’t know about the woman or the bald headed man, but both were lightly armed and armoured, and seemed quite personable – perhaps sorcerers? Well, they should have a wide range of abilities available to them in helping Lavinia. “Lady Vanderboren,” Eldin begins again, giving a polite nod to the half-orc and the gnome, “Where may we find this scoundrel Vark? At the Harbourmaster’s office? Or did you mention that he is actually aboard your ship?”
“Vanderboren…” murmers Eldin upon receiving the invitation from Kora. “Ah, yes, young Lavinia, I’m sure that I have seen her at the shrine on occasion. Yes, I will be there, but I may be running rather late, as I have some duties to perform at the Shrine in the late afternoon. But I shall be there. I do like the beginning of journeys…” --- On the evening indicated on the invitation, Eldin hurries towards the Vanderboren Manor. It is located not too far from the Shrine to Fharlanghn, but the priest was administering to pilgrims all the afternoon, and was now running late to dinner. Of course, he may not have been so late had he not stopped to bathe and change his garments, but it would hardly be polite to show up for dinner unwashed after a day of toil – particularly a dinner with an associate of the Dawn Council. --- On the way through the Manor gates, he passes a band of what appear to be adventurers, but they hardly spare him a glance, hurrying on their way. He is let into the Manor by a rather grumpy looking Kora, and slips into the dining room, giving a polite bow of his head to the lovely young woman who appears to be their host, and takes a seat at the end of the table, catching most of Lavinia’s speech. When she finishes speaking, and one of the other guests, a bald headed, unshaven man has asked a question, Eldin stands and bows again, unconsciously pushing a strand of his long blonde hair out of his face. “My lady, my sincere apologies on my tardiness this eve – and also my sincere condolences on your recent loss. I will surely miss your mother’s visits to our humble shrine. “Allow me to introduce myself to the assemblage, I am Eldin Farstrider, servant of the Horizon Walker. I will certainly offer my skills to help you in your current situation Miss Vanderboren – a ship should be sailing, free, not held at dock through reasons of petty bureaucracy – or worse yet, corruption. Just as importantly, you have a right to your own property, and no rules or laws – just or unjust – should keep you from that right. “I will pledge my help in this. Diplomacy and logic are perhaps more my forte, but I am a man of action where action is required.” After saying his piece, he nods politely to those at the table and resumes his seat.
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