Curiously enough, Garmen doesn't seem to notice Edynn's sizing him up. "Anyways..."
He carefully approaches Edynn, putting Sialea in her stronger, more capable hands. "...please make sure she doesn't get herself into trouble while you're here."
"While you're at it, there are other tables to enjoy if one doesn't take your fancy." The casino owner claps his hands together and rubs them.
Taking hold of Sialea, Edynn supports the other woman, holding her close as she glares at the casino owner. "Are you alright Sia?"
”That’s okay, you can have these back.” Inlé responds while offering up the packet he was given to the Casino’s owner.
Garmen gives the packet a bit of a disappointed look. "Eh, that's handled by the exchange office."
"Are you alright Sia?"
"I hope so. I don't think Councillor Baine will appreciate it if she gets sick from two glasses of wine."
With that, Garmen slinks back upstairs.
Inlé keeps his eyes trained on Garmen as he exists with his tail between his legs. Once he's out of sight he turns to Edynn. "Did you want to play anything or did you want me to turn your tokens back in too?"
Sialea leaned against Edynn as the android helped her stay standing and smiled blearily as she said, "Yup! I feel really good." She reached a hand out and began to trace the lines on Edynn's skin, her finger trying to follow them but shaky enough that she could really. "Tattoos?" Shewibbled a bit, "Not tattoos..."
"Well, if you don't want them, mind if I have them?" A rough-sounding, tenor voice says, coming up behind Inlé. "Roulette's been a demanding mistress, and I'm almost fresh out of scratch."
A man with long, black hair tied into a topknot has approached the gathered gamblers, dressed in a well-oiled bluish-grey chain shirt. His hazel eyes are sharp and clear.
”Eh, sure.” Inlé says while tossing the packet to the man.
"Sort of...I suppose....not exactly." Edynn repliesd as she supported Sia. "I'll explain later." she says briefly glancing around to see if anyone was paying attention.
Nobody seems to be paying much attention to the eclectic mix of gamblers that is the party. A few men (and at least one woman) are eying Sia up with a lecherous gaze, but as soon as someone takes notice of them they go back to their drinks and games.
The newcomer catches Inlé's tossed packet of chips and grins. "Thank you kindly, boy."
"Say, I don't reckon I've met some of you before." He looks at Celen & Sialea, pointedly keeping his eyes on their faces instead of roving about. "You two I've seen around town--never thought I'd see you in this sorta place."
"As to you two--" He addresses Inlé and the android keeping Sialea upright. "--name's Sanvil Trett--I deal in technology and magic around here." He extends a hand for a handshake.
”Neat. I’m Inlé.” the ranger responded, though he wasn’t going to dignify trying to hop up in order to shake the man’s hand.
"Nice to meet you Sanvil Trett. I'm Edynn." Edynn says, shaking the man's hand, while keeping the other around Sia's waist and letting the other woman lean against her.
She was in fact stronger than she looked.....a lot stronger.
Sialea was distracted by the various lecherous grins directed towards her and waved at a few of them. The one woman caught her eye for a moment but then Sanvil spoke towards her, more or less, directly. She looked at him blearily and said, "Hey! My eyes are down here..." she pointed two fingers at him and then drew them down to her chest before hesitating, "er up here," she drew her fingers back up to somewhere around here erratically wriggling antenae. "I'm Sia."
Sanvil is a bit unprepared for the android's strong grip, but he returns it all the same. "A pleasure, ma'am."
"Now, how've you been enjoying this place so far? Not my usual hangout, for certain--I tend to prefer the Evercandle or the Foundry."
"What's the Evercandle?" Inlé asked. He remembers the Foundry being the Smithy/Temple.
"Oh, the Evercandle Inn?" Sanvil scratches his head. "It's one of Torch's competing inns. It's a quiet spot for more scientifically-minded folks to stay in town."
"If I recall correctly, it's within walking distance from the Marrymaid..."
”What’s the Marrymaid?”
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Thinking for a moment, Edynn recalled the place Sanvill referred to.
"It's the place where people go to have sex with the people working there in exchange for money." she replied matter of factly.
”Ah.” is all Inlé says.
"Aye, that it be." Sanvil nods, just as matter-of-factly. "It's a pleasant place to visit, provided you're not put off by the more recent unsavoury goings-on in there."
"That being said, you'd be surprised how loose the patrons' lips are in there." He starts, before stopping with an odd expression on his face. "...which is an interesting choice of words all by itself..."
"'Recent' unsavoury goings-on?" Inlé echoes, putting emphasis on the "recent".
Sanvil nods. "One of the girls was found murdered in her own bed, believe it or not."
"The madam claims that Garmen's crew had something to do with it. Now, I didn't get all the details, but the gentleman who hired out her company the night of the murder had a length of rope or two to spare, if you get my drift." He whispers, casting an eye over the burly-looking roughs minding the tables and entrance, coils of rope wrapped around their meaty fists.
Inlé doesn't verbally respond, though his hand starts to get twitchy for his sword.
"Madame Wrennie'd be able to tell you more about it, if'n you be interested." The technologist gives the party a little noncommittal shrug.
"Although I'd perhaps see to making sure your friend is.." He glances at Sialea. "...well, sober, before you go asking her anything."
Inlé nods and then adds a ”Yeah...” as he looks over at Sialea.
Still supporting Sia, Edynn's eyes narrow, her gaze shifting to the thugs working for Garmen. "Once she is alright, we'll look into it."
Sialea was still not paying much attention to the conversation, she just didn't have the focus, and continued looking around blurrily. She occasionally smiled and waved at an admirer but otherwise was content to remain in Edynn's grip for now.
"Oh, of course. If'n you need someone to fix her drunkenness, I reckon the Temple's got a curative or two just for her." Sanvil nods. "Otherwise, unless you've got something else for me, I reckon I've got some money to win back."
With that, he turns and heads back down into the gambling pit.
"I suggest we either go to the temple or perhaps take Sia home to sleep off the effects." Edynn recommends.
Inlé nods again. "Might want to take her to the temple just to be safe."
"Good point." Edynn says guiding Sialea to the door, preparing to head to the temple. "We're laving now Sia." she says softly.
Inlé shuffled along after the two women.
Leaving the noise and lights of the Silverdisk Hall behind, the party strides out into the daylight and down the roads of Torch. Most of them can walk under their own power, and the one who can’t leans heavily on Edynn for support. Most of the townsfolk of the mining town are inclined to let them pass without incident when they see how inebriated Sialea is.
After several minutes of walking, the party reaches the Temple of Brigh, its bronze clockwork angel statues as well-polished and smelling of oil as ever. There are a few parishioners sitting in the main chapel/lecture hall, attentively listening to Father Kyte as he gives a lesson on some scientific principle.
Acolyte Sarona is standing near the door, her blue eyes watching her superior lecture the gathered masses when she hears the party approach. She turns to face the party, her head tilting in curiosity when she sees Sialea in her drunken state.
”Oh. Hello again. Councillor Baine’s recovery is going well. May I inquire as to your purpose here?”
”We have reason to believe she may be a bit more than just smashed.” Inlé states as he points to Sialea.
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Sialea clung to Eddyn to keep standing as they went, occasionally trying to trace the patterns on her skin in amusement. When they reached the temple and met the acolyte Sia looked at her blearily and says something in a strange tongue that seems to have a few things in common with elvish but is something else altogether.
Sarona’s eyes widen a little and she nods her head. ”Evidently so. Am I correct in assuming that you wish for me to cure her of her...”
”...inebriation?”
"That would be best I think." Edynn says, cocking her head to the side as she listens to Sialea's strange speech. While it was a bit...entertaining having Sia try to trace the patterns of her circuit tattoos, it would be better if she were able to function as her usual self.
Sarona blinks, then slides a hand into her smock and retrieves her holy symbol. "As you wish. I will waive the usual fee for casting."
She extends a pale grey hand and rests it on Sia's flushed forehead, beginning to trace patterns on it. The blue lines on her hand start to glow with a soft orange colour that spreads to Sialea's body.
You blink your eyes several times, and your vision clears. You feel awake and alert as you've ever been.
Inlé blinks as he finally notices the similarities between Sarona and Edynn's tattoos.
He watched quietly as the android preistess healed their drunken friend.
"I am glad to hear that master Baine is healing."
Edynn notes the manner in which Sarona's circuitry tattoos glow as she heals Sia, similar to how her own did when putting extra effort into a physical task.
"He insisted on the return of his mental faculties, first and foremost."
Sarona withdraws her hand from Sialea's forehead once the glow passes. "How are you feeling, Ms. Baine?"
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Sialea's eyes, and antenae, twitched several times while the priestess worked her magic and she found slipping from her mouth, "You're kinda cute you know?" When the magic ended Sia blinked as she considered the question and said, "Much better, thank you..." she looked at her companions, "Ummm, how did I get here and what happened to me?" She flushed slightly, "I'm not quite sure I remember."