Áine nods, "We should cleanse it, once we've finished investigating." she says.
"No argument from me," Faith says. He looks at the iron-fanged skull with the ring on the bottom. "I think that's Zura," he says. "A ... doorknocker?"
Faith says "No," very quickly. Then he frowns for a moment. "I take that back. I think I was probably close to death several times when I was younger. I just didn't realize it at the time."
"I was an ice fisher. Still am, if the opportunity presents. Not the safest pastime."
Faith drums his fingers against the tattoo on his cheek as he ponders. "I wouldn't say I've been terribly close to death here, either. Not as close as Sasha or Aerys has been. Or Gelik when he came down with fever."
"What about you? Your profession strikes me as similarly dangerous. Except that people are sneaky about wanting to kill an investigator. Have you been near death before?"
"The fish is my favorite," Faith says. "Even now. It's been years since I had it, but sometimes I dream of it. It was worth all the work."
Faith looks sad when Pakshee talks about her home with no people. He only winces a little as he thinks about the cannibals -- probably Pakshee's relatives -- he personally killed. "Leaving home is hard," he says. "But that is a future which may never come."
"When it gets very cold, water turns hard -- like a rock. You can stand on it, walk across it. It will kill you if are not protected from it. It happens for almost half the year where I come from. But some places -- like here -- it never happens."
Faith puts his hand on his chin and ponders. He squeezes Pakshee briefly and then lets go.
"Is there something you have never done but would like to do? I would like to do something nice for you. It may not be within my power to grant today. But it may be tomorrow."
"I always wondered if the drinking came first or the philosophizing," Faith says. "But clerics have a natural rivalry with non-religious philosophers. Kind of like gnomes and giants, but less stabbing and crushing. Usually."
"The rumors about this island that are true are bad enough." Faith ponders. "But we have taken care of the cannibals and most of the undead -- I hope."
"If we want to keep people away from our tropical paradise, maybe we need to invent new rumors?"
Faith loses a pip to the ground. A second. A third. "Maybe these pomegranates are cursed."
He scowls fiercely at the pomegranates.
"I think that's Zura," he says. "A ... doorknocker?"
Áine grins, "Does anyone want it?" she asks, "If not, I have a feeling he's not going to like me very much, I'm not much of an artist." her grin turning wicked, "hope you guys are okay with an evil vampire god not being very happy with us...er, me." she turns to Arcadia, "do you know how to mix different dyes or paints that will stick on metal for a while?"
A longer pause, "oh, wait. Zura's a woman? Well what I had planned is not going to be nearly as effective then." she sighs. "That's okay, I'll still come up with something."
"unless you are going to burn him alive that is very painful"
She considers, "Being able to leave the lighthouse, is nice." She considers, "There was a river north of here, with a waterfall. I remember it from when I was little, I'd like to swim there with you." She smiles, "I like it when you take off your shell."
When he sits up himself, "Race you to the water?" Her green gaze playful, her body still relaxed, mostly.
those of us of the wood feel pain differently"
"unless you are going to burn him alive that is very painful"
Áine shakes her head rapidly, "No! But..cutting down something so big..is going to take me quite a while."
"I am sure it lives out in the great ocean somewhere," Faith says. "I only knew where to find it under the ice in the winter time."
He climbs to his feet. "I think I know where this waterfall is." He smiles at Pakshee. "I would be delighted to swim with you. Leaving my shell behind on the grass."
Faith gives Aerys an appraising look. "If we do come to blows over philosophy, I hope it's not in a contest of pithing."
And a pip tries to squirt free, but Faith catches it before it can hit the ground. "Hah! Got you!" he says to the pip.
you need help moving it although maybe make shelter here until you make him lighter
She considers, i could shape him to be the shape you need but i do not know what that is
She smiles, "I like hearing the discussion that leads to the why, there are normally interesting turns." She considers, "Granted so is hearing the Truth from those of different gods." She reaches over an nabs a pip that hid in his hair, blowing on it once before popping it in her mouth.
"For the cheese, I think I'm going to find some blackberries and mull them, light fermentation. Just enough to get everyone tipsy. Especially if I can find some honey to jack up the yeast."
She watches him as he makes his own way down. Once he joins her, "You're more comfortable in the water without clothes, huh?" She darts in, a quick kiss, "I was planning on kissing you if you caught me."
"But..." her face totally reads I wanted to anyway.
He settles down in the water, watching her.
The clear blue sky shows signs of heavy clouds moving in from the south, a sign that the daily deluge is soon to appear.
you need help
you need help moving it although maybe make shelter here until you make him lighter
She considers, i could shape him to be the shape you need but i do not know what that is
Áine's face lights up, "Let me find a fallen Tree branch and I'll make a smaller sized sample."
She takes 20 on a carpentry check for her model
Zaine looks up to the graying sky. "Looks like we're about to get wet. Well, wetter I guess."
Zaine considers, then reaches out, taking Sasha by the hand and pulling her to him. "I'm just not quite ready for today to end," he murmurs, brushing her hair away from her face and finding her lips with his.
"Listen, Faith. I've been meaning to ask you about Pakshee. How is that going?" Zaine pauses. "Actually, what's going on there?"
Faith is happy to swim with Pakshee in the river under the waterfall. As promised, he leaves armor, clothing, weapons in the grass by the shore. He does wear the Ring of Swimming.
Faith shrugs. "I am happy to listen to debates about Truth-with-a-capital-T. But sometimes they go on long enough to strain my eyes from all the rolling."
She reaches over and nabs a pip that hid in his hair
"A counter-attack! Thank you for saving me." Faith shakes his head in disbelief -- and to dislodge any more pips that might be hiding.
"Blackberries and cheese, that's a good pairing. I bow to your expertise." Faith dips his head to Aerys. "Not sure I've seen any beehives. I will look for bees next time I am out, and attempt to follow them home."
He turns his gaze earthward, and looks Zaine in the eyes. "We are having sex. If that is what you're asking about." A beat. "How are things with you and Sasha? I notice you are off together frequently, it seems you have a common interest."
A momentary thought, she looks up the beach, making sure both of Zaine's weapons are not out where they will get wet. If she sees them out she says something, otherwise, she sinks back down skin sliding against skin. "I'd say I'd be happy to cuddle with you at night but I think Tulip might object to changes in the her sleeping arrangement." The hint of a frown, one she probably doesn't realize is there, indicates her feelings just add clearly a's words. A smile, "In the water is about the warmest place to be during a downpour. "
Zaine squints up at the night. "Sasha? I like her and she likes me."
"We can test out sleeping arrangements later. Tulip... well, we'll see what she thinks." Zaine peers back to shore, where the t-rex is stalking through the undergrowth. "She's been a good girl so far. Or maybe she just likes the freedom."
He gathers her back up in his arms. She can feel him, beneath the water, ready for another round, though he's apparently content to cuddle. "Then let's stay here for the time being."
She watches with intensity as Áine shapes the model. She holds the model once the nimble carver finishes. this will take time energy come back in a few days
Áine looks a little startled, opens her mouth to say something, but decides against it. She nods, presses herself again against the massive trunk and whispers, [b]"thank you"[b], then turns, makes sure she knows where she is on the island and disappears into the jungle.
Zaine was casually sipping from his waterskin, and spits out a mouthful when Faith makes his casual revelation. He coughs, trying to get it under control/
Faith pounds Zaine on the back. "Out with it, lad. Drowning on dry land's a terrible way to go."
Faith nods at Zaine's question. "If we leave this island, she is coming too. She says staying here alone would drive her mad."
"I am glad to hear that you and Sasha like other. Is Tulip jealous?"
Farmer's voice takes a slightly more serious tone. "Zaine.... I know you and Tulip can take care of yourselves. I recognize the tattoo on Sasha's back, and those people are bad news. If we get off this island, and if her past comes looking for her...."
"You won't need to ask. I'm in if you need me."
Faith snorts back a laugh. "It all seems so far away from here. It could be tomorrow. Could be never."
As Arcadia returns to normal, Zaine asks "You okay?"
"I am, I think. Thank you."
Sasha pulls out a half empty waterskin, "That couldn't have tasted good."
Arcadia takes the offered waterskin with a polite nod of her head. "I've tasted worse, but this one felt... wrong. And dark." She sips the water, hands it back.
"do you know how to mix different dyes or paints that will stick on metal for a while?"
Arcadia holds her hand up and does a "so-so" motion with a smile. "I've made things that are similar, but typically I don't dabble much with dyes. I'm sure we have enough time ahead of us that I can figure something out, if you'd still like me to."
After everyone goes through the contents of the drawer, she holds a hand up. "So, we still have a few places we haven't poked around in yet. Are we interested in doing so, or should we quit the place and put it behind us? We still have an abnormally large urchin to attend to, as well."
"..I can figure something out, if you'd still like me to."
"Yes please! When you have time."
"So, we still have a few places we haven't poked around in yet. Are we interested in doing so, or should we quit the place and put it behind us? We still have an abnormally large urchin to attend to, as well."
"I think we should finish this place first." Áine says, hurriedly copying down the runes if they are not already in Yarzoth's notes.
"I think we should finish this place first." Áine says, hurriedly copying down the runes if they are not already in Yarzoth's notes.
"I agree," Faith says. "Finish exploring. Lot of evil to cleanse."
"I think we should finish this place first." Áine says, hurriedly copying down the runes if they are not already in Yarzoth's notes.
Looking through the bars on the eastern end of the temple, you can make out the glint of water but smell no salt. You see a medium sized gate on the right side of the bars - held closed by a simple latch on the temple side.
Aycenia is no where in sight, or hearing.
As the rain starts to fall she tilts her head back, letting the fresh water run over her face and neck. Below the water, her hands slide down from shoulders to below Zaine's waist. She glances at his face, making sure he is ok with her change from cuddling, assuming consent, her hands play. No steady rhytm, instead a build then a calm, teasing, seeing if she can play him to the edge of pleasure.
Faith watches Áine copying down tunes. "I can prepare Comprehend Languages tomorrow and come back and we can get all of it translated," he offers.
Faith doesn't make a big deal about it, but after watching Pakshee swim, he stakes out a spot between the basin and the danger zones.
Faith wraps his arms around her waist and grins. He is clearly pleased to see her happy. "Best waterfall on the island," he says.
"Where there are flowers, there are usually bees," Faith says. He watches her finish the pithing.
"Unnerving is a good word for it," Faith says. "But next time will be less so. And I will have the presence of mind to give you a feast in your dreams." He shakes his head. "I would not like to fall into a trance like that. I have respect for those who bear a burden I would not."
And, more quietly, "You are welcome."
"Do you need a hand hauling these to the storehouse?"
She's also much cleaner.
"Then..." she shakes her head, "On second thought, I don't want it in the hut until it goes into the cask." She looks around, "I think we could spare a bit of the sail cloth to make a covered area for it in the grove, better juju for the yeast there, I think." It's clear from her face she is remembering what used to be in the storage hut.
Faith holds up under her weight, only riding a little lower as he treads water. He puts his hand to his chin and pretends to think. "Hmmm," he says. "So many possibilities."
He puts his hands on her hips, kicking a little harder to compensate. "Are you ticklish" He runs his fingers up the sides of her ribcage to check.
"Mm," Faith grunts. "Good call. If we didn't need the storage hut, I would burn it down and build a new one somewhere else. Bad juju indeed."
Faith has a bit of trouble finding a good rhythm. Too hard and it splashes. Too soft and the pips don't pulp. "Even in death, they mock me," he sighs, still trying to match Aerys' juicing rhythm.
"Count me along with those who want to explore the rest of this place," Zaine says. Tulip squawks. "Her too."
He listens to Faith's pledge, and does appear to be genuinely touched. "Thanks. I'm not too worried... I've had people out to kill me since I was twelve years old, and they have yet to succeed. Still, be nice to have faith on my side for once."
Faith watches Áine copying down tunes. "I can prepare Comprehend Languages tomorrow and come back and we can get all of it translated," he offers.
Áine stops and looks up, "Yeah, let's do that." she says.
Looking through the bars on the eastern end of the temple, you can make out the glint of water but smell no salt. You see a medium sized gate on the right side of the bars - held closed by a simple latch on the temple side.
Áine listens intently for a minute, frowns, "Sounds like a gibbering mouther," she says.
As they are going out of the settlement, carrying the mostly full bucket, Aerys asks consideringly, "You said before that as a priest you know the answers. But you saw, felt the moral quandry in the story of your goddess marking one against his will to do good."
"What will you do if you get to the point where The answer isn't?"
A pause, "Damn that is totally a 'why', I've drunk with too many philosophers." A heavy sigh.
Out to sea, the rumble of thunder threatens.
Áine listens intently for a minute, frowns, "Sounds like a gibbering mouther," she says.
Zaine pulls back the hammer of his musket. "Well, let's go shoot it."
"Apparently the answer is yes," Faith says, looking very amused.
Faith ponders the question as they carry the bucket. "That's a good question," he says eventually. "My answer is a little bit cheating, though. When a The Answer is no longer my The Answer. Find a new one. That's nice in theory. In practice, I have been following the path of Vildeis for decades. Even considering finding a new path...."
He gives Aerys a wry look. "It would be like a shipwrecked sailor on this island -- the sea so close yet inaccessible."
Then he goes back to watching where he is going.
"Each something is different," Faith shrugs.
"Twelve?" Faith looks impressed. "At age twelve, I was sneaking off to ice-fish when I should have been studying. When you get to be my age, you're going to be amazing. Or dead. Possibly both."
Áine listens intently for a minute, frowns, "Sounds like a gibbering mouther," she says.
"What can you tell us about it?" Faith asks. "Other than it has a weirdly descriptive name?"
"At least you can still fish here." She shakes her head, quietly, "I know we are just doing what we need to survive here, but..." she looks at the area around, "it feels almost like a honeytrap."
She leans forward, brushing a kiss at the pulse beneath his ear, her words almost lost in thunder, "Time with you, Zaine, is a gift to me, too."
Faith's smile melts away. "If you didn't like that, then I won't do it again. I apologize."
He continues to tread water.
Faith stops.
"It does feel like a honey trap! Fishing. Swimming. Just enough undead to kill that I feel like I'm doing Vildeis' work."
Faith resumes walking, shaking his head. "I'm not that important in the grand scheme ... but that's quite an insight. You are a poet-philosopher."
He gives Aerys the side-eye, then breaks into a grin again. "We can still be friends. I'm magnanimous that way."
"Don't worry, when I can sail again I'll go back to being just a poet and leave the philosophy to those who don't have to work to survive." She find a sheltered level place for the bucket and starts to string the piece of sail above it, "But traditionally the mead makers are philosophers or priest." She looks at him deadpan, "If I don't do this, the wine will come out bad."
"Should I tell you, or would you like to hunt for the spot?"
"A philosopher and a priest, working together and arguing about Truth? It's going to be amazing wine."
"What can you tell us about it?" Faith asks. "Other than it has a weirdly descriptive name?"
"Not much. It's a mass of eyes, mouths, and formless flesh that stares in all directions at once. Its countless maws yammer ceaselessly, causing confusion in anyone within hearing, and it consumes any flesh and blood it comes in contact with." she begins hunting around for cotton, finally settling on her bandanna and strips of cloth to try and muffle the sound. She makes sure everyone is ready before opening the latch.
A few days later, say three, if Áine returns to the area, there are two rough shapes like she indicated, upsidedown so water wouldn't pool inside during the daily rain - not a single toolmark - although the wood looks a little denser than what Áine has seen of most koa.
Aycenia is no where in sight, or hearing.
Áine looks over the dryads work, smiles. She touches a nearby tree, "thank you" she says simply. She tries lifting what will eventually be the bow of one of the hulls to get a feel of the weight and surveys the land.
"Sounds charming," Zaine says.
He's quiet for a short while. "Not that I know what this thing is between her and me yet. Could just be the island."
You open the gate in time to see a thing cavorting in the water about 60 feet away. As the sound of it's maddening gibberish starts to affect your mind you see it slip into a hole in the wall, it's hard to tell from this distance but it reminds you of the one in the antechamber, the one with the pool of blood.
A pause, then "It isn't at a point where it would let you forget your headache."
"Yet."
Arcadia smiles, sweeping her eyes quickly over the scene. "Patience is key. I can make this stuff on demand, but it's not nearly so good as it is with time and process." She shakes her head. "Alchemy is all about shortcuts, but there's really no good replacement for handling food and wine properly."
She seats herself nearby. "Something you dabbled in before the wreck made shabby messes of us all?"
Arcadia chuckles. "Because I can is a perfectly acceptable reason for doing most things, I approve. Even more so, because you promised." She tilts her head. "I feel like alchemy is a little bit of a cheat, a shortcut, for something like this. But I'm happy to lend my hands in the work."
"Do you often converse with Aycenia?"
After the events of the Temple of Blood wrap up and the group finds themselves safely back at camp, Zaine would likely find Arcadia in the lab, already tinkering with something or another with a frown on her face.
"You think you're ready for something, you think you're prepared, then you're dealing with skeletons who don't give a whit about your poisoned blades." She says it mostly to herself, but it's clear she's talking to whoever entered the lab behind her.
She turns around. "At least now I know what I've been missing by choosing to investigate on my own, rather than joining the larger group. It's not a mistake I'll make again." She grins.
Arcadia makes her best approximation of earmuffs, copying Áine's style. "Are these going to help against that?" She asks, a little too loudly, once the fabric is over her ears.
Her head cocks to the side, "Was ticklish important to what you want to do after," she splashes her hand in the water.
After they finish, Aerys stretches her back cracking, "I'm going to go get rid of the evidence of pomegranate death." Motioning to the fleks of red.
Sasha kisses Zaine, no smile, but glowing with happiness. "I don't really want to break the spell, but..." she looks at the clouds, "I think our paradise is going to keep getting rained out."
A day or so after Wynnstan joins the survivors, the normal afternoon downpour is only a herald for a heavy storm. While you have a little time to be sheltered, the night promises to be rough.
At the lighthouse, Pakshee goes around to everyone who normally sleeps outside, encouraging in horribly broken Taldane to move into the solid stone lighthouse. It is notable that she does not do this to Wynnstan.
You open the gate in time to see a thing cavorting in the water about 60 feet away. As the sound of it's maddening gibberish starts to affect your mind you see it slip into a hole in the wall, it's hard to tell from this distance but it reminds you of the one in the antechamber, the one with the pool of blood.
"These things smart enough to lead people into traps? Because that's what this looks like to me."
"Your Taldane is coming along nicely," Zaine says.
He'll follow the reformed cannibal's advice, and move inside with Tulip before battening down the hatches.
He coughs, then glances around. "So, listen. You were right. About Sasha, I mean."
He steps out onto the beach, arms out, letting the sun dry him for a few long moments. Tulip comes out to greet him, and he pets the t-rex's head affectionately, leaning in close and murmuring a few words for the beast's hearing alone. Then he pats her on the flank and follows her up the sand.
When Sasha comes out of the water, he'll watch her, and just the sight of her nude form is enough to provoke a reaction in him. "Sorry," he says. "Don't think I'm ever going to get used to the sight of you. Don't think I want to."
Arcadia turns, giving him her full attention with a half smile on her lips.
"Finally talked about it, huh? That's good. Because if you didn't know how she felt after she all but shadowed you throughout that temple, I'm not sure I would have felt safe with you watching anyone else's backs." She teases.
Silence for a while. "I'm not sure how long we've been here. This might be the longest I have stayed in one place for years."
"...but if it is a trap, do we care?"
Faith does a head count as people come into the lighthouse. He swears if he realizes someone is missing.
Sasha falls to the rear as the group, securely latching the gate closed from the temple side. As you drag open the door to the cleansing pool you hear the maddening gibberish from the creature within and when the door is open, you see the creature like a pig in the sty, romping in the blood that its many mouths sucks down, flinging blood all around the once perfectly clean room. In a paroxysm of delight, the creature undulates out of the semi-emptied pool, the blood disappearing wherever the ponderous body passes.
The creature makes a disturbingly happy sound as it finally notices you in the doorway. All of the eyes turn in your direction and the mouths start a more insistent cacophony.
"Your Taldane is coming along nicely," Zaine says.
She grins widely at the compliment, her sharp teeth showing for a moment before she catches herself, pressing her lips together. She still smiles though, "Better when Faith use," she slows down, speaking the next with concentration, "Veil-day-s blessing. Then I have all words." She rubs her right foot against her left calf in what seems to be a nervous tic.
A shiver brought on by a bit of wind heralding the storm, a blush, "Clothes." She says, "Or..." She clears her throat, "Clothes." She grabs her blue shirt off of the branch, pulling it on where it just barely makes it to the top of her thighs. She looks around, mainly on the sailcloth.
Faith nods. "That's fair." He winks at Pakshee. "You can't reach one of the spots from where you are."
"If you lean in, I can whisper it into it your ear."
Faith takes the opportunity to stretch out as well. Primarily his arms. "Is there a trick to hiding the evidence? Or is it just going to take a lot of scrubbing and water?"
He looks at his hands, forearms. He pulls up his sleeves to see just how far up his arms the juice ran.
"That is what I imagined something called a gibbering mouther would look like," Faith mutters to Áine before it turns its gaze to the group.
Faith casts Shield of Faith on himself and advances on the mouther, attacking it directly with Charity.
Faith is ticking off people on his fingers. There should be twelve (Tulip is a people). Thirteen counting the baby dino.
Faith says to Pakshee, "چقدر بد است؟ آوردن بز؟ آوردن اژدها"
Áine growls at the creature and fires two arrows.
Zaine stands in the front hall. "Hey, where's free?" he asks Faith. "I'm going to bunk down with the dinosaurs."
Will save Zaine
Will save 1 round later for Ronin
Will save for Tulip
Initiative Zaine
Initiative Tulip
"Tulip, kill. Or... something. Or just have fun."
Zaine fires and reloads.
Tulip moves past Zaine, taking a bite of the vomit monster.
Zaine picks up his breeches. "What are you looking for?" he asks, sliding them on with a little bit of adjusting.
Faith has no corners to point to. He points to a space near / under the circular stairwell. "Dryest spot on the ground floor."
Faith sighs. "Sadly, when we get off the island, I don't think evil will come to me to be vanquished."
That said, after dabbing, she removes the black leather and uses the sandy soil to scrub at her stained hands.
Zaine stands in the front hall. "Hey, where's free?" he asks Faith. "I'm going to bunk down with the dinosaurs."Sasha taps Zaine's shoulder, giving him a makeshift bag made of cloth. "Your present for Faith." Before heading to the small anteroom to move the baby dinosaur into the large entry of the lighthouse.
Faith is ticking off people on his fingers. There should be twelve (Tulip is a people). Thirteen counting the baby dino.
Jask is in the top of the lighthouse. Gelik is slow to come in, and is soaked when he does (apparently the wind made the rain go sideways) and he eventually makes his way up to the top with Jask. Sasha seems ready to be a squishy human barrier between Tulip and the baby. Ishirou moves into what was the temple for the cannibals. You hear a mutter about "Creepy devil worship." Of the castaways, Aerys comes in last, also dripping. She steps back into the anteroom and shakes off the worst of the water. She looks around, looking a little lost as to where to go.
There is room for Tulip and the baby dino in the entrance room.
Faith says to Pakshee, "چقدر بد است؟ آوردن بز؟ آوردن اژدها"
Pakshee considers then quickly, "اژدها باید صحیح باشد، او دارای یک درخت درخت است. کوزه بز و بز ... بز کوهی خوب خواهد بود."
When Wynnstan comes striding in, Pakshee firmly puts Faith between her and the doppelganger of the former chief. Glaring daggers at the man, she says decidedly to Faith, "هر کس دیگری در اتاق ما خوب است. حتی بز ها اما نه او"
"That'll work," Zaine says to Faith, and sets about unrolling his bedroll in the dry spot. He pats Tulip's head. "Don't worry, girl. Just a bit of thunder. You'll be fine."
When Sasha reminds him, Zaine grins. "Less a gift to Faith and more a gift to everyone. Sasha and I collected oysters for dinner. Should be a nice treat while we batten down the hatches, as it were."
Faith scrubs his hands and arms as best he can with sand. "Hmmm," he says eventually. "No worse than working with compost. And a lot tastier when it accidentally gets in your mouth."
Faith is counting people off as they arrive at the lighthouse. To Aerys he says, "Storage room has a bed, Pakshee has offered space in her room, beacon room is at the top."
When Wynnstan comes in, Faith offers a wan smile. "As the lady says. There is space for you on the ground floor."
To Pakshee: "من کلوچه دارم آیا فضای تخت بسیار کم است؟"
"I have hammock. Is room on bed if space is tight?"
When Sasha reminds him, Zaine grins. "Less a gift to Faith and more a gift to everyone. Sasha and I collected oysters for dinner. Should be a nice treat while we batten down the hatches, as it were."
Faith starts to say something, then thinks better of it.
She bites her lips, green eyes determined, then smiles, "If I'm not wearing underwear, you can't take them off." She says this as if she is making a very strong argument.
To Aerys he says, "Storage room has a bed, Pakshee has offered space in her room, beacon room is at the top."
Aerys looks around, "I'm going to finish dripping out there, pointing to the anteroom, and I'll see what's open after."
When Wynnstan comes in, Faith offers a wan smile. "As the lady says. There is space for you on the ground floor."
The con man immediately starts for the room with a bed until he hears about the oysters, then he is all about being sociable - though he gives Pakshee a wide berth.
To Pakshee: "من کلوچه دارم آیا فضای تخت بسیار کم است؟"
"شما می خواهید من با شخص دیگری بخوابید در حالی که همه شما تنها در یک حمور هستید؟" Pakshe asks pointedly.