Upon seeing the kitsune badly injured Tesia rushes to his side, laying her hands on his wound a holy light emanates from her hands as she attempts to heal him.
Tesia moves trying to get herself between Hakim and the Kitsune
Tesia doesn't say much. When it comes to combat she is entirely focused on what is going on around her.
She smiles at the Kitsune and tries to be reassuring.
"J'espère que aidé un peu. Ne vous inquiétez pas, d'une façon ou l'autre, nous serons victorieux."
Turning her attention back to the crazy Tiefling, she readies herself for another attack.
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Fiona brandishes the knife and takes a step closer, engaging the tiefling's unguarded back. "Seri'sly, stop!" She considers going in to try to grapple or trip him, but he's too quick and skilled-- sadly, if he won't stop, she's just going to have to make him stop.
Another soft pen-stroke of the dagger blade. "Qui' it! Stop!"
... And where was Faulkes? She wondered where her 'hero' was now that there was blood on the line. Then again, it wasn't her blood-- yet-- but this tiefling no doubt could be persuaded.
Sensing an opportunity and noticing that Tesia had the kitsune covered, Ithelien seems to dance across the battlefield, such as it is, towards Èvelyne, continuing his chant with renewed vigor.
"Við sló með sverðum okkar!
Hvers vegna ætti kappi fela
áður röðum, þegar fara gegn
Stórhríð á spjót?
Sá sem syrgir andlát hans hefur
aldrei gefið kjöt oft
til arna í brún-leiknum.
Það er erfitt að hvetja á veikburða menn;
engin gunga tekur hugrekki
frá öruggan hjarta hans."
Why should a warrior cower
before the ranks, when braving
the blizzard of spearpoints?
He who mourns his demise has
never fed meat often
to eagles in the edge-game.
It’s hard to urge on weaklings;
no coward takes courage
from his craven heart.
His sapphire eyes twinkle as he steps slightly closer to her than strictly necessary, and he breaks off his song for a moment to mutter to her quietly.
He resumes his chant, hands shaping arcane signs of healing, each one glowing with a soft silver radiance that shines briefly above her wounds, before sinking into them and closing them, with a cool rush of energy that gives Évelyne a brief, almost pleasurable chill.
Finally, he steps back, eyes fixed on the tiefling "prince."
Tesia moves to heal the kitsune drawing another attack from Hakim.
; ;
The tiefling slices hard and fierce, further tearing the paladins dress and drawing copious amounts of blood.
H hp: 28 (4 non-lethal)
Fiona makes a quick attack, further damaging the tiefling, while Ithelien moves in to heal. She looks about for Faulkes when she hears him cry from nearby.
He is standing next to the aasimar, Quintz, and a large tattooed orc. Faulkes tosses a scimitar at the embattled druid.
Round 3: Èvelyne, Hakim, Verrill, Tesia, Fiona, Ithelien
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Meanwhile, Dewell looks across to the river. "Hmm, seems there's a scuffle down by the river. On the first day too, fancy that."
"Oh no, not that creep again," Évelyne thinks, but when she notices that the elf is healing her she decides to just ignore the creepiness and focus on the battle.
As both of her punches had missed their mark, she deduces that her Queen doesn't want her to punch the tiefling, however unlikely that sounds. So instead of punching again, she takes a step back and shouts:
"Crawl in the ground like the worm that you are!"
Hakim falls to the floor uncontrollably. "Witch! What have you done?"
Though he is on the ground, his bloodlust is still strong, so Hakim swipes at Verrill.
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H hp: 17 (4 non-lethal)
Verrill still bleed profusely, but raises the branch to bash the tiefling.
; plus
"Take that, you pompous fiend!" the kitsune shouts.
Round 3: Èvelyne, Hakim, Verrill, Tesia, Fiona, Ithelien
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Fiona catches the scimitar with her free hand, dropping the dress package on the ground. She stands over it protectively, sword and dagger in hand. "Thanks!"
Turning to the tiefling, he's on the ground! Nice! "Now just..." she begins, brandishing her scimitar, but the tiefling of course slashes at the fox-man again. With a growl of resignation, Fiona buries the scimitar into the tieflings's thigh.
Tesia stands her ground and heals herself while waiting for Hakim to stand up to attack him again.
H hp: 13 (4 non-lethal)
Fiona drives the scimitar into the tiefling's leg, who howls in pain. Tesia, meanwhile, heals some of her wounds and waits for Hakim to stand up.
Round 3: Èvelyne, Hakim, Verrill, Tesia, Fiona, Ithelien
Ithelien nods approvingly at Fiona and Évelyne's actions, as he carefully slips around the mess of the combat, continuing his chant.
"Við sló með sverðum okkar!
Ég segi það er rétt fyrir strákur
að þora að þjóta á óvini
eins og þeir bregða sverðum saman.
Látum Thane ekki skreppa frá Thane-
sem var langur vegur stríðsmaður;
darlings meyjar eiga að vera öruggan
í skellur á sverðum, alltaf."
I say it’s right for a lad
to dare to dash at foemen
as they draw swords together.
Let thane not shrink from thane—
that long was the warriors’ way;
maids’ darlings should be dauntless
in the din of swords, always.
Next to Tesia now, he repeats his actions from earlier, letting the silvery runes of healing flood into the half-elf with a small smile. Several wounds return to wholeness, and Ithelien steps back, completely willing to let the fighters fight. His eyes laugh at the tiefling, mocking the "prince's" inability to do them serious harm.
Tesia, becoming enraged by Hakim's actions gives him one last chance to give himself up. She shouts in a mighty voice full of anger and fueled by her beliefs.
"In the name of Erastil lay down your weapon and give yourself up! You are surrounded and the guards will be here soon. There is no way out of this for you and if you do not give yourself up....you will regret it."
She looks down at Hakim, disgust clearly written all over her face.
The guards push through the last of the crowd. They draw their swords and disperse the crowd.
"Awright! 'o started this mess?" the largest of the six guards bellows, his curled mustache seemingly acting of its own accord. "Back away! Back away!"
The guards separate you from Hakim. One of them hauls the tiefling to his feet, snatching his dagger from him. Another makes to grab the scimitar from Fiona before the tattooed orc and Faulkes step in.
"That's mine," the orc growls, frightening off the guard with a toothy grimace.
Quintz rushes to Tesia. "Are you okay? Oh my, you're bleeding horribly! Let's get you to a cleric!"
The orc approaches Quintz once he has his scimitar stored. "Dette lover ikke godt for forhandlingene."
Quintz looks at the orc seriously. "Jeg beklager, Korbak, kanskje en annen gang."
The head guard, feeling out of control, bellows again. "You're all comin' with me. The constable is going to have a field day with you."
The orc, irate already, approaches the head guard. "These people, except for that tiefling, are my guests of honor. They provided me with better entertainment than your silly shows and fireworks. You will let them go.
"Uh, erm...We can't have an incident like this go unpunished," the head guard foolishly counters.
"From what I saw, he pulled a knife and attacked that innocent creature. Also from what I saw, that knife is magical and so are those bracers beneath his robes," the orc notes. "How did he get those in here? Hmmm? Perhaps a few coins in your pocket?"
"Are you insinuating that I took a bribe? I am a man of the law!"
"I am and I can arrange for your position to be vacated," the orc sneers. "Your choice is which method you prefer."
The head guard shrinks away and calls for the rest of his men, taking the tiefling with them.
Quintz approaches the orc, Tesia leaning on his shoulder. "Det vil ikke hjelpe."
The orc sniffs in the air. "Jeg bryr meg ikke. Jeg har jobbet med nok urettferdighet allerede. Har dem alle komme og se meg i kveld."
The orc walks away and Verrill approaches Tesia. "It's my fault your dress was ruined."
He digs in his coin pouch and hands 30 gold pieces to Tesia. "Please take this as an apology."
The kitsune returns to Èvelyne. "Pardonnez-moi d'avoir gâché votre soirée."
Verrill then collapses on the grass.
Dienne and Maurenne approach Ithelien. Dienne hugs Ithelien's leg while Maurenne leans into the bard. "You live a life that is neither good for me nor Dienne. You are a beautiful man, but also dangerous. I must say good-bye, this time for good."
Maurenne draws out the two tickets for the tour and places them in Ithelien's hand. She kisses him gently on the cheek and walks away, Dienne in hand.
Faulkes picks up the dress package off the ground and dusts off some grass. "Here, Fiona. I'm sorry I wasn't of more help. Thank goodness Quintz knew that orc. So how are you, really? Can I do something for you?"
Ithelien nods, agreeing quietly with Maurenne. "Yes. I do. Be careful, though. I would really rather not see you again when I have to come rescue you from some drow's slaving operation..." He offers her a small smile, waving goodbye to Dienne, They leave you, you see? Smarter than the last one. At least sh- He shuts out the mocking commentary, focusing on the present. A pained smile briefly flickers across his face, but it is quickly replaced by a concerned quirk of the lips as he looks at the wreckage of the dress that Tesia was wearing before the battle started. He walks over to her, smiling at the aasimar and the half-elf. "I do so hate being the third wheel, but do you need any help, Tesia? I can heal you again, should you need it... There was an awful lot of blood, after all." The elf smiles, tilting his head.
"Ha Ha... Non, pas du tout..." Évelyne begins before noticing that Verrill has fallen to the ground. Hoping that no-one in a hearing distance knows how to speak the tongue of the Abyss, she kneels next to the downed fox-man and offers a brief prayer to Lamashtu.
"Oh Mother of Monsters, don't let this man perish; I'm far from done with him!"
Tesia, although looking a bit worse for wear pats Quintz's hand appreciatively before going to Verrill where he lays on the grass. She kneels down next to him and takes his hand, closing her hand over his she returns his gold.
"Thank you so much for the thought, but what happened here today was not your fault. If it had not been you, I'm sure he would have found someone else to prey on. That's what bullies do. It was my choice to intervene and I can not in good conscious take your money".
She looks around at the rest of those gathered near before speaking again.
"Thank you all for joining in like that. I'm sorry our evening had to end like this, but I couldn't just allow that to happen. I'm sorry I couldn't do more to stop it."
She looks back at Verrill and Évelyne before continuing.
"Take your money and use it to take your lovely lady out for a good dinner and whatever else she may wish to do..."
She looks back up to Quintz and reaches out an arm for him to grab onto.
"Would it be okay if I asked you for a hand in getting up? I'm not sure I can make it back up on my own, and I think I'll see about that cleric now if it's okay with you."
She smiles weakly at Quintz before he comes to assist her back to her feet.
Tesia looks gratefully at Ithelien and smiles while trying to hold her tattered dress together.
"You are a good man and a wonderful singer. I thank you for your kind offer, but I think I'll let Quintz here take me to the clerics. You did a really great thing though during this battle by keeping our companions from falling. I can't ever thank you enough. I can't think any of you enough. You have all emboldened my faith in the goodness of others again.
Évelyne grimaces when she hears about Tesia's faith in goodness being emboldened. That wasn't what she had intended!
Ithelien smiles, nodding. "I'm glad. You're rather braver than I, attacking a man with a knife, when you do not have a weapon yourself." And with that, he turns to move over to Évelyne and the mysterious kitsune. Another rejection, hm. Another- He ignores the words and the pain that comes with them. Or at least refusing to show it to anyone.
"Excuse me." He arches a silver brow at Évenlyne, then begins chanting again, letting his healing magics flood into the kitsune.
As he works, he speaks softly to the priestess. "I apologize for doing this, but I am not going to simply not help a wounded man when I can do otherwise. I know you are not terribly fond of me, though I admit, I am utterly bemused as to why," this with a small, self-mocking grin, "but I am going to help get him up on his feet. Other than that, I'll let you two go on your merry way." He offers her a genuine smile, then gets up to leave.
Verrill looks up at the paladin after Èvelyne heals him. "As you wish, good lady."
He picks himself up and dusts his bloody breeches. He looks to the sky and his form changes to that of a brown-haired human. He grimaces at his torn shirt.
"Yet another place where I can't be myself," the kitsune says, tying his long brown hair into something manageable. "J'espère que vous ne me dérange pas le changement."
Quintz helps Tesia up. "Perhaps I should see about getting you fixed up and into some clothes that reveal a little less before the tour. Hopefully, the curator will wait for us. Oh, and all of you, Korbak wishes to meet with you at The Bald Bard's Inn and Tavern later tonight."
Quintz and Tesia head towards the gate where the first aid station is.
Tesia looks at Quintz as they head towards the gate.
"Who was that Orc I saw you with? His name is Korbak? How do you know him? I'm also worried about those guards with that despicable Hakim. How can we be sure they won't just let him go?"
Her face seems clouded by worry.
Ithelien wanders around, generally flirting and meeting all sorts of interesting people.
As Ithelien wanders off to find some companionship, he is jostled by a few members of the parting crowd. One hard bump and a mumbled apology from a cloaked stranger later, Ithelien finds several women sitting outside a café. They instantly recognize him as the singer over by the river and the brave bard in the fight. The enamored group consists of a female half-elf, a female human and a female gnome.
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Quintz escorts Tesia into the clinic and pays the nurse standing there for healing. As she sits and receives healing, the aasimar looks at the sorry tatters of the dress. "Korbak is leader of 9 tribes in the Orc Territory bordering Garhazan. While this was meant to be my vacation, I took it upon myself to finish up this one negotiation between Korbak and Hakim. It's my fault he showed up, but not my fault that he started being an ass.
Hakim is to succeed the Pharaoh of Garhazan, who is on his deathbed. So, I thought I could bring the two to some neutral ground and hammer out a truce. Korbak is reasonable and educated, but Hakim's actions may have destroyed that chance for peace. Hakim will probably flaunt his diplomatic immunity and get away. I will try and arrange for him to leave tomorrow, if he does."
He stands up from the bed. "Give me a few minutes, I'll be right back."
He walks out the door and returns several minutes later with the gnome tailoress, Nadine. Nadine tsks and takes the garment, wrapping it around Tesia. After a flurry of needles and thread, the dress is repaired. Quintz hands her the requisite gold.
"Make sure you don't ruin it again," Nadine tells Tesia with a smile.
"Well, now that that's solved, how about we head for that tour?" Quintz asks.
Ithelien smiles at the trio, tilting his head as he examines them with brilliant sapphire eyes. "Greetings, my ladies. How are you all doing on this fine evening?" He sweeps an elegant bow, letting his ears drop marginally from their upright position as he does so. "I... must admit, though, that it was almost unexpected, being involved in a fight on the very first night of the festival. Do any of you know if that's regular?" He pauses. "Ah, but where are my manners? I am Ithelien Nacia, at your service." He winks at them all, then asks, one ear twitching. "May I know your names?"
The ladies twitter and inform Ithelien that this is their first time in Strotfeld, but it's an exciting time already. The half-elf introduces herself as Claire, the human is called Florence and the gnome's name is Morwenna.
"So what are you here for?" Morwenna asks, her bright blue hair neatly tucked behind her ears.
Tesia makes a face at the mention of Hakim getting away with his actions.
"I'm not sure what could possibly be done about Hakim, but I can't believe that a complete tyrant like that could become the leader of an entire country. It makes me sick. He's nothing but a coward and a bully. I am truly sorry about your negotiations, but maybe it's better for Korbak to see now exactly what kind of "person" Hakim truly is."
She looks up at Quintz and nods at his request to leave briefly.
Upon his return with the tailor she looks surprised and gladly allows her to repair the dress. Smoothing it down around her she looks at Nadine.
Thank you so much. I promise I'll be more careful with it this time. If I had known I was going to be in a scuffle I would have just worn my armor."
She looks back at Quintz as Nadine leaves.
"I'm ready to go whenever you are."
Tesia holds out her hand for Quintz and gives him a dazzling smile.
"Hmm...
From the sounds of things, your constables seem to have matters in hand." Vinccenso replies. Muttering a quick incantation he traces a lazy sinuous line in the air & a trail of faintly incandescent dust follows, winking out between one breath & the next. "I've found they get upset when I impose my presence in such circumstances uninvited."
Dewell laughs. "Perhaps I ought to take you drinking with me, if you're up to it. You're a sharp fellow."
He looks up as Quintz and Tesia finally arrive in front of Quiverpike's home. "Ah, some more of our esteemed guests! I hope you weren't involved in that scuffle by the river. It's dreadful when people come around acting as if the owned the town."
Tesia lifts an eyebrow as she regards Dewell closely.
"As a matter of fact, yes we were. If we hadn't gotten involved its very likely that someone would have been killed by a crazy tiefling brandishing a magical dagger. We never intended to be in a scuffle, but I won't stand by and allow someone to just be attacked like that. At least I was close by where I and some of our other esteemed guests were able to intervene before anyone was seriously injured."
Finished with her rant Tesia looks at Vinccenso.
"And how has your evening been going so far? Sorry we kept you both waiting so long. The others should be here shortly. I'm sure they just wanted to get the blood cleaned off of themselves a little first. So, what have you two been talking about?"
While there is no anger in her words, she seems a little out of sorts as if the fight affected her a little more than she's letting on. She sits somewhere nearby with a sigh.
Dewell adjusts his glasses. "I didn't mean anything about you, dear lady. I see you are champion of good."
He points at Tesia's holy symbol. "But there are some who just can't control themselves. Perhaps it was good you interfered. Guards are good for nothing sometimes and you can hardly find the paladins when you need 'em."
Vinccenso rises as Tesia & Quintz approach, smiling bemusedly & encouragingly as the slightly overdressed priestess of Erastil relays the events of the altercation. Finally, he responds. "Oh...
This & that, old friends, community standards, commerce, life lessons learned."
"Nothing so interesting as your tale, I'm sure."
Tesia looks up at him. She sighs again and shakes her head as if trying to clear it of some unwanted memory.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to go off like that. I guess it's just the leftover adrenaline from the fight. I noticed how long it took for just the guards to show up. Where are the cities Paladin's? Why weren't they paying closer attention to what was going on? With such a large crowd there you would think they would be all over the place. I know I'm not a Paladin from this city, but I am a Paladin who will be keeping a closer eye on things around here from now on. At least while I'm here."
She looks up at Quintz, her eyes shining in the moonlight.
"Perhaps where you come from, Paladins are so common as to be found at every street corner, mademoiselle, but most places I have been, I've found them to be rather fewer & father afield." Vinccenso's smile, though mildly acerbic, lacks venom. Turning to Quintz. "You seemed somewhat in the proximity to the only Teifling I noted this afternoon. Was it the Hellion? Are you acquainted with him?"
Ithelien grins at Morwenna's question. "I am here for a great many reasons, but mostly to experience the sights, sounds and tastes of this fine festival." His voice is entirely too innocent as he speaks, and the small grin that plays around his mouth is anything but. "I am also here to honor the memory of the man whose plays influenced even my somewhat isolationist people." His eyes go to Claire and Florence. "Not too isolationist, obviously." He winks.
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"Nah," she says, passing the scimitar back to the orc. To him, she grins and says "Honestly an' truthfully, thanks fer the arms."
Back to Faulkes, she shrugs. "S'all right, but ah was hopin' ye'd leap in with me, fists o' fury an' summat. Ah dinnae get injured, but ah think I have some blood on me."
With a grimace, she dabs some devil blood from her forearm. A look of surprise takes her face. "Ah, b&+!&$~s. We need to get to the Quiverpaik house, don't we Faukes? I dinnae think I have time t'change now-- eh, fair enough, somethin' to show off t'ya later. Better than carryin' me armor an' such about!"
She stores her dagger back on the small of her back and locks an arm with Faulkes, quickly making their way to the Quiverpike home in all due speed.
Tesia cocks an eyebrow at Vinccenso's remark.
"Excuse me? Of course I'm not suggesting that they have one everywhere, that would be impossible, however in large crowded areas and at certain events they should at least have one or so close by to keep things like this getting out of control. We are just lucky that it didn't turn into a full scale riot. However, what can you do? Even we Paladin's can't be everywhere at once. Oh well, telle est la vie."
She starts looking around for lack of anything better to do.
"Where is everyone anyways?"
Eyebrows rising at the half-elf's rejoinder, Vinccenso replies. "Well,
You, Dewell, You..." Indicating Quintz by eye contact, "and I are ."
"Others are doubtless still near the 'riot'..." Vinccenso's smile becomes an outright smirk at the idea that a simple knife-fight might escalate into a riot, even at a festival. "I'm certain still more are on their way to the performances. This does not even begin to address the teeming numbers of individuals not present in this town but rather elsewhere about the world." The smirk recedes as he takes a somewhat less insouciant tone. "Perhaps you might be a bit more specific as to whom you refer when you say 'everyone'."
Tesia slaps her hand to her forehead in frustration, while trying not to laugh at the same time.
"Never mind, my but you are quite the wise guy aren't you?"
"Moi?" Vinccenso holds his hand to his breast in mock amazement, incidentally taking advantage of the touch to change the garment's color to a dark, blood-like red. "Not to hear my former master call it...
Oh!" He continues sweetly. "You meant thaaat kind of 'wise guy'."
"In that case, you & he would be in complete concord of opinion."
Tesia can't stop herself now and breaks out in raucous laughter.
"Oh mon Dieu, vous êtes incorrigible. Ce coquin que vous êtes. Vous devez arrêter cela avant que je perds mon souffle."
She holds a hand up trying to catch her breath.
Dewell is perplexed by the exchange between Tesia and Vinccenso. He finally clears his throat. "The paladins are hired to take care of other things around Strotfeld. The paladins of Abadar protect the Merchant's Row, those of Shelyn protect the matchmakers and seers. You wouldn't believe how many people get upset that they weren't matched with that handsome elf or that busty human...even more so when a seer can lay one's secrets bare. What did they honestly think would happen?"
Quintz turns to face Vinccenso. "Indeed, the tiefling came because I asked him to. And, yes, he did start the fight down by the river. However, I would hope that you do not judge me for his actions."
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Faulkes turns to Fiona as they head to Quiverpike's house, looking apologetic. "I don't quite know what to say...If I had jumped into the fight and said something silly about 'fighting for your honor', would that have improved your opinion of me?"
The druid and her companion arrive as Vinccenso and Tesia are having their lively debate.
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Verrill looks at Èvelyne. "Irons-nous à la tournée? Ou voulez-vous faire autre chose?"
***
Claire and Florence smile at Ithelien's flirting. Morwenna adjusts herself in her seat in the meantime.
"So, Ithelien, don't you have a ticket for that tour?" the gnome asks. "It should be starting shortly, should it not?"
Ithelien nods slowly, a grin forming on his face. "I do indeed... In fact, I have two spares." A slightly overacted sigh escapes him. "Oh! I apologize... That was rude of me. I am sure you all wish to go, and I only have two tickets left. Of course, if the three of you lovely ladies would prefer to go, I would most certainly bow out and give each of you a ticket." The elf pauses, smiling mischievously at them. "I have recently been left without a partner for our tour, you see... I would much rather go together with someone, or not at all." He winks at them. "Whatever you decide, I shall of course abide by."
Lips compressed in obvious effort to prevent yet another 'witty' comment, Vinccenso nods acquiescence. Turning once more to Quintz. "I should apologize I suppose. I've allowed an opportunity to tease a Paladin overwhelm what few manners I posses. Please, I've made enough lapses of my own judgments in companions, acquaintances,drinking buddies..." His voice trails off at the last.
Focusing on Dewell's comments regarding Strotfeld's Paladin's, Vinccenso retorts. "Really?! How very...
Mercantile, I suppose I don't find that surprising in a Paladin of Abadar, but I would have thought followers of the Rose a bit less...
Well, I suppose if they are keeping an eye out for those who aid in love's bloom it makes a kind of sense."
"It make sense to the Baron," Dewell remarks. "I s'pose that's what counts."
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Claire, Morwenna and Florence discuss among themselves before the gnome replies to Ithelien. "Claire and Florence would like to join you. I am perhaps a bit of an odd choice for companionship for one such as yourself. "
At last getting her laughter under control, Tesia wipes the tears that have been running down her face from the uncontrollable fits that over came her at Vinccdenso's "teasing". She finally gets a grip on herself and addresses Dewell.
"Oh my, I'm sorry for that. That man sure has a way with words though. Its good, I really needed the laugh after all of that. I'm sorry I got so upset before, I was just frustrated. I can see how they would need the extra security for the people who perform those services.
She then turns back to Quintz.
"Don't fret Quintz dear. I'm sure he knows better than to blame you for someone else's actions. And as he said, we've all made questionable choices in the past."
At this she becomes a little more somber and looks down.
Ithelien nods, smiling apologetically at the gnome. "If you're certain..." He trails off, then sighs quietly. Of course he would go to the manor. No doubt something would happen there that would require his abilities, and those of the others who had been selected. After a moment, he grins, continuing. "I would be delighted to go with the two of them." A faint voice in his heart mutters objections at the betrayal, but he represses it with a bright grin. Offering a gentlemanly arm to both of them, he leads the pair over to the manor.
Ithelien appears before the gathered with a lovely human and a half-elf on each arm. Dewell raises his eyebrows. "I thought you were a family man..."