There is a blank look on Dario's face when Cev mentions just using magic to clean the place up, blinking a few times as he processes it.
"There is magic that will just let you...clean things? With a word and a wave of the arms?" Dario asks incredulously before shaking his head. "Would've made cleaning the forges a lot easier."
Cevendyl smiles and laughs with the gunslinger
"Here, let me show you ...
Cev makes a very very brief prayer as he casts Prestidigitation ... and cleans himself from head to toe, adding a little shine to his hair and a slight scent of lillac
"There are lillacs in Kyonin that can be smelled for miles outside of Greengold, that's why I chose this fragrence. It is hard not to want to give my goddess credit for all magic, but minor magics truly a blessing."
"I am having second thoughts on this pet situation. My question is - If - and it's a big IF - we take these creatures with us, assuming the mother does not show up while we are here. And then she comes back, and smells human, the first thing she will likely do if run down to Breachill and kill whoever crosses her path. I mean probably. Do you want to have that on your hands?", Yasamina expresses her concerns.
"I'm not a mother, but if I were, and my children disappeared, I would search high and low to find whoever did that, and I would not be nice."
She looks at the pups. "Additionally, nobody bothered to ask these pups whether they are okay with it. But I doubt they are."
"Those are all good points. I am not inclined to steal children from their mother, even if she is evil. Perhaps even especially because she is evil, as I do not want innocents to be caught up in the mother's wrath and suffer. We should leave the pups as they are."
"It seems that the decision is dependent on the current state of the mother. But since we don't know that current state, we may have to make a possibly incorrect decision."
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Sulee watches Cevendyll casting Prestidigitation. "Caiten, I keep telling you that you really need to learn that spell."
Rocco and Shadow listen attentively as Lisi speaks. Rocco spins in a little circle a few times, suddenly caught up in a burst of zoomies. "Rocco is good kids!" she declares loudly and proudly.
Shadow, having shown herself to be the more thoughtful of the two sisters, takes in the information and meets Lisi's gaze unflinchingly. She bares her teeth, clearly attempting to "smile". Deciding it feels unnatural, she instead lets her mouth hang agape, tongue lolling out to one side, in a much more puppy style smile. "Walk with you. Safe!" They seem oblivious to the debate over the morality of taking them, but seem happy enough with their new friends, the "nice prey," and have both seemed much more nervous when speaking of their Mamma.
Joran peers into the room with the broken door. It has the look of a waiting room. Lots of seats, mostly broken. Once-plush curtains are hanging in tatters on the walls, and scuffs in a few places reveal where portraits once hung. Trash and rotted food lie in heaps on the floor, growing mold and attracting insects. There seems to be little of note in here.
Caiten, being thorough, casts Detect Magic in both the clerk/latrine room and the waiting room.
Afterwards he turns to Joran. "Well, we have reduced the number of doors from fifty down to two. Three if we consider backtracking to the southern wing of the citadel. But since we are already here, that seems like a less optimal choice. I will assist you in checking this door behind Rocco's and Shadow's bedding for danger."
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While all that is rather dry, even for you, there is a handwritten personalized dedication at the front that reads, "To Lictor Acillmar, with thanks for your interest in my work. Together we shall quell savagery. -- Hellknight T. Stagram, Esq." You file the names away as possible persons of note from before the citadel was abandoned.
Caiten flips through the book and files away the names without comment. Then noting that it is a law book, takes it to Lisitsei for his opinion on it. "Lisitsei, I found an old law book if you are interested in it. Though you may want to use a cleaning spell on it."
"Won't you miss your mother?", Yasamina asks the pups. "She will be sad, if she comes back and you are not here."
The pups look up at Yasami, tails wagging. "What sad?" Shadow asked. "Momma says 'Eat sister and prove strongest, or I'll eat both!'" Rocco declares. She pounces on Shadow and they playfully scuffle for a moment before coming to a draw, both seeming unconcerned about their mother's words.
I'm not sure if that is an idle threat or not. "Well, with that said, I think it is time to go."
Caiten scans the door intently, his circuitry glowing so brightly that the area nearby is bathed in a blue glow.
Caiten casts Shield, and opens the door.
"Methinks...they're close to hunting on their own, Yasami," says Lisi.
He rubs his chin. "I'm not a champion, to redeem evil. We shall see what happens, and so will they."
He ends his reverie to cough and wince a bit.
"Interesting. I'll have a look."
Lisitsei takes a moment to clean the book with Prestidigitation, and then starts to flip through the tome.
He nearly drops the book, however. "Ah...maybe after I have rested. My eyes are still a bit swollen from the pox."
Despite perking up a bit about the wargs, Lisi looks like he could sleep for a week in sun orchid lotion and still come out a little peaked.
Yasamina stands up, and claps her hands. "Right. You're coming with us, then. We'll have some fun, yes?"
She looks at the group again. "We sleep here? Who's taking first watch?"
"I completely fail to understand how anyone could treat their own offspring in such a callous manner. If you don't want your offspring, don't procreate in the first place."
"And I no longer want to sleep in this location. It is too exposed, and has an antagonist that knows about it and has plans to return."
"Wait 'til I tell you about fish eggs, Caiten," says Lisi with a tired smile.
"Indeed. I am aware of several unintelligent animals that abandon or destroy their offspring. Usually out of necessity or lack of understanding, though there may be exceptions. I have only observed deliberate, malicious cruelty from intelligent species though."
"And I no longer want to sleep in this location. It is too exposed, and has an antagonist that knows about it and has plans to return."
"Was there a place that you are thinking would be a good place to rest?"
"Actually, I am not aware of a good place to rest for the night in this citadel. Currently the best room that I am aware of is that small round room in the hallway with the collapsed interior wall. But it would be a bit cramped with all of us in it. If we wanted to, we could go back to Breachill for the night. Warbal was confident that the goblins would be able to take care of themselves for at least the one night. Joran is wanting to finish this tonight though, and I can't fault him for that."
"My concern with returning to Breachill would be what Yasami brought up. If the mother of these pups catches our scent and follows us there, the townsfolk would be put at risk. It may be safer to simply put up with the cramping and sleep here."
The door appears safe, and Caiten pushes through.
Although many of the circular tables and heavy wooden writing desks in this room are tipped over or otherwise ransacked, the bookshelves against the wall and the nature of furniture suggest this was once a room where significant legal research took place. There is no sign of anything alive.
"Whoever and whatever we are looking for is here, not in Breachill," says Lisi. He certainly looks like he's looking forward to sleep.
"Oren's got a point about the pups. But as far as resting though, I'm not resting until I find the guy who tried to burn down my town. No chance am I going to let him get away while I sleep. Besides, it's still somewhat early-ish," he says, glancing toward one of the holes and noticing the marginal daylight. "Heck, we got plenty of time. Let's keep moving. The more we yak, the more we slack," he tells them matter-of-factly, giving a wink.
Joran steps into the room and notices nothing spectacular. "Well this is boring." He then moves over to the bookshelf to check it out anyway, letting his curiosity get the better of him.
Seeing ABSOLUTELY nothing of interest, "Welp, looks like I was right. Bor-ing." He then makes his way near the two doors. "Gonna need the light, poppet buddy, if you would please!" he calls out. Looking from one door to the next and back again, Joran finally decides on which door. "Okay, I'm going to open both of them. Then we can decide which way we want to go. Fire in the hole!" he warns, opening the door to the north and peering inside. Barring getting blown up and nothing jumping out at him, he will then move to the western door and open it as well.
"Oren's got a point about the pups. But as far as resting though, I'm not resting until I find the guy who tried to burn down my town. No chance am I going to let him get away while I sleep. Besides, it's still somewhat early-ish," he says, glancing toward one of the holes and noticing the marginal daylight. "Heck, we got plenty of time. Let's keep moving. The more we yak, the more we slack," he tells them matter-of-factly, giving a wink.
Joran steps into the room and notices nothing spectacular. "Well this is boring." He then moves over to the bookshelf to check it out anyway, letting his curiosity get the better of him.
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Seeing ABSOLUTELY nothing of interest, "Welp, looks like I was right. Bor-ing." He then makes his way near the two doors. "Gonna need the light, poppet buddy, if you would please!" he calls out. Looking from one door to the next and back again, Joran finally decides on which door. "Okay, I'm going to open both of them. Then we can decide which way we want to go. Fire in the hole!" he warns, opening the door to the north and peering inside. Barring getting blown up and nothing jumping out at him, he will then move to the western door and open it as well.
"Okay ... someone dispel the glamour, we have got to end this joke ... 'cause I keep looking ... and looking ... and looking ... and I just keep seeing 2 little warg puppies who were born in the same litter to, by all accounts, only ONE mother warg ... so someone show me the Storm Giant children whose parents are going to raise Breachill when they come looking for them. Seriously though. I'm not seeing it. Sorry Yas, sorry Oren ... I adore you guys; but unless you've been replaced by dopplegangers, you're the same people who were are the gate with all of us. YOU KICK ASS. We could all go back to Breachill, with Lisi, with the puppies, with the Breachill Town Council, with the Breachill Militia. Seriously, whatever the magic is, PLEASE, dispel it. I want to see this with you. Because right now, all I see is possibly ONE WARG MOTHER who doesn't even like her little girls! She told them to eat each other! She isn't a lioness, she isn't a cheetah, he isn't even a bugbear. SHE'S ONE LAZY WARG who left her puppies starving so they would attack each other. She isn't even the turtle soup creature. Should I be praying? Should I pray to The Wise to send this awful creature back here so that we can dispatch it?"
"At some point it may be beneficial for us spellcasters to rest and recharge our more powerful spells. But for now, I am willing to continue on with you."
Caiten walks into the room behind Joran. Hoping to find more scrolls or spellbooks, he casts Detect Magic on the area around the bookshelves.
"Sulee, continue helping Joran with the light, and anyone else who looks like they need it."
"Okay ... someone dispel the glamour, we have got to end this joke ... 'cause I keep looking ... and looking ... and looking ... and I just keep seeing 2 little warg puppies who were born in the same litter to, by all accounts, only ONE mother warg ... so someone show me the Storm Giant children whose parents are going to raise Breachill when they come looking for them. Seriously though. I'm not seeing it. Sorry Yas, sorry Oren ... I adore you guys; but unless you've been replaced by dopplegangers, you're the same people who were are the gate with all of us. YOU KICK ASS. We could all go back to Breachill, with Lisi, with the puppies, with the Breachill Town Council, with the Breachill Militia. Seriously, whatever the magic is, PLEASE, dispel it. I want to see this with you. Because right now, all I see is possibly ONE WARG MOTHER who doesn't even like her little girls! She told them to eat each other! She isn't a lioness, she isn't a cheetah, he isn't even a bugbear. SHE'S ONE LAZY WARG who left her puppies starving so they would attack each other. She isn't even the turtle soup creature. Should I be praying? Should I pray to The Wise to send this awful creature back here so that we can dispatch it?"
"It ain't your town that she's could be coming to." Dario says to Cev as he passes him by with a shrug. "I can understand the worry. I don't doubt we can put the beast down, just not sure if we'll be able to do it before someone gets hurt." Looking at the group of locals, he'll give a faint smile. "Buy me a bunch of coffee and I'll stay up late about town, give a walk-around and make sure nothing happens. Fair?" He catches up just as Joran is again going through the door, wincing as he lifts up his hand.
"Big fella, please let me just look the doors over once in case something bad is there. You're real handsome, it'd be a shame if that face melted off, you know?"
"Okay ... someone dispel the glamour, we have got to end this joke ... 'cause I keep looking ... and looking ... and looking ... and I just keep seeing 2 little warg puppies who were born in the same litter to, by all accounts, only ONE mother warg ... so someone show me the Storm Giant children whose parents are going to raise Breachill when they come looking for them. Seriously though. I'm not seeing it. Sorry Yas, sorry Oren ... I adore you guys; but unless you've been replaced by dopplegangers, you're the same people who were are the gate with all of us. YOU KICK ASS. We could all go back to Breachill, with Lisi, with the puppies, with the Breachill Town Council, with the Breachill Militia. Seriously, whatever the magic is, PLEASE, dispel it. I want to see this with you. Because right now, all I see is possibly ONE WARG MOTHER who doesn't even like her little girls! She told them to eat each other! She isn't a lioness, she isn't a cheetah, he isn't even a bugbear. SHE'S ONE LAZY WARG who left her puppies starving so they would attack each other. She isn't even the turtle soup creature. Should I be praying? Should I pray to The Wise to send this awful creature back here so that we can dispatch it?""It ain't your town that she's could be coming to." Dario says to Cev as he passes him by with a shrug. "I can understand the worry. I don't doubt we can put the beast down, just not sure if we'll be able to do it before someone gets hurt." Looking at the group of locals, he'll give a faint smile. "Buy me a bunch of coffee and I'll stay up late about town, give a walk-around and make sure nothing happens. Fair?" He catches up just as Joran is again going through the door, wincing as he lifts up his hand.
"Big fella, please let me just look the doors over once in case something bad is there. You're real handsome, it'd be a shame if that face melted off, you know?"
"You aren't wrong Dario ... but that could happen tonight while we have potions and I have healing left, or it could happen in the morning when we still have the potions and a lot more divine healing and Lisi at 100% ... or it could not happen at all and we could be back here in less than 10 hours. I want what is best for everyone, humanoid & warg & Breacher alike. I am also happy to stop for a minute and discuss it with everyone."
"Oh, you're talking about camping out. I don't know much about you spellcasters...hell, I don't know anything honestly. I was just mentioning why their concerns felt valid is all."[b]" Dario says, scratching at his chin for just a moment. [b]"I guess if ya'll are tired or what have you, I'm fine with resting somewhere nearby or in a fortified room. Seems like much of the furniture has survived."
Dario sees Joran moving toward the north door hurries to intervene, urging the big guy to pause just for a moment. Dario eyes the door frame...
... and notes strange markings asking the bottom of the door. Peering more closely, they appear to be a series of parallel gouges. Claw marks? Dario puts an ear to the door for a moment and can hear something alive on the other side shifting about and squeaking in a keenly rodent-like manner.
No traps... Unless you count really big rats.
"Sounds like there is something on the other side. Look at the claw marks there. Maybe some really big rats or something? They sound like rats." Dario mutters to Joran after getting a chance to inspect the door. While the others decide whether they want to rest before night truly falls and if they do, where, Dario looks at the other door for anything suspicious or out of place.
Cev looks thoughtful for a minute ... and turns to Rocco & Shadow
"Girls, do you know what is on the other side of this door? Can you hear them or smell them? We know you are both fierce hunters, so I thought I would ask for your help. If there's Bad Prey in there, we should hunt it ... as a family."
Cev turns to Joran, and takes a deep breath
"Speaking of family, new friend, families, at least where I am from, families stick together and usually help keep each other alive. I don't just want to rescue the girls, I want to rescue EVERYONE, especially you. It's a big world outside of Breachill, and I want you to live to see it. Heck, I want to march you in to Kyonin by my side. But I am just a neophyte in the halls of my goddess, there's only so much I can do. If we're going to protect each other, and protect the girls, AND protect your hometown, some of us need a break."
Cev looks thoughtful again for a sec ...
"and if there's no benefit to going to town, then we don't go to town, but if there is, let's do it. I will pledge all of my current coin to the party if it will help us, but we NEED to be at our strongest to move forward. We're not that far off from finding the Bumblebashers, and we will need all our strength for that. What say you? What say you all?"
"You aren't wrong Dario ... but that could...
"Big fella, please let me just look the doors over once in case something bad is there. You're real handsome, it'd be a shame if that face melted off, you know?"Not wrong about the handsome face either ... Dario just does NOT miss much
Oren has something of a difficult time keeping track while Cevendyll is speaking. He gives Yasami a side-eye that says Do you get what the hell he's going on about?
Regardless, it seems like Dario got the gist of what Cevendyll was saying, which makes things easier on Oren. "Like Dario said. Can we kill the beast? Certainly. The question is whether we could kill the beast before it takes the lives of innocents, which is something I do not want to risk. Like Dario, I know virtually nothing about casters, but if you need rest to regain your spells and Lisitsei needs rest in order to recover from what ails him, I don't think that the Bumblebrashers would die if we barricaded ourselves in a room and rested for the night."
He finishes talking right as Joran is stopped from bursting through another door. "Yes, perhaps it would not be terrible to have a second pair of eyes take a look before you move through a door."
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Yasamina moves to Joren to back him up in case of trouble.
When things calm down, she looks around the library / study / whatever you want to call this room.
"Lots of space, two doors, if you guys need to rest a bit, we can do it here - keeping watch two people at a time, stationed near the closed doors, in case something wants to get inside. And the rest can chill on the floor here. Or on the tables, I won't judge. Hell, we even have these HUGE bookshelves to barge the entrances."
She pauses, and looks at the pups. "If the wolfmother comes in, she will smell her young here, and we can -",and clears her throat, "take care of that situation."
"If it's the mess that is the issue, we can clean it up. With some effort, good old shovels and sweeping, and perhaps a little aid from our magically adept friends to take care of the smell."
With the talk of getting ready to settle down for the night becoming more prominent, Dario finds a relatively uncluttered corner to open up his backpack and unfurl a well-worn, well-loved, bedroll. Setting up the little things he can with an experienced quickness, he looks to the others.
"We won't make this into a new, competitive inn with the town but we can make it habitable. Keep the door we came through open so a lighting a fire won't smoke us out, barricade the ones we haven't gone through yet." While a fire would normally point them out to the enemy, Dario thought the risk was better than fighting in a room in the dark. Magic was handy but not if you were on watch and someone was slitting your throat. Add in the fact that the pistol had surely announced their arrival and it seemed like it'd be worth dealing with.
"I can see the value of both options: continuing to press on through the evening, and resting so that Lisi can hopefully recover and we can regain spell power. So I have no opposition to either course of action."
"Does anyone by chance have a good quality silver bell? I found a scroll of Alarm that would help us with keeping watch, but according to the instructions on it, it requires a bell as a focus. I don't happen to have one. As for a fire, Dario, are you wanting that for heat? Between Cevendyll and I we can keep magical light going for as long as needed, but it won't provide any heat."
Dario thinks for a few moments, before giving a shrug. "If the light lasts even if you're asleep, that's great. Warmed rations taste a bit better than cold ones and it keeps the chill out of the air some, especially since it feels like its getting colder up here."
"I can see the value of both options: continuing to press on through the evening, and resting so that Lisi can hopefully recover and we can regain spell power. So I have no opposition to either course of action."
"Does anyone by chance have a good quality silver bell? I found a scroll of Alarm that would help us with keeping watch, but according to the instructions on it, it requires a bell as a focus. I don't happen to have one. As for a fire, Dario, are you wanting that for heat? Between Cevendyll and I we can keep magical light going for as long as needed, but it won't provide any heat."
Cevendyl gets a look ... he's thinking again
He opens his holy symbol and smiles as he prays to Yuelral
"K10, can we look at the scroll again together? I feel like that spell can be configured NOT to have an auditory component, in which case it wouldn't need that focus item. As long as it was cast with a willing recipient of the mental warning, it could be VERY handy."
Caiten pulls out and hands over both scrolls. "You can certainly take a look."
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Dario looks at the other door for anything suspicious or out of place.
Dario takes his time inspecting the western door. It has a latch, but is unlocked. It sounds quiet on the other side.
"Girls, do you know what is on the other side of this door? Can you hear them or smell them? We know you are both fierce hunters, so I thought I would ask for your help. If there's Bad Prey in there, we should hunt it ... as a family."
Shadow and Rocco started sniffing around as soon as you entered the current room, seemingly unfamiliar with it. Rocco sprays one corner to mark it as her territory. At Cev's request, Shadow starts sniffing at the north door excitedly, digging a paw underneath. Disturbingly, a large ratlike foot pokes back from the other side, feeling around and putting a fresh set of scratches on the bottom of the door. Shadow, thinking it a fun game, attacks the foot and scores a bite. A loud, unhappy squeak sounds through the door and the foot disappears. Shadow looks proud of herself.
Rocco makes it over to the western door and sniffs, then sneezes. "Smells weird."
Cev looks at the scroll but the details of the spell elude him, just on the edge of his understanding.
"Rats. Lovely." Yasamina sighs, puts down her backpack. She pulls out her bedroll, and then something else. The item start ringing with a metallic sound as she pulls out a belt of chimes. "These are brass, I believe. Will that help?"
She shakes them again - just a bit - and offers the belt to to Caiten.
"What if the rats enter the place? They are resourceful little buggers. I'm honestly surprised they did not claw their way through this door at this point. Or found other means of entry."
"Rats. Lovely." Yasamina sighs, puts down her backpack. She pulls out her bedroll, and then something else. The item start ringing with a metallic sound as she pulls out a belt of chimes. "These are brass, I believe. Will that help?"
She shakes them again - just a bit - and offers the belt to to Caiten.
"What if the rats enter the place? They are resourceful little buggers. I'm honestly surprised they did not claw their way through this door at this point. Or found other means of entry."
Cevendyl smiles and turns back to Rocco & Shadow
"Little hunters, I have another question. The Dirty Prey on the other side of this door seem to always be able to find other dirty places; have you ever seen them, in the room where you lived, or maybe in the toilet room eating things?"
"What if the rats enter the place? They are resourceful little buggers. I'm honestly surprised they did not claw their way through this door at this point. Or found other means of entry."
Oren tosses his maul from one hand to the other in response to Yasami's question. "Well, I don't work as an exterminator, but this should prove effective as pest control. Although a squished rat won't do any wonders in making this a more pleasant place to sleep."
Oren tosses his maul from one hand to the other in response to Yasami's question. "Well, I don't work as an exterminator, but this should prove effective as pest control. Although a squished rat won't do any wonders in making this a more pleasant place to sleep."
"What if the rats enter the place? They are resourceful little buggers. I'm honestly surprised they did not claw their way through this door at this point. Or found other means of entry."
"If you have squishing under control, a little magic will handle disposal & clean up. Thank you sir!"
She pulls out her bedroll, and then something else. The item start ringing with a metallic sound as she pulls out a belt of chimes. "These are brass, I believe. Will that help?"
"I don't know about helpful, but they are pretty."
"Little hunters, I have another question. The Dirty Prey on the other side of this door seem to always be able to find other dirty places; have you ever seen them, in the room where you lived, or maybe in the toilet room eating things?"
Shadow thought for a moment. "Mamma hunts outside. Brings once."
Caiten sees the rat paw coming in under the door.
"I don't know much about rats. But these ones look a bit larger than I would have expected. Lisi, do you know about the rats that we would find around here?"
"Cevendyll, if you want to try casting Alarm from that scroll using Yasami's bells that is fine with me. The worst it will do is not work, right?"
"Is anyone still opposed to resting in this room for a while? I know Joran is anxious to find the person responsible for the fire."
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"Big fella, please let me just look the doors over once in case something bad is there. You're real handsome, it'd be a shame if that face melted off, you know?"
Just as Joran reaches for the door he stops midway and ponders the gunslinger's words. Nodding in COMPLETE understanding, "You know, that's a very good point you've made there, friend, a very good point. I am way to handsome to have my face melted off. Okay, you go ahead. Thanks, buddy!" he gives him a slap on the shoulder.
He finishes talking right as Joran is stopped from bursting through another door. "Yes, perhaps it would not be terrible to have a second pair of eyes take a look before you move through a door."
Joran then looks to Oren and nods. "Yeah I won't argue. I sure as heck don't want my face melting off. That is unacceptable," he says, extending both arms in front of him and giving a quick, sweeping motion outward. "No way. I mean, what would Trinil think?!" he exclaims mindlessly before realizing not a half a second later what he just said. Working furiously to recover, "I mean! Wait a minute now," he holds up a finger, "What I meant was, 'the ladies'," he nods confidently, internally studying - or more likely hoping - Oren countenance to see if he's buying it. "Yeah that's what I meant; what would the ladies think. Ol' Joran can't have his face melting off. No sir," he pats himself on the cheek while smirking. What was THAT about?! Get it together, Joran, or people or gonna start talking. We cannot have that. Wait... did I just say 'we'? Oh man I'm starting to think I may just need that rest.
"Is anyone still opposed to resting in this room for a while? I know Joran is anxious to find the person responsible for the fire."
Looking to the others, the barbarian can't help but notice they all appear they could use some rest as well, especially the poor druid. Swallowing his pride, "As much as I hate to stop - especially with those rats next door, I really want to kill those things - I can't argue the fact it would do us all some good. Especially our good buddy Lisi. And I like your watch setup, Dario, I think those are fine pairings; and this room is perfect. Hey, it could be worse, could be the dung room," he concludes, grinning.
"Yes, much more palatable than the cramped room in the hallway or the oversized chamber pot chamber. However, let me see about getting some better security for these doors. Those rats make me nervous as well."
Caiten pulls out his tools and begins disassembling one of the bookshelves. He creates a plug strip that fits under the door so that rat hands can't fit through it any more and some bracing bars and wedges to hold the doors closed.
The North and West doors now have form-fitting skirting. The West door that we came through has a mechanism allowing it to be opened from this side with minimal effort while still being able to be securely closed.
"That should do for tonight."
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"I am glad you concur there Joran. Can't keep all the ladies waiting only to come back without a nose, right? That Trinil girl seems like a keeper though, might not mind the loss of a nose..." Dario murmurs on a bit, his back to Joran to keep the man from seeing the big grin on his face. Young love was adorable and humans were so bad at it. Scheduling in the Hold left limited time to courtship and while there were certainly pretty dwarves, none of them were in his part of the forge. A terrible shame.
Moving over towards Yasami, the gunslinger would help set up her own little encampment if she needed it before he talked. As much as he had mentally teased the big man over his developing crush, he also found himself a tiny bit flabbergasted around the dangerous dancer. The woman had quite literally been bitten into after leaping into danger and then sewed her own injuries without even taking a swill of ale. He could almost feel the entire weight of Clan Zuz staring at him from across the world as he cleared his throat.
"You alright being on watch with me tonight? That bite was something fierce...not that you didn't handle it well, of course. You fight like a sandstorm back in the wastes..." His smile, even with his cracked face, was sincere even as he mentally chided himself mentally. "A sandstorm? You called her a sandstorm? Out of every natural phenomenon, you decided the one where dirt gets in all your bits as the one that fits her the best? Dario, you idiot."