Aloniori's page

Ektar didn't seem overly concerened. Was the 'crashing' more of an, augdunar, moving and stomping about thing or could something else have caused it? SEEK Action.

Alon stays at the back of the group, letting the brothers move in first. As they do, he examines the outside of the barn; perhaps there is more evidence of damage?

As the others talk of moving on to interviews and stakeouts, Alon mutters a series of arcane words (Casts: Detect Magic). Unfocusing his eyes, Aloniroi directs a fraction of the ever present currents lingering in the ether to combine. Directly before his eyes, a pair of invisible lenses form through which the ginger haired dwarf takes in the contents of the room.

Stepping back to take in the entire scene Alon grumbles, Looks too random. And there's no real rhythm or reason ta doing any of this, almost like fey mischief. 'Cept, if am not mistaken, fey aren't usually this violent. Would you agree? Alon throws the question out to anyone paying attention. And what about these slashes? Alon bends in for a closer look of the marks trying to determine if any of them were created by a tool, say by the ones missing from the board, of by natural means like being struck on stone or perhaps a claw. Could a knife have done this Drakan?

More recall knowledge checking

Hmmm, The practice of bleeding an animal to fortify it is something Aloniori had not heard of before and his hand subconsciously gives the side of his face a quick scratch as he files this bit of information away.

Seek Action, looking for other unobserved ways into the stable

Mentally ticking off boxes the two brothers have addressed Alon adds, What do you mean, bleeding the mules? They left them alive then? An what kind of injuries are bleeding them? Cuts or bites? Are any of your mules about that we can have a look?

Voicing his observations in a friendly, breaking the ice kind of way, Noticed you're repairing your fence, must be difficult to find a match to the older sections. What in blazes smashed in it? An what stone have you decided on for the new section?

If it's not too much trouble, an ale would be grand, Ta, Alon gratefully accepts Ektar's hospitality and finds a seat to the side.
(Exploration Activity: Investigate).

Taking a que from the exceptionally quiet Egon, Alon remains silent. He is content to take in the scenery as it passes by, keeping his thoughts to himself rather than voice them. Along the way, the ginger haired dwarf is very much like a tourist; looking this way and that, almost losing sight of Ria's quick form a couple of times while 'enjoying' the smells emanating from vendor's food stalls. Upon reaching The Six Nails, Alon let's Balor do the talking. He bows in dwarven fashion at Balor's introductions, Greetings, but spends the time looking the place over. Perhaps there is a clue as to what's been going on (Exploration Activity: Investigate).

Aloniori shrugs his shoulders then waits the one or two extra minutes to finish. To fill the time, the ginger haired dwarf lets his eyes wonder about, taking in the scenery.
When Ria departs, Alon falls in with the rest, following her to the ramp.

Ria's delayed news causes Aloniori to pause mid-stride. He doesn't turn immediately, taking a moment instead to let his head slump slightly and the fingers of his left hand pinch the bridge of his nose. The body language is a barely perceptible sigh.
Finding composure, Alon turns to face the quartet and points in a random direction wordlessly asking for directions to this Six Nails House.

Ah, don't bother yourself about the notes Ria. If that's the easiest way to get our attention, then so be it. Feel free to leave more of the same. Aloniori continues to eat, soon finishing his meal and ale.

Right. Alon pockets the note again, although he's not really sure why he'll need it. So, we're to wonder off for the day. Return here having had a good look around, fill up on supper and retire for the night. When can we expect to see you again Ria? On the 'morrow or closer to the festival?

Having no other plans for the day, Alon bids his new found friends a good day and ventures out into Stonebreach. He makes directly for the massive spiral ramp leading up, following the long path all the way to King's Crown. From there Alon sets off to find the Rivethun library.

I'd asked before, what level of Highhelm are we on? King's Crown? King's Heart? Stonebreach?

Is that so? Aloniori nods politely as he listens to Ria and the brother's. With an itinerary already in mind, Alon is curious to hear what the other's might get up to; perhaps for something to do later in the week.
As the topic moves on from Ria's recommendations, Alon asks, Was it you who left us these notes? Alon produces his note and shows it to the gnome. Should it turn out not to be Ria's doing, Alon follows up asking if she recognizes the handwriting and who it might be from.

Ahh, there it is! Alon exclaims and rubs his hands together as Epna arrives with breakfast. With great anticipation, Alon politely listens as the dwarven hostess sets plates and weaponry in front of each. He smiles to acknowledge Ria at Epna's introduction and raises a finger, Can I trouble you for another ale? A good dark'll do. Smiling his thanks, Alon is almost ready to dig in when Ria pulls up a chair. He pauses picking up his fork and regards the gnome curiously before continuing, Umm...a'ligean ar'ithe! Having given thanks, Alon attacks his meal! Or, that was the plan...
Instead, Aloniori absentmindedly shovels bits of stir-fry into his mouth, but his eyes don't leave the table's new arrival. At one point, Alon pauses to sniff the air with Ria; both hoping not to catch a whiff of any silent messages from another table, and wondering what it is the gnome's going on about. Finally, Alon mentally shakes himself, Beggin you pardon Ria, but didn't Epna say...I mean, you do work for Epna? Or am I mistaking you helping her with the plates? And you're scholar for Clan Tolorr you say? How long have you been doing that? In Highhelm I mean?

A'rema'de style, Alon chuckles,Ah! That's old Tar-Kazmukh slang for 'meat on a stick'!

Wishing to fit another piece to the puzzle, Aloniori shifts in his seat and nods to Egon, A Delver then. And, the ginger bearded dwarf nods at Drakan and Balor, judging from your stout arms, I wager you're well acquainted with good steel! Alon raises an eyebrow with interest, And the Father's Hammer, too! Alon puts a closed fist by his temple then over his heart in accordance with Torag's faithful (Like making the sign of the cross) Respect. Although I confess to being partial to Magrim and The Lady - Death and Taxes, eh! HA! Alon laughs at his own crude joke. Ahh, Mother forgive me, and draws a spiral over his chest.
Well, that leaves me feeling like an odd man. You see, am more of a wielder of books than a lot of steel. Like you Egon, I have an interest in uncovering what's been forgotten. There's a lot of noteworthy material hiding in dark corners. Winks. Had hoped to head on over to Rivethun Temple after this, take a plunge into the depths of that library. Course, depending on what happens next, Alon shrugs, Those books'll probably wait.
Aloniori lowers his voice, So if we are being brought together for a reason, I'll wager its not as recruitment for the anvils over Torag's Wart. He gives a conspiratorial wink. I'm thinking the Clan has... Alon pauses as he tries to think of a good word, a venture? Or something.

Well met! Well met! Aloniori returns the others smiles. He orders a potato mushroom and grindlegrub stir fry with peppers remarking, I tried these on the way up from Stonebench, the A'rema'de style with soy and spice, incredible! Does Janderhoff have them? What about Kraggodan?

As the others settle into some friendly banter, Alon regards the note in his hand, There's no signature on mine, and I've been trying to recall the hand... alas, it's not familiar. Is it the same hand as yours? Alon shows his note to the others to get their opinions.

...what do you think the purpose is putting us together at this table today? Did the invitation come from Epna herself, or is she just the go between? If it isn't her, then who might have sent it?

I've heard of assigned seating on passenger ships. No more purposeful than saving space. As for Epna's involvement, my copper's on her being the go between. She likely knows what's been written, but not our benefactor. Perhaps once the food arrives, we'll learn more, eh?! Alon's smile reflects his appetite.

On which level of Highhelm is Zelgin's located?

His mind drifting, Alon notices another dwarf seated at the table, then two more heading that way (Presumably). Downing the rest of his ale, Alon walks tentatively over to the table, Good day. Alon bows in dwarfish fashion and slyly waves the hand written note for them to see, Seems we're all meant to be seated together. Alon smiles and gestures to the vacant chair then excuses as he seats himself. Name's Aloniori Ir'Nimi, of Clan Tolorr, recently of Tar-Kazmukh. I've arrived in Highhelm just th'other day. Have either of you been here long? Alon places the note on the table as the symbolic ice breaker it is as he listens.
The next words out of his mouth hint at dismay, I have to say, this sort of thing's not common where I come from. Any of you been handed a note from a stranger, then followed it's instructions?!
(I wouldn't be surprised if most people just threw such notes out and either ignored them or got really suspicious about anyone around them *chuckle* Going along with it for the game.)

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