Delara returns with the spoils gathered from the corpses of the fallen fighters.
" I'm back. Was he useful to us or not? "
She says in a nonchalant manner
" We sadly don't have too much time. I'm getting hungry again. "
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Delara leaves and loots the corpses, this was more interesting.
Delara blows off her finger and walks back into the Bar " Done "
" Why? Tell me or I'll shoot your limbs off. "
" Okay .... That's bad. " She looks at the boss. " No Mercy... Bang "
Delara moves past the man and somewhat behind of Tyr, but far as she can. She then turns to the Stronger man and aims a finger at him. " Bang "
" Bang "
" Bang "
Delara simple looks at the man and sems to .. simply let it happen, herr skin like rock.
Delara looks to the other woman in the group, noting her lack of rushing in and points a finger at her body. " Bang "
Delara clearly waits until the rest leave before seeing to Johansen " This is why you clarify things, the Dragon-man was helping you. We'll be back. " She then moved out to see this through.
" .... Fine .... "
" Especially coming from you Jo'. There has to be more than just... misdirection going on here. I'm not that fresh off the nipple. "
Delara was back on her old turf and as such, while not openly showing the change, inwardly she was wary of a silver-tongue and half truths.
" Really now? "
" Fine, Last Torch it is then. Yes Fabre is dumb and forgetful but not one to be underestimated. He's a lookout for a reason. Let's go.. I'm getting hungry. " Delara leads the group towards the local 'Tavern'
Delara sighs, heavily. With a sudden and almost uncharacteristic rigor, the languid mage swallowed her amalgam of foodstuffs and stared at Quinn'Del with serious air, only deviating from the Ere'Lyzs' eyes for a moment to connect with her other two compatriots. " First, Delia is one of many names I have here, do not call me by that one unless you have lived here most of your life. Two, yes, I have experience here, do not delve anymore than what I give to you. Three, there are about 5 places I can guess where anyone would be at and even those locations are no guarantee. " Delara's hand slipping out of the dark ones grip. " The Last Torch, A better bar; The Broken Leg Theater, Entertainment and a front for drug peddling; The Bazaar, a workable market with lots of marks; Darktown, the local fighting pit; The Fair Lady, Flesh sales in a manner of speaking. " Her demeanor softened but only a bit, she didnt resume her normal style, " I would say the Bazaar or Darktown would be the most likely, but I rather gather information at Torch or The Theater first. The brothel.. well if the others are less than useful. "
" You have to be able to pay for dinner first. Next I brought them for an opportunity. Business. They are not clan. " Delara blinks a few times before narrowing them in turn.
" Because they will think you are an easy mark... because you are. " She quipped almost robotically.
" Lightless is difficult. There are nice people there though. Need to know who to give the right gold. Good thing we don't look like Dusk Wolves. They are kill on sight. " Delara says particularly chatty, she pulls out a small stick, which she fashions to use like a toothpick. " Follow me ... Oh and watch your pockets. " The precocious woman led the group along the relatively safer routes to Lightless.
" 750 gold... not 200 "
" More dangerous Jaahn. "
" What did the red lady tell you Jaahn? "
" These all suck. " Delara notes looking at them
" Weapons are worth something. After you clean the blood. " She takes out an apple and bites loudly into it.
Delara blows out her finger and then waves.
Delara aim's her finger at the currently armless man with the same mercilessness. " Bang "
She aims at another hapless mugger " Bang "
" Are we fighting? Okay.. " Delara places her hand like a finger-gun and aimed at the leader's head.
" Bang "
" Yup. Hope you get better guy. Here's a treat for being so helpful. " Delara passes the man some honey-glazed spicy jerky. " I might not live so I'm doing this early. See ya. " She waves as they leave.
" Oh ... That makes sense then. Though we aren't that dumb. I wanna die old and rich. Not quick. Or slow and painful. " She seemed to have migrated to a stick-like treat made of tree-fiber and meat. Chewing incessantly.
" What does the brand do then? Anyone can just leave, why not brand everyone? " She spoke in a half-there way.
" But they said they aren't paying us for murder. And they have people watching us. "
Delara looked in her own little world. The mind shifting between reality and imagination for glimpses at a time. Sure a short-term solution to the problem was needed, but it wouldn't be ideal as the situation changing could make it deadly in another round.. IF there is another round. Her consciousness came to reality when the mention of her current snack was voiced upon the wind. She almost woke out of a Daze. " Wait, what did you say? Peanuts where? My name is Delara.. I thought I told you that? " Words flowed into her head as the mind filtered the conversations of previous minutes. Her realization dawned once more. " If either of them are good with their weapons... they might kill people by accident. " She motioned to the male compatriots.
" No not today. "
" Isn't that called.. a scheme? a con? Are those not punished by the law sometimes.. I mean, they said if we don't get caught its fine... but if we do and it doesn't make profit... "
" Stealing wasn't above the rules... but I don't think that's what they want us to do. Maybe something successful? Makes them money? And by them.. I mean us. "
" So less than is equal to ' Not an apprentice, ' Fascinating. " She savored the food for a second before swallowing. " Delara. I take things. I have good hands and can tell people things that aren't always true. Oh.. I cast magic. My favorite color is yellow. "
She blinked and then came to a stop with her chewing. "" I don't think that's how it works. We were set at a table... part of the test is probably making compromises..... Just saying. Also... I'm poor so.... " A peanut being placed shell and all into her mouth and eaten.
The scrounging woman seemed to munch on recently procured nuts and raisins seemingly from nowhere as the entire speech passed through her mind. The Blond-haired Human's attire that of a rustic but fair-to-do vendor. Delara's tangle of knick-knacks and baubles strung along her mystical implements. Here eyes went back and forth between those who sat with her. Going through the fathoming notion of her particular involvement with those who she currently shared space with. They seemed.... Freakish to be nice. Death... Death was a wake up call though. She started to munch a bit louder, hard to control her nerves as she had nothing to contribute at the moment. Oh wait.. She did. " I also exist.... "
Race: Human
Class Choice: Wizard
Background: Street Urchin
Spirit: Wolf
Element: Earth Equipment: Kerumbit
Final Stats: Strength = 21
HP = 12
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