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Listening to the conversation as it bounced back and forth between everyone made Edan smile. It was good to see that everyone that was coming along was at least confident, as that would serve them well, he thought. There was not much that he had time to prepare for between returning to his lodgings after recovering, and their following departure again to make sure that the goblins were no longer a threat. He would have to take some time to think about that, but for now, it was still a pleasure to see the differences between the landscape here and that of his home.

He still would have preferred it to be warmer, though.

While the others were walking, Edan was considering what they would be potentially headed into, along with the weather that was coming, and voiced his thoughts. "While the need for haste is present, I can see— is shelter from the rain something that we should not be seeking? "

Edan definitely looked better than he did the last time that they had seen him. A couple hours of sleep definitely had been something that was needed after the time spent making sure that everyone was well enough to not be at risk of moving on. Naia received a smile and Bernot a nod. Naia's opinion of those in charge of the town made turned the smile into a grin.

"That is fine", he said with a shrug. "They can do so only because we are the ones going out there. They would certainly notice if we stopped."

Changing his focus, he chuckled a little, mirth coloring his voice. "A pleasure indeed. I would not have you drop what you are carrying, it has been raining." A deep breath brought that unique scent of salt and mud and distantly rotting green under the vividness of life in the air. "The Mermaid it is, then. I too will be having food before I go there— but do not let me keep you from unburdening yourself, we can speak later."

This was... "quaint", he believed the word was. This was a home, and well-tended, at that. From the personal touches, to the wear in the wood where familiar paths through the house were made evident, and the touches of decorations placed here and there. It had a heart, and it was good.

Even the chair he was in had a comfort to it that was more than just the arrangement of its parts. A yawn stopped any further contemplation, and standing brought a stretch, folding the wool blanket appreciatively. No other sounds carried to his ears, and so he made sure the space that he had taken was neat before departing. The disorder of the prior nights was enough of a tax on the heart of this home, but he was thankful.

A smile on his face, he collected his things and made ready to depart. Something had been said about a meeting, but that should have ended by now. The day felt like it was nearing its middle, which was just fine. The others should be out, and they could see what could be done next. That sounded good. However, he could not help making a small detour into the kitchen, locating the water barrel.

It was a minor request of Berna, and a small token of thanks, but at least that was one day of a trip to get water that would not have to be made as a contribution. With that done, he departed, to locate the others and see what was being planned.

There was a long moment of Edan looking at the dwarf, weighing the potential of his attendance against the others that were there and attended as well. There had been nothing there that only he understood. There had been nothing that only he had seen. Thout's order was met with a tired smile and a shake of his head, finding that a response took a little more effort than he was used to. "I will decline. You will have Rabalar's knowledge and training. There is nothing I can add to what he will say, and everyone is healed. This is rest that I have earned."

That said, he leveraged himself up out of the chair near his cot, and seated himself on it. "I trust Rabalar", he said with confidence.

Edan accompanied Naia, with her being the one most in need of healing, and set to making sure that she did not die in the night. "Your wounds will need tending the most, and unless there is someone, I will help."
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Heal (Long Term Care@15): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16 Success!
Up to six can be treated at once, though it will take a day. Does anyone else need to be treated?

Suiting action to suggestion, Edan assisted whichever of them seemed inclined, taking things in stride. "A valid point. I had not considered that they could have trapped the other sides."

Getting to everyone on the other side of the river took a couple of minutes, now that they were not threatened with harm. When he arrived on the other side and got a chance to get a good look at everyone, Edan could only shake his head, though his spirits were still high. "Well, it is something to say that we have been in a fight, and are still alive."

Soros looks around and can see that the two most southern ledges have shallow caves in them. "There are caves up in those ledges" he said, pointing to them. The smoke was noticeable, dissipating on the gentle breeze.

Edan looked in the direction of the caves thoughtfully. "I would say that our adventuring is done for today. It will take time to return to town, then treat and heal all of our wounds, will it not?" As if to give a bit of encouragement, he added, "Someone dying due to a poor choice is not something that I wish to be responsible for. Can everyone walk?"

With no enemies immediately threatening them on their side of the river, Edan let out a long sigh as he stepped closer to the edge to see what as going on. D'ogryn, and Rabalar were not severely hurt, so that let him pay attention to the others, looking across the river. "They have survived— but it was a close thing."

With no enemies that could be reached without some effort, Edan approached Rabalar, but could not quite reach him. The injuries he had sustained were not too serious, and there was only one goblin left that he could see. "There is only one remaining up here?", he asked. It appeared that the cook— D'ogryn was certainly competent.

A smile and a nod of acknowlegement was given to the goblin as Edan did not let it retreat enough to regain its wits, continuing to press the attack, resulting in nothing successful.
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attack: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (9) - 1 = 8

"We must not let him fight on his own."

Once Rabalar was capable, Edan made his way through the taller grass to the first goblin that he saw, trusting Rabalar to be following close by. The first goblin that he could encounter was engaged, trying to keep its weapon from scoring a hit while getting in what hits he could.
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Attack: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (7) + 0 = 7

Seeing D'Ogryn moving ahead, Edan paced over to assist Rabalar, doing his best to remain clear of the cloud that had incapacitated him. A minor use of magic caused water to spray from his hands, covering Rabalar, and hopefully preventing the cloud from traveling further.
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Create Water used. If possible could it come out as a sprayed mist? I'm not trying to drench Rabalar specifically, but deter the cloud.

Edan trusted Rabalar to know what he was doing, but he moved to stay within the distance that Soros specified. Cautious, he tried to look ahead to make sure that they were not surprised by them. "Ah! There you are...", he said softly, as he felt a thrill race through him.
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Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

While the conversation was going on, Edan was listening with half an ear, looking around for a good place to get out of the water. "It does not seem like a good idea to have half of us in the water." He did give the walls on either side a glance. "However, is it not a good idea to find a place for us to climb up the side safely? Dodging arrows is not a pleasant thought."

While they were following the water- and especially after their dunking in such a manner- Edan was still smiling, though certainly more respectful of the river than he had been prior. "We are intending to remain in the water?", he asked of them in general. Wet was something that he had been before, though he did take a moment while they were walking to tip the water out of the scabbard.

Rather than add to the commotion that was going on, Edan only pointed at the place where he saw movement, seeing the others prepare as if something was about to attack them immediately. His swear was soft, more something whispered while he threw some water at the ones that did not see him, trying to keep surprise to a minimum. This was not a good place to be caught.

Edan was focused on trying to keep solid footing while they were going through the water. This is not something that he would have done in his home village, as there were no few kinds of creatures that looked on anything in the water as a source of food. He was watching the water more than he was looking around, since he did not feel he knew enough about the wildlife in this area. The only reason that he had gotten in the water was that everyone else did not seem to apprehensive about it, otherwise, he may have been inclined to go another way.

Edan was thoughtful, doing his best to remain quiet. That did not stop him from looking around, noting the differences between this place and the others that he had been to. The ground held more moisture, and the scent of water was on the air, especially after the rain not too long ago. It was nice, though he would have liked if it were warmer. Perhaps it could not be helped, as close as it was to the water.

Very much content to sit back and observe as everyone moved, though he was smiling as he moved, his ears quite easily able to pick out Naia. He had not said much yet, because there was not that much that needed to be said, and it was much better to say nothing, than clutter the air with unnecessary words.
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Stealth: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

A small smile was on Edan's face as he watched the exchanges, giving Naia a nod and a bit wider smile, recognizing her greeting. "Naia. If you may be a witch, then I do wonder about the spell that you may be casting upon my friend here", one hand gestured to Rabalar, though the twinkle in his eyes at least seemed to indicate no malice. The glance he gave Rabalar told the olf that he was having a bit of fun at his expense.

"I would say that we have come this far, we should at least see this house", he said to Rabalar. "Goblins or no, it clearly is something to see if just going in its direction gains this sort of following." He could not help the grin that came with his next words. "I am more curious than ever." That did prompt him to turn his eyes back to Naia, glancing over Soros on the way. "Tell me, how many people has this house claimed?"

Edan's attention was taken by the new arrival, so he got no more than a nod towards the barmaid before the newcomer approached the table. Having eaten prior, he did not feel the desire to eat, so the plate was left untouched for now. The noise of this place was impressive, while the sights and sounds were something that he did not expect outside of a festival. Nesh's words raised his eyebrows, and his curiosity. His brows knitted as he leaned back in his chair, considering what Nesh had said so far.

It was times like this that reminded Edan that he was not home. The rain was too cold, the air carried the scent of the water unpleasantly, and this area was... not an area that he was familiar with. The weather-scarred wood and the scents in the air were something notable, and he only kept his mouth closed as the three of them looked around to get their bearings at this tavern. He did try to use his ears more than his eyes, and certainly less than his nose as the din settled in around the three of them now that they were inside the tavern's walls.

There was a frown on Edan's face until he realized that the weather was the reason that this tavern was so crowded right now! Sailing was not the easiest of professions, and the rain that was blowing in would be better for avoiding than trying to set out against it. He lowered his hood but put his arms back under his dripping cloak, still not used to the weather and the chill that often came with the rain. Winter was still something that he could not quite believe, as the chill was something that he would tell stories about.

The number of people present was daunting to him. While the tavern was not full, there were only a few seats available, positioned almost as buffers between the people that were holding conversation with other captains and their hands. Edan did start to look for those that might have had too many cups already, or seemed intent on getting there before the weather blew over. The worn stools and tables added to the atmosphere of this place, though what he got from it was that things were a few bad turns of luck before becoming entirely run-down.

The question from his companion pulled Edan back from listening to the stories that they were telling, the expression on his face one of someone that was looking for something in all of the tales that he had just heard. He had missed their exchange about someone that had just departed, and Edan was not all that interested, save that their next destination seemed to be that house. "I do not believe the house is as they say. All of the stories say that something bad happened to a person, or people, but they only have heard of the story."

The distraction of the two of them looking in the direction of the door made him chuckle slightly. "The rain starts to fall. We should go. A closed door is not the most informative of sources", he teased. The stew had been good, and already, Edan was agreeing with Rabalar.

There was a slight smile on his face as he listened to Rabalar, and then introduced himself. "I am Edan, devotee of Berna." The smile widened a bit. "'D'ogryn', you say? That is a most interesting name." His focus on the new person at their table intensified. "I cannot help but notice, you said that you may have more information about the house after our conversation?" The lilting and different emphasis in his tone, as well as his features openly display his Touv heritage, and his hands carry some of the scars of a manual trade.

A slight frown and a tilt of his head indicated his slight confusion. "Common is not my first tongue, but it sounds like you know and are deciding if you wwould tell us." Folding his hands on the table, Edan shook his head, and glanced at Rabalar. "Tell me, am I understanding this wrong? If I am not, you sound like you want something and cannot decide if you want to tell us. Are you always so indecisive?" The words were pitched softly, though with no doubt it carried to the tables immediately nearby.

Considering they had some time before they were due to move out with the caravan again, Edan looked interested in the mention of the house. He was watching the crowd at the Mermaid as much as Rabalar was, though he was more noting what he could hear. The thought of wandering around this town appealed to him, and what better way to start than examining this "goblin" house? "It is probably just an abandoned house with unfortunate circumstances. I would not want a house of goblins anywhere near where I live... I am curious."

That was said with a thoughtful tone that implied that he was willing to go to see this house, and after a moment, he leaned over towards the table and raised his hand in greeting. "Good morning sirs, I am sorry, but I could not help but overhear: How is a house of goblins allowed in the town?"

Having received his pay, Edan walked along the olf, looking about the city as they headed in the direction indicated by the local woman. The name of the tavern was interesting, though it was perhaps to be expected of a locale where the majority of the work was based in or around the water. Rabalar's attitude made him smile, as the hunter seemed to be craving some excitement.

"I am not sure how lively you wish things to be, my friend", he remarked with a bit of humor, his arms crossed behind his back and resting on the shortsword that he carried with him everywhere. The weapon was his, hand-forged by him, single-edged and dark, seeming more like a larger knife for chopping than any other uses. Walking like this also had the side-effect of correcting his posture, which, to be fair, could stand a bit of improvement. He was looking at the signs of the places that they passed, as well as taking note of the town as they walked.

Actually seeing the... "Merry Mermaid", Edan was uncertain as well, stopping to take in the sight of it for a second. Whatever way things worked, it was likely to be interesting. "If they are 'blowing off steam' here, as you say, I am curious."

The forge's apprentice looked up from the equipment and tools that he was unpacking for the caravan's display, and looked around at the village. Darker skin, and comm So far, it seemed like a place that men would make a living, and as far as those places went, it seemed decent. There was likely a lot to learn from the inhabitants, and a smile made its way onto his face. "There is a lot that can be learned here", he declared with some satisfaction. "I would like to see what we will find once we are done setting up."

Rabalar voiced his opinion, and Edan chuckled. "I would like to try their breakfast." With this village being so close to the water, he was looking forward to the dishes that would be able to be tried. "There are lots of things that can be done with what can be caught. The entertainers... They will handle themselves, I think."

Edan will be going as a Warpriest(Sacred Fist).
Background updated. Gear is easy enough to grab. Personality and Appearance will be up before I crash tonight.

Unless we figure out how to gestalt....

Edan looked away from the copse of trees with a confused and somewhat dazed expression. He did not understand what he had seen, and wondered what it was. Shaking his head to clear it, Edan took a step back and sighed. Everything in this town was so frustrating!

Curious, he let his friends keep talking, and focused more on the the auras, trying to make sense of what he was noticing. This sense was still a very new thing to him, so he tried to be as nonchalant as he could about trying to sense things. Reacting hastily could land them in a worse position.
Bluff: 1d20 ⇒ 12

Edan was simply watching the exchanges quietly, finding it curious indeed that there clearly was a concern, though the Druid's reluctance was another puzzle. 'Inheritor, how many things were going on in this town?' Still, while he would have gone away at the druid's behest, his friends were doing their level best to coax a reply out of him.

Considering what may make a druid uncertain, Edan looked around while they talked. Realizing something, he looked around with his sense of magic, wondering if they might be watched.
Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

Edan frowns in confusion, hearing 'Shari's comment about something and wondering what was going on, noting the druid's robes. Dust on his robes here? Had he been in mud or something, perhaps? Still, he did not speak, since Lanten and 'Lina had drawn him out, not wanting to spook him. That he was obviously bothered by something seemed odd.

An approving look was on Edan's face-- not that Godelina could immediately see it, as he let her take the fore when she began speaking-- at the way she summarized their situation. The report would have a whole lot more weight coming from her mouth, and hopefully her appearance would lend yet more weight to her words. So he stood back and let her speak, looking around at their surroundings. He had never seen a park of this nature, so it certainly was interesting.

Once 'Lina concludes her explanation, his attention is back onto the Druid, curious about what his response was going to be.

Edan stepped carefully, though he was no stranger to dirty feet. The marshy park was.. Interesting. He had almost gotten used to the breezes that carried the smell of saltwater or the rotting vegetation scent that came when the wind came from inland. Since they were looking for the druid, he hoped they were not interrupting anything.

"Ferrin!", he called, looking around. "Druid Kastilar, Druid Tolivar sent me to you!" Knowing little about druids and their practices, he hoped that they would not accidentally antagonize him. He could recall stories told about Druids that shifted into great and fearsome forms. Edan looked around carefully, but headed further into the park with confidence, looking for a dry(er) trail like Lanten was.

Perception:1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17

Edan gave a half grin, finishing a couple strokes on the page before he glanced over at Lanten with an amused smile. "Just because I have not commented, does not mean that I am not listening, Sir Tiberiu."

Then, just to do it in spite of his statement, Edan pointedly took a bite of the last of his breakfast, giving a "so there" look to Lanten. Belatedly, he remembered that the other were also watching that particular exchange, and looked at 'Shari and 'Lina with an embarrassed smile. "Um, sorry.." Pushing his plate away, he put the charcoal stick back behind his ear and closed the sketchbook. The sketch he had been working on looked a bit like a certain familiarly armored figure leading a charge with the rising sun at her back.

"Druid, then figure a way for the orphanage.. I doubt the matron would take well to less than a legitimate attempt.." lapsing into silence as he thought about ways to manage that, he sipped his tea before rising.

"You...drawn anyone with the charcoal before?" she asks in a attempt to find a topic to talk about besides last night.

It was a bit too early to answer a question like that and have to deal with the resulting train of thought (and questions) that it would generate, so Edan only responded with an enigmatic look and then pretended to be distracted by the sights of the town in the morning. Taking a deep breath of the morning air, he yawned once more, and then looked over to 'Lina. "I wonder what breakfast is at the Boat today.. Are you hungry?", he idly asked before heading towards their daily routine.

"Well anyway I think Edan wanted to see someone in town, what was his name again?"

Edan had his sketchbook open and was working on the outlines for something, more a standing figure against some sort of background, with his cup of tea near his other hand, and nodded at 'Shari thoughtfully. "The Druid of Frog Park was one of the things we had planned.. There was also the orphanage to inquire in, and the Lizardfolk. The Temple of Gorum was a possibility, and the museum contest are what I remember us mentioning in passing.

Putting the charcoal stick down, he picked up the tea and took a sip, looking towards the kitchen of the Boat, wondering what breakfast might be.

Edan came out of his room with a yawn, and was headed into a stretch when he was startled, realizing that 'Lina was leaning against the wall by his door, jumping slightly. His sharp intake of breath ruined his yawn, but he gave her a sleepy smile, once he recognized her. It was always nice to see 'Lina in the morning. It was something that he was growing used to.

"Mornin'" he mumbled, rubbing one eye and passing his hands through his hair. Surprisingly, his hair obeyed, and he let his arms drop, wearing what he usually did since he had discarded his armor. The linen shirt was clean, as were the breeches, his feet in the boots that they had arrived here in. There was a whole day ahead of them, and he hoped that there would be some clues somewhere in it. He said nothing of the night before, not wanting to spoil the morning with complex talk, and looking forward to breakfast at the Lizard Boat rather than here at the temple.

Remembering something, he went back into his cell and grabbed his sketchbook, tucking the charcoal stick behind his ear. He did not know why, but perhaps because he was pleased at the morning, Edan offered his arm to 'Lina in a imitation of the more polite manners that they had seen the night before.

Edan only rolled his eyes at the pair of jokesters as they walked, but was thankful that it was dark, otherwise they would see how red his face was getting. 'It was certainly a novel experience', he thought to himself, reflecting on the night. The Dryad was someplace that he had no desire to revisit as any sort of entertainment.. There was nothing there that he was interested in experiencing. The mission that they were dispatched on still hung over his head, and he was still at a loss as to how they might proceed.

When they reached the temple, he was never more relieved to see familiar walls. The hug from 'Shari was returned, as well as Lanten's nod of parting, thoughts of his bed growing stronger the closer he got to his room. Even so, as he walked, he could not help glancing over at 'Lina, trying not to get caught admiring. She did look amazing in that dress, but that was something that one did not need eyes to know. When they reached their rooms, what she said surprised him. It took a couple of seconds for him to get it as he looked away for a moment, uncertain of how to respond, but any response he would have given was lost when he was distracted by her hasty retreat.

Shaking his head, he entered his room, and removed the clothing as carefully as he could, the small spell that he had memorized proving surprisingly useful in a number of situations, cleaning it. After a moment of thought, he applied it to himself as well, figuring that if it could clean clothes, why not a person.. Or people?

Well, it worked on him, at least. Maybe 'Lina would be willing to be a test subject tomorrow. As he stretched out on his cot with a relieved sigh, he drifted off before he knew it, his head full of too many thoughts to sort them out.

Edan managed an awkward smile, and glanced over at Ushari, trying to not look uncomfortable at the question. "I-- That is, I did not fare so well at dancing as you did", he said neutrally as he turned to make for the exit of the Dryad with some relief. Figuring out how things were being influenced around here was proving to be a greater challenge than he anticipated.. Maybe the druid would prove more beneficial when they went to talk to him?

Edan smiled at the work ethic that 'Lina had instilled in her, but did turn to the others with a shrug. "I have realized that we are not entirely out of options." Turning his head to look around the room as if looking for something, he was gauging the space that the Dryad took up, and was trying to figure how big of a circle they would have to make to reliably canvas the area. That his eyes kept straying over her in that dress and those shoes.. Well, he was still human, by Arshea.

"You can detect evil at about thirty paces, right?" Edan asked her, glancing over '--eyes up!'. "..because I suspect I can sense magic at about the same range." Raising his eyebrows at her. he paused to see if she picked up what he was implying. Lanten and 'Shari got a glance from him as well, but he did not want to intrude on their night more than he already had-- he was decidedly grateful for the rescue, though.

Edan was not paying attention to his expression, so what was going through his mind was evident on his face. The dance and whirl of those that were dancing was impressive, as Edan did not know those dances all that well. That they had come here to search for information was something he was aware of, but he still watched the interaction between 'Lina and her dance partner closely. While he was not frowning, he was not pleased. This place held no interest for him, and he was out of his element, not having the faintest idea of how to go about things.

Sighing, he looked for and got a serving girl's attention over the general clamor of the conversation and music going on all around them, asking for a glass of juice, if they had it, feeling less than clean about the whole night. Remembering Lanten and 'Shari, he did essay a smile in their direction and instead distracted himself with studying the sense of magic that he could detect around them, wandering a few steps away. Perhaps he would at least get to see this "Dryad"?

Eyes wide, Edan was surprised at the shift in moods. Though he was grateful at 'Shari for saving him, he did feel a pang of compassion for the woman and sighed softly. Reaching out to lay a hand on her arm, he gave her a smile. "I am not averse to having friends, however. You can visit me at the temple of Iomedae, and I will be happy to talk with you when I can." Still, to prevent being clung to again, Edan swept a bow that was not quite graceful, but trained, and left the immediate area with Ushari, relief written large on his face.

"Thanks 'Shari. You have no idea how much I appreciate that. How are things going?" Turning his head, he looked around for Lanten and nodded at him, expecting that he was going to be the target of humor for a bit after this. Curiously, he thought of something, and while he was escorting her back to Lanten, he cast a tiny spell, something that still thrilled him that he was able to do.
Casting Detect Magic as a general feeler

While Edan couldn't miss the others he came in with once he attempted to calm down and look, he was fervently trying to figure an upside to the situation that had currently decided to "follow him to the ends of the earth". Granted, he was not comfortable at all, but that was par for this evening. Hopefully, they might find something out and be able to leave soon, but given how engaged 'Shari and Lanten were, that was unlikely.

He did feel for the man that was with 'Lina, however. If he said one thing to anger her, the results would not be pretty, but they would be noticeable. Waving to a waitress, he ordered a pair of stronger drinks, and hoped that the tales he had heard of a trickster getting away from his captors by getting them drunk would work in this situation as well.

That his companion was clinging to him like she was not going to let go was slightly disheartening. Nevertheless, Edan did his best to keep a pleasant expression on his face as he went in search of drinks. He paid little attention to his surroundings, instead focused inwards on ways to possibly escape. She could not possibly cling the entire night, could she? Idly, he wondered how the others were doing, and he began to look around for them, hoping to run into none of them directly.

"So, how often do you frequent the dryad? I'm Edan, by the way", he asked innocently, forcing a slight smile. It was entirely possible that this night was not going to be so bad, provided she did not try to make any overt advance on him again. He did not come to the Dryad to be handled. Still, he could at least try to learn as much as he could.
Diplomacy:1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15

Edan was unhappy at the situation that he had been literally pulled into, all while trying to not make it look so much like he was being dragged around the dance floor. When the song ended, he pulled back and stuck a smile on his face, giving her a courteous nod. "Thank you for the dance.. Shall I get a drink for the both of us?"

He was out of ideas after that, and simply fleeing was quickly rising to the top of his list of ideas, just under 'Avoid the dance floor'. There had to be a better thing to do in this place, and gambling was not on the list of considerations. If he could manage to escape, perhaps he could find a table a little out of the way to see if he could regain his bearings.

Diplomacy:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7, K.(local) 10: 16
Edan's current location, and the woman's.. [i]Affectionate[/b] behavior was unsettling, and somewhat disturbing for him. While he was aware that some people had decided to act differently while here, this was.. not to his liking. At the kiss on the neck, he jumped, unable to help himself. Exerting some of his strength if he had to, he raised himself to at least a proper posture for this dance that he was partially distracted by. "Madam, while your actions are a compliment, are you not worried that such a display may be a bit... Overt?"

Inheritor, he hoped that 'Lina was nowhere near to see this.

Edan was.. Uncertain about being here. Just the type of place that the Dryad was did not appeal to him. That, and he had no idea about how he should be acting, so he was fairly certain that he was a bit awkward here. Still, they were here with a mission, and to do that, he had to be social and speak. So, he spoke to a passing waitress in requesting a drink, something light and fruity he hoped, since he knew nothing about drinks. He was also trying not to blush at some of the things that he was seeing, surprised that some people would do what they were doing in a place like this.

To try to at least find some place to gather his somewhat scattered wits, Edan moved over to the edge of the dance floor, studying the dancing that was going on, to see if he knew any of it, and perhaps join in for a dance. They had a goal, and he had to remember that. So he could at least keep his ears open while he was here.

After discovering that memorizing spells was not as hard as he thought it might have been, Edan took the dime to get ready as well, cleaning up as best he was able. It turned out that magic could help a lot of things, so he exited his room looking like he was freshly scrubbed and cleaned, despite not having many implements for doing so. His hair was neatly combed, and the clothes that he had purchased fit him admirably.

He walked out, looked at 'Shari and smiled, then completely ruined the image by fidgeting in his clothing. While the shirt and vest fit well, it was the new boots that made him fidget. They were new and not worn, so there was a bit of tapping either toe or heel on the wood, and bouncing on his toes as he tried to find a comfortable fit.

Then he realized what she was wearing. It was something akin to wonder, the expression on his face, and his mouth even dropped open slightly, before a throat clearing from Lanten brought him back to himself. "Ooh.. Wow 'Shari. You look.. Wow--Imean, good-- Imean.." Sighing, he turned around and regained his composure.