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Farya returns the drunkard's lascivious look with a death stare before Brand nearly destroys the wall with the man's body. Without changing her facial expression, she draws one of her long daggers and twirls it about nonchalantly.
Farya isn't too quick to notice the guards' stares, but she does eventually. "What, people can't stand around and chat here?", she mutters, before wandering off to try and ask around about the catacombs. But, nobody she asks seems to have any new information.
Farya shares what she knows of the Cult of the Keepers - how they take care of all the dead and the catacombs, and how visitors could be permitted. "Attack? No, that would be a bad idea. If there aren't any guards at the entrance and it's out of the way, I could try to pick the lock, but we'll have to see to be sure. I don't think we have enough money between us to try and get them to open up on their own."
is it multiple rolls again, or just one this time?
"The Square is out near the border of the Pleasure and Trade districts - I know the place. The entrance to the catacombs will be locked during the day, but we might be able to get in at night when the priests open it. But perhaps, in the meantime, we should ask around first to see if anyone has seen Jomana."
"If I remember right, the rumor was that the sorcerer was buried in the catacombs near the Square of the Green Peacock. If we want to find Jomana and the dagger, that's probably where we should start looking." Farya looks particularly grim as she readies her gear to go.
Farya peeks out through the barricade at the knocking, finding herself looking at a rather familiar tiger. "No, it's just Tamit", she calls back flatly to the others. "Hold on, I'll get this open..." It takes a bit of work, but eventually she's able to open the door enough for Tamit and Benamau to get through.
As Farya examines the dagger, she has a sudden flash of insight. In a bit of a droning tone, she says, "Xul. I recognize this. It belonged to a sorcerer, who's buried in the catacombs. His apprentice is supposed to be gone. I wonder how the man we saw came into possession of this - maybe a grave robber."
"Come on Jomana, I told you to rest. We'll be home in no time." Farya begins heading out once Gornash is up and ready to go.
Farya lets out a sigh of relief as the bandits turn tail and flee, even as Gornash stumbles and falls to the ground. Shifting Jomana on her back as she puts her bow away, she looks around to see if she can spot the arrow she'd wasted, but it's nowhere to be seen. Instead, she heads over slowly to the northerner, trying her best to help out.
Adjusting her motions to account for her giant meaty necklace, Farya shoots again, aiming for the leader once more and trying to wipe the smug looks off of the thugs' faces. While mechanically, she's the same as ever, her expression in combat is like nothing you'd seen from the days in the army, seeming more annoyed than anything else.
Seeing the thugs, Farya fishes around for her bow while whispering to the drunk woman on her back: "Jomana. Close your eyes and rest. We'll be home quickly." Seizing the opportunity before the thugs can react, she fires an arrow at the leader, but unfortunately Jomana gets in the way.
Farya nods, her eyes unfocused in a thousand-yard stare that has lasted for weeks. They'd all been around plenty of death and slaughter, but nothing like that before. It's not like she had never been in danger before, but with the others' lives on the line as well, she hadn't had time to enjoy it. And now, she may never be able to ever again. Over the time everyone has spent with her in the army, Farya has never shown much if any emotion, at least outwardly. As everyone grew closer, it became easier to read her small mannerisms and moods. But, ever since Karim turned back, she's been completely blank, going through the motions of life like some sort of zombie...that is, until now. With a little choking sound that you've learned to associate with anger, she drains her glass in a swift motion. "Yes, for Karim." To Jomana, she echoes the others' thoughs: "Anything you need, just say the word."
Ok, so given the amount of languages, do we assume that when someone says something without specifying, it's in Susrahnite, given where we are?
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