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Jaazkara walks about the casino, utterly bemused and a bit overwhelmed. Had it not been for her recent exploring of the city, she'd have been panicked immediately. Instead, she calmly goes from game to game, scanning the crowd for a man close to Alvarez's description while taking in the sight of the place.
Jaazkara accompanies the others as they look into finding witnesses and representatives for their legal matters, then busies herself wandering the city. She buys wine to refill her skin and walks the streets filled with a multitude of varied faces. Varied lives. She wonders at what sort of guardian forces it must take to keep a place so massive and populous under anything resembling order. Again, she listens to the derelict she finds along her way, giving them a few coins for their time and stories.
Jaazkara, silent throughout the unusual meeting, looks to her companions in askance. "'Dis...'dis type of t'ing izz...normal in 'dee city? Jaazkara has much to learn..." She shrugs after speaking and rummages through her pack for her wineskin, taking a deep draught.
For her part, Jaazkara looks confused as to the proceedings and the inner workings of "Law" in a city as large as this one. She spends most of the time asking Tai Leng and Cyrus rather naive questions and becoming more confused by the resultant answers. In the end she feels a bit bewildered, as well as inappropriately proud to have had direct involvement with the ruling authority of the city. She thanks all officers and officials that speak with them, and waves to Reeve Thornes as she is departing.
Jaazkara joins her companions in the jail in order to speak well on their behalf when the opportunity presents itself
Jaazkara tries not to betray her association with her companions, but listens closely as they exchange words with the authorities. Finally, when she sees her friends surrendering their equipment, she steps forward and gives Cyrus and Tai Leng a sidelong glance with raised eyebrow ridge.
Jaazkara marvels constantly at the sheer amount of people around, to the point of several near-panic attacks, then eventually realizes that this must be normal. After a while, she takes into her mind for the first time the idea of her own inexperience. It is not a pleasant reckoning. Jaazkara takes note of the interesting stories she hears from the beggars, and relates the most ominous ones to Cyrus upon seeing him. When asked about the future joint venture, she says that as the newcomer, she doesnt feel inclined to make any decisions, but that her preference would be for the vessel. She then states that while she doesnt know anything about manning such a ship, she is a fast learner and good at taking directions while also being willing to learn.
Jaazkara awakes with the sun and seeks out a modest morning meal, then sets about maintaining her gear and preparing for travel. When neither of her companions are to be found, she leaves a message for them saying she'll return shortly and busies herself walking the city's streets to familiarize herself with it. If an opportunity presents itself, she gives coin to beggars in exchange for their gossip, then returns to the tavern
Jaazkara, unused to such a diverse crowd, takes in the scenes of the various groups of races intermingling pleasantly. She stares perhaps a slight bit rudely at each group, smiling awkwardly and nodding if any notice. After looking about she orders a bottle of wine and a hot meal, and begins working her weapon with a whetstone while she waits.
Jaazkara groans into consciousness shaking her reptilian head to clear it. "T'ank you; 'da beast was stronger d'en Jaazkara t'ought." At Eitelyn's words she looks down beneath the water's surface, and nods.
Jaazkara, wounded to near falling, shrugs off the attacks with difficulty and takes a running jump headlong towards the monster's shadowy form beneath the waters and strikes down hard!
Jaazkara strikes at the creature once more savagely, spurred into furious action by the creature's electrical attack against the group.
Jaazkara cringes and grips her weapon, trying to ignore the surging pain going through her body.
Jaazkara looks to the distorted sight of the creature beneathe the waters, making a quick judgement before leaping -quite literally- into action! The lizardwoman takes a few short steps back, never looking away from the beastly apparition in the waters. She raises her polearm above her head to use it as a spear, then bolts forward suddenly and leaps at the edge of the small island, aiming to drive her weapon into the beast from above...or leave herself dreadfully vulnerable to it.
Caught off guard and too late to react quickly, Jaazkara finally gathers her wits about her and brings her polearm around to try and strike the monstrosity! Fury fills her in an instant as she faces this new threat.
Jaazkara looks back at the kobold, and says "T'ank you, dragonkin, for your time and words; perhaps soon you not worry about ghosts any longer." With this she nods and moves towards the well to descend. Below, she immediately draws her weapon and looks at the scene playing out with detached concern and interest. She notices the glittering metals beneath the waters, but focuses her attention on the fight playing out.
Jaazkara watches the monk as he goes, and speaks to the kobold. "You t'ink people make 'dee spirits here res'less; why? Do d'ey not appear when you are here alone? And why you say spirit in well not care about us?"
Jaazkara is taken aback by the kobold's response, but is undeterred. "Jaazkara not t'ink she bet'ter, scaly one. Jaazkara speak kind to not offend. Jaazkara only wanted to talk."
Jaazkara maintains her non-threatening demeanor as she continues her approach. She thinks a moment, then speaks confidently. "Be at peace, little cousin; 'dese warmbloods are...different. 'Dey have shown 'demselves to be. 'Dey not harm Jaazkara, and we no harm you, yes? Come, talk wid' us. Jaazkara share her food, and wine. And maybe we talk about 'dis place? Or 'dee o'dders you say come before us...?" The lizardwoman displays uncharacteristic tact when she speaks to the little kobold, seeming sincere. She shrugs her pack to her side and rummages for her wineskin and some travel foods. She thinks to herself as she gathers the makings of a small but filling meal. "I really hope he talks to us; I don't want the others to think there's reason to hurt him."
Jaazkara bows to the monk's wisdom, and stays her hand. When the kobold yells from the ruined house, she tilts her head, thinking for a moment.
"Calm down, cousin; Jaazkara no wish to 'haert you. Can you tell what happen here? Will you speak to Jaazkara?" As she speaks she walks slowly, and tries to fill her voice with genuine benevolence.
Jaazkara takes a long moment to aim before striking, bringing her massive weapon overhead and gathering strength before crashing it down upon the metallic apparition!
Jaazkara takes the scenes in, watching with guarded interest as they play out till their unfortunate-looking conclusions. She nods at Cyrus and Tai Leng's words, and picks up one of the damaged short swords more out of a reverence than for the value of the thing.
Jaazkara nods and grips her fauchard tighter, tensing in anticipation of Tai Leng's kick. She grins absentmindedly at Tai Leng's brash opening of the doors, and wonders at what may lie beyond...and what it might taste like.
Jaazkara looks about at her companions, the rooms, and the gem Eitylen recovered. She shakes her head slowly and muses to herself: "...Glowing eyes, all red...glowing gem, in spider bag...Strange t'ings. How you feel, Priest? Monk? You not want to kill friends, yes? Or...drink blood? Eat souls...?" After asking, Jaazkara shrugs and readies herself near the large double doors.
Jaazkara sees Tai Leng dispatch his opponent, and the exchange between it and the remaining foe. She rears back and bellows her fury, slashing fast and wide at chest level across the creature with her fauchard!
Jaazkara moves to engage the nearest creature, noting the odd glow from her fellows but clueless as to its implications. She vaults the short distance between them and brings her polearm down hard in an overhead swing.
Jaazkara watches the scene play out with guarded interest, then looks to the others. "You right. This...bad place. Bad t'ings happen here."
Surprised by the structure's sudden activity, Jaazkara reels and takes a defensive stance. "Jaazkara smell blood...and...old wet met'als."
Jaazkara gets a meal and wine, and settles near to Cyrus. "Why Cheliax pray to...Bad 'Tings? They don't see spirit in all 'dee world around 'dem?"
Jaazkara chuckles a hissing scratchy little laugh, then descends to outright laughter at Marcie's words. "Oh, dear girl-", she manages through her outburst before calming down;"You make Jaazkara smile and laugh wid' your words. Of course; I will take one of 'doze rooms for 'dee night tonight, t'ank you." She is still smiling while she reaches into her pouch for the gold coins.
Jaazkara puts this information together in her head slowly, and in a flash of inspiration, surmises that the expected guest is both very influential and also not yet present. She quietly informs the party of this, then asks:"Is 'der someone like 'dis you know of? Who might be coming?"
Jaazkara nods at the woman's greeting, and says "This one is Jaazkara; good to meet you." Jaazkara ponders what the woman could be withholding, but her unfamiliarity with humans and their motivations is painfully evident. She observes Marcie a long moment, and thinks deeply.
Jaazkara nods and says,"'Dis sounds like a good idea."
Jaazkara picks up the rapier and offers it to Eitylen. "You can use 'dis best, yes? To better find 'dee best place to strike your foes?" She tries to make a friendly smile. She then very carefully picks up the various art pieces, and stows them away gingerly and readies them for transport.
Jaazkara readies her pack for travel and as she does so says "So we go to ruins now?"
Jaazkara listens to the recovered man's words, then nods and looks to the others.
Jaazkara arches a scaled eye-ridge, but says nothing and listens.
Jaazkara looks up at the question, and then at the monk. "No, Jaazkara has not eaten man yet, but dees...is only because Jaazkara has not fought a man whose soul she would honor so." Jaazkara then clears her throat, coughs awkwardly, and says "It is a custom of respect among my tribe, and a matter of necessity for 'odders"
Jaazkara nods, then speaks while helping to gently pick the unconscious man up and carry him to the cart. "Jaazkara is looking for adventure. To see more of dee world. Meet new and interesting creatures, with unique cultures and heritage...and Eat 'Dem." The lizardwoman smiles in a friendly manner, but it ends up being all teeth and does little to offset the nature of her statement.
Jaazkara swims the rest of the way to shore and climbs out of the river. When she stands, she holds up her clawed hand in a gesture of greeting "Well met, warmbloods; this one is Jaazkara. What you do to make water so angry?"
Jaazkara dives beneath the water, surging forward and back upwards with a powerful series of twists from her reptilian tail. She surfaces near the remaining elemental and tries to strike it from a distance!
Jaazkara lances out her polearm to strike the elemental attacking her!
Jaazkara lashes out once more, sending her fauchard down in a great diagonal slash at the serpentine elemental!
Jaazkara draws her longarm and flicks her tail to remain upright in the water as she swings it down with all her might!
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