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Jayriann's tail twitches in a rhythmic pulse as the merchant begins to speak, then reflexively reaches up to retrieve a journal and pen from his backpack, then realizes that he is not wearing such. Lacking the means to make proper documentation, the Tiefling mouths the words as the Qadiran speaks them, committing them to memory as well as possible. When Jakti finishes, the time witch concentrates for a moment, then asks, "Very well, but we should have some more information before proceeding. Who might have motive to employ an assassin against you? Or, against anyone else assembled here? In what manner might we expect them to strike? Do you believe that the attack by the animated body of the Trade Princess was directed towards you? If so, why? If not, then towards whom?" As he finishes, the Time witch realizes by the expressions of those around him that he just rattled off a series of questions at blinding speed, so he takes a breath and motions for the Merchant to proceed.
Pushing down his frustration, Jayriann lifts his longspear and thrusts towards the shambling wretch. -Posted with Wayfinder
Jayriann curses in some strange language, then calls upon the streams of time to align in favor of the target of his spell (i.e. he casts guidance on Thoradin).
Positioning himself to stay out of reach of the creature (and perfectly happy to let the paladin stand against her), lowers the longspear (which, until now, has appeared as little more than a long staff, it's barbed metal tip obscured by by wisps of ceremoniously twisted cloth) and thrusts and the undead pathfinder.
His thrust misses as the corpse's flailing arms bat it aside, and the Daemon-Spawn hisses with irritation.
As the party discusses how to carry out the pranks, Jayrianne sighs and admits that he has no skill in any matters of stealth. "The best I can do is invoke the Guidance of the Ages to aid us in our nefarious deeds. I suppose I shall attempt to search Metella's room for her speech. If it is not in there, we'll adjust. Am I to do this on my own?"
Jayriann nods in acknowledgment towards the elder, and responds, "I too have an interest in the study of religion, though I have not yet delved into the field to any depth. Perhaps when time better permits, you could speak with my associate Thoradin who is a paladin in the service of Iomadae. I am sure he could share wisdom and knowledge that would slate your curiosity. He then pauses to look around at the windows, "As for the windows, I will speak with the staff on your behalf. I am sure they would be pleased to accommodate your request, else we might find other means of making you more comfortable." The Tiefling Jakti and takes his leave. His first order of business is to Abir and convey Jakti's request. If Abir and the house staff is unable to cool the area, his next plan will be to confer with his associates to see if someone is capable of casting an endure elements spell on the old man.
A smile crosses his face as he thinks fondly of his mentors and replies, "No, nothing of the sort, although some of them do profess to worship this god or that. We... they are cabal of simple historians to whom I owe not only my skill with magic, but my very life. It is a long and arduous story, no doubt incomparable to the numerous tales you might certainly recount."
A sigh escapes his deep red lips as Jayriann resigns himself to the prospect of approaching one of the dignitaries on his own. He turns from the party and makes his way towards Jakti al’Awar from Qadira. Waiting until Jakti is not in conversation with another, the tiefling approaches and bows, "Greetings Jakti al'Awar. I am Jayrhiann Lahnisset, Servant of the Chroniclers of Time. I have heard tales of your travels and scholarly pursuits, and I am pleased to make your acquaintance."
"We shall await word from your servant. In the mean time, we shall leave you to any other business you have to attend." Jayriann bows once more to Metella and turns to catch up with Thoradin. Once he has reached the Paladin, he ignores the disapproving look he receives and scans the room. "With whom should we consult next? The Qadiran perhaps?"
The tiefling shakes his head slowly at the paladin walking away, the smirk never leaving his face. Then he turns towards Metella and bows, "Pay no heed to my companion, but I share your sense of humor on the matter. I wonder, if someone were to attempt such an endeavor, where do you think they might find the itching powder to be used in said caper?"
Jayriann allows a sly grin to cross his face, then bows cordially to the dwarf maiden. "My pious friend here may not appreciate the beauty of a harmless prank such as this, but it would not go unappreciated by many of us. Good lady, you can count on us to make your Druman friend the center of attention in due time." With that, he bows and turns to meet the disapproving gaze of the paladin at his side, and says, "Lighten up, holy warrior, even your goddess must laugh sometime," then motions that it is time to move on.
"It would be our honor to assist you with your tribute, by any honorable means that we are able to do so."
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Jayriann trails the paladin and waits for him to finish his introduction, then bows deeply to the dwarf maiden, saying, "And I am Jayriann, Servant of the Chroniclers of Time."
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Using his tail, Jayriann places the notebook back in his bag and fastens it close. He then bows to the Prince. As they are escorted to their room, he discusses the plan with his companions, "As you may have guessed, I do not always make the most postive first impression, so I would prefer not to make contact with the delegates on my own." He reaches up and strokes the black goatee jutting from his chin, "I propose that we split into pairs and select a merchant to approach. After we speak with the first two merchants, we can regroup and discuss our experience, then move on from there. Mr. Custer, if you will assist Olumb, then I will accompany our paladin companion, in hopes that his honest demeanor will distract from my, ehem, exotic appearance. Agreed? " -Posted with Wayfinder
The Tiefling finishes his notes, then reaches into a pouch and pulls out a pinch of fine white powder and proceeds to sprinkle it on the ink to aid in drying. As the ink dries, a long, slender red tail reaches over his arm and proceeds to place the pen and inkwell in a scrollcase, and places that into the meticulously organized backpack. "I agree, Thoradin seems like the logical choice. How much time do we have to work with?"
"The spirit is not our concern right now. Let her soul pass in peace to the presence of whatever power she may have bent her knees before." Turning towards the Prince, "Who are these rivals and what can you tell us about each of them?" Jayriann removes a notebook, pen and ink well from his pack and prepares to take notes.
"Given this information, it seems clear that the shield would be the perfect choice of gifts." -Posted with Wayfinder
"I have never traveled to Quadira, and know nothing of our host. If any of you have knowledge pertaining to him, or the area, please share. Otherwise we should simply pick one and proceed." -Posted with Wayfinder |
