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Jon nods at Stilgar's words, still listening but preferring to let others do all the talking.
Jon snorts, laughing at Kalaya's understatement.
Jon frowns and nods at Kalaya's question.
Jon frowns. "Not that I recall. Are they significant?"
Jon smiles and nods. "It's a wonder we found each other. This city is a maze."
Shadowborn and Auric: Jon frowns at Pliska's rapid appearance. "She must have some magic that allows her to navigate this maze quicker than anyone. And it must make her hungry."
S&A: Jon nods. "I believe the proprietess owes me a room."
Shadowborn and Auric: Jon looks troubled. "Is the curse afflicting you? You seem in pain."
Shadowborn and Auric: Jon shrugs. "I'm with you, then."
Shadowborn and Auric: Jon frowns. "Not at the moment. Perhaps the Green will bless me tomorrow, but not today. I've never been much of a student of magic. It makes me feel... ungrateful. Magnus might be able to help more."
Shadowborn and Auric: Jon shakes his head. "Haven't seen them. Let's go." He follows Auric.
Shadowborn and Auric: Jon shrugs. "Some toughs tried to shake us down for 'toll' money. I called the weeds and they decided to try less thorny marks."
Shadowborn and Auric: Jon smiles. "Odd place, this. I wound up in the streets. Hired the kid. Got there, saw the merchant. Odd place. No one seems to play straight here. What sort of curse?"
Shadowborn: Jon finishes his tea, offering the nice owners a few suggestions as to leaves that might make a tasty tea, and stands up, heading toward the tent and Auric.
Shadowborn: Jon nods to Pliska. "Very well, I will wait here."
SHadowborn: Jon nods and hands the silver coin to Pliska.
Shadowborn: Jon nods and calls out. "I'm seeking Ceryl. I have a letter for him."
Shadowborn: Jon nods. "Alright. Let's go. We need to move fast." He heads off at a trot, looking to her to send him which way he needs to turn.
Shadowborn: Jon smiles. "Tell you on the way. We need to move quickly." He heads out and in short, terse sentences, fills in his guide on the mess of politics he's found himself in. "What do you know about these people?"
Shadowborn: Jon smiles. "I need to find a Ceryl in the Wharf Market. He's a rug merchant."
Shadowborn: Jon smiles. "I will see you paid. Come with me; my friend carries the moneybags."
Shadowborn: Jon smiles at the girl stuffing herself. "Do you have time to guide me again? I need to find a Ceryl in the Wharf Market. He's a rug merchant and I'm in a hurry. Can you guide me?"
For the next week I will be at Gen-Con and/or decompressing after Gen-Con. If you're there, I'll be around the Sagamore Ballroom running PFS all through the Con. Feel free to look me up! However I will probably not be accessing the boards much so feel free to NPC me if needed! Thanks! James
Shadowborn: Jon smiles and thanks her for the food. He sets out, pausing in the dining room to see if his previous guide was still around.
Shadowborn: Jon nods slowly. "Alright, I'll set off immediately. Who is this friend?" Jon waits to be sure he has the message and then moves back into the night.
Shadowborn: Jon puts on his best 'slightly slow' face and nods slowly. "Me delivering this letter won't hard Auric in any way, will it?"
Shadowborn: Jon smiles back. "I might be. I've lost several companions and seem to be a bit out of my element here. My name is Jon Commoner. Pleased to meet you, ma'am."
Shadowborn: Jon nods at the man. He stands, smiles at Pliska, and follows the great brute.
Shadowborn: Jon nods to the serving woman and turns to Pliska. "Thank you. You're a good guide." Turning back to the common room, he scans the room looking for familiar faces.
Jon: "Keep it. No strings attached. You did your job, lass. You get paid. End of talk."
Shadowborn: Jon frowns. "You've fulfilled your end of the bargain, I have no claim to keep from paying you. Keep the coin and share them with the man and his dogs: it will keep them from harassing you further."
Shadowborn: "I'm not a wizard. Plants just ... understand me." Jon says with a smile that looks innocent as can be. "We should go, right?"
Shadowborn: Jon nods. "After we're through and safe." He steps forward and as soon as it's apparent the men will keep their word, he dismisses the spell.
Shadowborn: Jon calls out. "I have no wish to harm any of you further. Let us pass and I will remove the thorns."
Shadowborn: Jon smiles. He shrugs and murmurs a prayer. "Dogs know better than to attack a foe worse than them. I think you're stones, too thick to know when to stop."
Shadowborn: Jon nods. "I'm used to bigger dogs. More fur, less laughing." He glances around.
Shadowborn: Jon sighs and looks for the man's dogs. "I do not see dogs. Do you keep them hidden?"
Shadowborn: Jon follows!
Shadowborn: HJon shrugs and dumps the coin into her pack. "Name's Jon. It's the Six with Eight Tails."
Jon: Jon grabs the coins he grabbed when he first arrived, not noticing what they were and holds them out. "Yes, please take me there."
Shadowborn: Jon smiles. "Thanks, but I'm supposed to meet friends there. City's a bit confusing, eh?" He heads off, trying to find someone else more helpful to ask.
Shadowborn: Given that Jon has just remembered a bit of information he previously forgot, he lands in a dark spot, changed back to human and asked the nearest sober person where this 'Six with Eight Tails' is.
Shadowborn: Smelling nothing familiar, Jon shifts his form into that of a sea bird and takes to the wing, keeping an eye out for anyone familiar.
Shadowborn: Jon freezes, seeing more people in one place than he's ever seen in his life. Unconsciously he brushes at his clothes, suddenly very aware of his plainness. He slides back inside the door of the stable and his form shimmers, as he changes into a large friendly looking dog. Tongue lolling, he sniffs the air and tries to find the scent of his friends, focusing on Auric, the one he's known longest.
Shadowborn: Jon sighs and thanks the horses. Stepping out of the stables, he takes a long look around to see where he's landed.
Shadowborn: Jon stands up and stretches. He turns to the horses and speaks in the Tongue of the Earth. "Hello brethren. Did I just appear here?"
Jon nods at the dwarf's words. "Any way to tell where this comes out?"
Jon pokes around the spices, sniffing each with interest. "Very rare spices here."
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