"I talked to the watch. They'll keep a lookout."
"Hello, Cathran. Kyros Deun, chevalier of wherever needs chevaliers!"
"You're an astronomer? I've never been much good at it, myself."
Posted as the wrong guy. Nesod should be Kyros.
"Need me to help you up?"
Kyros smiles a little. "Demons, Auriea. The difference nearly killed a very good friend of mine. I actually went to a Calistrian temple once, on business. It was...interesting."
"Me? I've been fighting for the Lodge for the past 2 years!" He draws out a well-used warhammer. "This thing has been with me for both of them."
"I wouldn't know yet, Righty. I intend to never find out."
"Once you get past all the near dying." Kyros chuckles.
"Kyros. Kyros Deun. You?"
"Down the hall, first room on the right. I think." A tall half-elven man wearing a military officer's uniform ponders for a moment. "Yeah. Probably."
*Puts on a helmet to cover his features*
"Decemvirate. Did I say that right?"
"Right. We've got jobs to do in the morning!"
"I have a ranch in Lastwall. You all should come over sometime."
"To the future! May we advance the glory of the society in every way imaginable, and not die horrible...HORRIBLE, deaths!"
"Ah. I see." He passes his whiskey to Val. "You need it more than I do."
"I only ever saw one man die." Kyros shakes his head. "It was bad. I honestly don't know how you managed to pull through. It felt like the end after a while. And the people I've killed..." he shudders. "Abadar forgive me. Hey, Righty, pour me one!"
"You know what just occurred to me? We honestly don't know all that much about Val." Kyros turns to the tiefling. "What's your story, then?"
"I've been to hell, actually. It's not a very pleasant place."
Kyros breathes a deep, theatrical sigh. "I guess we all must soldier on then! Live for today, as some of the hedonists I've met would say."
*Grins* "It's everything I though it would be, and more."
"Yeah. Sorry bout that, Val. I'm gonna go get myself some whetstones, torches, and honey before we go. This should be fun..."
"I'm not the one you need to ask, Righty. Telessar's the one putting everything together."
"Well who am I to argue with a goddess, eh, Seamus?"
A tall half elf man chuckles. "And you're CERTAIN you're luckiest? Because you look like a Pathfinder to me."
"Glad I ain't you right about now, Telessar. Those two can be a piece of work."
"Gnomes." Kyros chuckles "If only we could put their energy into a drink, it'd make late-night reading and studying much easier."
"No. It's pretty strange, actually."
"As a matter of fact, Telessar, I do. Sort of. Half brother named Nigel Stomson, after my stepfather. We're spitting images, except for the fact that he's human. And it's really only the one, Sheilantha. Magic works wonders."
"It's the eyes you need to look at."
"Well, there was this cart drive back in Mendev...thought with his hands. I dispensed him of any such notions concerning my person."
"That's what I meant, Erkos."
"Well your wings are certainly more impressive than mine."
Kyros laughs. "And the WINGS! By Abadar I NEVER pay attention when you're around!"
"Same with the cat. Must be off my game after Nerosyan. Saw a lot of good men and women die that day."
Kyros looks up, then whistles. "I never noticed your antlers. Hmm. Normally I'm the first to see everything."
"Works better if you grow up in my situation. Didn't even know until my ears grew in. Turns out my actual father is some diplomatic bastard out in Kyonin who was interested in my mom for some bloodline crap. Still, shouldn'tve judged. You're the finest example of an elf I've seen yet."
"Now the thing is, Liran" Kyros winks "Us younger races think of the long-lived as insufferably boring creatures. Then half-elves like me get thrown in the middle, and it just gets nasty"
"Not at all, miss, not at all. I remember my first mission. Stressful as all get out, and I nearly died several times."
Okay, just out of curiosity how is your Diplomacy that high?
Kyros, previously distracted, turns. "Uh, Sheilantha. I'l grant I don't know your culture but... are you doing what I think you're doing?"
"Amazing. High risk, trivial reward? I can't believe I'm honestly sold." He points to his pointed ears. "Not sure the natives'd accept me, though. And I'm not the most adapted."
"Can't promise I'm the best man for the job, but my hammer I'm certain will be appreciated."
"Lovely. How's the logistics?"
"Aside from the svirfneblin, what else has been encountered down there?"
"Thanks for the lovely image. No, just seems a bit unreliable for my taste. Take my hammer here." He gestures to an averaged size, dull grey warhammer. "Fine enough in itself. Hit a guy with it, he's hurt. Magic has all these rules I can't wrap my head around, so I stick with what I know."
Standing in the way. "If he was a demon, he'd be dead already." Kyros shrugs, showing three medals. "I earned these in the Fifth Crusade. It HURT getting them. I know a demon when I see it. Now stand down."
*Having gone to the john, comes back and sees the situation*"Erkos...what happened?"
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