"The only thing I ever gave her was that cloak," he moans, indicating the discarded clothing that was used as a trap...
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"What? Yes, Jyra, of course it was Jyra. She's gone completely mad. She stepped out from behind a molecule of air, and thumped poor mishelle on the back of the head with, well, with that," he says, pointing to the broken bottle. "She was tranfered in to my program a few months ago. Very promising, very well accounted for by her professors at the University in Wroat. It was so unfortunate, I had to cut admittence for another student, and given the choices available," his eyes flick towards Mishelle for an instant, "a promising goblin student was rejected, Aureon what was his name?" "I, we..." He takes a moment to compose himself, his eyes slightly glazing over. "We have to find her, find out what made her do this. Something is wrong. She isn't like this. Always kind, and gentle..." He'll babble for as long as you let him about Jyra's virtues, and how important it is to save her.
"I..." "I don't understand..." "Where, where could she have gone?" The man seems genuinely confused, maybe even heartbroken. He runs out into the hallway. "JYRA! Jyra, where have you gone?" He falls to his knees weeping.
Ghorkin enters the room regally, as though his contribution to getting here has clearly made his claim. "Allow me, darling Valessa," he says while standing far to close for comfort though not close enough to seem blatantly rude, "Achuudo gaye menyar thoodol..."
"What do you mean, 'a voice'?" The profesor looks to be on the edge of apoplexy as he asks.
The screaching sound of the bat creatures echoes in the distant darkness... "Ladies, ladies, you are both far to lovely to be lobbing insults at eachother like mangonels of soured fruit. Professor ir'Valdi, I think we have no choice but to advance into the open door before those things," he points at the distant hole in the ceiling while stifling a yawn, "return." "Sari, would you and your companion help guard against surprises, and Bearman, would you so kindly open the door."
Ghorkin has continued to maticulously remove the residue from his repeated falls from his attire, and is roused back to the scene by "Ruuz's" question. "Well, um, quite... We had intended only to survey the site today, returning with equipment to help with our decent..."
"Yes," the Professor says, looking at 'ir'Valdi' throgh slitted eyes, "as my lovely assistant points out, I am the expedition leader and--" "My word! Valessa?"
"Well I Think--"
"Hey there! What in Khyber do you think you are doing. This site is possibly an archeological treasure, at I won't have amateur treasure seekers stopping over it." The professor seems rather animated, "I think you should leave that to the professionals--" His tirade is interrupted when one of the girls trips and falls on a vine, landing awkwardly. When she stands up, it is apparent her ankle is twisted. "er, yes, Morgrave's professionals are here now, and we claim this site."
"Yes yes, an hour past dawn, right here," his tone makes it obvious he does not like you. Then he turns to Sari, and in a much softer tone, "and you my dear shall have the opportunity to adventure with a scholar of the finest caliber." He moves as though to kiss your hand, then thinks better of it, and awkwardly shakes with you instead. Finally he turns to the Deneith agent, "Let us go sign your papers and contracts and whatever." The two of them start to walk inside, last chance for questions.
"Alas, my beautiful lady, I mean to take me and my assistants out to the site at first light tomorrow, on a scouting foray, we will determine exactly what gear we need, return to purchase it, then off again as soon as possible." "Meet us here at an hour past dawn, and we'll see if your delicate flower wilts in the morning chill." The man speaks like my history professor in college who averaged 5 words per second for the entire 50 minute class, and said so much of substance that i determined he said an average of 5 words per second during a 50 minute class... YMMV Spot for Sari and Merreck 28+
Spoiler: You notice that although he has turned and walked away, the Tharashk half-orc has deliberately lingered on the edge of ear shot. |