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You're all great RPers. I think Salsa is a great DM. And ... as I suspect the game will not survive the loss of three players at once, it was a pleasure to play with each of you. Hope to see you all in other games.

Scrapeknee nods to Cailyn "I'll let you guide me on the etiquette."

He actually smiles at Willie's University challenge, the man is so over the top it is hard not to like him at times "Clearly, cultures vary. To be fair, this is mostly second hand knowledge from my Uncles but yes, it varies from quah to quah...err tribe to tribe."

Scrapeknee wrote:

"I'm a local, but all i know is some drunken hunts men came one night to the Deer boasting how they ALMOST caught it. Not unheard of.. though there was another night, another hunter actually...well, the guy was shaking like he had the worst nightmare of his life about it. Wish I could remember his name but I have nothing."

"Oh, that was probably the old boy Taddeo," Willie elaborated very matter-of-factly, as if the hunters of Sandpoint were no less familiar to him than his own garters. "Tall-ish chap with a gammy leg? Yes, I had the pleasure of his company one evening. The most colorful raconteur once you get a few drinks in him. Awfully fond of show tunes too. In fact, we roared our way through 'Carrie the Cadger' at least twice that evening, ha harh! He... Well, that's rather off mark. Point is he raved about this here boar on that occasion too, a regular horror by his account. Tall as a quail in flight; sets a man ablaze by mere sight; its droppings alone render a land barren for threescore years, so on and so forth. Dramatic stuff!"

Scrapeknee tries to recall, Willie seems so sure that the Oracle figures that maybe it was Taddeo. Wait... did he met a Taddeo? Well, Willie wouldn't lie for no reason. I should pay more attention.

He gave a hearty chuckle. "The embellishments of the seasoned woodsman, what? They'll turn a badger into a bulette! Ah, but I do so appreciate a good yarn." The smile stiffened somewhat. "That said, he, er... was rather convincing. Displayed the ol' quivering ganglions and everything, and this before finishing a single glass. I must admit I was quite taken with his tale in the moment, you see. But not to worry! I have no doubt our expedition will go swimmingly!"

Why did Willie feel a shudder crawl up his back?

At this he smiles, "I guess a bit of optimism never hurt anyone."

Then Conrad brings things back to reality

"Hunting b-boars is not that easy," Conrad gives Willie a sobering look. "They're ag-gressive if you cross their t-territory. Especially f-females with p-piglets. They c-charge you."

"You n-need a s-spear with wings on the s-sides. So it c-can stay in if the b-boar impales itself on it," he explains, with rather eloquent gestures to punctuate this graphic image.

"I'm no exp-pert, but I think I could rec-cognise its p-prints."

"Among some tribes, such a hunt would be a rite of manhood." He ponders. Clearly tempted.

"I... know f$!!-all about hunting. And it half sounds we'd be chasing a fairy tale. On the other hand, if there is a monster running through the woods that could hurt people, seems like someone should do something about it..."

And then Dare settles it. "Well, then I think we should go. For my part, someone might need healing even if i don't get a single blow in."

"I'm a local, but all i know is some drunken hunts men came one night to the Deer boasting how they ALMOST caught it. Not unheard of.. though there was another night, another hunter actually...well, the guy was shaking like he had the worst nightmare of his life about it. Wish I could remember his name but I have nothing."

Scrapeknee wishes the folks at the Curious Goblin well, and thanked them for the help. It was not as much as he might have hoped, but it was kind of them to try and may have given some clues.

Entering the Dragon is slightly guilt inducing, but it is THE place in town. So he limps in warmly, nods, and soon has a seat and a drink.

No urge to clean here, at least.

Then there is reading of the letter, and his eyes nearly pop out of his head at the prize.

"Scrapeknee, Lita, do you know the story of this infamous swine?" the warmth rises slightly into her greed. For stories, instead of wealth, of course. Her mother's shame.

He thinks on it... he isnt' really story wise, but he knows a bit about animals.

Knowledge Nature? 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

"Not enough I feel comfortable guessing." He admits.

"Pardon, why WOULD the Old Light be connected, as you seem to think it is possible?" Scrapeknee figures if someone smarter and wiser than he sees a connection he misses, maybe he should pay attention to the possibility.

Cailyn politely thanks the unknown woman who is leaving to allow them to have their conversation. Sympathy in her voice as one who is often on her end.

"Hmm... just a thread we are trying to find the weave to belongs to." Cailyn's mind tries to find another route "Any new discoveries that have had you proudly chatting about town with?"

If no one was coming around, Maybe they just happened to hear.

If this is a no go, I am out of ideas and welcome anyone interjecting :)

"Or old stories suddenly making the rounds again?"

Tera nods in understanding as Dare says they should probably keep their distance for the moment. Sarla quickly returns with the sandwiches, several in one basket and a few in a smaller one for Dare and Conrad. There's also some snacks and treats in both, a gift from Scrapeknee's cousins and aunt.

"Here ya go. Momma says come back soon," she tells the group with a smile.

"She's sweet. Thank her for me will you? And thank you too." And he joins the crew heading towards the curious goblin.

A bit of a worried frown forms with the group's parting, which is odd since they really were not a group, just a collection of people who happen to be near each other at a particular time and then were visited in their dreams by gods.

The plan was good though, so Cailyn waves down a Scrapeknee cousin and orders sandwiches to go "Two baskets, please. Ms. Ashborn and Mr. Mendelson will need one of their own."

Sarla was snooping nearby to see if any gems of musical tips fell from Willie, as well as working, so she responds quickly, "Right away! Let me know if there's anything else you want."

Unless given more instructions she moves quickly to get those for Cailyn. Humming softly as she practices her own musical talents, perhaps working on lyrics in her head.

Scrapeknee watches his cousin go, "She might be serious about this music stuff."

He hears of meeting at the dragon later... Hurtful He thinks softly, but then he realizes while here he's been more at 'work' than a help. Yes, maybe he will be more of a team mate at the Dragon.

"Usually," Scrapeknee answers. THIS he understands, "He does love his books."

Scrapeknee keeps cleaning, but the flood of information has him not sure WHAT to say.

Without thinking about it, Scrapeknee starts to clean up a nearby table while the others talk. He WORKS here after all... even if he's not supposed to be doing so NOW.

Scrapeknee nods, though he is pretty sure his Uncle would be alarmed if a 'what happens at the White Deer stays at the White deer' attitude became a selling point.

Scrapeknee looks about, and while he doesn't have time to talk to Dani like he hoped, he does give her a wave if he sees her

Scrapeknee blinked a bit at the deluge of information from the often terse Dare. It is a LOT to process, but then, Conrad speaks to the core of it, and he nods.

"Conrad says it better than I could. Dare, we saw your actions when the goblins came. You fought for Sandpoint. If need be? We'll fight for you."

The Curious Case of the Priest's Missing Bones

She exhales. "Shall I repeat that in Orcish or Varisian, or are we on the same page now?"

Scrapeknee frowns at that. His Uncle is worthy of respect, even during a misunderstanding, but... then he hears of her worries about her own safety and it eases.

"Will you, by Indros!" he said in the animated fashion of the upper-cruster, all bluster and disapproval. It quickly faltered. "Well... I should hope not. After all, they'll have to go through the rest of us first."

THERE he nods, "We're in this together now."

Discussing Dreams
Father Zantus chuckles as Scrapeknee apologizes for thinking Desna flighty.

"You're hardly the first one to think that," he says. "Fortunately, Desna is a forgiving goddess. I don't think she'd have allowed you to keep those gifts you have shown if she was offended by your, ah, misconception."

Scrapeknee blushes but nods at that. And listens to the advice that follows after. He wonders if the gift can be taken away now or not... he doesn't pray at night like clerics do. But then decides it doesn't matter. He'll use these gifts to help people. It's the right thing to do.

The Curious Case of the Priest's Missing Bones

Scrapeknee has let others take lead on this, and seems almost shy around the Mayor. After all, he once fell off her roof. He tries to avoid the Sczarni but he's heard things from his Sheriff Uncle.

Talking about Dreams

"It seems we would do well to heed those warnings," he says. "Desna often uses dreams to guide and warn her faithful." He frowns as his eyes fix on Lita's holy symbol. "Forgive me. I know this is a personal matter, but what gods do all of you follow," he asks apologetically.

Feeling awkward, he admits, "Well, before all this I never thought of myself as particularly devout. I honored all the gods of the Cathedral because...well, it is traditional and they do protect Sandpoint but I wouldn't say I've been faithful. Erastil mostly I suppose, for family, but even there... well," He says "Pretty sure this gift could have gone to far more worthy folks. I'm honored though. I.. always thought Desna was a bit flighty though I'm learning better I guess.. but I do love the stars. Pardon, Father. I mean no disrespect. "

Scrapeknee says "Almost all of us had visitations of divine nature in our dreams. For me, I met Dani... and later a being known as Selalia who told both of us about a message of import to Sandpoint. Though the age of omens is lost, there are strands that can be felt, and they are converging. Dark Clouds are gathering over Sandpoint, and Selalia added that it would be up to us to help decide the town's fate. She said Dani and I weren't alone in these visitations, or so she suspected." He doesn't mention the dance, "You can check with Dani and see if she remembers the same. But I already spoke to those here and...well, Cailyn told me the message to her was something like ' 'You and your companions are needed to prevent a darkness from descending on Sandpoint and destroying all the good cooks.'" He looks over to Cailyn to make sure he got that right, but continues, "Lita had dreams too, and shared them with Dare where they were visited by a 'sunrise angel' to use Dare's description and again a warning of a coming darkness. Willie didn't remember much that he told, something about a cat? Conrad had a vision of some sort, he shared it with Joanna. So you may want to talk to Dani and her for yet more details some of us missed." He said this in something of a rush as if worried somehow if he didn't get as much of it out, something else would intrude on the message.
"So you can see why when it came to divine messages, we wanted to consult one wiser and more experienced in such than ourselves, sir."

For the earlier healing of the arm 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

He gapes at how completely the wound heals, obviously it still surprises even him.

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Later when they head up...

Scrapeknee listens intently to it all

"It does seem that someone who knew this place a lot better than goblins had to be involved in this latest." A frown.

And he remembers, "Pardon, Father, but about those dreams?"

While Scrapeknee waits for Lita's answer, he over hears Cailyn's confusion...

Knowledge Religion: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23

"Cailyn, the White Deer had a guest once who boasted he had taken down skeletons once. I thought at the time he was pulling my leg, but he did mention that he carried a mace as a back up weapon because ... ''Poking and a slashing ain't much use against fleshless bones walking about''. It would explain why such a perfect shot came to naught." He suggests.

"Thank you, Dare!" He says as she finishes the darned thing. Scrapeknee picks up his still shining spear, and moves to Lita, "Would you like me to heal you?"

Seeing the bolt skitter off despite the excellent aim, OjWoj switches to his sling, allowing his spear to fall to his side, and flicks a bullet at the remaining skeleton.

Bard Bonus included, to hit: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
Dmg (BB included) 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

His bullet has force, but no accuracy!

A shaky breath through a strained smile followed. "Yes, well, happens to the best of us, old chum." He harrumphed to clear the fear from his timbre. "Good show, though! Er, if I provided something in the way of startling, would you have a few more of those in you?"

Scrapeknee seems to grow introspective for a moment, trying to most past his nerves or surprise and then realizes "No, that's all of those for today."

Right then! This was no time for jitters, however justified. These horrors needing banishing back into the dirt. Unfortunately, he was not the man for the job. But this didn't mean he couldn't give those workhorses bearing down on the skeletons some choice encouragement.

"Go on, chaps!" he called, his voice echoing trough the small space and somehow bolstering everyone present. "Send these walking ivories back to join the great majority!"

Just revving up inspire courage and perhaps moving out of people's way. +1 attack/damage!

Still, his nerves fade as Willie cheer them all on.

Scrapeknee may appear confident, and resolute... and he is the latter, but the appearance of actual moving skeletons, despite the meaning warnings of undead being possible... the dead are walking, and that is so fundamentally wrong he gasps in trepidation!

And a new day is here, and power refreshed, once more a fiery star erupts from his exhale and streaks at the two skeletons

Spray of Shooting Stars (Su): As a standard action, you can unleash a ball of energy that explodes in a 5-foot radius burst dealing 1d4 points of fire damage per level. A successful Reflex save (DC 14) halves this damage. This attack has a range of 60 feet. You can fire one explosive ball per day, plus one additional ball per day at 5th level and for every 5 levels thereafter. You can fire more than one ball at a time, but creatures caught inside more than one simultaneous explosions only take damage once.
Targeting Skeletons. DMG: 1d4 ⇒ 3

Then he admits, "Sorry, got spooked."

"That's my best guess, Willie," He admits after he's reported his findings on the prints. "I could be wrong but I don't think so."

Then he nods as another light spell comes into being.

Late to the party... darn cold. Survival roll for earlier if allowed... 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19

OjWoj follows, with the others, wanting to say more, wanting to say EVERYTHING so the man can get the details he needs to advise them. But... it turns out something is on the good priest's mind.

Without a thought, Dare clenches a fist and nods resolutely. "Course I'll help."

"We'll g-go," Conrad says decisively.

"I'm with Dare and Conrad, of course we'll help... we'll talk about the warnings we recieved in dreams after but we DO need to talk of them," the young man sounds more firm, not disrespectful, nor pleading, but speaking with a mature assurance. The tragedy has forced him to put some insecurities to the side, at least while there is work to be done.

He does look at the prints, and then when the talk of light arises, he smiles a bit, "How about this?" And with unpracticed ease, he runs his hand over his shortspear's point, and it blooms as brightly as any torch, though the colors less resemble flame and more very bright starlight.

Light spell

"Father Zantus, thank goodness. I know much is going on, but may we have a moment of your time? Strange as it seems, there's been a run of crazy dreams...well, not crazy, I think divine powers are trying to tell us something, not just me and dani."

Scrapeknee looks impressed at Conrad's statement on evil, and nods.

Then looks about for the good Father.

A look at Willie and arches a brow "Willie, some of us shared dreams, and most of us at least had a shared theme, with religious overtones to each. That's not a single knight declaring war on windmills. How we LOOK to others doesn't matter nearly as much as the lives of folks here. I can't speak for others, but barring an arch deva with flaming sword appearing in every building of sandpoint declaring 'hark' I think this is probably as clear a divine warning most mortals will ever see. It must be important, or why would the gods send messages to such unlikely folk? We're not heroes, so it must be that we are in the right place at the right time to help."

Scrapeknee looks.. oddly pleased, borderline smug.

I keep telling them they're good people, and they act like they don't believe me, but yet here they are. even those who are pure of heart may indulge in a little patting of their own back, though he is too good to say 'I told you so'

As she waits for a response, she pipes into the other conversation, "Maybe, Scrapeknee, but I don't know how putting on a blue dress and waving hello to the sunrise helps save the world."

Know GM has been wrapped up with stuff, just keeping the thread active.

A smile at that, not a mocking one, "Well, if you believed mine, rescuing the world might involve taking the time to dance. I don't know. I think the words we were told would be the key factor. And, well, at least each of us now knows we're not crazy or imagining things."

"por que no los dos?" :)

"Yes, Conrad is right, we can take action and that means there is hope." he nods "And I don't know either exactly. That's why I was hoping to pool our various visions together to compare clues and leads."

I know this is a simple mispelling, but 'connard' (with two 'n') is French for 'jerk' or 'd@$%%ead'. Bit of a bilingual joke.

Conrad stares at Willie like he's just grown a second head. He's not certain he got every single word he used, but he's definitely not a fan of the condescending tone.

He frowns. "D-doom? W-why? B-because of the d-dreams?"

Scrapeknee nods, "In the Dream Dani and I shared, Selalia ... a messenger of Desna, told me while omens are not what they were, threads have begun to converge on Sandpoint.A dark cloud hangs over our town and It's up to us to help decide Sandpoint's fate."

"Er... Yeah," Conrad looks sheepish. "Some k-kind of vision. J-Joanna had it too." He shakes his head. "It's n-nothing."

"Actually, I think it is something. You see, most of us had dreams too." He lowers his voice more "In my case, there was a messenger of Desna. Was your dream involving divine matters as well? Because we need to compare notes. A darkness is coming to Sandpoint. That seems to be the common theme."

"Hello, Conrad. Hello, Joanna. Sorry to intrude..." the young Shoanti gives a welcome to both. Then, not sure if Dare or Lita will bring up the subject, but he thought he heard something "Pardon me, Conrad. did you mention a dream?"

Scrapeknee's comments have her turning to him. With a sigh, she packs away her negative feelings, "The spire would never be an option. Xenophobic applies to any outsider, which even with these..." she loops her hair over her pointed ear "I am still an outsider."

Dare barks a laugh at Scrapeknee. "I think one of me's enough."

Scrapeknee feels flustered, but not in a totally bad way.. "Fine. I'm full of silly platitudes, but that's how I am somedays, but I'm still glad you're both here and in one of my few acts of rebellion... so there." Sheepishly, as they make their way towards the Cathedral.

His companions might notice he pauses to check his hair briefly before they get to its doors.

"Well, you both seem like good people to me. If saving people like you do, Dare, makes one a Jerk, then the world needs more jerks.... if you don't mind me saying."

And a nod to Cailyn, "And I don't know about Spirelves, but I know who my friends are and I consider you one. This Spire's loss is Sandpoint's gain."

Scrapeknee struggles to keep up as Ashborn storms ahead Cailyn goes after her. His eyes widen as the latter lets loose a curse he did not expect.

Dare's warnings about Foxglove HAVE alarmed him. If this man is such a monster, and loose in Sandpoint, then he definitely needs to warn his Uncle the Sheriff to keep an eye on the fellow.

Scrapeknee listens to this conversation with growing concern...

"This isn't the first time I've gotten some kind of message from my Goddess or one of her servants. And Scrapeknee's clearly been blessed, so between us, and a disruption of a festival of Desna, messages in our dreams makes sense, but... I couldn't tell you why us. I'm sure the Gods have stronger servants willing to fight this fight. We might simply be the ones who were here, or they have plans on pushing us into being the stronger servants we're looking for. Father Zantus is a good place to start."

"Yes, I think we should definitely talk to him. I'm not...sure what to make of my blessing but I've got a responsibility to use it wisely. I'm hoping you'll be able to make sure I don't bungle it, Lita." He coughs into his hand.

The conversation about Foxglove however is very over his head "He was very focused on you, Cailyn. I thought he just might admire you. There's a lot TO admire, but then I can miss a clue or three when it comes to people so maybe I read him wrong. Maybe you shouldn't be alone with him?"

Scrapeknee frowns when Willie seems to deny having a dream. He had been SO sure everyone would have.

At Dare's concerns, Scrapeknee sympathizes, "I'm not worthy of this trust either, Dare. And I don't know why us in particular. Maybe we're all they've got. Maybe it is because the holy day, the festival, lets them at least advise? All I know is, we appear to be asked for help so... thank you, for answering like this." He actually seems touched at the praise for Sandpoint

Walking to the Cathedral with an ever larger group

"That's personal!" She objects, but then relents as her head turns back toward Scrapeknee. "Actually, you did mention warnings, right? The sunrise angel warned about a- a... 'coming darkness.' Coming here, to Sandpoint." She looked around at all of them. "Even if it was just a dream, something was up with that goblin attack, I think. And those merchants, the two women who wanted me to put on a magic show, they mentioned an interest in ruins here. Thassigonagain or something. I was goin' to the Cathedral to see if they're feeling well enough to chat with. Well, I have personal business with them, but if there's ancient ruins here, maybe that's a good place to start looking for coming darknesses."

"I was going to see Dani myself because.. it appears she and I shared a dream." He focuses on the danger to sandpoint "In which we were warned uhm.. how was it? 'A dark cloud hangs over your home. It's up to you to help decide Sandpoint's fate. I fear that ill omens hang over your head.' and so on. I was told others were receiving messages as well. I asked if I could reach out to you guys for help. The messenger said of course I could."

Scrapeknee doesn't have time to respond at Cailyn's romantic narrative of his and Dani's meeting. Which might be good as he's not sure how to respond to that.

So she nods, "Morning, Princess." She tilts her head toward her companion. "Scrapeknee. Sleep well?"

"I had dreams, to be honest," He answers, "And in that dream I was told others might be getting messages and warnings to. If that's the cause, I thought maybe we should compare notes, He admits, "How about you two?" A side glance to Lita then back to Dare

"I'd ask you to painstakingly detail your dream, but the basics are probably the same. 'You and your companions are needed to prevent a darkness from descending on Sandpoint and destroying all the good cooks.'" she gives her head a small shake, looking a little embarrassed, "Just for example of the oncoming threat, of course"

"Cooks? Mmm... For me it was... 'A dark cloud hangs over your home. It's up to you to help decide Sandpoint's fate. I fear that ill omens hang over your head." He shakes his head, as they walk "I Hope that was a 'you' plural, because i am not qualified to decide anyone's fate let alone a whole town."

And to distract from that mistake, she says "And Dani was there?" her eyes dance with questioning tease "I ask, but only if disclosing would not be in bad taste."

His cheeks heat a bit, "Yes, I mean, she is training to be a cleric of Desna and.. well, I didn't think she was real at first. I'm afraid I was too forward ... I asked her for a dance. We did. Then , of course, I came to realze oh she's really in here, and felt like a fool. And, by the end of the dream I was asking her out. So... if she remembers that, I'll definitely know it was real." Ahem, "But that isn't the important part. You and I both had messages from higher powers. I suspect the others did too. We need to each hear what the other remembers and see if the pieces give us a bigger pattern on what we need to do."

'Godly pushes come from all around it seems' She lightly berates herself for simply wanting to slip back into the cozy daze of literature.

Cailyn looks up, eyes clear and bright again, "Yes, I did in fact." The truly lovely book is regretfully snapped closed. "And it would be impolite to pretend otherwise." She slips off her stool and pats her lips with the napkin that had once graced her lap. Just then she notices Veedie, the energetic hurricane of youth that has Cailyn burst into laughter more than once in this very room. "Veedie, I must cut my repast short. I am sorry for the trouble and the waste. Would you mind disposing of this treat and apologize to the cook for my insult?"

"It'd my honor, Lady Vanderdale," The ten year old curtsies, and takes the treat up, then whispers "Cleo is AMAZING, tell her I said so , please?"

If forgiven, the young woman beams her thanks, then joins Scrapeknee, slipping her arm in his. Or at least she starts to, but then stops, remembering both yesterday's misunderstanding and the adoration in Dani's eyes. Best not muddy any waters, she tells herself, then smiles. "Would you mind if I join you?"

"I was hoping you would" He says, and starts to offer his arm out of habit then chuckles and opens the door for her instead, then follows. The chuckle is a bit forced, but it's there.

It is possible that others may see them heading to the Cathedral as they walk

Scrapeknee woke up, smile still on his face, and he realizes that he ... that that was no ordinary dream. Hurriedly, he rose, and...
There was his gear, his weapons, his armor. He wore it at the festival as much in case crowd control was needed, not because goblins were expected. His smile falters a bit, no, it crumbles, and he sighs when he thinks of those who died. So many more would have if not for Sandpoint uniting, and the heroes he was lucky enough to find himself surrounded by.

It's a new day, yet trouble is still on its way, if the Dream was right. He puts on the armor and takes his weapon, at least it's been cleaned, and he heads into the main area of the Deer and on his way out.
He hears Sarla practicing her music. It's a mournful tune, sad and melancholy. But she is getting better. He sees Rubus behind the counter.

"Hey, Rubus, I need to head out," He feels like apologizing for it, "Tell your dad I..."
"Sure sure," Rubus nods, heir to the Inn, he looks at his cousin as if he doesn't know him anymore, "We got this."

Scrapeknee tilts his head, "Thanks. Is my hair a mess or something?"
HIs cousin shakes his head, "Nope. Just... OjWoj... since when do you... do that stuff?"

Oh. It sinks in He's ...scared of me? Rubus isn't scared of much he... "Since Yesterday, it seems. It's..nothing special about me, more of a ...gift. I'm still me, Cuz."

Rubus looks at him, less afraid, but still a touch distant, "No, I don't think you are, OjWoj. I'm pretty sure you're never going to be the same you again."

And Scrapeknee feels like he just got gut punched, not that Rubus meant it meanly, but it was a truth he... Whatever I do from now on, THIS is with me. I'll never be the same again. I...wow.

Then he's tackled by a ten year old girl, "You're a HERO!" Veedie, youngest of his cousins, seems to be quite sure this is an amazing things, "Your friends saved Jonu's mom! She told me about it! You're a hero! They're heroes! That means I'm hero adjacent!"
Rubus snorts, "It means you need to get to helping mother with breakfast. Go be Server Adjacent."

Veedie sticks her tongue out her older brother, then looks to Scrapeknee, "Tell Cailyn she's cool, she has a magic OWL. That's one of my favorite animals!"
"And you only have like seven favorites," OjWoj fights a smile "But she is cool. Now go help your mom while i goof off doing uhm.. hero stuff."

"Good morning, Scareknee, did you sleep well?" Cailyn asks, looking perfectly arranged in a crisp white blouse and dark skirts. She is holding a book, one titled 'Thasonian Edible Delights: the seven sins in seven bites', which she cracks, even as she greets her friend.

It seems like the avid reader is slipping back to her old habits even with her godly push. Surely Ganny Elda meant she would be needed when she was needed, not when she is not, which seems like the latter is the current, so... she hums a little melody as she nibbles on pastries and words.

And the ten year old girl , Veedie, freezes as if royalty were visiting, her jaw dropping open. Now, by now , Cailyn has seen Veedie and Rubus before, but today, Veedie gazes at her as if she were a brand new person, not just a customer, but a heroine!

And he snoozes with a smile on his face

But will he ever wake up again?!! DUN DUN DUN ;)