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With a word Morde takes to the air, flitting from tree to tree ahead of the group. "The point of our villages and cities are not to be invisible. We strive to preserve the nature around us and live within what the world provides instead of shaping it to our will. However with the rise of man, the difficulty to locate us is certainly appreciated." Tiasar appears to be just reciting facts, but a hint of displeasure for man can be heard in his voice.
Tiasar rarely enjoys company in his room, but Liath was quickly becoming an exception. The combination of eagerness to learn, helpful attitude, and (although he would never admit this one) attractive features was welcome. He spent much of his time pouring over some times on the hierarchy and ability of devils, then gives a nod when Morde checks in. "The plan is going well for now. We won't get details until Morde can return."
Tiasar looks haughtily past Jusker, as if bored and annoyed at the matter. "Ah, but you didn't you simpleton." Tiasar pulls down the shoulder of his robe, revealing the newly made crossbow-hole in his shoulder. "There's a piece of me out there on the trail somewhere due to your incompetence. The deal was that I was brought here unharmed, and you have failed. No wonder you're a starving street rat, every time you get a job you're lazy and try to break deals." He waves a hand dismissively. "Go back to your gutter and starve. I'm going to find a proper fighter."
After some training Tiasar feels a little excited. He's seen some of the theater the more free-spirited elves have put on, and he feels like he gets to experience that. It's interesting to say the least. Back at the tavern Tiasar is surprised his room is already payed for. He leans towards Jusker and says, for probably the 20th time this week, "Is this normal human custom?"
Tiasar shakes his head. Typical cleric type. "They are motivated to survive. In this harsh land I don't blame them." "Whatever person is in charge I feel had a very good chance of seeing through a double agent. I still want to have a spy that doesn't know he's a spy. Alternatively, we could release him and follow him without his knowledge."
"I say it is a plan they will anticipate. Even if it works we will only take out one small group and won't hurt the larger organization. We need a spy, but uur spy needs to be somebody that does not realize they're a spy." Tiasar looks up, nodding as the idea forms. "We scour Bastion for men that would be good candidates to be recruited and keep tabs on them. We have two birds at our disposal that could follow them without attracting attention, and Morde is capable of speech so he can tell us exactly where he is being taken. Recruits will probably lead us back to the boss instead of some group."
Tiasar softens. Sometimes I forget the struggles of the world outside our leafy halls. "Well I was once so absorbed in a project I forgot to eat for sixteen hours, but you're right, I have never had that unfortunate experience." He wants to say something else to the man: We're not the bad guys, you don't have to resort to banditry, there are better ways. But the man was right, he made a choice, and his choice was to survive. It was at the expense of others, but harsh times breed harsh men. It was unfortunate, but not illogical. Tiasar leaves and goes back to the others, seeming lost in thought.
Oh by the Eye. Tiasar thought the man might be scared by their show, but quite an overreacting to minor magic. Once the leader appears to be friendly, Tiasar lazily waves a hand to Liath and Barbie. "I will call you should your services be required again. Make sure to keep this one intact, there are so many uses for a healthy body." He says, gesturing to the unconscious bandit.
"Yes, that sounds excellent. However my tricks are restricted to visual effects only, no sounds or smells or temperature changes. Still, sight is the most influential sense." Tiasar takes on the demeanor of one of his teachers, a very stern old elf who always gave off the feeling of everything being less important than him. He does his best to gaze down at the bandits with little care, as if they are worms that are wasting his time. The whole time he keeps an eye on his image, making sure to keep Liath as terrifying as possible. Her appearance, he hopes, strikes fear into them. Tiasar slowly steps forward, giving an exasperated sigh. "Such a waste of time." He looks down at the poor man. "I wanted to put your body to use, but they insisted you stay alive. Please, refuse to tell me where your base is. I do so need another test subject."
"I suppose my only concern is that if we run into your men that we are not taken for bandits ourselves and can acquire their aid if need be, in addition to anybody other than bandits who would otherwise act against us. But I understand the risk involved." "Guard captain Argus. Thank you. I believe we should go talk to this man now."
DM Ancient:
A bribe? Well that's...hmm... Tiasar leans back, carefully considering. I remember Mr.Ragnos complaining of the cost of weapons and armor, there can be some money to make there. In addition it would be much easier, including safer, to conduct my research on the wards without the interference of bandits. Also having a figure of importance indebted to me can be invaluable. Of course there's the risk involved, but proper planning can mitigate the chances of serious injury... After a solid two minutes of sitting silently, Tiasar clears his throat and nods. "Yes, I will do what I can to help." Morde punctuates this with a "Caw!", going back to peck at his piece of beef.
DM Ancient:
Tiasar looks around the dining room. Ah, now this is how to live. Before things go much further, he quickly whispers to Morde. [smaller]"We're in a higher society setting, be on your best behavior. And try not to fly around so much." He smiles a moment at the feast, then frowns. They have the resources to bring us a feast, but not to better Bastion? The young wizard's attention is turned to who he assumes is Lord Markov. It takes Tiasar all of two seconds to realize this man's social grace and subtleties are going to fly way over his head. He decides to take words at face value, for now. Tiasar gives the man a traditional elven bow, a sign of respect to elders or ones in power. "Greetings Lord Markov, it is my pleasure to meet your acquaintance." Tiasar sits and compiles a small plate of fruit and cheeses, seeming to arrange them in a very specific manner, and on the side he sits a single piece of beef. He starts experimenting with different fruit and cheese combinations, a habit he's picked up since learning of the various cheeses that humans make.
"Of course. If all the wards failed I would hope that much more than just me would have come." Tiasar nods, already anticipating the underestimation of him. "Well, I cannot predict how I can make a change, but failing to at least attempt would be a dishonor to Kathar's memory and everybody that made Bastion possible."
Tiasar looks with mild disappointment at the temple. You would think they would at least keep the temples in good order. His ears perk up at the mention of scrolls, but he knows he doesn't have the money on hand to afford any. When Father Cadd comes out Tiasar gives a slight inclination of his head. "Tiasar Auvreathem, Ms.Gwenilian and I traveled here together."
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