"What in Hell?-"
Vergian is stunned momentarily by the odd creatures appearance but fires for effect his pistol
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Verigan lays a hand on his pistol as he follows Zova, being careful of his surroundings as he enters, still cautious about the beings that they are following. He shakes the thought perhaps it is just his sense of paranoia.
Verigan rushes out the door with the rest of the party feeling that with their help he could get closer to knowing the fate of his only parent even if he had to take a slight detour "Wait! Perhaps you have room for just one more?"
hey! im back from vacation can someone be kind enough to give a rundown of whats happened thus far
hey guys sorry im on vacation currently ill try to post when i can
my posts are gonna get a little slow because im on vacation
"Yes, that sounds reasonable thank you. I overheard the party at the table I was sitting at talking about such things"
"So are you saying there is also a chance that she could have been kidnapped for whatever reason these things thought it necessary?" "Was she involved with anything..bad? If you had the means to go looking, where would you go? Do you think this Dark-moon wood would be a good place considering their characteristics were similar to a werewolves with their strength"
Verigan takes this all in with a tinge of sadness but his face betrays nothing. He ponders the conversation for a few moments, however he feels a stab of hope "So.. quite possibly. She may or may not be dead? I mean surely that is a mortal wound but did you actually see her die? Why would werewolves target her? What connection do they have to her? Where could I find some of these werewolves and what do we already know about them?" Verigans mind raced with possibilities as he fired off question after question. His brain never missing a beat thinking about his mother and what has become of her
Verigan pulls out the leatherbound journal from his knapsack, and holds in front of him "I need you to tell me about my mother. Specifically why did she die and if this notation is yours. I am also wondering why she was investigating attacks down here thats not something a smith would normally do. What is so important about the caravans that run from here"
Verigan his eyes never blinking or wavering nods his head in the affirmative "Perhaps there could be somewhere to talk where there would be less ears?"
Verigan fingers the pages of the journal at his side, contemplating. He leans back in the chair and rests his hands on his chest. Finally, he throws a side-wards glance at the kitchen and then turns back to Zova "Intriguing, and possibly its funny how small a world can be. I might have to talk to the fellow. Please excuse me for a moment" Verigan makes a calm brisk stride towards the kitchen doors where Jak was and enters
Verigan catches glance of the man named Jak sheepishly place the food on their table. Verigan watches as the man goes back into the kitchen. Vergian's gaze doesn't leave the kitchen door as he responds to Ford. He stifles a slight laugh as the ranger mistakes the dwarfs identity, and jabs a thumb to himself in correction "Yes, I have quite a personal interest in smithing. My late mother did it. You wouldn't happen to know who the fellow is who fumbled the food by accident? I imagine he owns the place but whats his name?" Verigan catches himself before his questions start to seem suspicious and tries to play them casually "How well do you know him?"
I'm also not trying to de-rail the story or anything by not being cooperative i'm just trying to act in character because Verigan has his own goals and needs a little convincing to do anything else unless it involves reaching them
Watching as Kiezel stands up, not particularly caring not much for conversation or others problems unless it helped him "Name's Verigan, I've been looking for this Inn and a bartender in particular. However, you said something about a werewolf problem?" Verigan's eyes widen turning to Ford
hey guys sorry I was busy for the Independence day weekend
Verigan holds Fords gaze while talking to him
Verigan watches as the Dwarf converses with the Man, he raises an eyebrow slightly as he speaks in a foreign language. The Dwarf seems to be very welcoming and Verigan takes the offered seat "You're quite alright, and thanks. I'm glad to have some food in my stomach. So, how do you know each other? Its not every day a Man and Dwarf converse. Verigan takes the food gratefully and nods toward Ford
Verigan takes in the smell of cinnamon, and remembers his Mother and that fateful day. Tears tugging the corners of his eyes, and slightly choked up at the thought of his only family. He brushes away the thought from his mind and enters the Inn. The smell of cinnamon very welcoming to him.
Hey sorry just got home and updated the profile |