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Okay, thanks for the head's up, glad to hear back from ya though, was getting worried for a bit there.
Wednesday nods in agreement with Tiadora while watching Salvator.
"Who was this Mercenary?" Wednesday asks Laori before turning to Salvator. "Have you tried a different style, or maybe talk with some Desnans? Kuthonites would certainly give you encouragement but that might not exactly help where you're at right now." "And what event would that be, Miss Laori?" Wednesday adds a second question to enthusiastic Kuthonite.
"You dreamt of him?" Wednesday starts as he looks over the painting, occasionaly glancing down at his arm with all the symmetrical crisscrossing scars. "Ones like you can be quite refreshing, though." he says as an aside to the Kuthonite, though just as dangerous, he kept from saying that part aloud as old phantom pains ran through the arm. "So you take your nightmares and seal them with paint, so that others can have them instead... have you not been having any bad dreams lately?" Wednesday asks as while still looking at the painting with Laori.
"Hi When Firaldi offers up the paintings he quickly adds "Works in progress, quite a treat I'd say."
Oh goody, another one. Wednesday bitterly thinks even as he puts on a hollow smile and introduces himself. "Pleased to meet you miss Laori, I'm Wednesday." He makes sure to keep both Sal and the woman in his field of view, mostly to see the artist's reaction.
"Valid points," Wednesday admits. "Doesn't diminish the silliness of scene."
"If someone tries to mug you I'm gonna laugh," Wednesday tells the carefree looter as he tries to carry out some of the paintings.
"Is that where you want to go?" Wednesday asks Sal.
"Yep," Wednesday quips as he heads with Salv and the others towards the exit.
"Thank you, I'm sure they will make some collector somewhere very happy," Wednesday absentmindedly comments as he watches the expressive man wander back off.
"Is Arkona loyal to the Queen? If not entirely then Neolandus might still be alive. If he's useful as a pawn or bartering that is." Wednesday muses aloud.
”A couple of them in fact. Sharp and pointy.” Wednesday adds.
"Inhale, then exhale," Wednesday tells the man.
"Know any of his haunts?" Wednesday adds, looking at the scared painter.
”Yeah, I think it’s a safe bet that no longer being imprisoned will do wonders for one’s state of mind.”
"You can't force art," Wednesday muses as he looks at the incomplete painting.
"... sure?" Wednesday offers as he steps aside to let the man out.
Saw this but wasn’t able to respond due to the site. Tolenn, it has been an absolute wonder to play with you, you’ve portayed probbaly my absolute favourite Paladin I’ve ever seen, and thank you for putting up with me for so long. Take care my friend. *sends hugs*
"On it," Wednesday replies as he makes his way over to the door to open it.
With the opening provided Wednesday follows in behind Tiadora.
”Hmm, that would require Pilts to recognize the victim, he doesn’t seem like the type to think much on who he had executed.” Wednesday comments, nonplussed.
Wednesday nods. ”Sounds like your lot needs a union. Or at least a guild. Andoran and Kaer Maga have em.”
”Careless patrons... right...” Wednesday muses. ”Whelp, luckily you chose the much more nobler path of absolutley anything else that you happen to be doing now.”
"Oh, well THAT's no surprise. Have you ever been to Exemplary Execrables?” ”No.”
Wednesday blinks then turns to Firdall. "It's the process AFTER the head chopping part. The stuffing and the mounting."
"Huh, guess we'll just have to make sure to kill him before he has a chance to beg for mercy next time, provided a rioter or loose roofing shingle doesn't do him in before then." Wednesday muses.
Wednesday clucks his tongue as he see all the mounted heads. Following after the young man he rolls his eyes when he sees him start to loot the place.
"A good invitation if we ever need to go deal with them.
Wednesday nods. "Could fetch a right place from a buyer... presuming you could find one in this plague and flame rotted city."
Tolenn merely shrugs, "Curios, is all..." then joins the others in entering Pilt's house. Wednesday arches a brow before shrugging in agreement. "You two know anything about Pilts employing a painter?" Wednesday asks the eager trapfinder and cautious archer as he looks over the storage room before heading over to the covered paintings.
Wednesday nods and follows in behind Firdall towards the sounds.
No words need be exchanged when Tolenn signals to him, though not having given it much mind till now Wednesday promptly helps the Paladin topple the butchering tool. When she goes over to investigate the charred remains of the Gnome he tilts his head but doesn't otherwise comment till she is back. "You recognize him from somewhere?"
"Sure." Wednesday says with a shrug to the young man. Keeping an eye out he follows his lead.
"No telling if that whackadoo trapped anything, I'll be on point, unless either of you are good at finding traps and other unexpected unpleasantness." Wednesday tells the newcomers, though his gaze shifted to the more excitable of the two.
”Just blame the assassin.” Wednesday comments.
Wednesday blinks and stares at the excited man... until he eventually mentions that they put the fire out. "I don't think he will... but he's rich, so no biggie."
"Oh, goody" Wednesday let out in his normal tone. Which meant is was hard to tell if he was being sarcastic or genuinely enthusiastic about assassins.
Wednedsay nods along with the Archer, curious now at what all Pilts had squandered into his hideout.
"Huh," Wednesday lets out as he looks at the mask Firdall proudly presents. At the lad's question he tilts and looks around. "Pilts lived in one I would say, no telling what's all stashed there."
Wednesday unconsciously rolls his eyes at Kroft’s mention, but when Tiadora mentions that she “recognizes” them his attention refocuses. ”Oh?”
Wednesday nods to the woman. ”Let us hope. Now, he said you were looking for friends? Or was that just part of the verbal pageant?”
”Is Vencarlo okay?” Wednesday asks the women, Tiadora, after she gave a much succinct response.
Wednesday, a man made up of scars and burns with hungry red eyes (and still holding everything he had pillaged from Pilts), blinks at the chatty newcomer. Out of everything the great Firaldi chatted about the Ranger plucked out ”Mantis Assassins?” to ask.
"Hmm..." Wednesday lets out, making sure the sound is as audible as possible before looking to Tolenn.
Wednesday nods and then promptly begins doing as instructed without hesitation.
”There’s not any prisons around.” Wednesday tells Tolenn.
"Oh shut up." Wednesday growls out in annoyance as he slips around to better vantage the raving man between himself and Tolenn before swinging.
"Really?!" Wednesday hisses despite himself when he is nicked deeply by the razor. Narrowing his eyes he angrily brings his sword down on the the Emperors before him, more akin to smashing with a club than slicing with a blade.
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