Xathrid smiles as the last member ascended to the roof. "up we go." he mutters and hauls himself hand over hand up the braided hemp
Xathrid's armor makes a faint jingle, but the thin metal links do not impair his movement
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Xathrid silently waves to the two women, motioning them upward
Xathrid waits for the others to climb up the rope, he presses against the wall, hoping to be overlooked by the casual observer. stealth take ten "hurry up, he hisses through his teeth... I don't trust the puppets... I thought that puppet would stay behind and we would do the work
Xathrid also approaches, slowly spinning the staff in his hand, "okay, we are here, say what you have been told to and then answer my questions." his words are as blunt as the staff he holds
not that I don't appreciate tradition, but the need for a thief is not mandatory. It all depends on the way you think." Xathrid has a faint thoughtful grin... if all you have is a hammer...everything begins to look like a nail
Xathrid has a faint smile as he watches the others introduce themselves, "I suppose I am the next to speak," He moves away from the table and towards the group. "I am Xathrid Vosh, I am a magus of balance, I can use the magics of life and death. I am capable of using my magic to heal or to harm." His cloak flutters slightly as he bows, using his staff to keep his balance, "Whomever is interested in joining this endeavor will find me a steadfast ally, and quite useful besides." Xathrid ceases his speech and looks to Sunset, whom prompted the discussion, but didn't contribute.
"The other group may be inconvenienced, but Seven thousand gold pieces is certainly worth the time and effort required to destroy a group of thugs." The pragmatic human shrugs a solitary shoulder, his simple disregard for the value of human life is chilling if viewed by a person with a strict sense of morality.
If what you say is true. I will gladly help" Xathrid says softly, "I can use the money." His staff begins to idly twirl as he looks over the maps
"Really?" intrigue creeps into his voice, thoughts immediately turning to acquisition of the powder. "Did you just decide that random travelers would be the best people to enlist for this job? And besides, what is in it for me?"
Xathrid's staff ceases its slow spiral, coming to a halt and resting against his shoulder. His lips start to stretch into a grin. "Is that so?" His voice is not exactly smug, but he just seems to be confidant and slightly annoyed at your assumption that he would help you, but he is willing to help if you are persuasive enough.
Xathrid listens to the words of Strigh, silently listening to the overbearing personality with a smile. Spinning the staff slowly in a circle, end over end. Keeping an eye on the drider and the orc, making absolutely no attempt to hide his interest in the group.
Xathrid enters the tavern, ducking beneath the frame and into the darkened room. Pushing back his dampened hood a figure captures his attention. Xathrid moves to the bar, deciding to keep an eye on the man, while he orders a drink. he leans against the chair, and faintly spins his staff with one hand, keeping an eye on the man and the door.
After moving a short way through the crowd, he slips up into the shadows near a building, waiting for the throng of people to thin. His thick grey cloak absorbs the wet salty winds blowing off of the ocean. Xathrid sees the elf girl rise from the water, and watches curiously, though silently from a short distance away. The chest that she drags up from the bottom of the ocean intrigues him, to the point where he simply watches the amphibious humanoid. He wonders where the chest came from, and what it may contain. Iraedra's arrival causes Xathrid to gasp. An absolute massive spider leaps onto the docks, with a black skinned elf riding the creature.
A thin man in a darkened cloak walks down the gangplank, the sea air rippling the heavy material. Beneath the upraised hood, his eyes are carefully watching and deciding on the course of action that he should take. He has told no-one of the reason that he has left Xanic, and he has not indicated to another what his true purpose in the country is. Fading into the crowd, he uses his walking staff to provide himself with the means to not be bustled over by the roil of people.
Xathrid looks at the elf, "Elenessandr... Yes, I see why 'Sunset' is much easier to say." Though he horribly mispronounces her name the first time, he does not look extremely foolish, just uneducated. The air around the human seems vaguely cold, though not temperature-wise, it is more of a chill of the spirit than of the body.
"Xathrid means 'to weigh' or 'to trade' in the old tongue" he explains shortly with a small smile Xathrid looks calmly over the others in the room as he smoothly extracts his hand from Suny's grip,
Xathrid looks at Iraedra, and then at Suny, his gaze is one of weight, as if he is judging you... The look lasts only a second, but it is strange and difficult to forget "My name is Xathrid, I am a priest of balance." he takes Suny's hand in a grip that is neither strong nor limp, but average in every way you can perceive, and shakes it softly up and down
Xathrid enters through the door, his cloak of dusky grey hangs down, clutched in his hand is a simple black staff with a twisting white spiral. Pushing back his hood, he reveals himself to be a fair skinned fellow, with dark hair. His attire seems to be practical, though a faint jingling seems to indicate he may wear armor beneath his clothes. Bowing his head he looks to the others and gives a smile. "A pleasure to meet you all." |