Seamus blurts out. Thinking about all the attention he might have brought on himself he continues stuttering in a quieter voice. "He-he is a b-bad ma-an. He-he used to be-eat me-e-e."
Lluvia finds it unlikely that Lamm is literally a devil, but she certainly agrees with the sentiment. Yet, for now, she prefers to listen. Not that she has a choice but to listen anyway. She might not find concrete leads here, but it smells, apart from alcohol and dirty human, like she might find allies here.
"Bartender, please a mug of watered ale and some food for that young man. What is your name, young fellow. And please sit down and eat. You look famished." Seeing the young boy, Barnabas can only feel pity for him. The city is full of lost childs, but I can at least offer him something to warm his belly."Why do you think he is a devil?"
With a bit of sleight of hand Barnabas takes out a perfumed hankerchief to protect him from the bad odors.Oh by Cayden, this fellow is desperate in need of a bath. With good strong soap and a coarse scrubbing brush. And his clothes should be mended soonish.
The tavern goes deathly quiet as patrons instinctively clear the area around Barnabas.
"Oh you've done it now." one of the serving girls says.
Brask looks at Barnabas as if he had grown a second head and had declared his love for all goblin kind and was going to be sacrificing puppies and kittens out back in an hour if anyone wanted to join him.
"What did you just ask for?" Brask asks in a cold, quiet, and quite deadly voice.
Entering the tavern is a moderately tall woman, armed in a stylish armored coat and cloak. She is easily identifiable as a follower of Iomedae, the longsword embroidered in white prominently features on her blue tabard. Pausing at the door, she removes her chain coif revealing light waves of sandy blond hair, and a youthful visage that is nevertheless worldly and cautious; after scanning the crowded room a moment, she approaches the bar.
With a rueful smile, she leans against the bar next to the tall well dressed man, and raises a single brow as she looks at the various spirits and ales available at the bar. Taking her right hand, she gently touches her chin as she contemplates something to drink for herself before speaking to the barkeep in his native tongue.
Looking over her shoulder, she again absorbs the life and commotion in the room, particularly the group convened nearby that appears to be whispering quite seriously. Narrowing her gaze into a squint as she looks about the room, she adds in the common tongue "Busy tonight, isn't it?"
Brask brightens as he hears his native tongue, and smile as he answers the young woman.
Getting a deep red head, Barnabas clears his throat and carefully responds:"I asked for a water-cooled ale for this young man. I mean he is quite young, but still in such a fine tavern he is treated as everyone else... wouldn´t you agree? And ahem, um, another ale for me. Yes, another of this fine ales... please? I mean for each and everyone sitting here at this table?" Hoping VERY HARD that he found the right words to sooth the dwarf, he nevertheless prepares for a speedy exit. VERY SPEEDY! Hearing the words, he switches to dwarven.
Paulus assumes a look of sympathy for the poor boy. Yes, Lamm was a devil. The worst kind, the voluntary kind. His bruises from his own beatings had faded, but his memories had not. His face burns with shame at he thinks of the nine years he has lived after escaping Lamm's clutches, nine years he has allowed that monster to continue despoiling the city's children.
Paulus glances at the newcomer, noticing how out of place she looks in here. He then remembers his own vestments and chuckles, shaking his head. Yes, a very bad idea, in hindsight.
Remembering his brief interrogation of the dwarven barkeep, he is glad the older man is ordering for him, this time.
Lluvia sips from her drink and approaches the scene with the boy, the bartender and the educated man slowly. She just can't allow an abused child to be filled up with alcohol to make it talk. While she is not really trying to surprise the bartender from behind, she hazards the possibility to do so.
"I perfectly agree with the well dressed gentleman." Lluvia nods Barnabas as she uses her melodic, diplomatic voice from her time as embassy employee. She pauses briefly has to clear her throat since she isn't used to speak out that loudly anymore. "The younger gentleman has just encountered a creature he describes as devil and his weakened state must be taken into account before one subjects him to your marvellous, strong and stout brewage. Let us not give him an all to strong drink."
She had her trouble remaining serious as she referred to "younger gentleman". None of the humans around was even half her age and even the dwarves were likely younger. But she had learned by now that no human liked to be treated like the child it is, even those who are children by human standards. It wasn't that she always spoke so aloof, but, despite the grave and terrifying accusation of child abuse, the scene had something comical she could not resist.
She steps besides besides Seamus, goes into her knees and touches his chin softly. "Don't worry, good man. I am Lluvia, an elf in case you wonder about the ears - and you are? You have done a brave thing if you tricked a devil. I should like to know more about your feats and the devil you've defeated. Do you still carry wounds from your adventures? We could find someone to heal you if need be - a true hero always needs to be at its best and cannot afford to carry around wounds."
Obviously it would be wise to look for the kid's parents, but she doesn't want to bring that up until she is sure he isn't an orphan or so.
The smell of the boy was almost overwhelming to Lluvia's fine nose, but Desna is with the children and so is she. She just hoped the wording was not too complicated for him. And that he doesn't have fleas.
@Brask"Go easy on the man, Brask, he's lost his granddaughter." Then, not roughly, Leoros puts his hand on Barnabas's shoulder.
"I wouldn't go runnin' anywhere just yet, your lordship. Folks might get a bit more suspicious."
"Fine. Fine! I'll water it down fer the lad!" the dwarf says as he caves to the pressure, though he grumbles something about Cayden's forgiveness as he fixes the drink.
He snaps out of his reverie at the word 'healing', his self-loathing turning to conviction. Yes, this was something he could help with. It wouldn't make up for his inaction, but it was a start.
Paulus steps slowly toward the disheveled young man, a reassuring smile stretching across his face.
Young man, might I have a look at you, make sure you're in tip-top shape? As the lady here says, you must be at your best at all times." He nods to the young-looking elven lady before turning back to the boy.
(If Seamus allows) Paulus starts to give the rudiments of an inspection, looking for bruising, cuts, scrapes, etc. In reality, when he touches him he funnels a portion of his Goddess's power into the boy, curing any lingering wounds. Paulus closes his eyes, letting Her energy flow through him, feeling at peace for that brief moment.
He opens his eyes and backs away, wondering where that mug of ale was.
Seamus flinches at Lluvia's touch. He jerks his head back; his skin is hot -- fever hot -- to the touch, though he doesn't look sick. His hands scrabble at the table as if to prevent a desperate flight.
"D-don't to-uuch me. Pa-pa-lease don't hurt me-e-e." The youth whimpers pitiably. "I-I h-have been good. Pa-lease don't hurt me again." He flinches before Lluvia and Paulus like he is prey cowering before slavering wolves. In his terror, he is having trouble distinguishing these adults and the adults that hurt him before.
His strikingly blue eyes blink -- once -- twice, and the boy straightens a bit, as if he were trying to piece his dignity back together like jigsaw pieces.
Taking a deep breath, Seamus realizes just how many people seem to be listening to his story. They want to hurt Lamm too!
"He c-calls us his Lambs. We are the unwanted, the unloved, the children nobody m-misses. Some of us he stole. Some he bought. B-but he must be right. No-nobody ever came looking. He makes do bad things. He-e beats us when we fail. He feeds us when we made him happy. You-u h-have too-o make him happy-ee. I didn't make him happy. He had his b-bad men hurt me. Hurt me real b-bad."
It all comes out in a rush, stutters, stops, and all.
Although he fears their touch, Seamus does not fear the extra food that the older man bought for him, and eats it with a hunger.
With a smile and a wink back to Brask, Elise nods and continues responds in his native tongue
Turning around with her ale, she takes a sip and listens to Barnabus, Lluvia and Paulus as they fuss over the street urchin. Lost in thought, she can't help but feel pity wash over her as she observes the boy while thinking to herself My if he doesn't remind me of myself at one time.
The moment the boy breathes the nickname she once carried, Elise's eyes grow wide. Setting down her mug, she shakes her head and states somewhat confoundedly at the lad, finally questioning hesitantly "Did you say he called you a lamb m'lad?" Taking a knee, Elise gently smiles and holds out her hand "Everything will be alright young master, you need not be afraid if that is the case, for I," pausing about and gauging the concern on all seriousness of everyone gathered, Elise nods "and I suppose many here, have your best interest in mind. The master as he likes to call himself, will not hurt you anymore. Her emphasis on the word master suggests that she considers the boys tormentor to be anything but, and indeed is uttered with great contempt and indignation.
Looking over towards Paulus, Elise recognizes instantly a fellow follower of the way and light, albeit a different goddess. Nodding at him, she turns back towards the boy, and speaks gently with a soothing voice "This man here, he can help you if you let him... he means you no harm."
Lluvia nods as Paulus approaches. "Thank you."
On Seamus outburst she looks closely at him and witches the child's face strangle calm, only the way she briefly presses her lips indicate the fury inside her.
"This Lamm will know pain before his end, I assure you that. Because now I am very unhappy with him!" she whispers and immediately lowers her gaze in shame. 'I swore to myself that I will never succumb to grief and hatred again. To realize that even in the deepest darkness there is light. I should be faithful, even when I am tested. She had earlier considered to try and play the hell knights and Lamm against each other, but she doesn't want to let the hell knights get their claws on children, so she drops the idea.
She takes a step back to give Paulus space to do his work. "His skin is hotter than a human boy's skin should be. I think. And being touched terrifies him."
She listens silently to Elise's comments. What exactly did the word 'lamb' trigger in the heavily armoured blonde woman? What did the remark that he likes to call himself 'master' mean? Does she know first hand?
Being surrounded by too many people might frightened the boy even more, so she takes another step back, but not before she asks Seamus a last question: "Do you remember where he keeps the children?" She lets her gaze wander through the room to see whether she still notices the white haired young woman with shy attitude again. She said something about child abuse, too.
Startlingly blue eyes gaze down at Elise in bemusement. It is clear to her that fear and confusion are at war within him. He has no idea how to cope with so many people paying attention to him.
He gives her a tremulous smile.
"Yes-s. His bad men called us Lamm's Lambs. It made him laugh."
Seamus closes his eyes and whispers "He is not a good shepherd. Though we were she-eep. None of us baa-aed when he hurt us. I want to kill him!" This last part is said rather fiercely.
Opening his eyes again, he hunches away from the three closest to him. "I don't like to be touched. A-adults hurt."
For a moment, Lluvia suspects he might not even have heard her question, but after a few moments he turns back to her his handsome features strained by fear and hope. "I-I used to. But-ut he moved us around and I don't kn-know where he took them," Seamus replies plaintively.
Maybe they will hurt me now. I don't know where he is! I swear!
"I'm so-sorry. Please do-don't hurt me."
He nods at the boy before touching him, pulling back a step with his hands up, non-threatening. He understood, he knew how it felt. To mistrust adults. To mistrust everyone. It was only in the Temple that he had been able to overcome his fear, and then just barely.
His eyes widened at the mention of killing, but he nodded to himself just the same. That he could relate to, as well. His time with his Goddess had tempered his anger, but with Lamm there could ultimately be no mercy. The man was too far gone for redemption, and had proven time and again that he could either evade the law, or buy it off.
No one here will hurt you, friend. We were just talking about meeting with a mutual 'acquaintance' and were looking for directions. I'm sure between all of us we can figure something out. Especially with a boy as clever as you are.
Leoros looks at the boy with a mix of pity and revulsion. In all the time he was away, it was business as usual for Lamm, growing fat on misery and leaving gods know how many poor wretches like this in his wake. He leaned down and looked the boy in the eye.
"Pain ain't the end the world. The world ends when you're dead. Until then, we've all got more punishment in store. Stand it like a man... and give some back."
Barnabas makes a little waving motion and with a bit of sleight of hand takes a hankerchief out of Seamus tunic, a fine but plain piece of cloth.
"Do not cry, little one. Wanting to pats the boys head, he stops just before he touches the boy. [i]We have now someone who knows the inside, thats a tremendous start! And enough people who will help me to find my little Electra. I have to find her, we have to find the others. This disgrace has to stop. Oh Cayden, look on our foolish venture and bless it with your favor!"[/b]
Lluvia puts her hood over her head again. So there are quite a few in here who are after Lamm. But there is no doubt that more than just a handful in the crowd would report what happened here to the crime lord for a few coins. And she had exposed herself. Putting up the hood now could at best mitigate the damage, but there weren't that many elves in the city and even though only few got a really good look on her, Lamm would likely be as much after her as she was after him.
She sighed deeply. This was not the way. Lluvia examines the boy closely. While the word of child abuse had been around before the boy started, she believed him. Children telling all kinds of sob story in order to pull through were not uncommon in the Korvosa; which was a shame for society as far as she was concerned. They shouldn't get into a position to be forced to this. Still, his reactions seemed real, he was deeply traumatized. It would have been better for him if it weren't so.
She walked up to Elise and put her hand softly on her shoulder plates, covers lips sideways with the hood to everyone but Elise and speaks relatively quietly: "Excuse me, miss? I believe something must be done about it. And it must be done in a way that not everyone in this tavern learns our strategy. Forgive my intrusiveness, but I have a feeling you heard a lot what the boy said before, am I right? If it is so... I suggest we find out who is on our side, put together what we know, find Lamm and take him down. Are you with me on this?"
Paulus winces as the violet-eyed man speaks.
So harsh. Another tortured soul.
He addresses Leoros. Indeed, life at times brings pain, but it is the duty of the righteous to see that this kind of pain is lessened, especially for these.
He waves a hand towards the cowering youth.
I intend to do my small part tonight, or soon after. We shall free all of the little ones, and bring justice to those that need it.
In from the doorway enters a woman of 6 foot 6, with silver hair, and eyes like sapphires.
She approaches the barkeep and quitely talks to him
"Well, Mr Alpsbane. You'll be glad to know I found the thieves who was pilfering the good wine from your cellar and replacing it with watered wine.
They have been put into Ms Kroft's custody, after a good beating, and you'll be getting most of the wine back after they are used as evidence in the trial."
"The troubleshooting fee this time is for the family, We need some Good Dwarven ale to sell and for Valeria when she makes our meat marinades, we use on the Ribs and chicken we serve."
after a short two seconds she notices barkeep Brask drool a bit from the mention of the Ribs made with their Dwarven Ale marinade.
"Since you seem to really like them, I'll see if can get you the first order of them."
Seeing that no one was about to hit or touch him, Seamus relaxes slightly. There remains a cautious watchfulness about him, but it does not seem like he is about to bolt or curl up in a ball.
He watches Barnabas' 'magic' trick with a little awe and a shy smile for the older man, and he tries to look brave for Paulus and Leoros. Children quickly learn on the street to please the powerful, although Seamus was no longer as quick as he was it was a lesson he had learned well: be what the adults want you to be.
These people seem nice. I don't want them to get sick. So glad they stopped touching me. It likes when people touch me. Maybe I could help them.
"I could show you the old hideouts." Seamus offers hopefully before continuing,"Lamm likes hidden places. Places you can get out of quickly. Like the wharfs or the slums."
Aurora ears perk up at the mention of Lamm somewhere in the room, and starts to look about for that voice that mentioned Lamm.
She finds the table where Lamm's name was spoken and walks to it and as politely as possible says.
"Excuse me, but what do you know of that bast*** Lamm?
As I want to kick his A** for ruining a part of my life."
Seamus looks up at the woman who dwarfs him by half a foot in fear. Now this was an adult. It was all too much.
The nice man's hanky twists in the youth's nervous grip, which did a good job of removing the grime from his fingers revealing healthy skin. Summoning his courage like a tattered cloak, Seamus answers her.
"He is a bad m-man. He hu-urt me. He stole the ni-nice man's daughter. We are go-ing to find him. We are gonna kill him."
Seamus hoped that the other adults -- the one's who fed him -- would protect him if the large woman grew angry with him.
She shouldn't hurt me. If she does, she will get sick.
She does not seem angry at Seamus, but of what Lamm is and has done.
"Oh I know he's a bad man who wrecks families.
And he needs to pay,
A lot."
Zeverin pushes forward through the crowd around the boy, "A lamb, were you?" He eyes the child suspiciously, "It's not like him to be rid of one still so young, you sure you aren't still a lamb?"
He turns to the others, "This is exactly what I was talking, nay warning, about earlier. Look at you all fawning over this child. That's exactly what his lambs do. They fake innocence to get closer to the mark. Have any of you the common sense to question this child's story, or do you all believe blindly what you hear from the mouths of babes?"
He waves off the child with a unbelieving "Bah!" before returning to watch the exterior of the place for any other signs of trickery, turning his gaze inward to scrutinize the child as well.
Seamus quails before the half-orc's tirade, his blue eyes begin to water but he holds back an tears.
I won't cry. I'll be brave.
Standing to full height, Elise gives the elven woman her full attention as she enters into a sidebar with her. Nodding periodically as the woman speaks, Elise observes her closely. Young for an elf, she nevertheless is countless decades older than everyone else in the bar, that much Elise knew of their kind. Being probably at least a century old meant that this woman would be at least fifty years older than Lamm himself, possibly longer, meaning her stake in this affair was certainly more objective and less personal than some of the others here... a good thing to have; too much hot blood makes for brash decisions.
Finally, Elise nods agreeably with her and responds in a kindly but firm tone "We are together in this matter, yes." Looking about the room, Elise measures the others up. The clean cut and well dressed gentleman, looking for his daughter. Paulus, who Elise can't help but feel was a slave to Lamm at the same time she herself was... We're of an age, but both older and wiser than when we were in that criminal's service. There was the harsh speaking man of elven blood, also familiar to Elise. I tried to lead a revolt at one time, it nearly cost me my life. Were either of these men there I wonder? It was so long ago, it's hard to tell. There was that bear of an Ulfen woman, who had gruffly proclaimed a score to settle with Lamm; and finally, there was the street urchin, still in Lamm's grip. Shaking her head, Elise couldn't help but marvel at the wonders of fate, drawing so many enemies of one man in one place "There are many here tonight with a bone to pick with Lamm it seems; perhaps karma may finally be providing balance to his brazen cruelty I wonder?"
Looking again to the elven woman, Elise marvels at her grace and poise, seemingly one trained in the art of dealing with others. Smiling slowly, Elise gives a short half-curtsey and finally introduces herself "I am Elise Warden, a pilgrim of our lady of justice Iomedae."
Paulus swallows his anger at the half-orc's words. Although he didn't believe it, the lad seemed too terrified to be anything but genuine, there was a certain level of sense in the man's words. Like the other crass one, he did not have a social gift, but Paulus liked to take a step back and look at things objectively, and found that he could not outright condemn the half-orc's concern.
Looking again at the youth, Paulus shook his head minutely. No. It was She at work here. This boy was yet another tool for Her to ultimately see Lamm overthrown. There was darkness in Korvosa these days, but for tonight, the forces of Light had gathered. No matter how gruff they might seem.
Did he believe blindly in the boy's words...no. But he believed blindly in his Goddess's will, and Her will was apparent here. Lamm must fall.
Aurora looks to the half-orc as he speaks
"I get the sense that you know, a lot more about Lamm then your letting out right now."
She then adds
"So what do you know about Lamm that your not telling?"
Zeverin looks at the woman, then scoffs, "Look lady, I told all these blabbermouths what I know earlier. In summary, just for you," he adds mockingly, "watch your back, because the man is a snake in the grass. He will use what he can to bring you down if he needs to, so it's best that you not advertise you are out to get him."
"Pretty much everyone knows he's a snake in the grass.
But you seem to know a bit more of how much a snake he is?"
"If you mean that I clearly have enough sense to not mouth of in some crowded tavern about bringing him down, then I guess you may be right. Maybe I do know more."
Garran has heard enough. This Lamm fellow kidnaps children and uses them. It is the only lead that Garran has come across.
Garran stands up from the table where he has been eavesdropping. (Quite unnoticed it seems.) Garran walks over to in front of Seamus, stopping about 3 feet away. Then he squats down on his heals to speak to the seated youth at eye level.
"I've lost my daughter, I don't know this Lamm fellow, be he seems like the sort who would steal a young girl from an inn. I would very much like to see these hide-outs you mentioned."
Garran notices that Seamus is growing nervous again.
"I just want to find my daughter. She's 13, her names is Kathlyn. She has brown hair and eyes, just like her mother.
"Can you help me Seamus?"
Garran seems very sincere.
The youth nods slowly. "Yes. I can show you." Though his thoughts were fever-slow, it was slowly dawning on Seamus how odd it was that there were so many people after the man he also hated.
Clutching the nice, older man's hanky, Seamus points at Barnabas. "He lost someone too."
He pauses.
"Everyone here seems to hate him. Is this a trick? To get me to say I want him to die?"
To the bickering duo, Paulus speaks sternly. This is what the enemy would want. Us second-guessing ourselves, dividing ourselves, weakening already without even a single act! As noted by our friend here, he waves a hand brusquely at Zeverin, perhaps our setting was poor for such talk. However, this man here, another gesture towards Barnabas, was in great need and desperate for help. And his pleas for help were answered! So enough! The rat knows we are after him, or will shortly. Let him know. Let his fear make him mistep. Our purpose is Divine, and shall not be cast aside!
Paulus begins to step in front of the approaching fellow, then stops, noticing the look of his face. Another kindred spirit. Thank you, Sarenrae.
He nods to the newcomer after Seamus' words. Let us go, then, before he can enact a coherent defense.
"Some things are better left unsaid." Garran's face is grave. "If you can tell me more about this Lamm, and maybe show me some of his old places it would be enough for me."
Garran knows this a longshot. He also knows the gruff half-orc is right. It is best not to broadcast one's intentions, when it comes to starting a war with a crime boss. Still, every other person he has talked to has not seen or heard a thing.
Now, he is in an inn full of people who seem to all have a grudge against this Lamm fellow. It has to be more than coincidence.
Garran's eye follows the direction indicated by Seamus. "Is someone missing in your family too?" He asks the older, finely dressed man, in a sympathetic tone.
"He is old -- much older than you. He likes to cut us or have us beaten by his bad men when we made him angry."
Zeverin shakes his head, choosing his words carefully, "Look... I don't... disagree that.... well 'he' needs to.... *sigh* There is an evil that.... no, wait. what I mean.... Okay, you know what good luck."
His mood hardens again as he realizes they don't see what he's trying to say. He thought the follower of Sarenrae understood him at least somewhat. "If you think you got him figured out and will bring him down, then hare off into the streets at night with where he has been before. Trust me, unless this kid got away tonight, and came right here he's up and moved already. There's a reason he hasn't been brought in by the Korvosan Guard already. If someone is going to manage to bring him down, it won't happen from a bar full of good intentions and rash decisions. Anybody of his goes missing, and he didn't personally arrange it, he has likely moved his operations. It will take more than some kid, that may still be his, leading me off into some seedy part of town where anything could happen before I'll think I have a lead."
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Besnik sits and nurses his ale as others gather round the group at the table, spill their own tales of woe and vow vengeance on Lamm. He is particularly interested in young Seamus, but the child is skittish and already has enough people crowding him.
The half-orc seems particularly paranoid, but his excess of caution might not be unwarranted if half the things he has heard about the drug lord are true.
But how to weed out those who would betray them from those who had a real need for vengeance? He wishes he was better at reading people, but up until the recent events has opened his eyes, he had always tried to believe the best of people.
He suddenly speaks up. "For those who are serious about this undertaking, I might know a place where we can talk more privately, and start to make some real plans rather than vague threats."
And hopefully ferret out any traitors he prays silently.
Turning to Zeverin, "And, yes, I can tell you from personal experience that Lamm almost certainly has some of the guards in his pocket."
Seamus eyes the half-orc as he launches into another tirade. None of the other adults seem surprised by his actions. Maybe that's what adults do. It's what makes them so hard to trust. They so quickly go from nice to mean. Better to keep your head down and go beneath their notice.
As the man goes on about Lamm having already moved, Seamus whispers "I said he was gone. I can only show people where he was . . ."
But what can you expect: adults never listen. They already know the answers, Seamus thinks petulantly.
He nods in agreement through Besnik's brief statements. While he agreed with everything Zeverin said, in principle, events were already set in motion. It was time to act. Perhaps the young man had old information, but surely between them all they could figure out something.
I can not speak for any of these others, but I am willing to accept your accommodations. Let us speak privately, then act. This man's granddaughter lives through potential hell as we stand here and parse words."
Barnabas sighs."Aye my granddaughter Electra. She wanted to deliver some goods and wasn´t seen after. I am looking now for weeks and nearly bankrupted myself to find her, but what is money, what is wealth? I do not know the last night I could sleep at all, I get the shiffers and I can not stand aside any longer. I might be old, but I have seen a lot and bad things not just go away, and waiting doesn´t help neither."
"I'm not saying that anyone should just wait. I myself have finally decided it was time to pay a certain someone the violent and painful debt I owed them. I'm just saying some of you may be chomping at the bit a little too hard, and too recklessly for it to end in your favor."
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She was scared.
Being the first time she was in a place this. The smells, the way of speaking made her tremble in fear from a distant childhood, but no real memory was forthcoming , just fear and dread.
It has been some hours she was in the tavern, the angry dwarf had already served her a meal and a beverage and several angry stares.
I’m not sure what I’m doing wrong, why he keeps staring me?
She did her best to hear the whole place at once, trying to pry some useful information, and even though she heard Lamm name being said several times, she was always unable to understand more than that.
She noticed the gathering of patrons talking about Lamm.
The noble one, an Aasimar, she remembered her master teachings, the strange windy woman a descendant of air elemental. The beautiful elf woman and the other aasimar. This is a strange gathering indeed.
She, unlike everyone else in the room, was not moved by the dirty boy crying. I know suffering, way more than you ever faced, your tears are proof enough you are just a weak person. she muses.
She was amused at the dwarf outburst, and felt marveled at how the others were able to smooth him. I can never do something like that.
She had listened enough, she was afraid of them, but at the same time she was captive of their diversity and motives. All I want is revenge, even though I’ve known suffering at Lamm’s hand, what really pains me is my master situation…
A young girl, sparking green eyes, golden hair, dressed as a farmer, carrying a large bag and a huge sword at her back approach the gathering trying to blend in, but failing.
She open her mouth once as if trying to say something but unable to do it, then she take a deep breath before whispering to no one and everyone at same time ”I could not help to hear your interest in this Lamm person. If you are going after him, could you please take me with you?” and it’s not hard to see that it took a lot of courage for her to say that.
Hearing young boy out of the chaos of the conversation raging on, Elise smiles gently and whispers to him "It's okay, I know he'll have moved on from wherever you were held by him. Any help you can provide will be most appreciated though." Turning her head on a slight angle and continuing to smile gently, Elise again takes in his pitiful visage, and folds her hands together, using very non-aggressive body language as she asks "Do you have a name?"
Observing the room, Elise raises her brow somewhat ruefully as the conversation grows ever more heated. Counting the numbers as they swell to more than ten, the young woman scratches her head, Incredible that Lamm would ruin so many lives; this is starting to look more like an army of folks with debts to settle with him.
Turning towards Besnik, Elise smiles gratefully but adds "Your offer is sensible, but maybe unnecessary." Looking over at Brask behind the bar, Elise leans in with a smile while sliding several silver pieces across the hardtop
Leoros regards Seamus and absentmindedly rubbed his nocked ear. It was hard enough on the streets without someone like Lamm "looking out" for you. This kid already seemed broken. When he'd run with the Lambs, boys far younger than Seamus were already hardened cutthroats.
He turned to regard the Sarenite and the Iomedaen. They acted as if this were some sort of crusade. Oaths and prayers meant as much to Lamm as the pleas of children. He was a mad dog and he needed putting down.