Vesper is a city big enough to have more than one market, but when people think of ‘The Market’, they’re generally thinking of the part of the city where the main road coming up from the docks runs into the old Pre-Rifts road running north-south. Quite aside from the docks, warehouses and stores in the area there’s also a large open ‘forum’ frequently used as a bazaar. This is the time of year when it starts to get busy too as trappers, explorers and tribes men come north to trade what they’ve found in the marshes, forests and D-Shifting wildernesses of the area popularly known as ‘Dinosaur Swamp’. This year The Market has been busy for some months already with traders and salvagers coming in from Vanished Point to both buy and sell. All in all, it’s a good time to be in business. There isn’t anything made that //someone// somewhere doesn’t need and need farily regularly, double so if it goes ‘boom’, prevents someone from going ‘boom’ or cleans up after something has gone ‘boom’.
Ghost, the dragon cat, isn’t with Aiden today and one may get the distinct feeling that he’s more friend or sometimes adventuring partner than mount or ‘familiar’ to the psychic soldier. Which is fine, really. While people tend to make room for the ginormous D-Bee, it does make getting around a bit slower and the Market is particularly crowded today. Aiden’s just finished offloading his ‘haul’ of medical supplies from his repo job in Saren’s Rest and is wandering through perhaps ever so slightly more wary than the average traveller. Particularly loud, sudden noises get a bit of start from him, but you almost have to be looking for it to tell.
The Market is a veritable hodge-podge of fashion, everything from mage robes to workers togs and Aliana doesn’t get much of a second glance with her hooded tunic and light armor or the back metal hilt of the sword that rides over her shoulder. She’s here for some buying and selling as well, stocking up on supplies that cost easily double at Saren’s Rest. Ah, the price of convenience. The blonde’s spent most of her life in and out of bazaars. She knows how to keep her valuables safe from the average pickpocket and haggle wih the stall owners.
The blonde shifter comes up on Aiden’s shoulder, but doesn’t call attention to herself. She’ll shadow him if he doesn’t notice her, from about all of a foot or two away. She’s not trying to go unnoticed, just not bringing attention to herself.
Not every job Bridge takes involves driving through dangerous territory. Today, her black truck’s bed is being used as a market booth, displaying the wares of the person that hired her time while she paces slowly from the nose of the truck and back again, acting as a guard for her vehicle as well as the merchant and their wares.
Stepping toward the bed of the truck once again, she WANTS to ask when they’ll be done here, but that would reveal exactly how bored and impatient she’s become. And that is just not permissible.
Slaine lives in Vesper. Sort of. She lived in Vesper right up till Vanishing Point showed up and Sarens Rest became established, then she ‘moved’ there. Still, she comes back to Vesper to visit – she does have family here – and this is one of those occassions. The markets, of course, hold produce for Grans bed and breakfast and the tiny redhead is out collecting supplies.
No one argues with Gran when she tells you to go fetch.
Weaving her way through the crowds, deftly avoiding those who might step on her or knock her flying (for once), she’s approaching the flatbed where Bridge is facing and her eyebrows rise in recognition, even as she spots Aiden and his blonde shadow. Who he doesn’t appear to have seen – what fun!
She waves to both of them as she stops at the truck and starts looking through the wares.
Morris Tibbs happens to have set up his own truck fairly close to Stella’s rented out display. After snapping a few instructions up to the men loading the flatbed, he walks, nay saunters in the direction of Stella. “Bored already, delivery girl?” He says amiably,. She’s run security and moved a few of his shipments into Dogwood and the surrounding area, so he doesn’t hesitate with the friendliness or the assignation of a nickname. Truth be told, he’s lingered in Vesper less due to actual need within the city proper, but out of the safety that a lack of interest brings. They prefer their machine guns and engines powered by bottle lightning and astral circuits and the mewls of unborn kittens…so those dealing in diesel and sheet metal and microchips who need a safe place to bunk down between runs, well, one can do worse than Vesper.
“YOU THEIVING LITTLE CUNT!” while not remotely thunderous or booming with base, the voice does have a certain quality to it that allows it to travel shockingly well. There are a few startled expressions before those who are regulars to the bazaar just hide knowing grins and move on about their day… though not to far. There might be entertainment to be had. “I ain’t steal nothing!” comes the rejointer, “Ah-ha! So you admit to being an /honest/ little cunt then!” the first voice declares triumphantly. It belongs to a rather small man, both in frame and stature, who’s face carries a slight shadow of beard growth (perhaps the only way to be certain he’s not still a boy) and a pair of soot smudges at his chin he must be entirely unaware of. He wears sensible clothing, nothing fancy, and there are the markings of hard work upon it. Charcoal at the edges, fraying cuffs, the leather apron he’s wearing is dinged up and clearly worn, it’s pockest buldging with bits of this and that… though who would want to eat that pear when there appears to be a greasy spring burrowing into it’s side is anyone’s guess. One of his sleeves is rolled down and he wears a black glove on that hand, the glove oddly sewed to the sleeve as if it might fall off otherwise.
The ‘cunt’ in question is a tiny old lady currently worrying her gums over a wad of tobacco the size of her own fist and glaring daggers at the tradesman yelling at her. “Honest as the day is long and as much cunt as you are cripple!” she spews a long trail of brown liquid through the air and it lands at his feet, “Plus I got half an inch on you! Who you callin’ ‘little’??” she grins a gummy smile his way. “It’s fall.” he says deadpan. “Means the days are getting awful short.” he points out, “Which I’m betting is why you think I’m paying those prices for iron, that or that chew of yours has got more in it then a little leaf.” he kicks dust over her nasty spit. One gets the feeling this exchange is more habit now then real fire as the shouted exchanges havn’t yet devolved into any sort of violence despite the insults.
Aiden has just enough time to wave to Slaine in a subdued fashion before the loud outburst to his right draws his attention and he startles to a stop, one hand drifting down toward an utterly ordinary looking revolver. Aliana might run into him if she’s not paying attention. As the psychic isn’t a regular it takes him a moment to pick up the fact that while the exchange is drawing a few looks there isn’t the kind of concern that would signal it as anything out of the ordinary. Put simply, apparently, this is something that simply happens possibly with those specific two on the regular.
The muted ‘thuds’ from the southern road, though, those are drawing attention and it doesn’t take long to figure out why. They belong to a dragon. Specifically they belong to Kailastia, a rather regal looking pale blue specimen of an adult dragon standing near fifty feet tall and posibly half again that long if you count the tail. She’s moving with something of a feline grace as a much smaller but still impressive looking trio of tall wolf like D-Bee’s in armor with rifles walk before her, clearing away anyone who doesn’t notice her approach. Not that there are many.
Kailastia is on the council here, the famed ‘Thirty’ though she’s almost never seen especially in the last year when Sarenthon arrived. For her to appear now in the market has murmurs running through the crowd – the part of it that isn’t simply discretely exiting figuring whatever momentous occasion has brought her out is too momentous for them.
Aliana Knight does indeed run into Aiden, but that’s because her attention was pulled by the dragon and not the shouting match. Even with all the D-Bee’s she’s seen, an adult dragon is always a sight.
The blonde’s hand comes to rest in the center of Aiden’s back and then she notes a soft voice, “We need to move.” They’re not directly in the way, but the shifter would prefer not to have to be moved if Kailastia leans one direction.
Bridge eyes Morris as he approaches and tosses a little verbal jab by way of greeting. “You know this isn’t my preferred environment.” She seems about to say something more when the shouting match starts up and she tenses. Her hand goes to her sidearm and she watches as most of the market-goers just dismiss the pair and move on. That’s enough to make her start to stand down again.
Well, until a dragon approaches on a stroll through or something. As much as Bridge really has a problem with mind-talkers, they are merely headache-inducing. A //dragon// is … far, far worse.
Dhe turns to the merchant who hired her and says flatly, “Pack up. We’re leaving. You have thirty seconds.”
“Don’t worry about them…” Slaine waves a hand in Leo’s direction “… that’s just how they talk to each other.” Raising her voice she calls over to the Leo “Don’t let Gran be hearing you use that language, Leo…” Whilst most will try to not to annoy the man, Slaine doesn’t seem to care. Much. “Hey, Mr Tibbs.” she nods to the dark skinned man who’s talking Bridge.
The thuds have her turning and she’s skittering out of the way, following Aliana and Aiden to safety. “Wonder what’s bought her out….” she breathes, as much to herself as her new companions.
Leo’s sparring partener seems ready to fire another shot his way when the dragon shows up and her mouth just sort of hangs open as she stares behind him. He quirks a brow, “Oh come now,” he says with a smirk, “surely you’ll not be bested so easily? Ooo! Or better yet you have been and shall, in clear mortal shame for your earlier attempted robbery, pay /me/ to take your iron off your hands?” he sounds half hopeful. She just points over his shoulder and he turns to look, untrusting, then pauses. “Huh.” Stare. “Well then.” Stare. “That’s new.” he turns back around in time to see the old lady kicking the supports out from under her wagon window’s sale flap, letting the wooden shutter slam down with a clatter. “See you next week cripple.” she says, moving with shocking aclarity for a woman of her advanced years, and clamboring up into the drivers seat, her little sitting stool in tow. “OH COME ON!?” he exclaims, looking suddenly worried, “I needed that shipment!” the old lady just grins down at him as she kicks the wagon to life, it’s wheels slowly picking up a soft purple glow, “Then ya shoulda bought it when ya walked up, eh Euclid? Now ya get to wait a week.” she’s squeeks a little cackle and then is trundling off, fighting her way into traffic.
“Well.” Leo watches her go. “Fuck.” and runs his hand through his hair, which causes it to stick up in every direction that is not flattering. Slaine, for her trouble, gets a wobbly hand wave, “Why not? What’s she gonna do? Stop fleeing?” he asks, clearly annoyed at how everything turned out. He also seems oddly unimpressed by a dragon’s arrival. Not unimpressed enough not to get the fuck out of the way, but unimpressed enough that it hasn’t made as big an impact on his life as the lost iron has.
Well, thats certainly different. “I told you I had a thing for you, it just needed some tweaking. Might even have a few parts in it for that death trap you insist on transporting in.” He says in an aside to Stella. He isn’t in quite the same hurry to leave as Stella is, though he does meaningfully glance at his small group of driver and a pair of unsavory but barely passably polished guards. Getting the hell out of dodge Morris is of course, still rocking the tuxedo. “Good day Slaine.” Said cheerfully in between a hand jive of rapid gesturing at the help. His face is carefully restrained though, eyes coldly assessing. Coalition, and even Free Quebec biases die hard, psychic or not. Giant meat eating scaled gasbags should have railguns pointed at them, not skimming the market for one and a half credit sausage rolls with extra onions and spicy mustard.
Or in positions of great power in the city, likely to Morris’ extended thought. Whatever the man’s thoughts, though, she is. Aiden stiffens a bit at the hand on his back and glances behind him before relaxing. Which may indicate exactly where his priorities are. How many people relax when they realize they are ‘only’ being addressed by a Shifter.
“Good idea.” The ex soldier backs up a good twenty or thirty feet with the blonde shifter and the redhead. Kailastia pays really no mind to the creatures getting out of her way. She’s not going to step on them. That’s what the wulfen are there to prevent.
Once she reaches the center of the market she pauses while one of her attendants – all three are in the uniform of the Council Armsmen – nails up a very, very large poster with both pictographic and written messages on it and the picture of a slightly scruffy looking man with vaguely pointed ears in this late fourties.
“People of Vesper, Vistiors, Friends…” The pale blue dragon begins in a deep but unmistakeably feminine voice. “Know that the Thirty have charged the Techno-Wizard known as Rethen Shan with theft, conspiracy and sabotage. Shan has evaded capture and fled to Vanished point. Anyone who finds and returns him to the City’s justice or who finds and returns the ley taps he has stolen shall gain the Countil’s favor and be compensated for their efforts.”
That gets the crowd murmuring on a couple of fronts. Aiden is too new to the area to know, but the name Rethen Shan is quite well known. He’s one of the Techno-Wizards responsible for the city’s ley line driven power – mostly generated from Manse-Pyrmids in a few locations about the city. He was quite an important person. Rumor had it that he’d gone missing some time a few days ago, but this is a pretty big shock, as is the theft of ley taps. The city relies on devices such as those to safely extract power from the capped ley line nexuses. They’re //incredibly// expensive and difficult to make. Not to mention a bit on the bulky side.
Aliana Knight gives a low whistle, still standing just behind Aiden’s shoulder. He’s the meatshield, after all. “Ley taps. I //bet// they’ll be giving someone their favor if they get them returned soon enough.” The people of the city are gonna be damned pissed off when their comforts start failing if those //aren’t// returned. “I wonder how he got them out of the city.”
Of course, the merchant who is using Bridge’s truck as a market booth complains and hems and haws and … the dragon gives her announcement.
Being from Dogwood primarily, Bridge doesn’t really know who the person being mentioned is, so she looks from Tibbs to the redhead and back. Maybe someone can clarify for her.
Slaine casts Leo a snarky look at the comments and refrains from responding. After all, the Dragon is speaking.
“Ley line taps …” she shakes her head “That explains why she’s out. And I’ve no idea.” she murmurs to Aliana, taking up position behind Aidens other shoulder. Meatshield indeed.
Seeing Bridges quizzicle look, the redhead shrugs “One of the guys who’s responsible for the magical system that powers the system. He’s stolen a way to access it.” Braving the Dragon, the pintsized mystic calls out “How long ago did this occur?” Hopefully she won’t be flambed.
Mana tops? Not his area. Maybe a friend of a friend might know that sort of thing, but he deals in things that he (perhaps a tad arrogantly) likes to think as a bit more concrete. Morris gives a shrug towards Stella. “Not my thing. Though if they need backup generators in the interim…” Something to be said for always having a plan. Certainly some brave hero will assist in the apprehending of the miscreant, but no sense in not selling people a backup, right? His shoulders roll as he leans against his truck, then looks at Stella. “How much favor would they need to give for you to be interested? Hypothetically?” He poses to the transporter.
Leo blinks. People may know the name Rethen Shan, but Leo /knows/ the name. The TW community isn’t so big they don’t rub elbows from time to time and Shan is something of a celebrity in the profession. He reaches up with his gloved hand and rubs his chin thoughtfully. No one says anything to him but he nods suddenly, “I know right?” he asks thin air. Council’s favor… idly he wonders if their favor can come in the form of access to Shan’s workings, workshop, tools, and recipes…. He starts to gnaw his lip while his mind races over those possibilities.
Slaine isn’t likely to be roasted. Kailastia is of the breed of dragon commonly known by the somewhat pedestrian name of ‘Snow Lizard’. So, she might be quick frozen. But not roasted.
In the event, though, it’s neither. Kailastia fixes her gaze on the mystic. It’s intense and perhaps somewhat uncomfortable. “Two days.” There’s a pause. “We believe.” Meaning that whatever plan Shan may have had, it was already being executed by the time the Armsmen or the Justicars found it out. //That// is probably how Shan got those taps out of the city. No one was looking for them.
Aiden leans back slightly glancing at the source of the voice behind his shoulder. “I’d lay good odds he’s not hiding out in Saren’s Rest either.” Sarenthon would probably give him back. Vesper would //pay// for it to be sure, but the Great Horned Dragon of Vanished Point has a good head for keeping his business partners happy. Ish.
That means that Shan is in ‘The Zone’, the great demon infested expanse of the abandoned city that is Vanished Point. It’s impractical for Vesper to send teams after them, and they don’t dare risk deploying the army. Too many demons, too big a wasps nest to go poking it. But if ordinary citizens or ‘salvage’ teams just happened to find him while digging through the city as indeed they already are…
Regardless, Aliana’s right. They’re going to want those taps back toot sweet. They may even want them more badly than Shan himself. And that alone may well be worth almost whatever ‘favor’ a citizen or mercenary can imagine.
“Are there any other questions, citizens?” Kailastia asks as her gaze now sweeps the crowd.
Well, then. The dragon isn’t going to eat the entire marketplace for lunch. But, the rest of the place is in enough of an uproar over the dragon’s arrival and the news that selling things likely won’t happen today, and it seems like the merchant at Bridge’s truck bed knows this.
Morris’s question has her staring at him for a moment before shrugging. “A lot.” Of course, she could not care less about favor. That doesn’t keep her truck fueled and in good working condition. Credits do that.
Morris grins at Bridge. “Now now delivery girl, gratitude takes many forms. And besides, we tag along with some noble heroes and I’m sure there will be additional spoils.” A look about them as he lowers his voice. “Besides, shit like this makes the locals jumpy and everyone else greedy. I prefer unkind words and vague concerns to legitimate crises.” Back to full smiles, stretching as he leans against the truck. “Besides, you said yourself this isn’t your preferred environment. Think of it as a milk run with a few more demons than usual and a potentially bigger score.”
Flambed’ or quick frozen. It doesn’t really matter. Slaine was hoping for neither and got her wish. Instead she got the ‘eye’ from the female Dragon and the small redhead tries not fidget. It really is uncomfortable but the mystic has had some experience. Gran’s been known to throw her the ‘evil eye’, after all.
Released from the gaze, as Kailastia looks over the rest of the crowd, the redhead stands further behind Aiden – not keen on repeating that experience. “I reckon I know a few places he might be.” she murmurs to the pair. “Found them in my journeys there.” Seems she’s made a decision to go look herself. She might like some help but for the moment, she holds her peace.
Leo starts to pace a bit, working with what room he has, “Ley taps in the Zone. Gonna be untapped lines there. Power. Lots of it. Maybe more. Could power something. Untapped means raw. Easy to fine. Trace a drain. New drain. Drain not there before. Need transpo. Shoulda finished that damned tank!” he punches himself in the thigh and then jumps and rubs at the soon to be bruise, “Ow. Uncool man, uncool.” then he stops. Snickers, “Get it? Uncool?” he grins wider at no one, “I’m fucking hilarious.”
“You can tell us later over something to drink.” Aiden tells Slaine. “I suspect we’re not the only ones going.” Nor the only ones who will be making preparations tonight. The crowd is largely conversing amongst itself but Aiden specifically means Morris talking to Bridge and Leo talking to – apparently – himself. Will they be showing up in Saren’s Rest?
There being no other questions forthcoming, Kailastia rises and heads back out. Her progress is quicker since the way was already clear. Behind her, people close about the now obvious wanted poster nailed up in the middle of the market. Enchanted, of course. It’s animated so that the sketch of Rethen turns this way and that to give a good look at what he’s like from various angles.
At least the big lizard triggering Morris’ lizard brain is going away.
“Only if you’re buying …” Slaine smirks back to Aiden, but she will anyway. Once the Dragon leaves, the redhead glances around taking in the crowd in general before looking at Morris and Bridge and then Leo. “I suspect you’re right though and Vanished Point is gonna be fairly crowded for a while.”
She doesn’t crowd in around the poster, she knows Rethen in a more than passing way. Not well, but well enough. Aliana and Aiden might want to get a good look at the man, she doesn’t need to.
Bridge helps the merchant finish loading up and securing his wares while everyone else around them start discussing going after that ley thing thief. She looks at Morris and shrugs lightly. “I’m not done here, so I can’t.” Not right now, anyway. She doesn’t really seem all that regretful.
Then she’s climbing into her truck and preparing to drive off to take the merchant back to where ever he’s from.
Well, he did try to cut her in. Perhaps another time. Morris wanders in the vague direction of the sign, his guards watching over the truck as he looks over the poster. He’d been pondering a run down that way anyway, may as well, perhaps. The big bad lizard triggering him no longer being present does indeed cause him to relax a bit, looking around as he watches Slaine and Aiden converse. His stroll taking him rather purposefuly but casually towards them. Interesting people doing interesting things, with the great potential to profit. For now, backup generators will only be put up at a 15 market, because Morris is nice like that.
Leo continues to pace, “What do you fight demons with? Fire seems stupid.” he winces, “Not like all fire is stupid! I mean fire is a stupid thing to fight a demon with!” clearly he’s nuts. “Explosions though, surely those are okay. Maybe some kind of ice thingie… I wonder if I could make a bomb that sucks away heat, like the greatest heat sink ever, but you know like localized. Hrm. I should write that down. Be great for ice skating rink in August, maybe pick up some extra coin.” because an ice bomb is more practical then just refrigeration. Of course. “Or bullets.” he says, coming to a sudden stop, “Bullets usually work.” blink. “Don’t they?” he looks around him as if seeking someone who knows, “Hey! Hey you!” he shouts into the general grouping of people not caring which one actually answers, “Bullets kill demons, right?”
“Enough of them from a big enough gun, sure.” Aiden replies to the quite-obviously-crazy-man. Maybe he shouldn’t engage Leo in conversation but there’s no harm in answering a simple question right?
As for Bridge, she maaaaaaaay find that actually driving out is a little bit difficult. There’s a lot of people milling about in her general vecinity. Some of them are… just… well mind talkers and mages and other things that generally things that make her eye tic. Fortunately once she’s out of here she’s free. It’s not like any people who might hire her might have work for her in Saren’s Rest.
Backup generators may soon become a thing… though the power conversion means that Morris may have to work with a technowizard to plug into the ley line grid. Because you know… it’s not exactly 120 volts.
“Sure, Leo…” Slaine smirks at the mad man “… bullets work. Eventually. How many do you think you can make?” Clearly she knows the man and isn’t afraid to engage him in conversation. Aiden and Aliana might want to throttle her … later.
As Morris saunters on by, the small redhead looks up at Aiden and then casts a sideways glance to Morris “So when are we going in?” Yep, she just invited herself along with the Psychic, and probably the Shifter. If they say no, she’ll go in on her own.
Leo makes a face, “Make? I own a weapons shop.” he sounds insulted, “Wait. You.” he points at Aiden and leans towards the larger man, “/How/ big. Exactly.”
So sell or lease it to said technowizard, problem solved. Though that is a matter for another day and for the hench weasels (not literally. Or maybe literally. Depends on who hangs around his garage late at night who is hard up for work at the moment). Morris looks at Leo, head cocked just slightly as if to make sure he’s getting it all. The smile however remains firmly in place. “My general rule was that things that kill tanks are usually good for demons. I mean, before you start getting into matters of armor piercing or explosions or whatever wizardry you want to stick on it.” He cocks his head to keep an eye on Bridger as she heads out. “Shame, could have used the truck. Ah well. She’ll need gas eventually.”
And… yeah. The big black truck is going nowhere fast. It’s like trying to leave a concert venue after the gig is done. Y’all likely can just tap on the driver’s window and chat at her — the merchant opted to passenge in the camper-topped bed of the truck with his wares.
Aiden makes a gesture with his hands as if to say ‘big.’ And yeah, big. Morris has the right of it. There’s a lot of things that’ll kill demons but there’s also a certain… let’s say ‘minimum threshold of usefulness’ below which something really doesn’t hurt them enough to matter. “If it can threaten a man in powered armor, should be good.”
With blonde and possibly also redhead in tow Aiden makes to make his way out of the market. That’s enough excitement for now. People are //finally// starting to get out of Bridge’s way but she’s probably at the mercy of Morris and Leo should they decide to accost her.
Leo blinks, “Powered armor…” his gloved hand’s fingers wiggle for a moment and he crams the hand down into a pocket on his leather apron, “Good to know. What about fire….?” he sounds hopeful.
Said redhead rolls her eyes at Leo as she decides to tag along with Aiden. He did offer a drink, didn’t he? And Slaines not likely to say no. “Fire might work. But might just annoy them” she tosses over her shoulder at the man.
Morris gets a small shrug “Maybe. Maybe not.” Aliana is good for moving things around. Of course, they might not want to go where she might have to take them … there’s always that.
Leo frowns at the people around him, “You guys are of very limited assistence.” he points out. “Shockingly little assistence. I’m gonna have to read up on them.” he looks around and realizes he’s walking with people, “Um. So. Who are you people and where are we going?”
Morris is friendly, Morris is occasionally eager to make a profit, but apparently he is on the razors edge of interesting things Aiden is willing to tolerate. So clearly if Leo is to come along, he may require gentle handling. Guess who herds cats (and crates of live ammo) for a living? Since clearly drinking is on the agenda, though fortunately he raises his hand. “I’ll pay for my own, thanks. As to fire…probably best to focus on putting holes in it or seperating one part of its mass from another before you get fancy with burning things.” Then again, technowizard. Maybe he has a special unborn kitten mewling gun that makes demons curl up into little balls. That being said, he does toss a salute and a holler in Stella’s direction. “When you finish up, come find me. We have things to do. It’ll be awesome!”
Finally, an opening. Morris yells after Bridge, and she gives him a thumbs up before the truck moves off. Yes, she will return to see what Morris has in mind. She’s already thinking she’s going to regret it, but if he’s going to pay her a decent rate, she’ll deal with the regrets.
But not mind talkers. She puts her foot down at mind talkers.
“Magical fire usually works. Ordinary fire some might not feel.” Just kind of depends. Demons. There’s a lot of variation in them.
As to where they’re going Aiden just gestures. He’s going to secure some lodgings, get some food and then talk about anything that needs talking. They’ll leave for Saren’s Rest in the morning.
Probably along with a lot of other people.
“You can call me Aiden, by the way.”
Leo nods, “Leo.” he says suddenly stoping the whole ‘walk with the crowd’ thing, “I own Buy The Bye. Swing by before you guys head out. I want a peice of Shan’s hide and I might have something we could use laying around the shop.” Sure… he just, you know, has to assemble it. Or something. He’ll think of something. Maybe a way to track the tap’s useage? He needs to think. Without anything else he turns on his heel a full 720 and then heads off in a new direction completely.
Since he still has a night or two left at Gran’s place, that is whence Morris heads. He does take note of the weaponsmiths store name, if only if he can talk other particulars. He stretches once again and slips into the inn, making sure to get first dibbs on what coffee may remain. “So, save the cities power grid, bring in some big name mage…that about the size of it?” Beat. “Not the craziest I’ve done, but up there. Got a…thing you might find useful if you want to go swimming in demons.” The comment to Slain as he slips in to non dragon infested domiciles. Also, coffee!
Concentrating only mostly on the drive, Bridge uses the interface with her truck to visually track Morris and makes a mental note of the building he seems to have chosen to return to. She’ll be back after taking the merchant back to his home base.
Rethen Shan, one of the techno wizards responsible for Vespers' leyline driven power, is missing and along with him some leyline taps. Kailastia announces a reward.
October 10, 2409