A New Dawn

[Wolftooth ] MorgenMorgensson puts the tip of his blade safely down on the floorboards, the sharp tip digging in just slightly. It's still ready in his hand though. He turns to Kaelie a moment "My apologies." He didnt intend to do that but didnt really have much choice, he had to stop her somehow and the other hand would have been messy indeed. He wqatches Razor closely, or as closely as he can, taking in the druid's words. She will need closer watching from now on. She has the mischief of the cat with the tempetousness of the human, neither one nor the other, a dangerous combination

[Wolftooth ] Kaelie mutters something under her breath after leveling a mildly sour smile at Morgan; Linsida's spell being the only thing keeping her from having a royal fit over having to bathe twice in one evening. Yet, she still holds the purse given to her by the dusky skinned woman in her left hand tightly as she uses her right to wipe hoplessly at the wet mess covering her chest.

[Wolftooth ] Linsida blinks alittle at the others as she seems alittle distant and watching the woman under the table, reminding her off a certain cat that the saddle bags belong too. "Ok everyone ready to talk alittle more?"

[Wolftooth ] Raghnall grumbles and mutters as he comes down the stairs and into the room. His hair abit our of place and his clothes thrown on. Though he doesnt look all that displaced. He pauses and blinks slightly at Viv and Wolf going up the stairs past him, he then shrugs and starts back down the stairs. He sighs when he sees most of the group up and ...well, almost at arms. He heads towards them. Pausing for a second to wave some invisible thing out of his face. He smirks and glances around the room as joins up with the group; sighing slightly. "Considering how you all wont let me get any sleep. Would one of you be so kind as to tell me whats going on?" ...He plays along with the ...effect that tugged at his mind just a second ago, just incase it was done by someone outside the group. Better to play along and be safe, rather then sorry later. Like when you find out it was the town guard.

[Wolftooth ] Verhowain furrows his brow although still calm he mumbles "Sure now everyone goes to bed after getting me wide awake.. What is this? 'Annoy the druid' night?" He flops down in an empty chair and sighs rubbing his face still trying to get fully awake.. Lokoing to Raghnall "Everyone's about to calmly figure that one out." He answers.

[Wolftooth ] Wolftooth considers a moment, grunting as he examines her eye. "You need a cold cloth ..." His eyes dart downstairs. "And the gentleman still has your axe." He raises an eyebrow at her inquisitively. "Enjoyed your walk?"

[MorgenMorgensson ] Okay so where do we stand then?

[Wolftooth ] Verhowain, for simplicity of story, appears to have fallen asleep in his chair for the moment. Wolftooth and Vivican are upstairs. Razor is ... well, she's lurking in the shadows. That is, she was last time any of you looked in her direction. There are still bodies laying around ... the guy Razor stabbed in the chest, the one with Vivican's axe in his chest ...

[Wolftooth ] The innkeeper, seeing the signs of conflict, quiety slips out the back for a moment ...

MorgenMorgensson walks over and checks. He's not stupid. He may be a little drunkm, but he's not stupid. He still wants a word with that woman about who she is and what she's doing with that bag. If he doesnt finnd her he walks back over to the man with his twin;s axe in his chest. He doesnt give a damn how much it's going to hurt or if it kills the man> Anyone appearing with Vivi's axe in their chest had to have attacked her. Attacking her makes them his enemy and he has no mercy for enemies. A large boot is placed onm the man's chest, his own sword used to lean on as he bends down "You have soemthing that doesnt belong to you." With that he simply pulls the axe back out again, inspecting it a moment before stepping back off the man, blade in each hand

Kaelie shakes her head with a sigh, and extracts herself from the gathered group to see about getting another hot bath underway. And then, perhaps, to bed.

[Wolftooth ] When Morgen looks, Razor is nowhere to be found ... apparently she's vanished into the shadows.

[Wolftooth ] The thug on the floor cries out in agony, slowly putting hands to cover the wound on his chest with eyes shut and teeth clenched. He coughs and sputters, and a trickle of red can be seen at the corner of his mouth ...

Linsida blinks at the lot of people around her and shakes her head abit, the magic not lasting as long as she had hoped, but allowed everyone to calm down before things got worse, she looks around again and sees Razor missing yet again and is alittle angry at the fact, which can be seen with the frown on her face. "Morgen, are they dead yet?"

[Wolftooth ] The other thug nearby, the one whose hands are bound behind his back with Viv's belt, appears absolutely horrified after watching Morgen rip the axe out of his comrade's chest. Though he seems to be mostly unharmed, save a couple of bruises, he's still breathing quickly and darn near panic. His eyes periodically dart towards the door ...

Raghnall glances around at Verh, Lin and the rest. Sighing when no one offers to tell him just whats going on ...and rolling his eyes slightly as Verh falls asleep. He shakes his head. "Ook. Im going back to bed. You guys want fight over whatever again. Try and not wake me next time hmm?" He grumbles slightly and turns, heading back up the stairs. Muttering as he goes. ...Noting slightly to himself that This wouldnt have happened if he was in a better Inn. Or a Better Town. Or a Better City. ...He nods slightly as he goes.

[Wolftooth ] Linsida and Morgen find themselves alone downstairs in the lobby together, with a pair of incapacitated hoodlums and quite a bit of blood. The common room is empty save these things. The innkeeper comes back in after a moment and resumes what he was doing as if nothing was wrong at all.

[Wolftooth whispers to Raghnall] Raghnall, you can make a listen check if you like ... hearing some interesting noises coming from behind one of the doors on the way back to your room.

MorgenMorgensson just gets plastered and then goes to bed after cleaning the axe. If the inkeep wants the guys out he can throw them out

[Wolftooth ] Well, after a minute or two a couple of moderately armed city guards make their way inside and demand to know what's going on. There's a bit of simple questioning easily handled by Morgen and Linsida, with help from the innkeeper. The fact that the two guards recognize the thieves doesn't hurt either. The two bodies are quickly taken into custody by the guards ... one of which is kind enough to remove Viv's belt from the unconscious one.

[Wolftooth ] One of the guards is muttering under his breath on the way out. Something about 'damn Coopermans' ...

[Wolftooth ] Kaelie's bath is a bit difficult to arrange, unfortunately, as the servant maids have mostly gone to sleep. She can get a bath on the house actually, but it'll be cold.

Linsida crosses her arms and sighs. "Why is when ever I come back to a group I've left they're always blood thirsty?" as she leans back against her chair and rubs her temple. "I suppose it's me, ah well..." as she moves to were she last saw Razor and the items in question.

MorgenMorgensson answers the questions, but it's obvious he has soemthing else on his mind, and just wants to get back to his ale. mercifully he's quiet though, just drinking till he wants no more and turns the mug upside down upon the table, as agreed with the waitress who was so accomodating earlier. He staggers off to bed, sheathed sword over one shoulder, axe in teh opther hand. he's not in a happy mood, muttering something about Destiny. The rest is best not repeated in polite mixed company. he's a good man, but that doesnt mean he's angelic

[Wolftooth ] Not a trace remains of Razor or her saddlebags from where she last was, near an adjacent and unoccupied table. The last motion anyone seems to have seen of her was her crawling underneath the table for some reason ... after that, no idea.

Kaelie settles for a quick cold bath seeing as the help have mostly vanished for the evening. All the while keeping an eye on the purse she recieved from Razor before heading up to her rooms to sleep.

[Wolftooth ] The innkeeper turns the lights down a bit, and closes up shop after everybody goes to bed. One last thing to work out, and then it'll be morning. (finally)

Vivican 's already asleep in the narrow bed that acts as a twin to the other coat in the small room. The candle left burning, her weapons and clothing carefully laid at the foot of the bed, with military precision, boots shined, weapons polished. The tall woman fills the bed, the tips of pale toes peeking from the foot of the bed as she splays on her front, hair long and loose to shine like a weak winter sun in the soft candlelight. Sound asleep, thankfully, THe narrow, thinly stuffed pillow hugged close. She sleeps in a cotton blouse, a handaxe on the nightstand, in easy reach.

[Wolftooth ] After an uneventful night of rest, everyone awakes as they will, in bed or hay ... the town's just as they left it. The streets seem to be mildly bustling as the common folk go about their day, and seem much friendlier than the night before. The inn's common room is about half full, and brimming with conversation about the odd happenings of the previous night. The dark-skinned stranger who nearly tore a man's heart out, the other fierce newcomers to town, the arrest of two thieves during the night ... as well as some other news that's a touch more unfamiliar. Breakfast is nothing spectacular, but is provided for paying customers. Mush with fresh juice or milk.

MorgenMorgensson does his best to be quiet when he gets in the room, but he's not a small man and he's had more ale than most men could stomach. a loud thud and him moving with remarkble speed is him grabbing teh sheath and his greatsword slipping out. Two footfalls come a moment later as he abvoids the sword. Her axe is put next to it's twin before he retrieves his sword and falls alseep on the bed, still clothed

[Wolftooth whispers to Raghnall] Not sure how often Raghnall checks his things, but one of his items appears to be missing when he awakes.

MorgenMorgensson doesnt look too good the next morning and all he touches is the milk. He dresses in full armour though, his sword against the back of teh chair as he slowly sips at the juice. He's looking a little............tender to say the least, and he doesnt look talkative either

Linsida takes a hour before comeing down to the common's as she seems to be busy with her goddess busness this morrow.

[Raghnall whispers to Wolftooth] the program i have wont let me do it, but everything he has is in his pack, but the spear which is too big,

Kaelie spoons down the gruel they're serving as a breakfast item between delicate sips of her juice as she listens to the locals gossip.

[Raghnall whispers to Wolftooth] ...and if you even Try to steal my displacer hide .... that was shoved into his pack way back when they made camp, =P

Wolftooth emerges from his room wearing the same casual garb as the day before, and seems an odd mixture of silent calm and ruffled demeanor. In either case, he seems peaceful enough as he makes his way downstairs scratching himself and eagerly accepting some breakfast, sitting near Morgen.

[Raghnall whispers to Wolftooth] heh, and im not trying to be difficult just letting you know where everything is and all,

Vivican 's her usual bright self, even if a little sullen, hair braided like a golden whip in a wrist think rope down to mid-back. Leather breaches, cotton blouse and a servicable thick bodice the theme of the day, practical and fitting her economic movements. Weapons hanging from her belt already, no where without them. Her twin is given a cold look for a moment, before compassion takes over and a tankard of water is pushed over to him, a small bag of herbs tipped into the top "Drink.." Then she herself goes about breakfast, a hearty apetite for a hearty woman.

MorgenMorgensson looks at his twin for a long emoment before nodding. he doubts he could get away with drinking hismelf into a stupor for breakfast, especially considerign they're probably leaving today, but the temptation is there. he cleaned her axe, well as best he could before he got totally plastered. He manages a half smile before downs the remedy, going back to his juice, not up to breakfast just yet

[Wolftooth ] Murmurs of conversations can be heard in the background of recent events and things even as the group is eating. For the most part, the crowd remains suspicious of the new crew in town. In particular, a pair of eyes in the far corner seem to linger on Morgen and Vivican for a bit longer than they should - not friendly eyes, either.

[Raghnall whispers to Wolftooth] well, there's no 'disable device' thing for my runes, But, they do have saves, (Will: 17 DC)

Linsida finally comes down, a smile is upon her lips again, with the glow of something wether it be her goddess blessings, or something alittle more carnal one can't pin down, but she comes down from the rooms, looking as bright as dawn on a spring dawn. She walks over to where the group has gathered, and finds a seat for herself. "Good morning everyone." as she chirps in.

Vivican doesn't look up from her food, dogmatic about eating as much as she can, when she can...Far too long gone by when she'd been hungry to not take her fill when it was there and paid for. That and it was easier than conversion, though she spares a smile for Wolftooth, a bright smile without the frosty reserve "You sleep well after we talked, I hope. Friend?"

Wolftooth groans to acknowledges Linsida's warm welcome, eyeing the strange herbs in Morgen's drink ... though he has a decent enough idea what those were about. His eyes once again fall to Morgen's totem so proudly displayed on much of his person, but before he gets the chance to question him he turns and responds to Vivican, nodding and grunting in approval. "Yes. Very well." Then, hesitantly, "Thank you." There's an almost smile on his lips as he looks to Vivican, respect clearly shown before another bite of gruel is sloppily taken, Wolftooth's slobbish and disgruntled morning looks bearing sharp contrast to Morgen and Vivican's well groomed appearances.

MorgenMorgensson isnt much for conversation it seems this morning. Almost sullen and very quiet. It's more than just the hangover as well. His physical appearance doesnt show it though, clean and neat, everything where its hould be, hair neatly tied back. He stares into that juice like it's nagical and any second now it's going to blurt out the perfect solution. Any moment now.

[Wolftooth whispers to Kaelie] Oh, shoot! Didn't catch you listening to the gossip ... okay, Kaelie overhears some interesting talk about the pair of rogues captured by one of the 'travellers' last night ... the phrase 'Cooperman's gang' is sprinkled in with their conversation, and not used in the most favorable terms.

Linsida smiles softly, and ponders something as she taps fingers to her lips, "Well now, I hate to ask but who was that woman last night and why did she have the cat's bags?" as she starts on her food lightly waiting for an answer.

Vivican smiles a litle brighter still, if it's forced or real she'll never tell "Good morning, Priestess." Formality for the Cleric of loose moral and looser underwear as she turns back to her food lest her opinions, a little bitterer than usual should show in her eyes. A gulp of juice before looking up again "I am glad I helped, you were very tense..." Quieting at his eating, and his..tired...expression just going back to eating in silence

Kaelie finishes her breakfast quietly while keeping an ear open to any mention of rogues and thier like seeing as the common folk seem to be a buzz about something she'd overlooked last night.

Wolftooth swallows his last bite, washing it down with a bit of milk before answering Linsida's question in one word. "Razor. The cat was the woman."

[Wolftooth ] Owain, we can assume for now, is out foraging ... having not much taste for gruel.

[Wolftooth ] The general conversation seems to revolve around how poor business in town has been lately, and about how it isn't safe to walk the streets at night anymore ... the town guards try to do all they can, but it's not enough. Something about a trade caravan gone missing is heard as well. Also, the waitress serving the group their meals this morning is different from the night before ... polite, petite, and friendly - even towards the strangers her smile is welcoming.

Raghnall grumbles slightly as he gets up and changes, oddly waving his hand over his pack before hand, still tired from his ...almost sleepless night. He tilts his head slightly as he goes through his pack getting out his clothes for the day. He ...winces. ...and starts digging through his pack. He then Sighs. Deeply. "Its ok." He grumbles and sits down on the floor in front of his pack and starts tracing another rune on it. Bastards. He'll find out who its. Yes he will.

[Raghnall whispers to Wolftooth] Rune: Knowledge; Know the name of the Last 'person' to touch the object. (Besides the 'caster' )

Linsida blinks at Wolftooth. "Well that's odd, not unheard of but very very odd, How did you come to know this?" as she finishes her last bit of juice and blinks at Wolftooth.

[Wolftooth whispers to Raghnall] Okay, here's the scoop ... the name comes to you after the rune is complete, but it's not a name that you recognize at all. If anything, sounds more like a nickname. Shadowfinger.

Raghnall grumbles slightly as he sits there and traces the same rune out a second time. Just gurmbling as he goes. ....not that anyone will notice with him still in his room and all. But he's none too happy right now.

[Raghnall whispers to Wolftooth] also, it dont say it on my sheet, but that one can only be used a number of times = to my cLvl, so there just went 2 out of 5,

[Wolftooth whispers to Raghnall] The age indicated is 532. The race ... well, that one just seems to misfunction for some reason. Could be that the stars just aren't aligned properly at the moment, but it just doesn't seem to work ... and makes Rag a bit suspicious at the other results.

[Raghnall whispers to Wolftooth] heh, ok, i think you mis-read that there, its object age then the name of last 'person' besides teh caster to touch it, then the name of who made it (the pack) and then his race, so ICly ill ignore all the info past his name,

Wolftooth shrugs at Linsida, having finished his milk and wiping his chin. "Verhowain. He told us last night." A though does occur to him, making his forehead wrinkle just a little as he wonders where on earth Razor has gotten to now. There's been no sign of cat or woman since the night before. Not that Wolftooth really cares at this point in time ... he doesn't want anything further to do with either.

[Wolftooth whispers to Raghnall] Oh. Well, disregard the age. The attempt to determine the person's race still fizzles, though.

Raghnall Sighs deeply and just sits where he is for a time. He grumbles slightly as he stands and grabs up his spear before heading down stairs. Grumbling all the way. ...and he looks none too happy.

[Wolftooth ] Raghnall nearly trips over a drunk laying against the wall with his legs sprawled out ... said old drunk quickly is aroused, raising his hands protectively to his face. "Whah ... uhhh! I won' say nuthin'! I ... *hic* ... I prumiss!" And then he blinks, leaning forward and looking a little closer at Raghnall. "Ohh ... you're not ... you're not the ... *hic* ... oh. Never mind."

Raghnall blinks slightly and quicly turns on the guy. Kicking his legs slightly. "Wont say nothing about What?"

Wolftooth looks back to Morgen curiously. As an experiment, he picks up Morgen's drink and moves it a few inches in one direction, putting it back down and seeing if his gaze follows at all, a brow raised to the stone-faced man.

Linsida frowns alittle at Wolftooths answer as she starts thinking, winkleing up her forehead, something that she doesn't seem to do often. "I remember him comeing in, and talking abit, but everyone was quite ready to take an edge to her." as she stops frowning for the moment. "I suppose I'll have to ask him about it once I see him again." as sits back lady like in her chair again.

MorgenMorgensson raises a brow slowly. It's not his eyes that follow, it's his hand "Today is not a good day for games." The usually calm and friendly man is a little sullen and not in the mood for childish games. Too much on his mind, too many fresh memories, raw memories he's happier without. The ale did not drown them, and now he has to deal with them in another way

[Wolftooth ] Another cry of fear from the old man. "AhhH! Nuthin'! Just thah ... I wasn't suppozed to talk about the womah ... *hic* ... the womah! Last night ... outsidjah door. I think she was figsin' the lo- ... the logk. Yeah ... logk repair lady ..."

Raghnall rolls his eyes and Looks down at the guy. "Well what did she Look. Like.?"

Wolftooth just looks back into Morgen's face plainly, with just as straight-faced a demeanor as Morgen's own. "Then what is today for?" To Linsida, he just glowers as he recalls what happened. "She used her claws. Stabbed a man." Wolftooth takes his hand and goes through a similar motion of jabbing at an imaginary chest. "Nearly killed him. I don't like it." Looking back to what remains of his drink, he jabs a finger at it. "I knew there was something more to that cat !"

Kaelie removes herself from the present company. They were too focused inward for her tastes this morning, and what the locals were going on about had roused her curiosity. She slips from the inn as unobtrusivly as she can manage to do a little back alley snooping. If nothing else she'd resort to questioning the beggars and street urchins about the suposed local gang of thieves.

MorgenMorgensson reclaims his mug of juice "Today is for regret and self hatred, little man." he turns away then, conversation over. Wrong questions on the wrong day. He stands to go get some of this gruel, it seems to be popular at least

[Wolftooth ] The old man in the hallway seems confused for a moment. "Huh? *hic* Oh! Oh ... the womah ... righ'. Well, uh ... tall, she was ... hair was dark, I thing ... yeah, dark. And ears ... kinda pointy, like thum half-elvenish types. Ya wanna know more than tha'? *hic* 'Cuz I not suppozed ta tells ya ..." His gaze looks back to the floor, his voice dissolving into the mutterings of an old man, probably slightly drunk too.

Raghnall Sighs as a slightly ...crossed look goes across his face. He nods slowly. "Yes. I do want to know more."

[Linsida ] "Haven't you stabed people before?" as she blinks slowly at him raiseing a brow. "Nearly killing them or worse?" as she sighs and rolls her eyes, then looks at Morgen as he spews forth his thoughts for the day. "I don't understand some people, I very much don't." as she rubs the side of her face with the back of her hand. She looks around the table again. "Looks like some people are sleeping in today."

[Wolftooth ] Kaelie manages to drag up the same name as she's heard before in the Inn, the Cooperman gang. Apparently they're a local band of ne'er-do-wells hiding out in the wilds somewhere around town that have been causing all kinds of trouble lately. In this town as well as the next one over to the east. It's rumored that two members of such gang were arrested last night and thrown in jail.

Wolftooth frowns at Morgen's reply, but doesn't seem to have any desire to press the matter. He just eyes Vivican curiously ... after all, she seems to travel with him. Maybe she knows a bit more about what would have him so upset. Looking back to Linsida, he seems just as vigilant in his dislike of Razor. "I only attack to defend myself. There was no threat ... only argument over a silly game."

[Wolftooth ] The old man seems to go silent and unmoving for a time. It becomes quickly apparent that the man is now unconscious.

MorgenMorgensson doesnt look like he'll be elaborating any time in teh very near future. Perhaps it';s just the hangover, but he's unusually quiet this morning, just attacking his gruel like it's opersonallt offended him. Stab with the spoon, lift, gulp, Stab, lift, gulp. It's a misleading impression, he's not a bad man, he's just having a hard time

[Wolftooth ] ((It is past 11 am over here ... go for one more hour, until noon?))

Raghnall grumbles and ponders a few things before just Sighing and starting back down stairs. Taking a seat with the group when he gets there but not saying anything. Just muttering and trying to calm himself down.

Kaelie decides to wander the town a bit more before returning to the Inn. She hadn't had much luck getting any more details than what she already had about the gang, but she figured it never hurt to keep an eye open for another opportunity to learn more.

[Wolftooth ] Kaelie wanders past houses and other buildings, including a pair of shops that don't seem to be seeing much business at the moment. Mostly she seems to blend in with the crowd, only getting an odd look or two from the common folk. She does spot one or two more guards on patrol, keeping an easy watch on things ... though it's clear they don't expect much to happen during daylight hours, just allowing their presence to keep order among things. When she returns to the inn, everyone else appears to be just finishing breakfast ... save Raghnall, who's gotten a late start.

Linsida slowly stands and walks over to Morgen and frowns alittle. "Relax will you, I promise not to bite." as she gently lays her hands on his neck and waits a moment before starting.

Wolftooth gives Raghnall an odd look, trying to piece together from his mutterings what seems to be his problem. He's starting to wonder if he's the only one who had a decent night's sleep last night aside from the women.

Raghnall doesnt even look at anyone. He just sits there. breathing in long drawn out breaths. His hands up on the sides of his head and his spear resting againest the table.

[Wolftooth ] A familiar face spots Kaelie in the midst of the crowd. It's the guy who Razor stabbed, with a new shirt and a grumpy disposition. He sees her and his eyes fix on her, not looking too pleased. Slowly he starts making his way through the crowd in her direction. Whatever matter he has in mind seems fairly urgent.

[Wolftooth ] ((Vivican?))

Kaelie is ignorant of the unfortunately familiar man as she continues on her way. She hadn't noticed him in her wanderings quite yet.

Vivican 's keeping herself to herself right now, spoon rattling against the empty bowl, bright icy eyes taking in Linsida with a glaze that would freeze. "I-" Her throat tight as she turns to Wolf, determined not to look "So..Where is the battlecat now? Has any seen her?"

Wolftooth knocks on the table in front of Raghnall ... just loud enough to be heard. "Hey," he calls to him grumpily, though showing a bit of concern. "Your head hurt?" To Vivican, he just snorts his displeasure and mutters under his breath. "Hope she's gone. Dul Bagrah Goh. Good riddance." Whatever was in the middle there was obviously orcish, and not very pleasant sounding. Obviously after everything Wolf has seen of her, he could care less.

[Wolftooth ] Just then, who should walk into the inn but Owain himself, still snacking on a few berries he's pinched from the surrounding wilds to finish his breakfast. ((I'm snagging him for a second for plot purposes.)) He looks around for his companions, and quickly strides up to their table, eyeing the other patrons nervously.

Raghnall almost jumps slightly but then shakes his head at Wolf. "No. Not. Really."

MorgenMorgensson sits there, but it's soon obvious that no amount of massage will ease the tension in him as long as it's in his twin. After a diplomatic few minutes he looks over his shoulder "Your attempt is appreciated." Even if it didnt quite work. He goes back to his gruel, silently hoping for a little action, something to unleash this self rage upon safely

[Wolftooth ] The gambler from the previous night moves to intercept Kaelie, moving in front of her and calling out to her. "Hey, half-elf." He seems fairly calm compared to last night. "May I have a word?"

Kaelie is a little suprised to see the man alive, but she no reason not to speak with him seeing as she hadn't been the one to assult him last night. "I don't see why not?"

[Wolftooth ] The gambler nods, scratching at his chin. "Ehhh ... you'll have to forgive me for last night. I'm not the most graceful loser in the bunch, you see." He looks around through the crowd a moment, then back to Kaelie. "Anyhow, I was hoping you knew where I could find that dark-skinned woman from last night. I ... kinda wanted to apologize to her. For what I did." He stands there looking hopeful.

MorgenMorgensson opens his mouth to speak, closing it with words bitten off before they can be uttered. Finally he just shrugs. He cant answer that one, only Vivi can. They're twins, but that doesnt mean they feel what the other does and he doesnt know for sure what she's feeling, but he can imagine

Wolftooth doesn't seem satisfied by Rag's reply. He just leans his head foreward and raises an eyebrow, inquiring for more in a manner that seems just a touch rude even if he isn't trying. "So ... what?" Owain approaches the group, muttering about blasted civilization, and asks the group all at once if any of them have seen Razor around.

[Kaelie ] "Not many are," she smiles faintly. "Unfortunatly, I haven't seen her since last night and I'm not sure if I will see her again.. I can convey your apolgies to her if I do happen to come across her however?"

Vivican 's teeth grind, being spoken too like she was an impetuous child setting her nerves on edge. Fingers coming together and knuckles cracking, the woman pushing away the bowl to send the spoon skittering across the table.

Raghnall grumbles and glares at Wolf slightly. "So. What.? Well. Heres What. Someone broke into my room and stole ...all the money i have but whats on my belt puch. Thats. What."

[Wolftooth ] The gambler visibly melts into disappointment. "Oh. I'm sorry to hear that. Yes, if you do see her before I do, please give her my regards." His smile that follows is a bit forced ... after all, Kaelie was the one who ended up with the pot after all was said and done. "Good day." With that, he moves off into the crowd and disappears.

Linsida blinks at Vivian's movements and she still walks over to her. "I'm trying to help you know, the lot of you seem frazzled by something that I missed while I was gone. I would prefer that we mend that and move on, or does that sound like a bad idea?" as she looks at Vivican with priestess eyes, those that know the worth of a soul and how dark or light it can be. "Do you think it would be bad to try to make things good for everyone here?" as she opens her hands to Vivican.

Vivican physically tenses, set to move away from those open palms like a cat from water. Just too much she didn't want read in her eyes as she looks instead to the fire crackling in the hearth "I get by without help, Priestess, though I thank you for the thought. You'd be best to take your attentions to those who want them mind, I am not injured and I do not need your counsel."

Wolftooth instinctively brings his hand down directly onto the clattering spoon, pinning it swiftly to the table. A concerned look mixed with slight annoyance is given to the bitter woman ... he's getting rather tired of seeing everyone in this grumpy state. "I agree," he says, looking up to Linsida, then to the druid to whom he shakes his head. Finally, back to Raghnall, he asks the next obvious question. "How much lost?"

Kaelie returns to the inn. Neither disappointed or completely satisfied with her wanderings, but the day had just begun.

[Kaelie ] ((I'm gonna head off and take a nap.. see you guys next week))

Raghnall just leans back and Calmly looks at Wolf. "Oh. Only about five thousand in gold."

Wolftooth visibly chokes, his eyes bugging forward and a hand going to his chest moments after Raghnall speaks. His eyebrows begin to twitch, as if such a sum was slightly too much for him to take in.

[Linsida ] "I am Linsida, a priestess of a loving goddess, yes, I've learn to love all that I know thought that understanding of my loves and losses, but I will not stand for hate and anger to be misplaced or used as a weapon, I do see that you are injured but the soul is hard to heal with the mind isn't willing, so learn to love your life Vivican, it may be the only one you have." as she speaks with a quiet sigh, walking over to her seat again and takeing that lady like pose.

MorgenMorgensson just goes back to sullenly atatcking his gruel for the moment, nothing useful for him to do but wallow :P

Vivican just listens to Linsida speak, a lack of comprehension purposefully held in her gaze, she was just a dumb warrior, best to keep it that way. "Well...I have eaten my fill, and out nature loving friend seems to wish his companion back, I for one am happy to get out of this fetid town."

[Wolftooth ] ((Alrighty, let's call it there for now. I'll save the log for next week. Hopefully everybody will be there next Saturday, including our druid? And remember to get me your character sheets, please! I need ones from Vivi, Morgen, Linsida, and Owain.))

[Wolftooth ] ((Sorry, Lins. I have yours. Oops. Heh.))

MorgenMorgensson needs to level upo he thinks >. needless to say that's going to be tough. he doesnt have any books and doesnt play D&D :P

Vivican 'll do the levelling up for her and morgan and get the sheets over

Raghnall 's goning to go and ...buy more books, O_o ...mebey,

Linsida thinks Morgen should have the tools she sent everyone.

[Wolftooth ] ((Good deal. Nice roleplaying this week, all. A smaller group actually feels a little better.))

[Wolftooth ] ((Yeah, did you get a hold of etools? Most of the group is using that for character generation. Except for me, because etools doesn't handle werewolf properly, so I have to do it all by hand.))

[Wolftooth ] ((Be thinking of what your character would next like to do ... I've been dropping hints at possible plots all during the session, in addition to the other things you've already had in mind like Viv and Morgen's mission.))

Linsida thinks Wolftooth just needs to add a custom template to etools is all.

Wolftooth has a hard enough time trying to figure etools out without learning how to reprogram it.

Wolftooth has a hard enough time trying to figure etools out without learning how to reprogram it.