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Ivaan stepped forward. Time for the diplomatic approach, I think. He shot a glance to Karen that told her to calm down and began to speak in a deep, but amiable tone.
"Hello friend, I am Ivaan. What is your name? I come from just over the border and I'm a healer. From what I heard from the... guards, I understand that you might need medical aid?"
"Hello friend, I am Ivaan. What is your name? I come from just over the border and I'm a healer. From what I heard from the... guards, I understand that you might need medical aid?"
Ivaan raised a brow "From what I saw you seemed unwell. Your scales and webbing seem to be unhealthy. Let us in and I'm sure we could help each other."
"What's this about Abumot rising?" "Why would anyone think he'd be back?"
'No necromancer can control their own undead, and the dead soon become undead with no ones interference.'
Ivaan was confused "Abumot?" He whispered questioningly to Bom.
"What's this about Abumot rising?" "Why would anyone think he'd be back?"
'No necromancer can control their own undead, and the dead soon become undead with no ones interference.'
Ivaan was confused "Abumot?" He whispered questioningly to Bom.
Bom turned to Ivaan.
"Abumot. They say he united all the tribes, and made our country what it is today. But he's been dead a long time - no one even knows where he is buried, and that's assuming he's real."
Bom shrugged.
"Not many even believe that, these days."
Bom didn't put much more thought to it. He turned back to Yermy. An old yama is a very rare thing, which probably was a testament to Yermy's luck, smarts and gumption.
"Sorry to bother you." He shouted through the door. "Know anywhere I could get a good weapon?" He smiled. "I'd hate to run into Abumot empty handed."
"Abumot. They say he united all the tribes, and made our country what it is today. But he's been dead a long time - no one even knows where he is buried, and that's assuming he's real."
Bom shrugged.
"Not many even believe that, these days."
Bom didn't put much more thought to it. He turned back to Yermy. An old yama is a very rare thing, which probably was a testament to Yermy's luck, smarts and gumption.
"Sorry to bother you." He shouted through the door. "Know anywhere I could get a good weapon?" He smiled. "I'd hate to run into Abumot empty handed."
Ivaan scratched his furry chin with a selection of claws. I wish that ghoul hadn't phrased what he had said like that. 'waiting to die' indeed. I'd be surprised if Abumont himself could stop this old man.
Ivaan pulled a small case out of his bag and took out a few select alchemical ingredients. He took a small mortar and pestle and made it up into a paste, before wrapping it and placing it by the door.
"There's a parcel here, it contains a paste that can partially heal your scales and webbing. It'll also help any muscular aches and pains as well. I'll just leave it here by the door."
Ivaan didn't like to leave someone suffering. Even if they were adamant that they didn't need help.
"Okay, shall we swing by the Inn, and then see if we can find a weapon shop?" he asked, mostly to Claire.
Ivaan pulled a small case out of his bag and took out a few select alchemical ingredients. He took a small mortar and pestle and made it up into a paste, before wrapping it and placing it by the door.
"There's a parcel here, it contains a paste that can partially heal your scales and webbing. It'll also help any muscular aches and pains as well. I'll just leave it here by the door."
Ivaan didn't like to leave someone suffering. Even if they were adamant that they didn't need help.
"Okay, shall we swing by the Inn, and then see if we can find a weapon shop?" he asked, mostly to Claire.
Claire listened intently to the words of the Elder Yama, trying to remember every word, every phrase, and every inflection for later; all could potentially reveal useful information they would need to survive. If what the Yama said were true - that the undead were going out of control and the dead were rising of their own merit - then it was indeed a bad situation.
At least from her human perspective. She had never much liked the idea of raising the dead; there was something about it that just seemed... wrong. Logically; she knew that necromancy, like any form of spell-craft, was a tool that could be used to any end - good or bad, but there was something about necromancy that made her believe it had more bad uses then good.
Shaking her head clear of the thoughts; she began to put the pieces together. "The dead are rising... Maybe that's what that crab thing was; some kind of undead... crab... thing." she thought to herself, her line of thought breaking down toward the end, when she had no words to describe the crab. Fortunately, it quickly recovered.
The story would explain Ivaan's feelings on the crab being controlled, and support the words of the Yama. "Okay... so we ran into an undead crab that, I can assume, no one intentionally raised... that corroborates Yermy's story. That suggests the other side of it - the lack of control - is also true. In which case-" she though picking up where she had left off.
Claire took a moment to stare down the street at the obscene amount of ghoul-guardians. "-I wonder who's controlling the ghouls then?" she finished the thought, muttering it aloud to no one in particular, her train of thought coming to a disturbing end-of-line.
She completely missed Ivaan's question/suggestion while she was thinking it through.
At least from her human perspective. She had never much liked the idea of raising the dead; there was something about it that just seemed... wrong. Logically; she knew that necromancy, like any form of spell-craft, was a tool that could be used to any end - good or bad, but there was something about necromancy that made her believe it had more bad uses then good.
Shaking her head clear of the thoughts; she began to put the pieces together. "The dead are rising... Maybe that's what that crab thing was; some kind of undead... crab... thing." she thought to herself, her line of thought breaking down toward the end, when she had no words to describe the crab. Fortunately, it quickly recovered.
The story would explain Ivaan's feelings on the crab being controlled, and support the words of the Yama. "Okay... so we ran into an undead crab that, I can assume, no one intentionally raised... that corroborates Yermy's story. That suggests the other side of it - the lack of control - is also true. In which case-" she though picking up where she had left off.
Claire took a moment to stare down the street at the obscene amount of ghoul-guardians. "-I wonder who's controlling the ghouls then?" she finished the thought, muttering it aloud to no one in particular, her train of thought coming to a disturbing end-of-line.
She completely missed Ivaan's question/suggestion while she was thinking it through.
Bom didn't know of any way to politely respond to being told to shut up by an elder. He stared stupidly at the door for a second, and then headed off.
"If anyone wants me, I'll be trying out the shop. Maybe someone left some bone crafts behind."
He made his way towards the nearest Ghoul.
"Which way to the shops?"
"If anyone wants me, I'll be trying out the shop. Maybe someone left some bone crafts behind."
He made his way towards the nearest Ghoul.
"Which way to the shops?"
Karen had been listening with uncharacteristic patience to what the old Yama had to say, though she wasn't sure as to what any of it meant.
Rias on the other hand, was busy cooking dinner in the Inn's kitchen. She'd decided to go for something not a stew of some kind since they where both inside and had the resources for something else
Rias on the other hand, was busy cooking dinner in the Inn's kitchen. She'd decided to go for something not a stew of some kind since they where both inside and had the resources for something else
Reetch sat perched, looking around the Inn curiously. He'd never been in an Inn before, let alone a Yama Inn. Whilst traveling he was more then used to sleeping and making camp wherever he could, rarely with an actual roof over his head, making this stay something of a novelty.
"I wonder how they're getting on at this Yermy place, you think they'll be alright?" He asked aloud.
"I wonder how they're getting on at this Yermy place, you think they'll be alright?" He asked aloud.
"I wonder how they're getting on at this Yermy place, you think they'll be alright?"
"Their probably fine Rias said as she mixing something in a bowl "I got the impression the Yermy wasn't fit to do much anyway
"Their probably fine Rias said as she mixing something in a bowl "I got the impression the Yermy wasn't fit to do much anyway
Looking to the sky, Claire realized it would be good to report back to the inn soon; if only to make sure William was informed of the recently gleaned information. Seeing no reason to do otherwise, she made the point clear. "Right. Lets meet with the others at the Inn. Would at least one of you go with Mr. Bom - safety in numbers and all." she asked, Karen and Ivaan.
Ivaan coughed awkwardly and looked at claire; no-one seemed to have noticed his question. He began walking back to the inn anyway.
"I'll go back to the inn and give a report to William. the rest of you can go with bom if you want. I can handle myself after all."
Ivaan began to walk to the inn, and he got there sooner rather than later.
"I'll go back to the inn and give a report to William. the rest of you can go with bom if you want. I can handle myself after all."
Ivaan began to walk to the inn, and he got there sooner rather than later.