Horizon Walkers (Game Thread) Dead

[IFS]

Alex kept to himself for most of the voyage, which proved fairly uneventful. This horizon seemed so far strange but without significant problems and he wanted time to himself to reflect on leaving his homeland once again. This is the second time, and for what? A mission that has yet to bear fruit. I must continue though, I have no other choice, to leave the Tall man alone would be to allow him to doom countless worlds.

He also could not help but wonder if he should have parted ways with the rest of the group as some of the others had done. In the end though he felt that there was no harm in traveling with other walkers, and part of him still wished to observe Des. Even if he was not a harmful demon Alex could not help but feel curiosity about his immunity to disease. Such a power could rid my world of many ills.

They eventually arrived at their destination though and were soon accosted by a fellow who proclaimed himself their guide, Alex followed along with the others once again, taking in the sights as they walked. Eventually they arrived at a house where they were to stay the night.

''But if you're to stay the night I have to ask this. Who are you people? Here, in my home?''

"I am Alexander," Alex said, giving a short bow and a smile "at your service."

 

[hiei82]

Kes had not enjoyed the journey to the city to say the least. While adapting to new environments was something of a skill, she found adapting to the constant movements of the vessel all but impossible for her. She found herself sick to her stomach for most of the trip and discovered standing straight was an incredible challenge. As such, she'd subsisted primarily on water for the trip and grew more and more irritable as the days passed on.

When Kes at last saw the approaching city, she was tempted to swim the rest of the way if only to shorten the amount of time she spent aboard the infernal ship. When finally the ship arrived in port, Kes was one of the first ashore; vaulting over the side of the ship before the vessel had even tied it's lines. Once ashore on solid ground she felt almost immediately well. Kes prayed the city had a Horizon Gate within it's borders somewhere for she wanted to never set foot upon a ship again.

Little had changed about Kes sine the escape from Liem. She still had long dark hair, blue eyes, and was covered in "spots" for lack of a better term. If anything could be said to be different, it was the clothes she'd acquired on the previous level. Gone were the rags; replaced with a skirt and blouse far too warm for most people in the given climate. Not that this mattered to Kes; her adaption made the temperature a non-issue. She still wore no shoes; they were far too uncomfortable.

Making their way through the streets, Kes stared at pacing food carts and restaurants, wishing for a moment she wasn't an escaped slave and therefore poor. Why did these "civilized" creatures always treasure shiny pieces of metal so much? In any event, Kes pulled out a small loaf of bread she'd kept from the ship and quietly munched on it as they made their way through the streets.

When they arrived at the "herbalist's" place and the woman asked who they were, Kes stopped eating her bread for a moment to say "Kes" then returned to her eating.

Spoiler: OOC

Kes's #1 weakness: oceanic voyages

 

[Lunar Templar]

When Sal came for her and the robed man, Lucia silently followed them to this Herbalist. She watched these new people more then the sights of the city, she'd been here for about a week so she wasn't as into sight seeing as she was when she first arrived, but she found them to be least a little interesting, it was pretty clear they where all from different worlds.

As she walked her armor chattered as heavy armor like hers does. It was a full suit of plate, dull and dinged up, with a few odd scratches from use but still in excellent shape, it was clearly well taken care of, like all her gear, and as typical for this type of armor left little exposed of value to strike, it was worthy of note that the armor covering her right shoulder and upper arm looks like it had an emblem of some kind there, but since removed. The exception to the where her wings, her tail and how much her helm covered, as the armor on her tail only extended partly down it's length, she had no armor on her wings at all, but she did have plates on her back that didn't impair her flying but that she could also tuck her wings under if she wasn't going to use/need them for battle. Her helm was open faced, and the visor was more for keeping the sun out of her eyes then anything else, but it covered the back of her head, kept her 'hair' out of the way, and even had horn holes. On her left hip her sword rested in its sheath, on her left arm, her shield, re-enforced, round and insulated for high heat. The face of it was bare, though some superficial damage was visible. On her right hip her new spear, this one was had a release in the middle for easier storage. slung over her shoulder and being held by her right hand was her back pack.

As she and the rest of the group reached the Herbalist, the owner offered them a place to stay, but asked them for their names, fair enough. Lucia set her bag down pulled her shield off her arm and lay it on her bag, then removed her helm, lettering her 'hair' fall to a little past her shoulders. "I am Lucia Draken" she said with a small bow of the head to their hostess. "Don't worry, I do not 'breath fire'." she added, figuring it was a good thing for the herbalist to know as she has had people worry about that before.

 

[DarkRawen]

Des kept to the group and especially close to Kes, though every now and then he gestured or smiled towards the female mortals on the ship. They usually smiled back, his captivating charm and appearance ensured that. Even with the slightly charred clothes he was wearing, Des had the ability to appear to have many of the traits people found attractive, already adding to the good-looking base that was his unaltered appearance. Brown hair and orange, clearly supernatural eyes with a well-trained, lean body, and slight tan. Of course, he was sure that most of the reason was his bright smile. It certainly wasn't the dangerous, if well-made, dagger he was carrying on him.

At one point, someone had handed him an apple, a girl with a shy smile and beautiful body. He had kept it, putting it in his pocket. This was because that while he ate food, he didn't need it, and his body had to get completely rid of it in his stomach, leaving not a single trace, which took some time. He had thanked her, of course, kissed her hand and spoken to her some more, though what they had talked about was mostly poorly disguised flirting and even a couple of kisses.

When the others had walked somewhere, he smiled to the girl and told her he'd be back as he had to keep up with the group. Well, he didn't need to, but he wanted to know where they were headed, if nothing else, could always come back later. After all, it would benefit both of them if they made the exchange of pleasure and vitae.

What kind of man would I be to leave a girl all by her own, after all?

It turned out that they couldn't, however, as the long sea-voyage was actually done at that point, and they had left the ship, only to be escorted somewhere else. Des frowned, he wasn't quite sure if he wanted that, he'd promised that woman that he would be back, after all.

But I should stay with the group.

Not only because of Kes, but she was certainly a large part of it. It was because ot the group, even though the group itself kept changing, people leaving, mostly. Some new had joined as well. Even so, he felt terrible as he thought of the girl, she probably was alone as well, though she didn't seem to want to wander the horizons.

It'll be fine, she's beautiful, and she'll find a handsome man. He'll be like, at least half as handsome as me. And just as nice.

Finally they came to the end of their trip through the town, Des having missed most of it because of being distracted. However, when he noticed who they were visiting, he smiled to her.

"But if you're to stay the night I have to ask this. Who are you people? Here, in my home? Well, one at a time."

He waited for his turn, then stepped closer.

"Bonjour mademoiselle, I'm Des, it's lovely to meet you." He'd been told that the mortal language he knew the best was quite elegant sounding, so he wondered how this lady would react to it. "Thank you for letting us stay, if you need anything, please let me know."

 

[Anti-American Eagle]

Another portal. He seemed to be moving through these things at a quick pace. While he couldn't say he wanted to stay behind and he didn't want to risk being captured the liemans who were a mere horizon behind that horizon, before he was grabbed all those years ago he remembered exploring horizons. So after retrieving his sword from the dwarf who had held it for him he followed this group again through the portal.

On the other side of it Kyras was met with grass and an ocean in the distance, before the group moving along again. An old man who seemed to have something against Dalrel and him because of moving with Dalrel yelled at them to travel to an island. And so after a few hours they left port on a ship, and were fed as the ship rocked back and forth on the water. It was something he was happy to forget.

And then the ship docked again and they were led through streets to a "herbologist." He recognized herb, so he reasoned that she was an herbalist. In the marble shop the "herbologist" bluntly asked him what his name was so he replied "Hello, I'm Kyras."

And then he noticed the woman, lizard, dragon thing near him. He was starting to remember the strangeness of travelling the horizons.

 

[Terratina.]

Id saw little point in following the others, it wasn't like there was any reason why it was doing so in the first place. Just they were going across Horizons like the arcane experiment was currently doing. But, there was something interesting in the haunted Horizon. The land itself seemed sick. Id hadn't encountered anything like it, but then again Id hadn't been a 'Walker for very long. However, one thing was certain: being without a body was somewhat irksome. Building one would take time but there was plenty of material to work with. Some of the spirits seemed to be rather servile as well, trying to survive in the most cowardly way possible in land populated by much bigger fish. Perhaps... No, that would be too risky, wouldn't it?

***​

Trahaearn stared at the piece of paper once last time, trying to make sense of what was written on there and failing. He sneered at it and put it back in a pouch. There were supposed to be words there but Trahaearn couldn't see any.

"Go to the 'herb-olo-gist', get work they said..." He muttered to himself.

Then it came into sight: green, plants, herbs... Suddenly a lightbulb popped up in his head, that must be it! Trahaearn immediately ran towards the door, accidentally charging into it. He still had to get used to his current weight. Gone were those heavier monster parts.

[HEADING=2]*THUD*[/HEADING]​

He gave a bashful smile to his surprised audience who were probably a little mad at the collapsing door. He'd paid the damages off somehow anyway. Without delay, Trahaearn then got the piece of paper out and waved it about.

"I was told I could get work here." He stated, "My name is Trahaearn."

 

[Josh123914]

The herbologist stared at the group with Sal at her side, as they all gave their introductions one after the other.

"I am Alexander, at your service."

"Kes"

"I'm Zuria of the Stharn, and thank you for your hospitality. Is there anything I can do in return?"

"I am Lucia Draken. Don't worry, I do not 'breath fire'."

"Bonjour mademoiselle, I'm Des, it's lovely to meet you. Thank you for letting us stay, if you need anything, please let me know."
"Hello, I'm Kyras."

Then it seemed to be Dalrel's turn.
''Hello, my name is Dalrel, the letter is confirmation of that'' He smiled at his own wit, and dusted something off of his clothes. He was a tall, but lean man, and shared the same general ethnicity as the herbologist.
Dalrel was clean shaven with slightly tanned skin, brown eyes so light they appear nearly orange, along with neck length shaggy black hair.
Wear and tear has left his clothes barely hanging together after having them for so long.
The navy shirt and black trousers underneath a long flowing brown cloak were all faded into various browns and greys by now,
and he's carrying a small bag over his shoulder, as well as a steel sword.

The only one of the group that did not respond was the hooded man with the weathered face.
''Well,'' said Sal. ''Speak up.''
The man said nothing.
''Ugh, Sal, escort him out of the shop.''
Sal did as instructed, positioning the hooded mute outside the front entrance on a bench.

The herbologist then composed herself.
''It's a pleasure to meet you all, My name is Nettil.'' She said, grinning.
She wore a long silk green dress under a grey housecoat, along with a gold anklet on her left foot.
Surprisingly young, Nettil must have been in her early 20's, with hair brown like soil that if it wasn't tied back would be nearly down to her elbows, and hazel eyes. She was of an average height, and quite pale, and spoke with an air of confidence when addressing the group, or Sal.

''Now, I need you becaus-''

*THUD*

A dazed Wood Elf came slamming through the door, clutching a note and rattling several shelves.
"I was told I could get work here." the Wood elf stated, "My name is Trahaearn."

''Shit.'' Nettil stated, rushing over to a now-broken pot. She waved her arms as to keep the soil together. Sal returned and channeled water from a floor above towards the plant as it was maneuvered mid-air into a new container.

Nettil glared at Trahaearn. ''Careful.'' She ordered.
''Follow me.'' she said, motioning them up the stairs and into a large living area, with seats and couches and pillows dotting the room as orange light poured in from a large window.
''This should accommodate you for the night. If you want food, there's markets outside, come to me if you have any questions. But personally, I'd get some sleep, we've got a big day tomorrow.''
She told them, nodding to Sal as they continued back up the stairs to wherever they slept.

''...Huh,'' Dalrel mumbled, assembling a bed for himself on a spacious leather coach. ''Any theory on what or why we are here?''
He left his satchel on his newly-carved out territory. ''Do not touch this spot. Anybody coming to buy food?'' He asked, whipping out some old currency from the satchel and tossing it around.

 

[DarkRawen]

"It's a pleasure to meet you all, My name is Nettil."

Des followed her and the rest of the group up, not minding that some new person had joined up again. It seemed to be very common. While the place she sent them to seemed comfortable, Des would rather spend more time to get to know Nettil. A little, at least.

"This should accommodate you for the night. If you want food, there's markets outside, come to me if you have any questions. But personally, I'd get some sleep, we've got a big day tomorrow."

Des was about to say that he did have some questions, but the fact that she and the guy were walking up the stairs made him instinctively back off. There was something in him that avoided people who seemed to be in a relationship, at least while the guy was there. When not, it didn't matter that much, not if the woman was unhappy.

The mortals certainly don't know how to take care of each other. They worry too much about the wrong things, and care too little about the important.

He supposed that was their nature, always thinking too much and never caring enough. Instead of going after Nettil, he chose a rather big couch that was more like a surface covered in soft-looking pillows, and laid down. Des wasn't going to sleep, but he was fond of comfort and luxury. Making room for another person, he motioned to Kes.

"Kes, here, there's room for you to sleep," he said. "Doesn't it look soft?" Des was smiling warmly. "I can sit up too, if you'd prefer for me to do that, I don't sleep, so I don't mind." If she didn't want to, he could perhaps ask one of the newly joined ones, but they didn't seem very sociable.

Not that Kes was either, of course, but Kes was Kes.


"Any theory on what or why we are here? Do not touch this spot. Anybody coming to buy food?"

"I don't know where we are," Des replied. "And it doesn't matter why, we have a comfortable place to lie. I don't really need food. Although," he sat up, suddenly. "Do you think I could get some clothes that aren't as burned as this?"

 

[Terratina.]

''Any theory on what or why we are here?''

"My, my, that is a strange question to ask." Trahaearn guffawed, "Work, perhaps?"

Naturally, he was doing it again: running his mouth off without thinking. As he claimed a spot, Trahaearn realised it was pretty much his fault the purpose behind the work hadn't been revealed. No matter, the lady had said to just rest for now. Still...

"Oh, er, yeah." He sputtered, "I charged in before she could say. Sorry about that! Could always ask anyway."

He sighed and went back to his spot and lied down. His stomach betrayed his hunger, though he had little to offer anyone behind those market stalls. Besides, Trahaearn wanted to get to know the group better, as some had taken his eye.

"Never mind me." The hunter said as his stomach rumbled, "I've more hunger for ya stories than food."

 

[Lunar Templar]

Lucia grabbed her gear and followed the group to the room they'd be staying in for the night. Once in the room she found a spot and set her things down.

''Any theory on what or why we are here?'' one of them asked, the one called Dalrel asked.

"We are here because we lack the common sense to not jump into a portal of unknown origin, that leads to gods know where." Lucia said calmly, but glibly as she removed the her shoulder armor and wing guards. "Unless your asking about the job we've been gathered for, then I got nothing." she continued as she unlatched the straps holding her breast plate, and back plate and pulled that off, then the armor on her arms. "Since we will be in the employ of a 'Herbologist', logic would dictate it's something to do with plants. Be it the removal of some beat threatening a valuable plant, or acquiring a valuable plant from a place to hazardous for our employer to get them selves." she said as she removed her thigh and upper leg armor and set it with the rest.

She was now just in her under shirt, which was a tank top like shit and pants that went to just below the knee. She did a full stretch once free of her armor, extending her wings to their full length before letting them hang low a little, but not enough to dragon on the floor, her tail was also kept off the floor. Her scales shimmered a bit in the light but interestingly, like her armor, her shoulder bore a scar, a tattoo of some kind had been crudely removed, though the scar was obscured by the thicker scales on her shoulders.

 

[Josh123914]

Dalrel moved towards the stairs and waved his arms for the others to follow.
''Going out?'' Nettil was leaning on a railing a floor above them, tossing a small pouch towards Dalrel.
''Get me wine, and some spices in the next street. Nutmeg preferably.'' she said, her hair dangling over the railing.

Dalrel nodded suspiciously, jogging down the spiral staircase and towards the door.
The hooded man was still sitting outside, staring blankly into open space. It was at this point Dalrel suspected he was in some kind of comatose state, but refused to say anything.

Indeed, following the street and turning left brought him to a small but thriving market, that appeared to sell anything. Books, to clothes, to food to weapons. Some stalls were beginning to close as it became darker, but others brought lights and lamps to brighten their areas.
Dalrel came across a stall ripe with fresh produce, lots of spices, nutmeg included. He approached the young man at the stall, scratching his shaggy black hair. ''I'll take a bottle, eh, Suul wine, some of that nutmeg and-- is that rice?'' He asked suspiciously. ''Yep, fresh from the Colonies,'' The young merchant told him with pride.

Dalrel left, taking with him with a bag of rice and some other exotics, then weaving through the now waning crowd. He passed a monk with row after row of tapestries, and a man in armour telling everyone the power his staff could summon, before moving towards some sort of dressmaker. The stall was perfumed, and radiating with vibrant colours. Unlike the last one, this stall had a back wall and a roof, hinting at some sort of hierarchy. The elderly woman with a fake smile welcomed him, and tutted at the so called rags he was draped in.

After a few minutes searching (and a few more haggling), Dalrel had bought himself a new set of shoes, a burgundy cloak with matching trousers, and a black doublet.
''Don't wear them yet though, you're filthy.'' Warned the dressmaker, nodding over to a nearby public bathhouse. ''Not as filthy as them over there, but take a bath first...'' She said, pointing at some of Dalrel's companions who had found their way into the market.

Dalrel smiled and pretended to browse the stalls for a few more minutes before finding his way out of the market and back to the shop.

Nettil was there waiting on the second floor, eager for her spices. ''Oh, you're back. Hand over my things and then we can talk.'' she said, moving into a small kitchen area and began to work around a pot full of hot water.
Dalrel left everything on top of a desk and pulled out his bag of rice.
''How do you eat this?'' He asked, confused.

 

[DarkRawen]

"I'll be up for food as well. Looks like someone's been through hell."

Des turned to the female who had spoken, he hadn't talked to her before this, but his expression was just as friendly and happy as when he spoke to other ladies.

"Hell's not burning, though," he replied, voice sincere and curious. "It's large, and cold, or so I seem to remember. I'm Des, it's nice to meet you."

Seeing as Des didn't really get a reply regarding the clothes as Dalrel and some of the others headed out, he just shrugged and followed, assuming that the white-haired lady would follow as well. he left the apple behind. He didn't really have a lot to use for trading apart from the dagger he had been given and the clothes he was wearing, apart from a nice attitude and a refreshing smile.

Most places, that didn't mean much. The lady in the clothing store was strict as well, at least until he assured her that he wasn't dirty -he'd taken the chance to take a bath aboard the ship- and that the current clothes was from a strange and new horizon. Whether it was Des' frown when she initially said that it wasn't enough and that he would have to add the dagger as well, the lack of enough of a conscience to take a weapon from a horizon traveller, or simply business sense, she eventually gave in and provided him with clothes in exchange from what he was already wearing.

Less clothes than he had owned, no layers this time, and about half as thick, but in a softer and more comfortable fabric, Des walked out the store almost looking like a new man. It was a dark green and brown outfit. The upper part was more of a slim, thin coat and pants that were slightly too big, as well as a pair of shoes that were little more than slippers. It had very little embroidery, some here and there, but not much at all, and in that regard, it was simple clothes. Even so, Des fastened the sheathed dagger as a belt, and hummed happily, he liked the way it looked on him, and, just as importantly, how it felt to wear it. Not that he couldn't look good in anything, of course he could, but this drew more eyes. Possibly because he hadn't really closed the upper half, but still.

When they got back, Des smiled to Nettil but stayed away from her due to what he thought might be a relationship, and went back to the couch he had chosen, sitting down and addressing those who hadn't gone.

"You didn't want to go?" he asked the lot. "It was fun."

 

[Lunar Templar]

Lucia turned to notice, most the people had left, including the man who asked the question she just answered. "Well that's just rude." she said before inspecting her gear. She'd been busy the last couple days and hadn't really had time to give it the once over she usually did, and her breast plate had been feeling like it was sitting oddly lately.

This is what she was doing when one of them returned, Des she thinks his name was. "You didn't want to go? It was fun." He asked the few of them that stayed behind. "No reason to go shopping yet" she said as she inspected binding on her armor. "But seems it was a productive trip for you. That looks better then the rags you where in before." she said after she turned to face him.

 

[IFS]

Alex didn't need to purchase much, his uniform was true to its purpose and he'd kept it and his weapons well maintained so there was no need for replacements anytime soon. That said he could always restock on food supplies, particularly those that would last long enough to be useful while traveling. This in mind he went about acquiring such supplies, though it took some persuading to get some of the merchants to accept his foreign coin.

He also noted with some interest that they had been joined by a few new faces, a large man who seemed rather boisterous. One of the others was a strange scaled woman who was now speaking with Des. Finally there was a human woman dressed in furs with a strange gauntlet.

Curious he approached the man, Trahaearn, if he remembered the man's introductions correctly. The man had mentioned a desire to hear their stories, so perhaps he would be worth discussing with.

"Hello," he said "I heard you mention you wanted to hear stories, I'd be happy to tell of our travels so far, provided of course you share some tales of your own in exchange."

 

[Josh123914]

Nettil dumped out the rice into a bowl and smothered it in some kind of yellow sauce.
She handed Dalrel a fork and told him to eat.
''Isn't the snow elf coming down?''. Nettil smirked, ''No, I don't dare go near his room.''
Dalrel laughed at that, forcing the strange food into his mouth. ''I thought you two were.... together?''
Nettil gave Dalrel a strange look, ''Don't be ridiculous. He just lives here because he doesn't have to shit in a pot. Which reminds me, in this building, the toilet connects straight to the sewer. That isn't as common as you'd hope...''

Shrugging, Dalrel ate more.
It was a strange sensation, but this was the first time in a long time that Dalrel felt safe. No glaring over his shoulder, the safety and stability of his surroundings was sort of jarring. He finished eating and asked his host:
''Why are you doing this? I have a debt.'' Surely he thought that this kind of environment was a luxury, and a chance to escape his burden.
Nettil scoffed. ''You didn't read the letter.'' She said, pouring out a glass of reddish wine and sipping at it, while leaning herself against a counter.
''Your investors are no longer an issue. Two of them died shortly after you left, leaving no trace of their investment. Another's investment was so miniscule Ilyara paid it off for you, he just wanted his name on the paper if any results came of your expidition. Another lost his holdings and influence when Ilyara merged with the Pentarium. That just left you. Which, after five years of being gone, the state had written off your debt, doubting you'd return.''

Dalrel glared at her, mumbling, ''But, Ael-'' Nettil then cut him off. ''Ael sent all of you my way on purpose. He likes to keep Horizon Walkers away from his city so that any damage done by them can be chalked up as not his problem.'' She told him, brushing some hair behind her ear.
Dalrel assessed his current debt-free situation. Concluding, ''....Then why are we here?'' he asked.
Nettil smiled.
''I suppose I can trust you, you seem.... different compared to the others.''
''What? I'm.... special?'' he said jokingly.
''Don't be an idiot. You're local-- enough. You know how this world works. The others might start a crazy incident and not even know it.'' Dalrel nodded.

It was at this point they noticed the others coming in and making noise. By now it was pitch black outside and the street was beginning to sleep. ''Follow me.''

The two of them entered the guest room side by side, Dalrel making his home in a patch of pillows he claimed earlier.
''Right everyone.'' Nettil proclaimed towards them. ''Tomorrow we're going to the Towers. So be presentable.'' She stared at the dragon-lady, and then the rather beautiful looking man with the orange eyes. ''And... well, try not to stand out.'' She left the group, venturing upstairs and rubbing her temples. Sal was looming by his door, looking to her for an answer. ''It's going to be like herding cats tomorrow....''

Dalrel watched her leave and took off his cloak and trousers, getting into a comfortable position. ''Well goodnight everyone. It's getting late''

 

[Anti-American Eagle]

After being led up a floor and left to his own devices Kyras was asked if he wanted to go out to the streets. After a moment of thought he followed the man Dalrel out the door and began wandering the market. The last opportunity he had to replace anything of his was...

After stepping into the market he looked into his sack of coins, most were shiny and metal, only about half were imperial. And so with hints of desperation in his voice he convinced shopkeepers to take his coin on the basis that they were shiny pieces of metal.

The first thing he bought was food: Some fruit and a loaf of bread for when he went back to the shop, some druid fruit and nuts and some kind of grain for later, and a few jars of something the shopkeeper convinced him to buy called a preservable that he was told would last forever. The second was replacement equipment: A fresh waterskin, a length of rope, a needle and thread, and a few strips of leather. The third he thought of was herbs, but he was in an unfamiliar land and thought it better to rely on what he had until he had time to learn on his own.

The last thing he went for he found as the sun began to set. Alcohol, it was one of the things the liemen masters realised was too dangerous to use for keeping him pacified. Though he enjoyed drinking it to dull the pain it was more valuable as weapon there. But here, he was free and he wanted a drink. After wandering into a shop filled shelves stocked with bottles of what he assumed were wine he set his sights on a bottle of some kind of alcohol that was a clearish green, all it had for a label was a picture of a winged thing. It was kept beside several bottles marked in the same way holding what looked like the same thing. After grabbing it and walking to the counter the shopkeep eyed him and the bottle suspiciously before accepting his foreign currency.

No haggling or advice, just the sale of absinthe to a man who had no idea what absinthe was.

Upon Kyras return he sat down on one of the unoccupied couches and began to stitch damaged parts of his armour. Eventually the woman from before came upstairs and told him and the others that he was going to a tower so he should be presentable, and that he shouldn't stand out. He responded after she left by consuming a piece of bread and continuing to stitch his armour.

 

[DarkRawen]

"No reason to go shopping yet. But seems it was a productive trip for you. That looks better then the rags you where in before."

Des wasn't sure if this mortal was female or not, something was odd about the vitae. Then again, if he could sense it, she had to be a woman.

That's how it usually works. And her name was Lucia, right?

Yeah, he was certain of that, this time he had actually paid attention to the introductions... or, like, at least some of them. He glanced over at Kes for a short moment, she wasn't very talkative, but his eyes went back to Luca almost instandly, as he addressed the strange mortal.

"Thank you, mademoiselle," he replied. "I think so too, the other clothes were a bit... burned." he laughed. "I'm Des, by the way, which you probably know already, your name was Lucia, was it not? That's a nice name." With a tilt of his head, he examined her further.

So, I've established that she's a female... but what kind?

The only similar thing he had seen to her was... he couldn't really remember, but she didn't look like a normal mortal.

"Say, I don't mean to be rude, but what kind of mortal are you?"