Morzoth can be seen reading a book in the tavern (yes... i said a book). apon further inspection anyone can see that the book is an angori blacksmithing how to book. Morzoth would run his finger across the page in what seems to be random motion and then stare up as if to think from time to time.
it wasn't much longer before a dark robed figure passed with sweeping steps into tavern. Only the drag of her robes could be heard between her steps. She passes to the table, hood drawn, and pulls the edge of the bench from the table a bit to sit with her back resting against the wall. She placesher silver goblet on the table, lifting next her bottle of wine and opening it to allow the dark red liquid to pour into the cup, easing back with the sour smell of alcohol wafting from it's rim. Lifting the silver to her lips, she tastes of the rotted and fermented fruit, her pale features bland, and no hint of emotion forming across her lips as she rests leans back against the tavern wall. Her eyes watch dully across the tavern, observing the occupants, hidden by the black folds of her hood. seeming at relative ease, though her watch is constant, she sits among the other two angori, listening quietly to their conversation.
Katri slips quietly into the tavern after several days' absence from jastrey yet again. She notices Barbaal and Morzoth at a table and raises her eyebrow at the latter, "Angori read?"
She sat on a bench not far from the pair and shot a glance at her pale looking mentor.
Akon doesn't seem to acknowledge anyone in particular, eyes entirely unseen, though they watch through the folds of her fabric. Despite her lack of acknowledgement however, there is a distinctive feeling that she indeed knows you are there. It wasn't long before she rose to speak with Zenphere, and then returned likewise, reaching agian for her wine bottle. "I'm assuming no one touched it while I was away? I'd rather not enjoy poision with my morning breakfast." She sat, filling her cup again.
"I doubt anyone has touched your wine, Lady Nivarian. Unless a ghost has decided to kill you, I've seen no one near it." Katri answers quietly, just loud enough for the other Uordeq to hear. Her gaze lights evenly with about where Akon's eyes should be hidden beneath her hood.
Something in the young Uordeq's manner may seem different to those who know her. She is calm and her voice and expression are blank and even. Her sword is nowhere to be seen and the quiver at her hip is nearly empty. Her face is somewhat pale and tired looking and the discerning eye might detect blood at the hem of her cloak. Pausing another moment in her gaze on Akon, she turns her attention back to Morzoth and Barbaal leaning over the book.
After having a few drinks Barbaal begins to scan the tavern for any more familiar faces. His eyes fall upon the two Uordeq sitting nearby. He gives a meaninful nod to Akon and then bellows out to Katri. "Oi! Katri! 'Aven't seen you 'round 'ere in while! Where you been? Off on some great hunt or somefing?" Finishing his 3rd or 4th mug of ale, he quickly calls for another.
Katri lets out a low laugh that doesnt quite reach her eyes, "Something like that, Barbaal. How goes work on the crimson quarter? Do you know?"
She gets up, listening for the answer as she grabs a drink and returns to sit once more on the bench near the Angori brothers.
Something about the quick mentioning of the word "hunt" roused Blisdon from a comforting sleep in a nearby bush and brought him sleepily drifting into the tavern, his nose following the scent of refreshing ale and sizzling meat that was hanging in the air before stopping at the crowd of townspeople and taking a seat with them all.
" Well 'Allo Everyone." Blisdon said with a gravelly and hoarse tone to his voice as he pulls out a large pipe and begins to light it's mysterious contents. "I must say, The chill that hangs in the air makes great for drinkin' an' eatin' in one anothers company."
Akon smirks, picking up the discarded book and looking over it slightly. She chuckles, then hands it back, a long smirk resting over her lips, which is almost all that can be seen below the black folds. "The winter is setting in. Perfect time for forging...." She said, her tone drifting in just a way that perhaps hinted that the word 'forging' didn't just imply work of steel and hammer. "Reminds me of the nights of my homeland. Brittlely cold. Damp. I do miss the caves at times. I found them peaceful." She then lifts another sip of wine to her lips, nursing it with no intent on rushing.
Licks her lips, a wry slim smirk leaking its way across her grin. "Sure. There's one right over there." She sneers in a dark humored tone, gesturing toward's Blisdon's general direction, before tasting dryly of her wine again, lips still curled in her own bemusement.
Katri looked mildly curious at the exchange. She muttered, "It would seem as though I missed something in my absence from town..."
The girl sat up from her postion leaned against the wall and rested her elbows on the table and her chin on interlocked fingers. She was quiet for a moment and then asked, "Why the talk of sacrificing dwarves and exploding blood? What happened while I was away?"
After a time, it seemed to Katri no one was particularly intent on answering her and the young Uordeq rose to her feet. She nodded to the group, bidding them farewell in her thick accent, "I will be taking my leave of you now. I have some... Things to attend to. See you all later."
Turning, she drew up her hood and mask and wrapped her self more tightly in her cloak. With a final glance around the tavern, she headed out into the cold and down the road.
Barbaal enters the tavern to find his brother at the table with a strange object. "Was 'at?" he asks his older brother as he takes a seat.