Cail walked through town with a thoughtful look on his face, his gaze towards the ground. He stopped in front of the Shady Corners which had just recently been home to a horde of fiends and shook his head at the thought. Everything that had happened seemed almost a blur. He woke up in this strange place not knowing where he was or who any of the people around him were and yet he felt he had to help them rid the town of the infestation.
He did it without thinking, without any hesitation. Why? Why did he do that? He didn’t know them, they were complete strangers. How did everyone know his name? He tried to play along with most of it, but the confusion still washed over him. There was too much he didn’t know.
Cail then walked up the steps and opened the door to the tavern. He walked to an empty table towards the back and sat down. Something tingled in the back of his mind and he mumbled a few words, then a small glass of water appeared before him. “Hmm,” he hummed to himself. “Yet another thing I can do that I didn’t know I could.”
Cail looks to the Angori after taking a small sip of the cool water and chuckles a little.
"No, no. I don't drink. Alcohol dulls the senses and makes meditation that much harder. As for helping save the town... well, I just did what anyone would do. I couldn't just let people suffer from that... that plague or whatever it was. I couldn't leave people to die."
He mumbled his last words as he turned to look down somberly at his hands.
"Yup, you are defiantly broken." Zwey seats himself, and sips on his gnomish pisswater. "Seeing you around town before recent events, I'll admit, i was quite intimidated. While I dont think anyone will mind this change of heart, I would worry about anyone who undergoes such a severe personality shift. I thought our wondering in the woods was a trap, to be honest. What is the last thing you remember?"
"Broken? Now why would you say that," Cail asked Zwey with a small laugh. "I feel fine other than not knowing most of the people around me or how I suddenly awoke miles and miles away from home in a strange town that seems to be a magnet for all things evil. The last thing I remember is being on the verge of death as my Father challenged me one last time to better myself."
He then looked to the Angori with a questioning look and asked, "Why would I have intimidated you? I've done nothing to warrant such feelings. And why would I set traps for you? I have no quarrel with anyone, much less you in particular."
Zwey chuckles, "You'll have to forgive me, my father was a gnome, broken was used to describe anything not quite right. You have a history here, one that has been given away form the sounds of it. You, to me any ways, were the towering plinth of short tempered wizard. Cail, as I know you, worked for Cail and Cail only." Zwey pulls a wineskin out of his pack, and a glass for a red liquid which he drinks before continuing, "And the trap thing, one does not argue with an older citizen of town when they ask you to walk with them." Zwey finishes laughing.
Things started clicking in Cail's mind. "So that's what she meant," he whispered to himself. A very disturbed look crossed his face as he spoke to Zwey again, "It sounds like I was a terrible person. I'm surprised im still alive if that's true. I know I can be firm sometimes, like with Lianna and the short rogue during our fight a few nights ago, but I wouldn't consider myself mean spirited or short tempered. And truthfully I asked you to walk with me because I saw how you fought. I believed that I could trust you from how you tried to protect those that were sick as I tried to do and I didn't want to go walking about in a strange place by myself."
Zwey grins, and chuckles, "Terrible is the wrong word. You struck me more as the father whom has been worked past being understanding of his children's mistakes, and has had to take the strict, no-nonsense road to take care of his kids. At least that was my impression before recent events. You and I are a lot a like, I am glad to hear that i was not the only one riding Obitus's and Lia's asses about quitting." Zwey smiles, "I think I know the she of which you speak, but that is for another time."
The door pressed open, and dark robes swayed in a rush around the near silent steps of the Uordeq woman's footfalls. Hood drawn up against the daystar's heated rays, Akon nursed fingers and thumb about the bridge of her nose as she made her way through the tavern to the barkeep. "Just ale. Something light." She muttered, annoyance in her tone.
"Ah, that's his name, Obitus. Well if what you say is true, then I can count you a friend amongst strangers, Well met, Zwey." Cail smiled slightly as he raised his glass to the Angori and took another swallow. "And as for the 'she' you think I speak of, what do you know of her?"
As the words left his mouth he happened to catch a glimpse of movement out of the corner of his eye and then turned his head to look fully at the dark-clad woman. As she ordered her drink Cail gave her a moment's stare more before turning back to Zwey.
The Gnomish rogue wandered into the tavern with a perpetual pout about his features, he made his way over to the bar and hoisted himself up to sit on one of the available stools. "Hi there Mac, I'll take an ale as well please, Baumgarden brew, none of that nagnome stuff" he cringed in thought of that swill, even with his newly aquired cheeks he wasn't interested in what the nagnomes were selling. He nodded to Akon in greeting before taking note of the rest of the tavern's occupants. "hrm, awfully quiet in here today, I wonder where everyone else got off too" he shrugged and went back to waiting for his beverage.
Delvin glanced up to the towering mage as he approached and greeted him with a smile, "aye, better now that my innards have quit their nonsensical tingling" he gave a chuckle. He pressed a foot to the bar so that he spun on his stool, his back being pressed against the bartop. Turning to Zwey he explained, "I drank a Weisscloud potion, turned me all rosey cheeked and made my ears fall off, which is good because they would just get in the way of a hat" at the mention of a hat he pouted, "I feel....so....naked". He paused for a bit as he contemplated his hatless noggin.
Zwey chuckles, "My brother felt the same way when he entered the wider world. Thankfully, Pap had the family tri-corener for him, ready for the day he started adventuring." Zwey taps his horns, "I was suppose to get it, but turned it down, I would have ruined it."
Zwey walks into the tavern, his pack on his back, as well as few other things, such as a bedroll, canteens, and more small casks than normal. He approaches the bar, asking if the Shady Corners sells preserved goods and other travel necessities. Deciding that arguing with Jeb prolly is not worth the time, he orders a pint and looks for somewhere to sit, spying the normally angry looking Wizard known as Cail sitting looking confused. Zwey sits his pack down near the towering Empyrian.
"Normally, I'd leave you be, but you sir do seem troubled. Subdued even. Very uncharacteristic." Zwey then rummages around in his pack, and pulls out a bottle labeled, 'Hangover'. "Party to hard after you helped save the town?"