Kevass sits on the porch of the Warrior's Hall leaned back in his chair with his helm over his eyes and his feet propped on the railing. He is glistening with sweat from his laborious training inside. Resting only for a moment. He notices how quiet it is in the streets of Jastrey. The only audible sounds he hears is from the Warrior's Hall, Thalenir practicing, and the birds singing. Kevass enjoys the peace and quiet, but knowing Jastey and her propensity for activity, Kevass stays alert even in his restful state. With a grown, Kevass straightens his helm, brings his aching feet to the ground, and rises to go back to his training. As he walks inside he talks to himself out loud, "Keep working you old gonk."
"Hail Kirell. I have not seen Dalgoon today. Be careful trying to coax things from that mixed up wizard. Remember the last time you tried to draw some information from that tainted well of knowledge. Tread lightly my friend. It is odd for me to see you concerned with more than Tin's drink selection. Is there anything I can help you work through?"
"The Giant Red Ogre told me I should run for my life."
Kirell says, rubbing his still sore back.
" I'm not sure what to do, but one thing I will not do is run."
Straightening up and looking up and down the street.
" I hope that daft old fool will give me some useful information."
"There is something going on behind the tavern, perhaps I'll find him there.
The Angori turns and limps away toward the sound of the commotion.
That which does not kill us makes us stronger. That which does kill us makes us stronger still.
As Kevass gets to his feet, Kirell walks by in search of Dalspoon.
"Good day brother; have you seen Dalgoon about?"
"I feel he still has information he is not sharing with me, and I must find a way to coax it from him."
"Goodbye nonbelievers. Don't you know that I hate to leave here? So long momma, I got the flash back blues."