RP:Like Minds

Part of the Agitation Arc

Summary: Dagon and Linn find each other in the tavern. A friendly conversation leads to stories of who's been involved in what, where the events in Frostmaw and Xalious are revealed. Aira arrives to contribute to what's occurred outside of Frostmaw and hints at a connection between the events there and Xalious. Dagon offers to help see what's going on inside the murky depths of the Mage's guild, something Linn sees huge opportunity in. The enchanter says he will do what he can before he leaves to get rest while Dagon and Aira remain to discuss the recent events.

Frostmaw Tavern

Dagon walks down the stairs from the rooms and walks over to the bar where he nods to Drargon "one stew, and one mead" please. He is given a quizzical look by the former warrior. The elf rolls his eyes "Ale?" he asks. Dragon gives a nod and goes about getting the food ready. The elf wrapps his arms around his form and goes to sit in front of the fire. He begins to chant a small spell and soon the fire changes hue from the common orange to a bright white, the heat being produced by the flame increases significantly.

Linn pushed open the door to the tavern to make his way in with a few wisps of snow, pulling the leather hood from back over his head to reveal his features now that there wasn’t a chillwind at his side. His features marked him as an otherwise average human, the sole exception being colorless grey eyes. The tiny stars of frost that dulled the plates of his mithril armor were already beginning to melt in the warmth of the tavern as the man moved to set down by the hearth, and was about to sit at a nearby table when the hearth flared up with the magical spell. Instead he gave a glance towards the elf that had muttered the spell before sitting down near the fire, the rest of the frost melting immediately. His most notable feature was likely the strange construction of his armor to anyone familiar with what should have been there; it lacked any signs of rivets or straps to hold itself together. The joints were left well open to be covered only with flexible scale or fine mail, allowing him near unrestricted mobility and even comfort in spite of the hardened attire. He gave a smile and a nod towards the fire mage, “It feels good.” His head tilted towards the fire to indicate what he was talking about.

Dagon looks over at the human and gives a nod "Far to damn cold here for anyone to live..." he wraps his arms around his form and begins to string another set of words together and almost instantly a bright orange glow surrounds him. After a moment the mage begins to relax. He then walks over to the bar where the bowl and cup are waiting or him. "Really should get some mead up here. It'll make your mammoth slayer happy."

Linn smirked a little bit at the comment about the cold; at least his armor managed to ward it off enough so that it wasn’t a huge issue. Still got a bit chilly though. Another glance as the mage used another spell to warm himself from the looks of it. Well, he wasn’t the only person who was conspicuous about his magic it seems. Taking his pack off his gaze turned to the fire to study it and the magic that had enhanced it, though the heat forced the man to scoot back a little bit as his eyes began to burn from the radiant heat. At the mention of the mammoth slayer he started in a moment of recognition, passing a quick glance to a thin slot that was cut into tone of the pillars before settling on Dagon. If the elf stayed at the bar he would get up to sit by him, otherwise he would wait for his return to the fire.

Dagon looked over to the man and gave him a nod "Much better now." he says as he reaches over to take hold of the ale. Though due to the personal heating spell the liquid is brought to an immediate simmer. "Damn..." he mumbles to himself and looks it over "Guess I didn't take that into consideration." Dragon looks over the mage and begins to laugh at him.

Linn’s head turns to take a look at what the giant bartender was laughing at before following the gaze back to the mage, something evidently proving quite funny. He smiled and breathed a small sigh to go with the mood, but stayed seated for a definite indication of where the mage would go. The fire was comfortable enough for him to prefer staying there, though it wouldn’t dissuade him from getting up to see how the mage knew the mammoth slayer.

Dagon leaves the warm brew at the bar, having already paid for it and walks back over to the fire, The stew is brought to a steady simmer just by the mages touch.. or rather the spell induced by the mage. He places himself in one of the chairs fit for a giant. He smiles as he realizes that he must look like a child sitting in their parents chair He shrugs it off "So, been in the wasteland long?" he asks looking over at the man.

Linn pulls his gaze from the fire to respond to the question, leaning against his pack to relax. A curious look is given at the trick that the fire mage was using to warm himself, the enchanter finding just about any kind of magic interesting regardless of how simple it might be. His eyes turned upwards a bit in thought at the idea of his travels through a wasteland. “Probably. Which wasteland are you talking about?” he returned lightly.

Dagon looks around the tavern making sure not to offend to many, didn't want to fight tonight. "Frostmaw of course." he says with a laugh as he begins to scoup up the stew and takes his first bite.

Linn snorted before beginning a very entertained chuckle. Yeah, this guy definitely wasn’t a fan of the cold. “Yeah I’ve come around here quite a few times now. There’s usually something to keep my attention. Other than that the company is usually quite nice, so long as you don’t piss it off.” He finished with half a grin at the mage’s care to make sure his statement wasn’t overheard. “I come and go quite a bit though. Anywhere that you frequent if you don’t mind me asking?”

Dagon nods "Presently I call the city of Cenril home. Though I go back and forth between the island and the city fairly often." he looks around at the occupents. "I don't want to piss them off too much, but I think it would be rather fun to go a few rounds with one of them."

Linn’s brows raise at the mention of Cenril. “Yeah, they can be rough, but they are pretty good people in the end.” A pause as his lips pursed as the man turned around to directly face the mage. “I heard something about Cenril stirring. Something going on there. Any idea what it might be?” He definitely looked curious as to whatever it might be, even a small mote of concerned, considering that it was mentioned alongside the events in Xalious which was a lot more than ‘stirring.’

Dagon nods "Well there's still the smuggling, and mild civil war with the gangs." he nods "Then there's the whole mermaid thing going on as well." he continues to sip his stew. "There was a ship fire just last week right around the time that I left there was lots of talk going about something like a fire elemental or something of the sort."

Linn showed a small sign of recognition about the gangs before arresting it. He had heard of those events, though it was best to keep his knowledge of that hushed. The rest proved much more interesting though. “Mermaid thing?” He furrowed his brows a bit. What would mermaids be doing to cause so much of an issue? A very curious, inquisitive glance was thrown Dagon’s way at the mention of the fire elemental. “Now that’s something else.” A quick sideways nod was thrown to the fire that he had enhanced. “You seem to deal with fire quite a bit. Any ideas on what it might have been or why it was there?”

Dagon shakes his head from side to side. "No idea, There haven't been many elementals that way, at least since the pixie Ginger was capturing them, and even still, Cenril is a water city so not sure what would cause a fire one to venture out so far. But the story was perpetuated by the survivors of the attack. And between you and I, I believe the elemental was created out of rum induced carelessness in the ship"

Linn shrugged. “Well that’s one way to explain a ship burning down. Almost too crazy not to believe. Be interesting to see how the drunken creation or summoning of an elemental would go. I’d just expect the ship to go up in a fireball at that rate.” He smirked at the idea of the drunken magic. It certainly didn’t do what was hoped for most of the time. “Or it could been some other spell that turned into the elemental. Some hallucination come true. Can only imagine what was going through the mage’s head at that time.” He breathed a slow sigh with a sideways look. Magic going wrong was not very fun for the subject of it.

Dagon ponders for a bit "It'd take a lot out of the mage if he were to do it. Might even weaken him for a few days to the point where he might have to leave just to preserve himself. I'm sure that if the gangs ever found out it was a single mage then I'm quite sure there would be a pretty hefty bounty on their head." he shrugs "But like I said, it was probably some mistake on the ship, wouldn't even think of it being magical perhaps a brawl or something and one of the lanterns were knocked over."

Linn gave a light ‘meh’ as the topic reached its conclusion. “No doubt. Something like that’s pretty big. But in the end there’s a ship reduced to ashes and a bunch of crazy stories. Would be fun to hear what some of them might be, if just for a few laughs.” A small pause as he shifted subjects. “So, -mermaids?-“ he questioned with a somewhat incredulous look. “What are the mermaids doing that’s worth noticing?”

Dagon nods "It could be an elemental, more then just a mage, but you give a man with a wild imagination enough rum then I suppose anything can be possible. Especially when the man with the rum is trying to keep himself from trouble. But the mermaids, now that is a thing." he says sipping one more spoonful of the stew which is almost empty by now. "So, there are talks going on that the fish folk want drown Cenril, and all of it's inhabitants with it."

Linn breathed out a slow ‘pffffff’ with eyes wide at the idea of Cenril getting drowned. “That definitely is something that word would go around about. Gang wars, fire elementals, and fish looking to drown the city.” A small pause as he thought over all of the events. “Damn. Hope you’re able to keep calling that place home once all of these stories end for one reason or another. I’ve been looking to go out there myself and see what all of it was.” A short huff and a good natured smile. “Now I’ve got to go see what kind of chaos might be unfolding down there. Maybe I’ll see you there if you are going to be involved in it.”

Dagon nods "You're free to do as you wish." he looks the man over for a moment. "Just hope that that blade of yours, and that armor come with something behind it. Not that I doubt you, just... " he pauses "Lets say if situations were reversed, you'd be on the eye of many looking to get a piece of that armor to sell to the highest bidder."

Linn gave a nod and a friendly smile, though at the idea of people wanting the armor he gave a quick sigh as his smile twisted to the side. He shrugged. “Consequence of being a bit shiny I guess. I’ll definitely have to keep watch for the gangs. No doubt they’d be the first ones looking for my stuff. Just gotta have a bag of tricks deep enough to get out of the city if things go south, that’s all.” Hearing about the gangs, he better have some tricks ready…

Dagon said "Until recently the city was a beautiful place, could go out and fish if that was your thing or just be around the water, but..." be gives brief pause "I guess all things come to an end even peace."

Linn nodded sympathetically. “Everything is transient. Just depends what lasts longer than the rest.” A sigh as he looked back to the mage. “Well, make sure you have what’s valuable to you safe if that much turmoil is going on.” His expression turned resolute as he continued “If we get wrapped up in the chaos, well, it’s a chance to get something done, see what we can do, hopefully all this turns out okay.” A sideways look. “Too bad hope alone won’t do anything.”

Dagon nods slowly "Well the one thing I have grown to care for is here, so hopefully with that she'll be out of the chaos." he smiles at the thought of her and his eyes show a bit of surprise but he didn't elaborate further. "It's quite interesting though.. Chaotic as it may be, I enjoy the uncertainty of it. Not knowing what's going to happen tomorrow or even tonight."

Linn gives a nod and a smile in return. “Good to know. Makes it easier when you don’t have a potential loss hanging over your head.” To his musings of the fun of the chaos the man could only grin, sharing the sentiment. “Keeps things interesting, keeps them fun, keeps us on our toes. And when it decides to throw a curveball, you have to think in ways that let you do the impossible. That’s what I really enjoy in it. It’s a way to push ourselves.” The smirk and the sideways look come at the risks behind it. “Shame the stakes are so high, but that’s just how it goes I guess.”

Aira entered the tavern and quickly snapped the door shut behind her, a small squall of snow entering in the slight opening. A dusting of flakes and ice coated the huntress who lowered her hood and brushed the elements from her shoulders. Her face was flushed red from the bitter cold and she was eager to move to the fire. First things first, she walked to the bar where she laid a bloodied sack before Drargon. "Fresh supply of rabbits," she offered with a grin. "Hard to get in this storm though so not as many as usual." The former warrior grunted in reply, grabbing the soiled bag and moving towards the back. As Aira turned to face the other patrons, she quickly spotted two familiar faces. She stepped towards them, booted feet leaving small puddles as she walked from the melting snow. A smile is offered to the fire mage before copper eyes flicker over the spell blade. "I trust you haven't been trampled since I saw you last?"

Dagon nods "I guess it wouldn't be fun if it weren't dangerous." he smiles "So, what's going on in this side of the world?" he asks looking to trade stories. He holds up his hand and places an order for two ale, though taking his lesson from the previous order he dispells the self warming spell as he waits for the drink to get in.

Linn’s head snapped around from his conversation as the sack hit the bar with a thump, provoking a grin at Aira’s arrival. He snorted at the idea of being trampled. “Nope. I haven’t been out west of here long enough for that to happen again yet.” His eyes rolled upwards before he muttered “Came close elsewhere though.” At Dagon’s idea of sharing stories the enchanter grew a wide smile before his head turned right back to Aira. “Well.” He said with an exaggerated, slow nod. “We can start with the trampling. Something’s been making a lot of the spirits out west pretty angry. That and the animals have been going nuts. A couple weeks ago we had probably the biggest stampede of frostmares imaginable.” He looked downwards to find one of the rims of warped reflections in the plating of his armor to point it out, giving another nod towards Aira. “I got caught under it for a little bit. Armor did its job though, otherwise I would have just been a stain after that.”

Dagon 's smile grows wide when he spots Aira his red optics locks on to hers for a moment before he has to force himself to look back to Linn to take in what he was saying. "Armor does serve a good purpose when it's built right and made properly. Though, these's spirits..." he tilts his head to the side "Any idea what's causing it, or maybe what's going on behind them?"

Aira smirked at Linn as he mentioned being below the stampede. "Yes, and while you were under the frostmares, I was riding gracefully above the fray." It was a joke as her and Kahn had nearly died in their wild escape. She grinned and moved to sit in a vacant chair, clearly inviting herself into the conversation. She looked upon Dagon as he asked of of the west. "Kahn and I have been out to the ruins several times. From what I can gather it's not just malevolent spirits, but peaceful ones who are being held captive by the negativity." Aira pulled her bow over her head and slid the quiver of bloody arrows from her back, placing both on the floor.

Linn gave a prideful smile at the mention of proper construction. It was made for travel, though he had put a lot of time and effort into shoring up its vulnerabilities to hard impact, which most definitely saved his life that night. Aira’s comment was just met with a roll of the eyes and a coy smile. “Well, I came ready for the hooves at least.” His head tilted from side to side about the spirits, his expression iffy. “Something about a necromancer is what I’ve heard.” His expression shifted as ideas flashed back to Xalious, the ice in the town square before everything went as far south as could be imagined. Necromancers there as well… Could they be connected? A sigh, his expression irritated at the connection between the school of spellcraft and the issues in both Frostmaw and Xalious. “Damn necromancers.” He muttered, as crazy and amoral as some people he knew were their hatred of necromancy was making sense…

Dagon looked as the two ales arrived. He took one down and offered the other to Linn. "And one more for the lady here." he says with a smile looking at Aira. He then holds up his mug of non-boiling ale and says "Damn necromancers indeed. Magic I get, Fire I get.. dead things..." he shudders "regardless of being able to, why would you want to..."

Aira bowed her head in thanks as Dagon ordered her a drink. As she warmed, she unclasped the cloak from her throat, draping it over the back of her chair. She crossed her legs, hands knotted together in her lap as she thought on the matter further. "The problem remains that they are growing ever restless. First the wolves, then the frostmares. It won't be long before the spirits are upon the city as well." One hand absentmindedly went to the side of her head where a head wound had recently been inflicted, thankfully with the help of a friend it was all healed. "They are nasty and vengeful. I'd rather deal with a stampede any day."

Linn took the mug with a bit of surprise on his face as he looked down into it, sniffing for a second before his nose crinkled a little bit in distaste. He called back to Drargon “Make it cider!” before leaning over to put his mug by Aira, giving a wry smile to Dagon. “Sorry, personal taste” he said sheepishly. Scratching his head he shrugged. “They play with life, and not exactly in the most wholesome of ways. Thing is life will strike back if you piss it off, which it seems none of them know how –not- to do.” He shook his head, disgusted at the way they handle their practice before looking back at Aira with perhaps the most genuine look of agreement that he had ever given, backed by a strong determination and personal vendetta as a result of the spirits. “They are. I saw one get ripped straight into the void never to return.” His expression softened, “In spite of being taken from its resting place, it looked peaceful once it crossed the threshold, released from whatever suffering had brought it back up.” A sigh, “When pure oblivion is better than whatever they are dealing with out there, we’ve got an issue. One that I want to stamp out. Whatever is doing this deserves a fate worse than absolute obliteration.” A pause as he stared forward, frustrated. “But obliteration will do. So long as it’s gone.”

Dagon nods "So seems like the whole world is closing in on itself. Fish people rising up in the east, and spirits going vengeful." he looks at the ale "Perhaps something stronger is needed then just ale" he turns to the fire and snaps his fingers. the fires flare up just as if someone had placed a fresh log on. "Though, given the situation..." he pauses and thinks "I think I'd like to stay on this side of the world for the moment.. If it's magic that's at the heart of this. Then I think it'd be worthwhile to fight dead with fire."

Aira smiled kindly at Linn and graciously accepted the ale, tipping back in her chair as she cradled the mug and busied herself with staring into the fire. The flickering flames caused her unusual metallic eyes to shimmer. She listened to Linn’s rant on the undead, wholeheartedly agreeing with his statement; she wanted more than anything to put the spirits at rest, her mind lingering to the young shadow girl that had been visiting her frequently. Only two people knew of her abilities, neither of which were here this evening, and she wasn’t about to share it now. When Dagon mentioned fighting the dead with fire, she snapped her head in his direction, a ferocity in her eyes as the chair fell back down on the floorboards with a bang. Fighting the dead with fire...hadn’t the shadow girl mentioned fire when her and Kahn had been attacked by the corpses in the cemetery? Despite all of this internal monologue, Aira remained silent, quickly gulping down some of her ale to hopefully mask her odd behavior. She would have to speak with the headhunter soon...

Linn couldn’t help but chuckle at the idea of the world going to hell. He gave a quick analyzing look at the fire mage in front of him and the magic he was using before revealing his involvement in the next event. “I can make you second guess staying on this side of the world. You been to Xalious recently?” He left the question hanging, waiting for Dagon’s response before dropping some of the crazy things he had seen down south. Everything happening might be deathly serious, but the enchanter couldn’t help but take it in good spirit right now, there was a time and place to be grim about it and it wasn’t here. A clank from the bar announced the arrival of a mug of cider, prompting the human to get up to retrieve it, placing his payment on the table for it without being asked before he returned with it, taking a slow draught as he sat down.

Dagon looks over to Linn "Can't say I have, this is the closest to the mountain city that I've been in ages. Our school had a much heated rivalry with the school there and it was rather bitter, So I kind of just avoided the city to keep from any bitterness rising. Though thinking of it now, makes me wonder why they or the guild haven't stepped in to help."

Aira sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, gnawing on it anxiously as her mind swirled with thoughts of unrest spirits in the west, gangs in the east, and now stirrings in Xalious? Not to mention, there was always the threat of a former betrothed hunting the huntress…”I need something stronger,” Aira mumbled under her breath as she downed the remainder of her ale, sliding off her chair and moving to the bar.

Linn released a long, slow sigh as he thought about everything that the guild was supposedly dealing with down there. “The mage’s guild has quite a lot on its plate right now. Supposedly necromancers are churning everything up down there as well. Magical storms, black ooze that burns people it touches, mutated creatures… Something else that I don’t even know how to explain… It made my experiences out here look tame.” A small pause as he stared forward in thought. “Anywhere you want me to start?” People said he was crazy. Given that he could deal with this without a drink maybe he has already lost most of his sanity…

Dagon holds up his hand and points to Aria once he had gotten the warriors attention. Indicating to put her drinks on his tab. He turns his attention back to Linn, “then I think that in itself settles it. I'm no member of the guild, and I'm not a part of the human mage school, but This issue seems to be more pressing then a few fish folk trying to drown a forsaken city. Maybe Selene can do something with it better then the land walkers could." he moves his hand to his chin and strokes it "Travel to Cenril if you'd like Linn, but you'll find there's very little worth saving there. I thought of it more as entertainment, a challenge if you will. But this.." he nods downing the rest of his ale "this is something that needs to be dealt with."

Aira drummed her fingers on the bar top as she waiting for her drink, rum of course. She also got a fresh mug of brew which she dropped in front of Dagon before sliding back into her seat once more. The tavern was fairly empty so the men’s speech carried to the runaway at the bar. Once she had moved back into her seat she flicked her eyes to Linn. “Do you think the two are related? Frostmaw and Xalious? Or is merely a coincidence?”

Linn breathed an annoyed sigh. “Good to know that you think the same way. Though we won’t have any help from the guild. They don’t approve of anyone else using their resources. We’re pretty much running this investigation on our own.” As Aira asked him about the relations between Frostmaw and Xalious he took in a slow breath. “I hope so actually. Would let us kill two birds with one stone.” His mouth hung at a second, realizing that to be some silly twisted understatement of what he had done the other day in Xalious. “So, in Xalious we’ve got some necromancers who are trying to summon in a being from another plane. They have kept failing so far luckily, but there’s been a lot of fallout from their work. And they aren’t stopping, and the destruction is escalating. Clearly nothing good.” He paused to recompose himself and continue. “Where we are now, the ooze is beginning to interact with some of the smaller creatures and mutating them. Everything is getting a little too intense for it to maintain any sort of stability, so things are getting even crazier. The last thing that happened…” He paused, shaking his head in confusion. “I don’t even –know-.” He actually knew it and it showed, it’s just that he was at a complete loss for words.

Dagon nods listening to the two talk. "Luckily I'm not one of the guilds resources. My school of magic, and the necromancy schools are vastly far apart from each other, but I offer my assistance be it on the battle front, on the investigation side, or defensive..." he pauses at that last statement "Though my powers are much better served in the offensive." his speech becomes faster as the the thoughts become vocal. "I could possibly pose as one of theirs and go in and see if they know of anything but aren't sharing."

Aira frowned slightly as Dagon voice his possible plot, her lip finding its way between her teeth once more. She tipped her head back and took a long pull on her rum, relishing in the pleasant burning bloom it left in her stomach. She gently tucked an errant lock of platinum hair behind her ear. For now she just sat and listened to the men speak.

Linn paused to look Dagon over at the idea of infiltrating the guild. His magic, his attire, he’s an elf… He most definitely would pass for one of them, easy. He gave a growing nod as the gears began turning. “That would actually be incredibly helpful, seeing what’s going on inside the guild. If they are trying to hide this in one way or another, it’s going to break everything wide open.” He paused, thinking of the implications. The whole guild would be shattered if it was faulted. Well, if they’re covering it up they deserve it. He hushed a bit, just so his words wouldn’t carry across the tavern. “I’ll see what I can do to help you in. They already know I’m trying to do things down there so there’s no way I’d be let in. You though, you could slip in right underneath their attention. Here’s to hoping something big comes of it.” Linn raised his mug towards the fire mage for a toast, for something ground-shaking.

Dagon nods as he raises his mug to clank it with Linns. "If there is necromancy behind this, there is an offset of the guild, a sister guild if you will that focuses on the dead magic. I would bet gold to copper that if there is any involvement from the guild It comes from them."

Aira did not know much about guilds, having lived a sheltered life until only a few months ago. The elf rubbed her temples as a headache threatened to overtake her. She offered the gentlemen a soft smile before silently excusing herself, moving a short distance away to one of the commodious armchairs where she sprawled out sideways, allowing her legs to dangle over one of the armrests, her glass of rum still clutched in her hand.

Linn gave a single nod, while he didn’t hope the guild was causing or covering all this up, it certainly was a possibility. “Well, I’d recommend staying your nights up here in Frostmaw. Less time you spend around that ooze the better. I’ll go and see if I can get some help getting you to pass as a mage’s guild member. But that has to come later. Going to need some rest tonight to make this work.” He stopped for a second, realizing he never asked the mage’s name. That *really* was something he should have done before spilling the beans. Looking back up he met the elf’s gaze. “Don’t think I ever got your name. However you got mine, well…” he shrugged. Didn’t really matter.

Dagon looks over to Aira and tilts his head to the side and frowns slightly. He then gazes back to Linn and nods "The name is Dagon, or as this little one likes to call me fire bug. Excuse me a quick moment." He then stands and walks over to Aira and wraps his arm around her while sitting on one of the arms of the chair. "Hey, you feeling ok?" he asks softly.

Aira scrunched up her nose at the term “little one”, she knew it had manifested from a patronizing term to an endearing one, but she still liked the play the part of wounded. When Dagon suddenly arrived she blinked up at him, attempting a reassuring smile. “I’m fine, just tired. Hunting all day in the storm took a lot out of me.”

Linn gives Aira and Dagon a nod as he gets up, knowing that the two are taking care of each other. “Well, I’m Linn if you haven’t heard it.” Making his way to pay for a room he called back “Stew’s worth it. Get some rest, you deserve it.” Whether or not Drargon approved given her haul was rather overlooked, some coins coming over the bar with a nod towards Dagon before the enchanter walked upstairs. Taking a close look at the money on the bar he overpaid.

Dagon nods and follows Linn up the stairs "Pleasure to meet you, and I'm sure we'll be running into each other a lot more now. Enjoy your rest." he then turns to Aira and look over her. "Have you eaten today?" he asks with concern in his voice.

Aira turned her head to the side, to lift a parting wave to Linn as he went up the stairs. Copper pools move to the fire mage when he posed his question and the runaway couldn’t help but chuckle. “It’s kind of hard to eat when you’re stuck up in a tree all day.”

Dagon nods "I'll be right back..." he stands from the chair and walks to the bar placing a few more coins onto the counter top and whispering to Drargon. A few moments later the glaring warrior returns with a bowl of boar stew, Some Bread, a double of rum and two mugs of brew. The elf nods and grabs the tray, taking it back to the chair "This is yours." he says placing the food in front of her but picks up one of the mugs of the brew "But this is mine.. you can have the rest".

Aira slowly sat up as Dagon placed the tray of food in front of her, tucking her long legs under her as she drew the bowl in her lap. She smiled softly up at her fellow elf. “Thank you Fire Bug.” She lifted a spoonful to her mouth, gently blowing off the steam before allowing the savory stew to tickle her taste buds. “So how did you and Linn get acquainted?”

Dagon shrugs "Right place right timing I suppose." he takes a sip of the brew "Still need mead Drargon" he shouts across the nearly empty bar which results in a rude gesture in response. Dagon chuckles then returns to Aira and smiles "I was waiting for you to come back, and he came in and we started talking First started talking of Cenril, then here and Xalious."

Aira continued to eat her soup in silence for a bit, finally putting the bowl aside for a moment as she broke off a piece of bread. When Drargon offered his rude gesture the runaway merely snorted. “I did not plan on being gone so long. The storm left me snow blinded a few times so I had to wait it out. I’m surprised I got any rabbits out of the deal, to be perfectly honest.” As she finished her small piece of bread, copper eyes settled on Dagon curiously. “I thought your sites were in Cenril. Why turn your attentions to Frostmaw and Xalious?”

Dagon nods "They were. And if the city is still above water by the time this has finished it may be again. If not.. well then our plan will start next. But this is something that needs to be done. If there is magic invovled here then it may be best to use magic to help combat it. Plus.. necromancers ick me out, they need to just go away."

Aira had to agree with Dagon there; while she had yet to meet a necromancer herself, her recent dealings with a swarm of undead corpses left a bad taste in her mouth. One that was so palpable, that she drew her bowl of stew in her lap once more and began to eat again. “It seems like the world is going to hell, with all this chaos anywhere. I’m beginning to wonder if there will ever be peace.”

Dagon nods with sorrow in his eyes. "There will be peace, but it wont come easily and it will come at a high cost. It is said that the future is always born in pain. The history of war is the history of pain. If we are wise what is born of that pain matures into the promise of a better world. Because we learn that we can no longer afford the mistakes of the past."

Aira smiled somewhat sadly at Dagon’s words. “You speak the truth, but as a population we are inherently flawed. Politics, greed, among other things will constantly keep us in a state of war. There will be moments of peace, of course, but we have a knack of not learning from our mistakes.”

Dagon continued "Then we fight. And we continue to fight until either peace is won, or there is nothing left to fight. Or...." he pauses and thinks "... we say screw it, go take over an island and claim it as our own so nobody else can join and we enjoy our own little piece of peace. "

Aira laughed softly as her spoon scraped the bottom of her bowl and she shook her head, her longer, platinum locks falling in her face with the movement. “As tempting as that is, I will not abandon my post as hunter of Frostmaw anymore that you will turn your back on what’s going on with all this magic amuck, Fire Bug.”