RP:The Beginning of the Rise

Part of the Paladins Rising Arc

Kelay Tavern

Ellamin entered the tavern in full armored garb. The young paladin in the name of Arkhen clinked, clanked, and made every sort of noise when entering the public location. Long sword slapping against various pieces of armor as he walked, the weapon being held there only by a strap of leather which wrapped itself around the breastplate of the human. Nodding to the dwarf whom took keep of the tavern, he approached the bar, right arm coming to rest against the wood,” There haven't been any problems here tonight have there?” Ellamin said this with a half serious, half joking tone. Something was itching the paladin, there was something here.

Vaidhe :: The door bangs open and a huge humanoid figure stumps in. He does not look around at the gathered patrons as he makes his way to the board, whereupon he obviously views something which displeases him. He sighs audibly, turns away without attempting to write a message of his own, and makes his way to a table, saying loud enough for any who might care to listen, "There is going to be blood of one kind or another before much longer. That poor, zealous child has gotten in over his head."

Ellamin was at the bar when he overheard the mention of zealotry, with regards to the board. Turning to face the one who said such, he offered a question," By what do you mean? Is someone being threatened? And by whom?"

Vaidhe is by this point half-seated in his chair. When questioned, the big man shrugs his shoulders and stands. He sees before him a man dressed in what looks like nearly full battle attire, and judging by the character of the armour, the gold dragon has a strong suspicion, and acts upon it. "You, I think," he rumbles. "If you are a paladin and have been silly enough to declaim a deed before simply doing it."

Ellamin raised a brow," Me? I am merely doing the work in the vision of Arkhen. Too many are blind to the light, and I am merely trying to save some people from a danger that they have been lured into." The paladins words were genuine, this wasn't a front, he truely believed this," To so willingly accept a race that was designed to be creatures of war, of battle, created by one of the very beings that threatened to destroy this world, am I truly the only one who sees the wrong with that?"

Vaidhe seems to steel hinself inwardly, the planes of his hard face growing stonier still as he stalks forward. He does not move to within arm's length of the man, nor even within easy reach of his weapon should he decide to bring it to bear, but Vaidhe has approximately halved the distance between the pair, doing so in heavy, relentless steps. "Know me, child of zeal. I am Vaidhe, and not in the form into which I was born. I like vampires as little as you do, but I will raise no hand against them because I am old enough to understand the wisdom of patience. You, it seems, are not. I would teach you, if you would learn, but your words...they sadden me. They bespeak a young mind with young ambitions not at all attached to divine word."

Thea pins another note to the board and walks away shaking her head, pursed lips parting only to mutter a few unsavory things in passing.

Ellamin nodded to Vaidhe in respect," Well met Vaidhe, however, I know my words are guided by the divine will of Arkhen! He is the god of all that is light! Such creatures whom serve Vakmatharas and the dark immortals are an obvious affront to him! I say not to kill them all, no, that would as the queen of enchantment said, throw things off of 'balance'. However, to allow such creatures of dark nature, to run about freely without being checked, is throwing balance off in another way. I am merely here to do what I have been charged with. There are few true champions of the light in this realm, and I aim to serve Arkhen, and to serve him well."

Vaidhe nods his head, as if considering the man's words; respect, even in the face of dangerous parley, is something that most dragons who would claim to be good of heart will observe, at least for awhile. "How would you feel, sir, if I snatched you up and bore you to your birthplace, ther to lock you for a veritable eternity? Would you suffer the same fate that you would visit upon those against whom you decry? More to the point: if your god wishes vampires to be treated thus, why has he not seen fit to enact it upon them?"

Ellamin pondered on Vaidhe's questions a bit, before he responded," Why didn't the gods stop the immortals themselves? Why did they charge heroes such as Donovan, Alexander, and Lionel to stand up to countless tyrants whom fought in evil? Why did they give them the strength to do so? Because it is of the mortal realm, meaning a mortal must deal with it, does that not make sense? Why should he exert his almighty force on something that he wants done, but is beneath him?" The paladin nodded, it was pretty sound logic," As for what you propose, I would feel fine there. I love my city for what she is, Cenril is a beautiful place, and while it may have its own problems, the people there are faithful to the gods, they have constructed many a temple there. I also was not created out of malicious intent, I was not made from a curse, my race was not created to be a war machine, which the vampires and undead are. I aim not to start a war, I aim to prevent them from happening once more."

Vaidhe begins to concentrate now, an effort that is altogether impossible to detect in either the man's face or posture. He senses, below the ground, the metal particles strewn through the soil, the nails in the tavern floor, the steel of the paladin's armour, and with some effort manages to make one call to another. The effect is apt to be slight, hardly more than a steady drag, but Ellamin may very well feel as if his armour is slowly but steadily gaining weight upon his form. "You speak words that are too heavy for you," Vaidhe rumbles softly. "You did not create the undead, and cannot speak for all of them. Humans, elves, dwarves, even dragons, have done horrible things even though it may be said that they were not fashioned to do ill. It is the nature of every race to have the will to perform good or evil; while the undead may be unnatural to some extent, they are permitted by the gods of this land to exist, and should thus be treated as any other race. I pray that you can turn away before you are brought to your knees. It is not too late."

Dasha blinked at the paladin's words, only to find herself standing in response. She moved and took a stand beside him, a finger to tap against his shoulder several times till she got his attention. "Isn't Cenril the land of the lawless, where people move about as they please without a care in the world? I was certain that's the place, scoudrels and rogues a plenty, moving through there.." Her parents had warned her to stay away from that place.. "The..The...V..ampire place at least I haven't heard anything about massive crime and the likes... Just..." She gave a small gulp, "Just the undead and other creatures that are to scary to confront.. Why not clean up Cenril? At least then, you know you're not bothering someone else in the process, rather you're cleaning up a city for good.."

Raziel steps into the tavern, not paying attention to anything in the tavern and only going to the board with her raven, pinning something up to it, that seems prewritten, and then heading to the bar "Mesthak I'd like some vodkaaaaa--- Water. I'd like some water, please." the man giving the elven lycan an odd look at her request, but getting her her drink... Raz had heard her friends voice...

Ellamin felt the magics beginning to work on his armor, and grunted, trying to find the strength continue to stand. The armor was hard enough to wear, but the magic was not making it an easy task. Before Ellamin addressed Vaidhe, he turned to Dasha," Vailkrin is in a civil war. Which only offers evidence that they are blood thirsty creatures only made for evil and war. Why else would they fight amongst themselves so easily?" It was at this time that Ellamin fell to his knees, hands planting on the ground," Cenril does have its problems yes, and I do plan on addressing them, however, but before I can do that I have to make sure the city is protected from any future chance of something so terrible as the vampires or undead waging war on the rest of the lands as they have in the past. My parents did so, and died so that the city could live, so that it could thrive. They were good people whom did what I do now, they put themselves on the path of the righteous and holy so that others may be able to live in peace!" Ellamins armor began to glow at this point, as if some light were reflecting off of it, the runes struck on various places giving off a blue hue as he shut his eyes, and began to speak to himself. His speech pattern was rhythmic in nature, and was in the common tongue. If one were keen enough to listen in, they'd catch on to enough words to realize this was a prayer. The effects werent really flashy, nor were they apparent until the man started to stand again. He only smirked slightly, he hadn't gotten rid of the spell that drug him down completely, but he was doing his best trying to fight it off.

Dasha shrugged, "Sounds like you're just trying to get involved with everyone else's problems and not dealing with your own. Your logic of, they're fighting so they're evil is terrible. We're debating and don't agree, does that mean you're evil? Or am I? What about Cenril? They have crime, you don't even deny it! Does that mean all of Cenril is evil?"

Vaidhe shakes his head, slowly but with absolute resolve. "Civil war means nothing more than that upheaval is in the making. Many good nations suffered civil wars in their youth. I have seen a few with my own eyes. Centuries old, they are." He takes one step closer, allowing his concentration to break and the psionic magnetism's effects to dissipate slowly. "Your heart is set on a path from which I cannot sway you. I am not angry enough to harm you here and now, but I warn you thus: I know the man you purport to be, and when your blade spills the blood of a vampire who did you no provocatory ill, it will be I, among others, you answer to. Pray I reach you first; the lesson I teach will hurt your pride more than your body, in the end, for I possess the grace of mercy. You meddle with a dragon on this eve, little one...a dragon who tries to understand your ways but cannot abide your arrogance. For now, it manifests as words, sand in the eyes. For the sake of your own heart, for the sake of your god - from whom I believe you have begun to stray - I beseech you."

Raziel turns her head to the conversation, quirking her brow and sipping her water. "Vailkrin is in Civil war. That means amongst themselves.. Cenril is..." she shrugs, only speaking to her bird, and to no one in general. She seems to be bored though not wishing to return back to her city.

Dasha suddenly felt a chill at the word dragon and her entire body rather... Froze.. The only thing to really move was her head, slowly turning in the direction of the one who claimed himself a dragon.

Vaidhe sees, as if in the periphery of his vision, the momentary stiffening of alarm in the figure standing next to the paladin. He offers her a nod and a soft smile, full of large square teeth, that he hopes is somewhat reassuring. He says nothing, but maintains the kindly look in her direction for a moment longer than is strictly necessary, meaning to silently express his general benevolence if he can.

Ellamin nodded to the Dragon," As I stated earlier Vaidhe, you are well met. You try to learn before you are quick to threaten, and that I appreciate. If this were a different situation, I feel as if we would be great comrades, but such is not the case now. I mean you no harm, nor is my conviction against your kind." Turning to Dasha, he spoke briefly," Yes, there is crime, but the crimes that do take place are easily forgiven. The biggest crime however, is to let the vampire and undead to suffer longer in their bonds."

Dasha kind of waved at the dragon, in the sense that she raised her hand ever so slightly and shook it back and forth, if only to not seem rude. THe words of the man who spoke were somewhat lost on her... As she seemed, transfixed in some sort of momentary fear.

Redovian has, of course, been listening the entire time. The paladin's frame covered by the white coat he wears, which is etched with the symbol of his order upon the back. Ryujin rests upon his lap, the sacred blade always ready to be drawn if needed. But for now, the Paladin of Cyris simply watches as the one known as Ellamin, Paladin of Arkhen, tries to educate others in the ways of vampire-kind.

Vaidhe shakes his head a final time. "I do not try to learn. I try to advise. I can safely say that my knowledge in these matters vastly exceeds your own, though I would not be surprised if you took a different view, and objected to my stance whilst calling me arrogant in the bargain. Facts will speak for themselves; I ask only that you mind what I say. Go your road, Ellamin; I hope it is the road you wish to walk, and that you are pleased by what greets you further along its path."

Dasha took a long, deep, breath before finally she seemed somewhat less shaken by the idea of him being a dragon.. Considering the last one tried to... She still hadn't figured that out.. But he wasn't seemingly nice.."I.. I.. Hi..Mister Dragon Vaidhe sir.." She picked up the name fro the other's mouth earlier..." With the ice broken, she turned her attentions briefly back to the paladin. "What makes their crimes more forgiveable? And, shouldn't you ask them if they're suffering first?"

Vaidhe suddenly looses a gravelly, mirthsome chuckle, a deep-voiced sound of merriment quite at odds with his stern face. "Oh, child!" Vaidhe says when the spate of good humour has abated a moment later. "I have never been so greeted. Vaidhe will do, and I'm not going to bite." He can still sense the girl's nervousness and is doing his best to put her more at her ease. "And who may I have the pleasure of having met this evening, besides the paladin there, I mean? What is your name, little one?"

Raziel sets her glass upon the table, standing and heading to where Ellamin and the others were, arms crossed and a brow raised. "Excuse me, I don't mean to overwhelm you with more interrogations. But mayhaps you can explain to another citizen of Cenril something. Why are you meddling in the affairs of others? It is their business to be vampires, and many have chosen such. Others have not, though some do not mind. Why not give them their choice in things? Everyone is entitled to their own choice." she seems very tense towards this man, though she's trying not to be.

Ellamin sighed towards Dasha," Because they are clean of the taint of such creatures of vampire and undead. If a beggar stole because he was hungry, then he would be reprimanded, in order for him to see the way of things. Help is offered by the church, I grew up in a situation where I had stolen as a child because I was hungry and had little to watch over me. However, I came to acknowledge the error of my ways, and I reformed myself. Vampires cannot truly be reformed, nor can they be bettered without releasing that curse. For those whom truly think it a better alternative to remain in such unholy bonds, Vailkrin is that passage, but for those whom truly wish to know happiness, and salvation, I can offer that option for them."

Redovian takes a sip of the ever-chilled water he carries with him, as he listens to Ellamin's words.

Raziel said, "So if a vampire is starving, and they didn't choose to be vampires, and then drank blood from a homeless being that was miserable and wished death anyways. That becomes a crime upon the vampire's head?"

Ellamin turned quickly to face Raziel," Never did I say I was going to force all vampires into seeing my ways, nor did I say I would bring them all to salvation. People have misinterpreted my work, and think I solely target vampires. They are a major problem, yes, but the undead are in the same way. For those who choose to forgo salvation and wish to retain their bonds, I offer that, but they should do so within the confines of the dark lands, Vailkrin. There is a reason the only path way to Vailkrin from these lands is through a portal, and it is because they are meant to be separated."

Dasha twitched slightly less nervously at the man and rather abruptly found a seat nearby the two to sit in.. She responded in the same slightly shaky tone to which she had spoken with for the last several minutes. "Erm, I'm Dasha.. Dasha the-not-wanting-to-be-a-toothpick-feline.." The last part was slurred together, somewhat unintelligently. She also then added, "And.. He's a pleasure?" She shook her head, somewhat finding the new company slightly less intimidating.. "I fear for your day's entertainment then.." As she finished speaking, Ellamin seemed to offer in his two cents once more, the words taken in and finally replied to. "So, can I reprimand your ignorance with my fist to your head? The phrase, knocking some sense into people, comes to mind..." Dragons? They were scary.. Man in tin can? Not so much.

Ellamin said to you, "Yes, becuase not only did they assault a living being, but they did so that they could continue to allow their evil to spread. If that vampire does not kill that beggar, that beggar becomes their slave, a thrall if you will. I have seen many a man turned insane due to merely having a vampire feed from them, but not kill them after."

Vaidhe chuckles again, slightly softer this time. He steps to the side, meaning to circle around and approach Dasha from her far side...the shoulder not nearest the paladin, in other words, but he moves slowly and in a hopefully nonaggressive display of heavy steps and leisurely movement. "I have dealt with far, far worse, Miss Dasha. I am rather an old creature, as most of the lore of this land goes. You won't be anyone's toothpick if I have anything to do with it...I have no desire to harm you. Generally, I like felines...curious, inquisitive, sometimes mischievous and wild, just my kind of creature." He smiles more broadly at this, stopping about four feet away from Dasha with the fingers of one hand clutching loosely at an old wooden chair.

Raziel rubs her chin, in a thinking matter. "I see, I see... But perhaps you should word things calmer and better upon the board so you don't have the entire populace against you, yes?" a sigh comes forth from the lycan's mouth, "In any case. I have lived between Vailkrin and Cenril for the past couple weeks. More people live in Vailkrin than just the undead. And it is certainly the same with our city..." Raziel's mouth suddenly goes agape at his words, a literal facepalm to take place. "No. No that does -not- happen! I have willingly given my blood to a vampire..." she begins to count off on her fingers "Plenty of times. And yet I remain an elf, yes? No vampiric slaveness here."

Ellamin said to Raziel, "Did you drain the blood from yourself first? Or did you let them actually take it from you?"

Dasha shook her head, "No no! It's not miss.. Just...just Dasha! Please.." The old part made her head tilt curiously, just like he said... Back and forth it went, slowly, a smile to be brought to the once frightened face as she began to think over how old he could be... One hundred? Five? Her eyes went wide.. A thousand?! Older!? She had heard tales but never actually spoken with many dragons.."What's flying like?" Was suddenly blurted from her mouth...

Raziel rolls her solid white eyes, removing her white scarf, and gloves, and showing him the various bite scars she holds upon her body, from her own choice. "Both, actually. My choice, without being forced. In -fact- I was the one forcing the vampire to feed... Stubborn man." when all's said she replaces her clothing and goes on to mention "And you don't happen to know what's happened to those of the church, do you? The one's from Cenril? I may not have lived in this region for more than nearly a half year, but news travels, and I've heard. Amazing that you don't seem to be worried in the least."

Redovian chuckles to himself.

Raziel whispered to Dasha, "*a chuckle made* Dear, calm down, he's just like you and me, yes? That man from the other day, when you fell from the tree. He was a dragon too. Not so hard to speak to them, correct? "

Redovian said to Raziel, "And what has happened to the Church that should sanction worry from a paladin?"

Dasha whispered to Raziel, "Bop that man! Right in the head! While I talk to the dragon! Dragonnnnnnn!"

Ellamin smirked towards Raziel," Vampires have an innate ability to induce a state of 'clear mindedness' for those they target as victims. You may believe that you were the one forcing it to feed from you, but trust me, it was more likely a ploy on their end. That is a part of the vampires creation, they are designed to lure by any means, pity, lust, etc. all so that they can feed, and satiate their dark nature. You may not believe you to be a slave, but you've become food for something else, you are inadvertently, their slave."

Raziel turns to the new voice, mind to take it in and voice to speak back to him in his own voice, a frown on her face. "They were chopped apart and left at the doorstep of the church, if I've heard correctly. Sounds like a glorious and pretty sight to me." The elf seems to be stubborn like usual.

Raziel whispered to Dasha, "Not a chance in the world will make me touch him, Dasha."

Dasha said to Raziel, "Raz! That's terrible!"

Redovian said to Raziel, "So the death of holy men is sight that pleases you?"

Vaidhe finds himself smiling at Dasha's blurted question, favouring her with a bright-eyed grin as he attempts to explain. "First you bunch your muscles. Then you jump. For a brief moment you hang, and then your wings pound the still air into wind, and you ride on it. You wrench it, you cradle it, you bend it to your whim...at least you do when you are as big as I am. I cannot fashion wings for you, Dasha, but if you want to know what it is like to fly, perhaps you might ride astride my shoulders on one of my flights. All you would need do is hold on tight." The image in Vaidhe's mind must be a pleasing one, for his grin does not falter; it is not normally his nature to be so forthcoming and generous, but he feels that in the wake of his somber pronouncements upon the paladin, a semblance of balance should be struck by the offering of kindnesses. Also, to put it more simply, the gold dragon, amidst people for perhaps the fourth time in many many a day, is glad of the company, and wishes to spread his gladness to those around him to whom it would do the most good.

Ranok said, "Hy kan make vinks."

Raziel shoots her head back to Ellamin, a snarl slipping from her throat. "What did you say about-... My friend?!" The woman pausing before she could give away the being to whom she donated her blood to. "Blood makes the poor man vomit, he hates the taste. And you know what. I'm not his slave, as he let's me do as I please. Happily. And, were I his slave, I would not be... Well never mind, it's of no importance. Just quit with trying to harm those that are cared about. You're trying to turn siblings against siblings. Parents against children. Let them live as they see fit." her head then turns back to Redovian, arms crossing. "Not in the slightest. Though I have no knowledge of the gods, whatsoever. I am a child raised by wolves, and yet I protect the vampires. Surely the both of you can get it into your thick skulls that vampires deserve to live as much as the rest of us."

Raziel whispered to Dasha, "Sorry! But he's threatening my friends and those I consider family! ... I just upsets me..."

Dasha blinked at the man and sighed, "Sorry mister, Vaidhe.. I.." She pointed at Raziel, "I...She.. It's just sad to hear her say such things!"

Redovian said to Raziel, "You insult me, and yet I've made no comment upon the vampire matter. I commented upon your statement of the pretty site of my fallen brethren."

Vaidhe sighs, his good humour slowly fading out of his eyes. "It is sad. The whole sorry tangle. I will be going now, I think. Mayhap we shall meet again, Dasha. Be wary till then...one never knows when skulls need cracking, but judging by the look of you, you've seen a scuffle or two in your time." And with that, Vaidhe turns slowly away, the better to stroll toward the tavern's exit and the darkness waiting beyond.

Ellamin spoke to Raziel once more, "You said the sight of butchered holy men was a sight that was magnificent, and that you let vampires feed from you? Do you not see what it is doing to you? You are being corrupted and twisted by their nature!" He shook his head," Vampires are not alive, thus why they cannot have children, thats why they do not need normal foods like we do. Their bodies are dead, they are cursed by a blood plague so terrible it was cast by Elazual himself."

Raziel turns to Dasha, a sigh given to her. "I apologize. It's late, and I just don't approve of the vampires and undead being singled out." she turns to the dragon, giving him a bow,

Dasha shook her head, "You.. You really should apologize Raz.." She pointed at Redovian.

Raziel turns between the two paladins, suddenly bursting out laughing, as she can't seem to help it with how the two didn't seem to understand what she meant in any of her words. "I'm sorry... It's just.... I was being sarcastic when I said that, and hate death. As for you." She points at Ellamin, "You don't even understand the situation that it was. Why, I let the vampire feed on me, because he saved my life and I was returning the favor! And vampires can have children. Oh, yes they can. They adopt children. As I have adopted my children, though I am no vampire. There are many kids whom need homes, who need to be adopted. Perhaps them not having children, is not so bad a thing, hmm?" she, of course, is speaking from her own knowledge of the situation, as she was an orphan.

Redovian said to Ellamin, "You. I advise you leave the preaching to the clergymen, and instead focus your enthusiasm upon something else. I have such a task, if you so wish to be part of it."

Redovian said to Raziel, "I've sat here and listened to all sides on the conversation. The humor of your sarcasm at the terrible murders of my brothers was lost upon me."

Raziel takes a deep breath, pursing her lips, and gently going to lay a hand on Dasha "You're right, dear. I apologize. Fighty nature, and all... You remember, yes?" a turn towards Redo is made, and a low bow, the elf taking off her fedora and placing it to her chest. "I apologize for the harsh words I have spoken to you, of your brethren. I was wrong in doing so."

Ellamin smirked," My parents were slaughtered defending Cenril from Khasad and Elazuals attacks on the land. They both died fighting off the hordes of Undead and Vampires that threatened the city. I know what it is to be an orphan. However, I was born, and vampires before they were vampires, were born. One cannot be born a vampire though. That is because it is unnatural, and violates the natural order of things, just like the undead. You have been blinded by their darkness, and I will pray for you at the temple, it saddens me that you are unwilling to hear us." Turning to Redovian, he nodded," By your tone I suspect you are Redovian, Paladin of Cyrius, and I would be obliged to help you by any means."

Redovian has not forgotten his own teachings upon forgiveness, and thus eases his own anger and returns the bow, saying. " I accept you apology, and understand the current debate was heated, and thus you meant no true harm with your words."

Raziel quirks a brow at Ellamin, replacing her hat, "Oh yeah? I was abandoned in the woods for being blind. As for my new father, he fought in the Preklek war. I apologize that your parents had met such fate. But it is not the fault of most present day vampires that your parents are in paradise."

Redovian said to Ellamin, "I am Redovian, Frostmaw's Justice and Paladin of Cyris. And I have an order from the Church itself, to restore Cenril to its once former glory. DO you wish to aid me in this task, Paladin of Arkhen, or shall your crusade against the vampires consume you while your home sinks into chaos and darkness?"

Raziel said to Redovian, "No, I had no meant harm in them... I.. Wasn't taught completely in the ways of words. I am sorry. I was only taught how to speak once, many years ago... And often come off as rude and uncaring."

Dasha said to Ellamin, "I still think you need your face punched in, for how you've been though.. Or at least to apologize to everyone you insult."

Raziel said to Dasha, "Dasha!!"

Redovian said to Raziel, "I advise searching for more lessons, not out of some smart assed opinion, but rather caution. For if I were any other man, they may have tried to harm you and your friend there *nods to Dasha* Just for mere words."

Ellamin said to Redovian, "I shall do my best at attempting both."

Raziel blinks at Redovian, shrugging, "I'm sure my father would have taught me by now if he saw any problem in it... Though there -was- that one time I got in a fight with that Preklek..."

Dasha said to Raziel, "He's been nothing but rude!"

Raziel whispered to Dasha, "Sorry if I intruded on your evening, by the way. I only came to place a note on the board, and get some water... Though I really should be heading off back to Cenril."

Redovian said to Raziel, "It was friendly advice. For if I am present, I shall ensure no harm comes to any innocent, as best I can. But I cannot be everywhere."

Raziel leans back from whispering, and seems to give Dasha a look like a stern parential figure, "That's no reason to tell somebody the need their faces punched in!" ... She, however, momentarily removes her tinted goggles and gives Dasha a quick wink, showing she's not mad.

Raziel said to Redovian, "I see... Well, in my eyes, everyone is innocent until proven guilty. That wraith that brought harm to the children I adopted. She in my eyes was innocent, despite her attacks towards myself and others. But when she brought harm to children, that was inexcusable... Though I do wonder where Pyoshia went to... I digress though. And really should be off back to the shop."

Ellamin said to Redovian, "I'm retreating to catch slumber, we shall speak more of this in private company."

Dasha said to Raziel, "It does too.. It was his theory to begin with!"

Raziel opens her arms to Dasha, after replacing her goggles, as if offering the shorter female a hug. "I know, dear. I'm not mad at you. Can't stay mad at my friend, yes? Perhaps you'd like some company on the way home tonight, if you'd like?"

Clarence isn't the most uncommon of sorts to walk through the front door of Kelay Tavern. Not quite a man, but not quite a boy either, the corn fed youth appears little more than a common 'salt-of-the-earth' sort. Freckled, muscled and tan from work rather than intention, a bit taller than the average man of his age but not by much, all in all exactly the type of man that one would expect to find working the fields around Kelay. In fact the only things which might mark him as different are a shiny bald head and a goofy grin which is all too uncommon in a world so full of turmoil and darkness. Clarence takes a moment to look around before he heads with a long stride to the bar and places an order for ale, digging a couple lonely coins from a battered satchel tied about his waist like a fanny pack. He is obviously poor, or at the very least not wealthy, clothes dirty and torn in the places one might expect. Elbows, knees, smaller holes here and there from walking through brambles or other such things. Yet about his waist hangs a scabbard which is kept in immaculate condition, leather well oiled and pommel clean.

Dasha shook her head at Raziel, "No no, I'm fine! I think.. Maybe.." She seemed distracted... Then, she turned her head, this way.. then thatta way.. and seemed really rather... Confused.

Raziel turns to the door as the scent of Redo leaves the building, a frown coming to her face. "Fabulous... That bronze dragon and now paladins... Dasha I have to return home, and rest, either way. Alright? If you don't mind me leaving, then I'll just be on my way." A black bottle pulled from her pocket and drinken from, the water that she ordered from before being totally ignored.

Dasha said to you, "Night Raz. I will...will... Speak to you soon."

Raziel pauses after her words. "Dasha, you alright? Looking for the dragon, perhaps?"

Dasha nodded.. As to answer the question.

Redovian eyes the youthful lad which just walked through the tavern doors moments before the paladin would pass through them. The words of the lycan caught, but ignored as the man's attention is focused upon Clarence. He has seen this one before, but cannot place where as of yet. He makes his way over to the man, coins placed upon the bartop, a signal to Mesthak to give the lad whatever he wishes for. Redovian then says to Clarence. " You are from Cenril, yes?"

Raziel faces Dasha and quirks a brow "If... You say so." the raven of hers had spoken of the head nod, to the elven lycan. "I really must be getting back to the pawnshop, now, though... Stay safe, dear. Okay?" odd that Raz of all people would be telling that to someone.

Dasha nodded once more and stood, only to stumble her way on outta the place!

Clarence turns his eyes on the kind stranger, thanking him politely for the drink and returning his meager coinage into that battered satchel with a grin. "Could be." he replies, that grin maintained as he thinks it over for a moment. "Seems a good deal of our kind in these parts have some tie to Cenril."

Raziel whips her head to the door, then back to the man asking the other about being from Cenril, then back to her friend. "Uh... Umm... Oh bloody bells! What to do..." finally she shoves her bottle of deer's blood back into her pocket and heads for the door, walking cane being held to in a tight and agitated-looking way. "First the bronze dragon with the lightning, now paladins... Why did he have to retire?" mostly she seems to be muttering to herself, the words 'my territory' slipping out of the lycans clenched teeth as she moves to push through the door and run back to the shop the second she reaches the outside of the tavern, if not stopped.

Redovian said to Clarence, "I see. Well, if you are in need of work, I may have a job that will do much more than keep your pockets lined with gold and your stomach full. Seek me out, stranger, if you are interested. I am not hard to find. I am known as Redovian, Frostmaw's Justice and Paladin of Cyris."

Clarence raises his tall glass of ale jovially to the stranger as it arrives, finding his spirits lifted still further by this fortunate turn of events. Surely the gods were guiding his steps. "Any true servant of Cyris is one I would gladly call friend." he says with a slight pause in the middle to drink in testament of this. "And any fair work to be had in these parts is work I would gladly do."

Redovian said to Clarence, "Very well. I will call upon you soon."