J'landria turns at looks at Aalistair and then to the burdened beasts, and the massive amount of people around her.  Her tail twitches and her ears shift back some before she takes a deep breath and looks back to Aalistiar and where they're heading.

"An excelent idea. I'm sure we could all use a break from the road, and perhaps a drink to settle jarred senses"*this last he adds at the jaka's discomfiture.

In reply to J'landria (msg #59):

Aalistair points out a drab gray looking building that rises above the height of most of the other things in town.
"There. Tavern, inn, house of ill repute. We should be able to find the Orgovian there. If we are lucky, he'll still be comparatively sober."

He takes a deep steadying breath and with that he heads towards the Grey Tower.

J'landria nods and sighs, seeing that there are even more people that way.  As she walks, her posture changes, she stands even taller than before and holds her chin high.  She shakes her head and rolls her shoulders back, and from her exudes a feeling of confidence and power.  Reaching the doorway she waits for Aalistair to step through.

The Marukans lead the graymanes around the back of the place, while the group leaves the street, out of the bright light of the two suns and into the relative dimness of the Grey Tower.

The large room of the tavern is nearly empty, it being just past mid morning, and it is easy to find a large table that will seat the entire ensemble.

A young, green skinned woman comes to the table, taking orders for drinks and meals, then quickly leaves to prepare them.

Kolarios looked from one to the other and frowned. He turned to Jaxar with a confused look upon his face. "Surely, you logic as if a Causidian. Any relation? No mind, it is endearing and will serve me well when you become my boon companion." He smiled, a big white smile of perfect teeth, and stuck out his hand. "I am Kolarios Viramos, of Zandir. I happen to be quite excellent with..." the confused look returned for a moment. He shrugged and waved his hand back and forth. "Well, to be honest, with quite a number of things. Obviously, you can see the benefit in accompanying me on my quest to slay the foul blackhearts who have stolen the vessel of Lady..." He snapped his fingers and pointed at Wraith and Jaxar, winking his eye. "The vessel of whom we don't really care to determine at this juncture! Regardless, it is my quest and they gave me this scar, see? Backstabbed as it were, certes that none of them could face me and my steel face-to-face. But, I digress, oh yes! I was talking about how they were cowards and ran from my blades... cough."

He paused and clutched at his throat. "Ten Thousand but it's dry out here. We should find a place to be manly and drink. And eventually compare swords." He nodded, matter-of-factly, and smiled.

J'landria takes a chair where she can see the door, and the door to the kitchens.  Sitting in the building, she moves in the chair so her tail is comfortable and watches the easy discussion around the table, her hand falling to her sword and resting there.  Her posture in the chair is rigid at first, but as she looks around she realizes that relaxing is her best bet so she leans back in it and stretches her long legs out in front of her and under the table.  When the serving girl comes up, she asks for a water and some meat, but makes no specification as to what or how cooked.  She looks in her pouch at the coin she has and hopes it's enough.

When others join her she nods to each in kind.

Callianos wanders about the small town of Deadwood, taking in what sights he can for a few moments.

That's all it takes for him to be certain he's seen quite most of what Deadwood has to offer. His eyes dart about the populace, scurrying about their staid and ordinary lives, ever watchful for the one whom he came here seeking. But, of course, Fortuna has not, apparently sought to bless him in his search today.

"Perhaps that strange lot has made its way to the Grey Tower. They should prove interesting folk, at the least," he mutters to himself, stepping over some ogront dung.

Making his way back to the inn, Callianos steps through the front door with a flamboyant swish of his cape to reveal the stock of his prized lutara. He offers a warm smile to all whose eyes greet him, and a clap upon the back of the Zandir with whom only hours ago he'd found himeslf in a friendly game of chance with.

He looks about the place, catching sight of the strange group who'd caught his attentions at the windship tower. A small smile upon his face, a merry twinkle in his eye, he moves to the bar.

"A drink, if you will," he says to the bartender, "And something light and sweet, perhaps from a Zandu vintner or some refreshingly invigorating skoryx, if you have it. If not, I will take the best you have to offer."

Winking at the bartender and leaning in conspiratorially, Callianos says softly, "And put it on his tab if you would."

The Sarista hooks his thumb towards the Gryph.

"I believe he owes me a drink."

In reply to Callianos (msg #66):

The Pharesian man with the startling scar around his neck frequently seen behind the bar comes bustling up, and behind the bar, looks a bit, and cocks his head a Callianos, and with a wry smile responds, "Aye, I've got some skoryx, though I'm running low.  It's customary in these parts for one stranger to offer to buy another a drink, rather than to offer to have another pay for one's drink."  He casts his eye at the barmaid, and seeing that she is going about her business, and the large table is being tended to, adds, "Quite bunch for this early in the day.  But then, I'm told that a windship has just docked."

Mirna laughs, "Oh, this should be *quite* entertaining!"

Aalistair sits, calmly, rigidly erect. He holds a clay cup of plain (if perhaps a bit murky) water in one hand and slowly sips.

His eyes move about the group, trying to ascertain the positions of each within the strata of this little society.

In reply to Balerimos (msg #67):

Callianos laughs heartily at Balerimos' statement.

"Ah, but I am used to being the one who has the drinks bought for me."

He slaps down a pair of gold lumens upon the scarred counter top.

"That and being a wandering minstrel doesn't always pay well."


"Very well, two glasses of your finest Zandu vintage, one directed towards the Gryph."

Callianos' green eyes light up as they settle upon the Danuvian amongst the group, and a smile plays across his handsome features.

"I'll bet that one likes something a bit stouter. Send a Tazian fire ale her way if you would."

He adds another lumen to the two on the counter, and leans back on the stool to wait and watch as the drinks are delivered.

In reply to Callianos (msg #70):

The bartender is preparing drinks, and hands them to the barmaid.  She begins bringing drinks to those at the table who have ordered them, additionally adding a glass of Zandir wine placed in front of Kar, and a flaming mug of Tazian fire ale in front of Mirna.  She gives a nod, and indicates the Sarista man at the bar as she does so.

Wraith leans forward and delicately tugs the barmaid's apron.  A lecherous grin spreads across his handsome face when she leans towards him to take his order.  "Your best Zandir wine, please."  He places a few Lumens on her tray, his eyes gleaming mischievously.

He unpins his blue-silver cloak and drapes across the back of his chair.  His silver tunic, dark-blue leggings, and high boots shimmer in the soft candlelight.  Lightening seems to flicker along the hilt of the sword that's festooned to his hip.

He surveys the motley assemblage, listening rather than speaking, as he waits for the barmaid to deliver his wine.

Aalistair leans slightly forward.

"So, Athellin, Jaxar... did you find news of your comrades? I notice that you've picked up a few others. Are these the ones you were looking for?" There may be a hint of disapproval in his voice. Or maybe its slight disgust at the surroundings.

"The youngling here," he tips his cup slightly in J'landria's direction. "Is still looking for a few someones. Perhaps after we finish our refreshments we could help her. Or if your search is not done, we could find more information."

J'landria's ears will shift, bespeaking annoyance, when Aalistair calls her a youngling.

"Yes, I seek the Orgovian Trader.  He might have seen someone with the one I am seeking," she pauses.  "You know I never asked you if you've seen a youngling," her head turns to look at Aalistair, then around the assembled group.

In reply to J'landria (msg #74):

"Perhaps we shall run into the Orgovian here, as I said. As to the youngling you seek; no, I have not seen any Jaka besides yourself and Jaxar here."

Mirna smiles faintly "I had a Thrall trainer, part of my mother's harem, who always said I'd never be a real warrior until I could drink a mug of this and stay standing" She raises the glass and nods towards the Sarista, then drinks half the mug in one swallow. "I wonder if that old bugger is still beating up the new Virago..."
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"Not that I have heard.  Perhaps it would be best if we each were to tell, briefly, what our involvement with this windship is?" 

"Easily enough done. I have no prior involvement in it. I did see a windship pass overhead, heading south. It flew... erratically but still swiftly. That was a few days ago as I was heading north out of town to seek a missing band of pilgrims."

Aalistair drains the last of his water and gently sets the cup upon the table.

With considerable restraint, Kolarios ordered a fine Zandir liqueur and was dismayed to find that they had none of the sort. He sighed and ordered from their wine list with a look of some tolerance. As the others started speaking, he remembered the words of his father about silence being important. He couldn’t remember why because he had interrupted his father to ask that very thing and received only a slap to a head at the time. Truly, it was times like these that Kolarios would have preferred that his father completed the lessons that he sought to impart upon his son. No matter, he reasoned and leaned back to listen to the others tell their stories.

Wraith leans forward and says, "My name is Wraith Zephyr.  My dear comrade Nas Nasri and I were hired to locate and reclaim The Wind of Fate."  His eyes move from one to the next.  "The only thing I know about this vessel is that it has been overtaken by Rajan pirates.  This shall doubtless prove to be a daunting task, but I for one am I up for it."  He slams his fist upon the table.  "I could sorely use a drink."

Callianos nods to the Danuvian, lifts his wine glass from the bar top, and begins to stride over to the unusual collection of people gathered around her.

J'landria cocks an ear back, the motion that on other people would be considered a raised eyebrow.  She watches them talk each taking their turn.  When there's a moment of silence she speaks.

"Even though most all of you know, I have nothing to do with the ship, but happen to know Jaxar, if only in passing," she shrugs and closes her mouth, her green eyes bright and intent on the rest of the group.

In reply to J'landria (msg #82):
*Receives the drink and looks questioningly to the Zandir. Raises the glass and sniffs before sipping*

"My connection to the ship is also more recent than some"
*as he eyes those he was beginning to think as companions. Now...?*
"I must confess, this news of the ship being pirated before...our use has me a bit unsettled."