Nawain/Logs/20260429
[Personal][Rileos] <to you> You got your thoughts collected enough to tell me what happen?
You hear your mental voice echo to Rileos, As collected as I can get them, I think.
You hear your mental voice echo to Rileos, Got some place quiet in mind to talk?
[Personal][Rileos] <to you> Nowhere in particular, you got a spot you like?
You hear your mental voice echo to Rileos, Some place with alcohol.
You hear your mental voice echo to Rileos, What about that brandy bar in Raven's Court?
[Personal][Rileos] <to you> That's always a good one, I'll be there shortly.
Roughneck Rileos just arrived.
Rileos nods to you.
You nod to Rileos.
Rileos glances at a fine-grained goldenoak bar.
Roughneck Rileos moseys south.
You stand back up.
Roughneck Rileos just arrived.
Rileos takes a sip of his Reserve.
You chuckle.
You settle yourself on the leather chair.
Rileos leans against a fine-grained goldenoak bar.
You nibble on your lip.
Rileos asks, So, where'd we leave off?
You rub your neck.
Rileos says, And you'll forgive me for stayin ready for a fight considern where you just was, could bring friends.
Rileos takes a sip of his Reserve.
You quietly say in a Rakash accent, You wanted me to gather my thoughts and share what happened.
You nod.
Rileos nods.
Rileos asks, Which you was locked on a boat?
(Nawain wrinkles her nose.)
You say in a Rakash accent, I was... Well, yeah. Sort of.
You say in a Rakash accent, I mean, mostly I wasn't actually locked in.
You ask in a Rakash accent, What even have you heard?
You glance at Rileos, a male Human.
You take a sip of the applejack.
Rileos says, I mean, you ain't gotta be locked in a cell to be a prisoner. Ship goes out to sea you ain't goin anywhere regardless if you can walk about, as an example.
(Nawain bites her lip harder and nods a little, not meeting your eyes.)
Rileos adjusts his wide brimmed hat.
You say in a Rakash accent, There was some sailing, yeah.
You say in a Rakash accent, But I... There was also time docked. And no guards on the ramp.
Rileos says, I've heard what you've told me so far.
You glance at Rileos, a male Human.
Rileos squints at you.
You slowly and deliberately empty your filled lungs.
Rileos says, Alright, then. That requires some explainin considering the company.
Rileos takes a sip of his Reserve.
You quietly ask in a Rakash accent, Ophi and Dioe grabbed me just after their last raid. I woke up in the hold with a massive headache, and they made me drink.. S-something. I don't know what, but things... stopped making sense. Or.. No. They made too much sense?
Rileos fixes you with a frank, even stare.
Rileos slowly says, Uh-huh..
You quietly say in a Rakash accent, They talked. Alot. About secrets, and fog, and monsters, and darkness. About demons, and... and everything made... so much sense.
(Nawain hunches her shoulders and keeps her eyes on her drink.)
Rileos takes a sip of his Reserve.
Rileos asks, Care to elaborate a bit on that?
You rub your neck.
You glance at Rileos, a male Human.
You quietly say in a Rakash accent, They... They told me I was important to.. s-something. That I n-needed to protect the Pack. From... from..
(Nawain bites the inside of her cheek hard enough to draw blood, and her teeth are a bit pink when she speaks again.)
You quietly say in a Rakash accent, F-from the Baron.
Rileos asks, How does the Baron factor into this?
Rileos raises an eyebrow.
(Nawain's voice wavers between deep confidence and mild confusion without pause.)
You say in a Rakash accent, He isn't what he seems. He's bad, Rileos. He's... he's infested. Corrupted. Demons are in his soul, and he *knows* I know.
You take a sip of the applejack. Warm and spicy. It makes you tingle down to your toes!
Rileos gives a slight nod.
Rileos takes a sip of his Reserve.
Rileos asks, Yeah? That certainly sounds bad. How'd you find that out again?
(Nawain gazes at you through her mask, expression hidden but hands shaking.)
You say to Rileos in a Rakash accent, I... I didn't. They did. The people on the ship. They knew of his plans against Siksraja. Dioe, and Davrion, and Ophiliah, and Cambin. They brought me on board to keep me safe. So I c-could learn the truth.
You whisper to Rileos, OOC: She seems absolutely oblivious to the fact that she just TOLD you she was whacked upside the head and drugged
Rileos whispers, OOC: Oh, 100% caught it, Rileos is just trying gentle before firm to get her to notice herself
You take a sip of the applejack.
Rileos says, Dioe the necromancer.
You give a slight nod.
Rileos says, Who attacks cities to get his rocks off.
Rileos takes a sip of his Reserve.
Rileos guzzles down some of his Reserve and then smacks his lips and wipes them with his sleeve.
You wince.
(Nawain nods again, though slower.)
Rileos asks, This sound like a reliable ally and information source?
Rileos asks, You can see my hesitance here, right?
You say in a Rakash accent, N-no, but... Sir Davrion confirmed it.
You say in a Rakash accent, And Cambin.
Rileos says, Who join the necromancer to attack cities.
You rub your neck.
Rileos runs his fingers through his hair.
You quietly ask Rileos in a Rakash accent, But.. They're Paladins. They wouldn't lie about something like that, would they?
Rileos slowly empties his lungs.
Rileos says, Darlin, I was a paladin. I lied -all the time-.
You wince.
Rileos says, Paladins are still mortals, the code is an aspiration, not implanted in your brain where you can't disobey it.
Rileos asks, When you drink this stuff, by the by?
You say in a Rakash accent, I... it's true, Rileos. I know it doesn't make sense. It was really hard for me to believe, too.
You nibble on your lip.
You say in a Rakash accent, Gods, I don't even... There was so much. And it was different. What vrali gave me was different than what Dioe gave me, which was different than what Ophiliah had...
You say in a Rakash accent, And... And I started drinking my fratvarit. Pretty much all the time.
You say in a Rakash accent, I.. I kept some. I want to identify what's in it, but... I'm afraid to try it. Afraid to loose more days.
Rileos asks, "Alright, this clearly ain't workin." Rileos throws back the remainder of his drink and tosses the glass aside, a switch flipping in his demeanor from casual conversation to something cold and neutral, his expression dropping away completely. "Nawain Augtaire, you will remember what you swore to me. What was it?"
Rileos comes and stands near you.
You glance at Rileos, a male Human.
(Nawain digs her nails into the leather of the armchair and tries not to cringe back.)
You ask Rileos in a Rakash accent, T-to serve the Gods, to protect the f-faithful, to... to stand against the demonic..?
Rileos flatly says, And to do whatever is necessary in that goal. This is one of those times.
(Nawain cringes, but nods slightly.)
Rileos flatly asks, You will listen to me very carefully and do exactly as I say, no more no less. Do we understand eachother?
Rileos flourishes his Imperial spear about in a butterfly pattern.
(Nawain nods, a quick, jerky motion, knuckles white.)
Rileos says, Good. Let's begin easy. Stay your ass in that chair. Take off the mask.
(Nawain's hand shakes as she takes off the mask. She's fairly dirty and a bit bloody, and hasn't bathed in a while.)
You remove your warrior's mask, revealing your features once again.
You are Enelne's Champion Nawain Augtaire, Sfarns del Dzive of Siksraja, a Rakash Cleric.
A bright aura of holy energy emanates from you, shining with a powerful inner fortitude.
You have a high-cheekboned kite-shaped face with an inexorable streak of splaying black veins spreading along the neck, delicate ears, star-flecked abyssal black eyes and a freckled nose. Your abyssal black-streaked ginger hair is hip length and frizzy with Katamba-black tips, and is worn ratted into a tangled mess. You have pale skin dusted with a constellation of freckles and a coltish figure.
You are tiny for a Rakash.
You appear to be an underdog.
Whimsical gnarled truegold branches are embellished with dozens of delicate filigree butterflies, each paper-thin form awash in a golden nimbus of light. The vibrant blue-green wings of a massive Enelne's Eye rest just above your eyes.
Your right palm has a tattoo of a stylized butterfly sketched in thick inky black lines.
A luminous orb formed by a starry murder of crows hovers like a will-o-wisp, following you diligently.
You are in good shape.
You are holding a snifter of Arthe Dale applejack in your right hand and a truegold-laced tursa warrior's mask resembling a Rakash in moonskin in your left.
You are wearing a Katamba-black hat with moonstone-beaded tassels dangling from its brim, a finely wrought truegold shoulder necklace flaunting a large Enelne's eye, a sunfire sateen clerical stole with cambrinth and goldenglow glaes butterflies, a delicate abyssal tursa turinstil alight with burning scarlet goldfyre, an ethereal butterfly fetish spreading wings of verdant moonsilver, a high-collared bitterweave longcoat lined with Katamba-black nightsilk, an hourglass corset of black scalene beaded with obsidian feather filigree, a grey leather armband adorned with onyx carvings, a polished asini oath ring graced with a large glittering avene, a layered skirt of shredded nightsilk wrapped in a trio of tursa hip chains and some low-heeled boots made of shadowed Katamba-black witchweft.
(Rileos's eyes flit about your features for a moment, if he was expecting something his lack of a reaction doesn't betray it.)
Rileos gives a slight nod.
Rileos says, Show me what you drank.
(Nawain tries to control her breathing and hunches deeper in the armchair, tucking her hands into her lap somewhat protectively.)
You put your mask in your slender rugursora.
You get an oceanic orichalcum flask capped with a bioluminescent asarenjan wave from inside a sculpted leather beverage holster which is in a swirling eddy of incandescent light bound by a gold-striated coralite frame.
You move an oceanic orichalcum flask capped with a bioluminescent asarenjan wave to your right hand.
You offer your orichalcum flask to Rileos, who has 30 seconds to accept the offer. Type CANCEL to prematurely cancel the offer.
Rileos has accepted your offer and is now holding an oceanic orichalcum flask capped with a bioluminescent asarenjan wave.
You whisper to Rileos, OOC: It smells medicinal. Not at all tasty.
Rileos sniffs at an oceanic orichalcum flask capped with a bioluminescent asarenjan wave.
Rileos winces.
You breathe as quietly as you can.
Rileos makes a grunting noise.
Rileos says, Alchemists.
Rileos shakes his head.
Rileos offers you an oceanic orichalcum flask capped with a bioluminescent asarenjan wave. Enter ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.
You accept Rileos's offer and are now holding an oceanic orichalcum flask capped with a bioluminescent asarenjan wave.
You put your flask in your slender rugursora.
Rileos whispers, OOC: Don't wanna steal your cool flask
Rileos runs his fingers through his hair.
(Nawain tugs on her left ear in an agitated fidget.)
You guzzle down the applejack.
You finish off the rest of it, and set the snifter aside.
You get an itsy-bitsy Ilithic applewood keg reinforced with howlite-studded leather straps from inside your slender rugursora.
Grinning, you pull a large swig from an itsy-bitsy Ilithic applewood keg reinforced with howlite-studded leather straps. The taste of fermented apples and black peppercorns maul your senses as the viscous blue fratvarit pours down your gullet. The urge to howl at the moons is quickly quelled by the sickly honey-sweet aftertaste and strong burning sensation that fills your mouth.
[WARNING: Drinking large quantities of this could make you unconscious!]
Roundtime: 5 seconds
(Rileos's hand suddenly shoots out with alarming speed for an old drunk, calloused fingers digging into the collar of your longcoat in a solid grip. He leans down as he speaks, his arm pressing down hard to keep you in place in the chair.)
You take in a great breath of air.
Rileos flatly says, Nawain, you have been drugged. Your thoughts are clouded and false. Your inability to see this is concerning, but not surprising considering.
Rileos says, I can't say what they put into you, but I need you to focus here and think. They took you after a raid, poured this stuff down your gullet for days and fed you occult weirdness until you cracked. Focus, really think about these events.
(Nawain flinches hard at the sudden movement, and is clearly only held in place by your grip on her coat. Her breath hisses through her teeth and she shakes, eyes locked on you. A growing tide of panic is rising in them.)
You say in a Rakash accent, I... I th-think about them all the time..
You breathe rapidly, your nostrils flaring.
Rileos says, No, you don't. You're swinging wildly as you speak between confused and assured and you do not know which you are. I do. You are confused because -you have been drugged-.
Rileos says, I am not your enemy, we have fought together and drank together and right now you need to trust me more than yourself.
(Nawain grits her teeth, expressive face oddly pleading. Her eyes try to drift away, to fix on anything else but your hard face.)
You faintly say in a Rakash accent, I... of course I trust you..
You try desperately to catch your breath.
(Rileos's grip shifts, fingers slipping from your longcoat and up, wrapping his large hand around your jaw to control your head. He leans down until he's barely a foot away, his large frame absolutely towering in this context.)
You see Roughneck Rileos Shaw, a Human.
Rileos's flesh is covered by a magical coat of protective scales. They shift sluggishly through an array of muted colors, like light catching a puddle of oil at the right angle.
He appears to be an adult.
He has a short scruffy mustache on his upper lip and a short rough beard.
He has a tattoo of stylized clouds inked across the right shoulder, creating the backdrop for a snarling tiger that stretches from the left shoulder to the opposite hip in variegated shades of black and grey. Below the massive rear paws, a roughly depicted spiderweb traps a broken orlog with no hands, both accented in crimson red. A group of feral black and grey ink cats prowls by his right hip, draping against one another to stare with bright golden eyes on his back.
Razor-like claws extend from his fingertips.
Rileos has unnaturally dark tiger stripes criss-crossing his skin.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a wide brimmed hat with a golden sun rose tucked into a woven sunken leather band, a plain farandine vest with gold buttons, a simple off-white raw silk shirt with whitleather elbow patches, a nondescript jacket with a shadowy eagle imprinted on the sleeve, a rugged demonscale bandolier lined in white fox fur, a low-slung holster of sunken leather with a crimson moonsilver inlaid buckle, a pair of umber brown hemp pants laced with cord down each leg and some demonsbane leather boots with supple black soles.
Rileos flatly says, No. Focus here.
(Nawain's eyes dart to yours and stay.)
Rileos flatly says to you, They hurt you, Nawain. They hurt you and drugged you to say you weren't.
Rileos says, A necromancer and its cult. A -necromancer-.
(Nawain tries to turn her head, and gives a small, whining sound, tears in her eyes. When she speaks, it's barely a whisper, but there's no confusion.)
You say in a Rakash accent, Dioe didn't hurt me. It wasn't him.
Rileos says, Their lies are falling out of your mouth.
You cringe.
Rileos asks, Did they say they're misunderstood? Unfairly maligned by polite society? Just trying to help people?
(Nawain nods jerkily.)
Rileos exclaims, They are a necromancer and it's cult, Nawain! They lie! They hurt people! You've heard all these lines before!
You flinch.
Rileos exclaims, For gods sake, you're a Rakash! THEY KILLED YOUR PEOPLE!
You exclaim in a Rakash accent, I know that!
You exclaim in a Rakash accent, He was going to hurt Tek!
You growl at Rileos.
Rileos asks, Then why are you defending him!?
You say in a Rakash accent, Because it wasn't Dioe! It was C...
(Nawain cuts herself off with a visable choke.)
Rileos fixes you with a frank, even stare.
Rileos says, No. You do not stop talking there.
(Nawain bares her teeth at you, but her eyes are full of terror.)
(Rileos stares down at you, his expression still compeltely flat.)
Rileos says, You are protecting people that hurt you, hurt your entire race, and are threatening to hurt your husband.
You hoarsely say in a Rakash accent, I'm... I..
Rileos says, Would that I could undo whatever concoction they forced down your throat.
Rileos says, You. Need. To. Focus.
(Nawain's face crumples, and her voice is earnest.)
You desperately say in a Rakash accent, I'm telling you the t-truth, Rileos. I'm not d-defending him, I'm just... telling the truth. Dioe didn't hurt me. He drugged me. He s-said a lot of things. And... And I don't know what happened on all those days I forgot. But... But I remember who hurt me, and it. Wasn't. Dioe.
(Nawain's eyes bore into yours.)
You say to Rileos in a Rakash accent, And if you go after Dioe, you're not going after the right monster.
Rileos asks, Then who?
Rileos asks, Who's C?
You cringe.
You quietly say in a Rakash accent, You don't understand. He'll hurt Tek. If he can't get to me, he'll go after Tek. Or Siendra. Or Dytt. He'll find them, Rileos.
Rileos gazes at you.
You gaze at Rileos.
Rileos says, If someone can threaten these people like that, then they will hurt them regardless of what you do. You've seen this before as I have.
Rileos says, Or, we can kill them.
You take in a great breath of air.
(Nawain shakes her head rapidly.)
You say in a Rakash accent, No! No. We can't kill him.
Rileos asks, Why not?
(Nawain's expression clouds with confusion at the question.)
You say in a Rakash accent, He's my vrali.
Rileos says, I don't speak Rakash, darlin.
You say in a Rakash accent, My, uh... My brother.
(Nawain squirms in the chair, biting her lip.)
(Rileos's grip releases, dropping you back into the chair as he rises back to his full height.)
Rileos says, Your brother.
(Nawain sags and wraps her arms around herself.)
(Nawain's expression almost immediately becomes one of happy recollection, and she nods.)
Rileos frowns, shaking his head with an expression of exasperation before resting his face in the palm of his hand.
You exclaim in a Rakash accent, He's just like Rutraka! Even his soul is the same color!
Rileos asks, Who?
You exclaim in a Rakash accent, Cambin!
You smile at Rileos.
Rileos chuckles.
Rileos clears his throat.
You say in a Rakash accent, I've missed Rutraka so much. And it's like he's right there with me.
You say in a Rakash accent, Even if he's an.. elf.
Rileos asks, Who's Rutraka I mean?
You say in a Rakash accent, My brother.
You nod.
Steeling yourself, you tilt an itsy-bitsy Ilithic applewood keg reinforced with howlite-studded leather straps back and down the entire thing! Spluttering, the taste of fermented apples and black peppercorns maul your senses as the viscous blue fratvarit pours down your gullet. The urge to howl at the moons is quickly quelled by the sickly honey-sweet aftertaste and strong burning sensation that fills your mouth as some of the keg spills out of your mouth.
[WARNING: Drinking large quantities of this could make you unconscious!]
Roundtime: 8 seconds
You say in a Rakash accent, Rutraka is the brother I grew up with. He died some years back. Cambin is just like him. And he calls me rasa.
You say in a Rakash accent, And he is my vrali.
Grinning, you pull a large swig from an itsy-bitsy Ilithic applewood keg reinforced with howlite-studded leather straps. The taste of fermented apples and black peppercorns maul your senses as the viscous blue fratvarit pours down your gullet. The urge to howl at the moons is quickly quelled by the sickly honey-sweet aftertaste and strong burning sensation that fills your mouth.
Roundtime: 5 seconds
Rileos inhales a great swallow of air.
Rileos slowly empties his lungs.
Rileos says, Lemme get a drink off that? Mine is empty.
You offer your applewood keg to Rileos, who has 30 seconds to accept the offer. Type CANCEL to prematurely cancel the offer.
Rileos has accepted your offer and is now holding an itsy-bitsy Ilithic applewood keg reinforced with howlite-studded leather straps.
Rileos sniffs at an itsy-bitsy Ilithic applewood keg reinforced with howlite-studded leather straps.
You whisper to Rileos, OOC: Hehehehe. Yeah, that smells a bit medicinal....
(Rileos rolls his eyes, the carefully sculpted indifference on his face collapsing as the entire picture comes together with the sniff.)
Rileos says to himself, Gods above you are the dumbest man alive.
(Nawain watches you curiously, rubbing at her ear.)
Rileos asks, What's in this?
You say in a Rakash accent, Frat? Apples, peppercorns...
You ponder.
Rileos nods.
You ask in a Rakash accent, Usually that's it, honestly. Cinnamon?
Rileos says, I owe you some frat. He idly pops the top of the applewood and tips it over onto the floor, much to the chagrin of a few passing waiters.
You exclaim in a Rakash accent, Oh! Oh, now why'd you do that!
Rileos asks, Testing a theory, you got any more?
Rileos offers you an itsy-bitsy Ilithic applewood keg reinforced with howlite-studded leather straps. Enter ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.
[09:18:28 PM] You accept Rileos's offer and are now holding an itsy-bitsy Ilithic applewood keg reinforced with howlite-studded leather straps.
(Nawain sniffs at her keg sadly.)
You say in a Rakash accent, Sure, I have plenty of frat...
You frown at Rileos.
Rileos says, Yeah, love that apple and pepper smell, absolutely not fistfuls of weird herbs.
Rileos gazes at you.
You gaze at Rileos.
Rileos says, Go ahead, smell it again.
Rileos says, Get that frat smell.
(Nawain leans in and sniffs at the fratvarit, and frowns.)
You say in a Rakash accent, Oh. Hunh. That... Smells off.
(Nawain wrinkles her nose.)
Rileos asks, It does, don't it? What other liquids you carryin?
You exclaim in a Rakash accent, That was a good batch, too!
You ponder.
You put your keg in your slender rugursora.
You say in a Rakash accent, All of them? I've got... rather alot.
Rileos says, That you would ingest, ideally.
Rileos runs his fingers through his hair.
You nod to Rileos.
You get a pretty glass bottle of Tildi's Apple Blossom Tipple from inside your slender rugursora.
Rileos stretches out a hand imploringly to you.
You offer your glass bottle to Rileos, who has 30 seconds to accept the offer. Type CANCEL to prematurely cancel the offer.
You frown.
Rileos has accepted your offer and is now holding a pretty glass bottle of Tildi's Apple Blossom Tipple.
Rileos sniffs at a pretty glass bottle of Tildi's Apple Blossom Tipple.
You whisper to Rileos, OOC: Oh, yeah. Definitely in there too
You sniff at the cask.
(Rileos sighs, making eye contact with the increasingly angry wait staff, silently mouthing sorry, bill me before tipping the bottle into the puddle on the very expensive floor.)
You groan.
You say in a Rakash accent, Oh, c'mon...
Rileos asks, What's in a..tipple, anyway?
Rileos says, Apples, clearly.
(Nawain says sulkily, "Nothing, now.")
Rileos offers you a pretty glass bottle of Tildi's Apple Blossom Tipple. Enter ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.
You accept Rileos's offer and are now holding a pretty glass bottle of Tildi's Apple Blossom Tipple.
Rileos says, Some weird smellin apples.
You sigh as you look at a pretty glass bottle of Tildi's Apple Blossom Tipple.
You put your bottle in your slender rugursora.
You sniff at the cask.
You say in a Rakash accent, This one smells okay.
You squint at Rileos.
Rileos stretches out a hand imploringly to you.
You growl low in the back of your throat.
You tip up the cask and take a mighty guzzle of the motherfruit fratvarit, savoring the taste of mulled motherfruit apples and molasses. The warm spices and sweet citrus notes blend together to form a perfectly balanced flavor.
Rileos says to you, Hand it to me or have it taken from you.
You offer your dragonwood cask to Rileos, who has 30 seconds to accept the offer. Type CANCEL to prematurely cancel the offer.
Rileos has accepted your offer and is now holding a miniature stout dragonwood cask with riveted tyrium hoops.
You mutter to yourself.
Rileos sniffs at an aged wooden cask with a caramel-colored glass top.
You whisper to Rileos, OOC: Smells like apples and peppercorns
Rileos offers you a miniature stout dragonwood cask with riveted tyrium hoops. Enter ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.
Rileos says, That one's fine.
You accept Rileos's offer and are now holding a miniature stout dragonwood cask with riveted tyrium hoops.
You beam!
You give a miniature stout dragonwood cask with riveted tyrium hoops a hug. I'm quite sure that the cask appreciates the sentiment.
Rileos says, So, here's what's going to happen.
You observe Rileos with fascination.
Rileos says, You are going to drink either water or from a bar for the next few days.
You blink.
Rileos says, None of your stuff.
You frown.
You ask in a Rakash accent, I... alright?
You glance at an aged wooden cask with a caramel-colored glass top.
You put your cask in the swirling eddy.
Rileos says, You will hold off on any actions or investigations regarding the baron or the demonic.
You nibble on your lip.
You ask in a Rakash accent, I.. don't understand. Shouldn't we..?
Rileos says, We should, once I do some independent confims on it. Gotta make sure our info lines up, you know how tricky demons are.
You nod to Rileos.
Rileos says, But if you're known to em, you gotta lie low.
(Nawain gazes at you, her expression hopeful.)
You ask Rileos in a Rakash accent, You'll help, then?
Rileos says, Well, let's see what we come up with in a couple days.
You beam at Rileos!
You nod to Rileos.
You leap to your feet!
You hug Rileos who gives you a smile in return. A faint scent of burning tobacco clings to his skin.
Rileos says, But since you're lying low, you gotta -lie low-.
You say to Rileos in a Rakash accent, Thank you. I was so worried you wouldn't believe me.
Rileos says, You can't go talkin to your...brother.
Rileos says, And you don't want to talk to the necromancer.
You say in a Rakash accent, I... oh.
(Nawain looks sad, but nods.)
Rileos says, To be clear, these are not suggestions, I haven't retired yet.
You say in a Rakash accent, Alright, if you think it's best.
You nod to Rileos.
You say in a Rakash accent, Yes, sir.
Rileos says, Tell me back what you're going to do.
You say in a Rakash accent, I'll lay low. I'll drink water, or from a bar. I'll let you investigate. And I won't talk to vrali or Dioe.
Rileos nods.
Rileos asks, Out of curiosity, which demon?
You say in a Rakash accent, Hunh? I, oh...
(Nawain blinks in confusion.)
You ask in a Rakash accent, I...I never.. asked?
You frown.
You rub your neck.
Rileos nods.
Rileos waves dismissively.
Rileos says, S'fine, I know the signs.
You say in a Rakash accent, I'm sorry, I should have. That.. doesn't make sense.
You frown.
You nod to Rileos.
Rileos asks, It really don't do it?
You say in a Rakash accent, Too much frat, maybe.
Rileos says, S'why you're takin a break.
You nod to Rileos.
You say in a Rakash accent, Good idea.
Rileos says, No mistakes, now. Important work and you got an important part.
You nod to Rileos.
Rileos nods.
You say in a Rakash accent, No mistakes. I understand.
You say in a Rakash accent, Oh! I... Um.
Rileos asks, Hmm?
You ask in a Rakash accent, I was going to meet with Aaiyaah in a few days. Should I still..?
Rileos runs his fingers through his hair.
Rileos asks, Regardin this?
You give a slight nod.
Rileos asks, When?
You say in a Rakash accent, Soon. OOC: Saturday at some point.
Rileos nods.
You say in a Rakash accent, I wanted to thank him. And... and warn him.
Rileos says, Well, we'll see where we're at in a few days but reach out if I'm about.
You nod to Rileos.
Rileos says, Alright, go lie low.
You nod.
You snap to attention and hail Rileos with a crisp hand salute.
You beam at Rileos!
Rileos gives you a slight nod.
POV Rileos:
Enelne's Champion Nawain stumbles south.
A coppery saluki puppy flaunting a goldenglow glaes collar and jadeleaf snood stares alertly off into the distance then suddenly charges out of view.
You frown and shake your head in exasperation, resting your face in the palm of your hand.
You quietly say to yourself, "Goddamnit."