Pixie on the town (Moore)

[Anastasia]

"Yeah, friends," Moonlight smiles, "I'd like that."

[Nephrite]

Moore nods. "Good. I'm sure Lathander wouldn't mind." Moore smiles at that and then leans back to start listening again. Well, this surely doesn't count for Sunstone, but he did a good deed nonetheless.

[Anastasia]

You can hear people around you talking. Lost loves, regrets, that sort of thing.

"If only I hadn't chased her away..." One voice laments, "I never appreciated her."

"He was the only light in my life," A woman mourns, "He's gone now and what do I do?"

[Nephrite]

Moore taps his chin. No, those aren't the sort of things Sunstone wants them to reconcile -- she was quite clear on the avenging the wrong part of things. He'll keep listening for now. Although this would be a good place to return to sometime to offer some people some hope and motivation on how to resolve these problems.

[Anastasia]

You listen longer. At last you hear one interesting, "She took everything," The man's voice is broken, "She left me and took everything. Stabbed my brother in the back, raided the vault and even poisoned the damn dog!"

[Nephrite]

Moore points at Moonlight. "Bingo." He looks over in that direction. "How do you want to approach this? Just be up front and honest and say we're doing good deeds in the name of love?"

[Anastasia]

Moonlight nods, "Sounds good. Heh, warriors of love. Not what I expected today."

[Nephrite]

Moore just smiles at that and starts to head to the poor soul who ended up in this situation.

[Anastasia]

You find him two booths over. A middle aged half-elf with a rugged black beard and tired features, a shot glass of something brown and strong-smelling held. He guns it down before looking over at you, "A fey, a sidhe?" he asks aloud.

[Nephrite]

"That's me." Moore nods. "I'm going to skip the frivolity and cut to the point. My companion and I --" He gestures to Moonlight, "Are from a place called Aurora. I'm Moore and she's Moonlight. We're currently here to help solve some problems in Rapture. It sounds like you have someone who wronged you -- we'd like to set that right."

[Anastasia]

"Hi," Moonlight slides right in opposite him, "So someone did you wrong?" She gives a little wave as she settles in and flashes him a smile. "We overheard. She even poisoned your dog? That sounds terrible."

The man puts his empty glass down and sighs, looking down at the table. "I don't know how it can be right. I loved her...no, I love her. Broke my heart, killed my brother, emptied out the vault of our guild and poisoned my pet dog. She took everything and left me nothing."

[Nephrite]

"Well, the most obvious thing to do is to find her and find out why." Moore explains. "There are a variety of possibilities... but we're the types that like to get to the truth of things. Can you give us any information on where and when this happened? Any information about her as well would be helpful."

[Anastasia]

The half-blood looks down and says, "Yeah...yeah, why not?" He says. "Me and my brother Arne ended up in a Brightwater orphanage when we were kids. Don't remember our parents, happened real young. Think they were from the Prime and stumbled in a portal through an accident. So we grew up and decided to make our fortune as an adventurer's guild. He's the favorite of the Golden Lady and I know my way around a sword. The two of us could take care of anything...'till I met her."

[Nephrite]

Moore nods, taking the information down mentally. "Of course. Go on at your leisure."

[Anastasia]

"Her name's Alurae," He pauses closing his eyes. "Beautiful. Hair just like the bards say, like sunlight and honey. She smiles so warmly, it makes my legs turn to jelly. An elf, like the bards sing that they are at their height. For some reason she liked me and joined our guild. I talked my brother into it, then...then...after a little time she betrayed us all. Took everything."

Moonlight scowls, "She sounds like a black widow. She left you alive and slew your brother, though? Why?"

"Don't know. He had Waukeen's favor, so she may have feared it. Maybe she shouldn't have, since she wouldn't grant her clerics the spell to resurrect him. He's out there somewhere in her quarter now, probably some minor spirit or another that doesn't remember my name." The man still looks down, lost.