The second seal (Moore)

[Nephrite]

"Are you the only one of Talos' followers who ended up coming here?" Moore asks. "Or maybe I should ask -- do -you- want any of his other followers to be here?" He asks again, this time with a grin.

[Iron Dragoon]

"Secretus. Hoarder of lost knowledge, resides in Hades. I believe he and the Sword of Myr are hunting each other. I hope to find him and force a confrontation, which will hopefully cause the sword to show. I'd prefer to capture Secretus, as a daemon of lost and forgotten knowledge would prove of great benefit, but information on him is, by his nature, scarce."

[Anastasia]

"Oh, that would spoil the mystery." Canderella laughs, "As of now, I'm the only one. We stay busy. Before Aurora, I had spent centuries studying the elemental planes. A deep investigation of farming came with it, to better understand how the elements grow and build."

"Ah yes, working the field," Ebony smiles, "How many fields suffered lightning strikes until you got it right?"

"Only a few!" Canderella retorts, "It's not difficult, not truly. It's time consuming without magic, since crops take time to grow, maintain and fertilize properly."

[Nephrite]

"Farming, huh? I'm trying to picture you with the quintessential farming attire and it just doesn't quite fit for some reason." Moore says with a grin. "Well, you know me, I'm trying to recruit more people into our folds, so if there's anyone you know of you think might need some prodding to come join us, let me know." He says with a look over at Ebony. "Of course, you as well, Miss Ebony."

[Anastasia]

> roll 1d20+34
<Kobot> Koaway rolled 1d20+34 --> [ 1d20=4 ]{38}

"I do not know the name," Gold admits, "When I must seek knowledge lost to all, I seek the faithful of Oghma's help. He lords over knowledge and learning. Who better to aid you?"

[Iron Dragoon]

Surraruthru nods to Gold, then turns to the others.

"What about you all? Does Secretus mean anything to any of you?"

[Anastasia]

> roll 1d20+40 Canderella
<Kobot> Koaway rolled 1d20+40 Canderella --> [ 1d20=19 ]{59}
> roll 1d20+32 Ebony
<Kobot> Koaway rolled 1d20+32 Ebony --> [ 1d20=8 ]{40}

"Oh, him." Canderella rolls her eyes, "Way back, I got into a disagreement with a group of daemon cultists. They wanted to corrupt a city and run it, I wanted to corrupt a city and run it. You know how that sort of thing goes. Anyway, when I got down to the last one, I wormed some information out of them. They claimed to serve that daemon, though they'd burned any records. They largely fought by misdirection, illusion and lies. They had two separate fake bases before the real one. Convincing setup too, would've fooled most."

[Iron Dragoon]

"Oh? Would you care to join us in kicking his teeth in? I still have to visit the Oghmites, Kascha is asking Seira, and Vivanthia is contacting the Lillends, so you have some time to decide if you need to. Retrieving the sword is a task from Seira, so it's rather important."

[Anastasia]

"I have nothing going on right now," Canderella says, "Call on me if you need my aid."

[Iron Dragoon]

"Thank you. Gold, I appreciate your time. I need to find the Oghmites."

With that, Surraruthru takes off to find the Oghmites!

[Anastasia]

How are you aiming to find any prospective ones?

[Iron Dragoon]

Hit up Elena, and if there's none in Aurora, then find someone I know and see if there's any in Brightwater or somewhere relatively easy to get to.

[Anastasia]

Back to your own thread then.

Meanwhile, once Surraruthru goes off, "Well, that was amusing," Canderella says, "Tea?"

[Nephrite]

"Oh, yes, please." Moore says. "What's your favorite type?"

[Anastasia]

"Oh, I loathe tea," Canderella interjects smoothly, "I only drink it because Ebony likes it."

Gold pauses just before speaking, glancing at the two.

Ebony frowns, "Truly?"

"Truly," Canderella chuckles, "How long have women been swallowing unpleasant things to make others happy? It's hardly anything new. Besides, the ambiance tea provides is top notch. Far better thank drunkenness with wine or excess energy from sugary juices."

"...' Ebony tries to frown, but it doesn't last. "Thank you. I think?"

"You're welcome," Canderella brushes a bit of her hair out of her face.