Rising higher

[Anastasia]

Further response is cut off by the door opening. A blue tinted humanoid with facial ridges and severe features is there, "Yes?" he asks, slowly.

[Nephrite]

"Hello, I'm sorry to be a bother." Moore says. "My name is Moore, this is Xandra. The Mountain, ah... ahem, I suppose I should say it guided us here today. I hope we're not intruding on your time too much."

[Anastasia]

Adjusting the collar of a sturdy brown tunic and then the belt of his pants, the man gives you a long look. He steps aside, inviting you in with nary a word.

[Nephrite]

"Thank you very much, Mister...?" Moore asks as he goes inside.

[Anastasia]

"Pactpeace." The blue man says, leading you within. The first floor is mostly one big kitchen, though you note a flight of stairs going down in the back. He points at chairs around a table, each chair mismatched and various sizes. Pots and pans hang on the wall, burnished copper bottoms a subtly mismatched array of different copper shades. From the roof, net-sacks of garlic, sausage, ham and other savory things hang. The entire room smells of it, garlic and meat intermixing to your nose.

The light of Chronias is pleasant in here, providing natural light as Pactpeace takes down several sausage links and grabs a pan, a gesture starting a fire in the hearth.

"Thank you for your hospitality," Xandra sits and bows her head a moment. "Blessed be he who provides aid and succor for those that travel, for nothing is certain away from the safety of home."

[Nephrite]

I know this is probably reaching, but wasn't Iris a blue-skinned humanoid too?

[Anastasia]

Go paste the description of her, would you?

[Nephrite]

he turns. Her face is pale porcelen, far more beautiful than a human's. It's flawless and her gaze is that of burning sunshine. A well spring of fear comes from seeing her, but her smile melts that.

blue, porcelain, same-o-same-o.

"Mister Pactpeace, yes, thank you for your hospitality. Do you get many guests?" Moore asks.

[Anastasia]

Geez, my eye and spellcheck missed a horrid typo there.

"Few," The blue skinned man says, focusing on his cooking. The meat begins to sizzle and brown under his gaze, a few motions causing it jostle about the pan. "Always with purpose."

[Nephrite]

Moore nods. "Other than cooking, do you mind if I ask what else you spend your time here? It may end up related to our own purpose."

[Anastasia]

"Remembering. Meditating. I am the last of my people," Pactpeace says, voice rough. "The sole survivor. I chose to always remember them and honor them."

[Nephrite]

Moore smiles and nods. "I have a friend who was the last of his people, too. He ended up finding a way to have them blessed by the Triune to cultivate their population again."

[Anastasia]

A nod to that, "No need. They are above." Pactpeace looks up. "We stilled the demons. I broke the Demon Pact. They all began the journey they should have always taken."

[Nephrite]

Moore glances at Xandra.

"Mister Pactpeace." Moore says as he watches. "I have something I'd like you to see -- call it a curiosity on my part, but I have a sinking suspicion you may be able to help us with something."

[Anastasia]

Xandra matches that glance and nods.

"Show me." Pactpeace brings the pan over, a gesture cooling it as he sits on the table. He takes a sausage with his bare hand and eats, and after a moment Xandra follows suit.