A book and many things to do

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa laughs. "No wonder Bastian brought me here, then. What do you plan to do after we find who we're looking for?"

[Anastasia]

A few moments before he says slowly, obviously, "Punch a lot of people with two fists?"

[Iron Dragoon]

"Yes, but where? Wherever you happen to find yourself?"

[Anastasia]

"It's as a wise one of Clangedding Silverbeard once told me: There's always another motherfucker to punch." A big grin follows that.

[Iron Dragoon]

"Well, should you happen to impress me and get Bastian's vote of confidence, we might have further opportunities to have you punch people with us. Let's get back to Bastian and celebrate a little. Perhaps two mugs at once for you?"

[Anastasia]

With an even bigger grin you two go back and...

> roll 1d20+40
<Penuche> Kotono invokes Penuche's magic: < 54 > [d20=14]

Bastian's drinking and talking away with the sahuagin. "...problem with them - you know how to calm them down but look at it!"

Deadscales laughs, a wheezy, wet sound.

The efreet is still out cold and the troll is still drinking.

The hound archon is sniffing the air, his gaze turning to you as you come in.

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa locks eyes with him with a quirked eyebrow for a moment but continues to glide to the table, taking up her mug again and drinking as she sends to Bastian, 'He has information to the North. He's agreed to assist us for the rest of our expedition. I'd like you to observe him and evaluate him for possible recruitment while we're working with him here as well.'

[Anastasia]

The hound archon sniffs several more times, even leaning in close to you, but says not a word.

'Alright. Deadscales doesn't know anything - he been away for the past several months,' Bastian sends back.

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa raises an eyebrow and a finger at the archon and gives him a slight push on the snout.

"If you're going to proposition me, at least do so properly. Why, I don't believe you even bought me enough of drinks to get quite that nose-full."

[Anastasia]

"You smell of healing magic," The hound archon retorts, pushed back slightly from your finger. "But you don't reek of righteousness."

Bastian's smiling, smirking almost really, but he hides it by having a drink.

[Iron Dragoon]

"Yes, quite so. I'm very adept at many things. I have some skill with divine magic, through a... slightly different type of devotion, and a far greater skill with arcane magic."

[Anastasia]

"I like that," The hound archon licks his lips, "You like to have fun, wizard?"

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa snorts and chuckles, "Are you truly propositioning me? We're here on business."

[Anastasia]

"I know how to have fun, unlike other archons," The hound archon says, a low, throaty growl after.

Deadscales chuckles at it, still visibly grinning. "You probably smell like wet dog," he retorts. "She's Bastian's, anyway."

"Not my type," Bastian says, and with a hint of a smile, "But push it at your own risk, hound."

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa chuckles. "Well, I hadn't thought of it since I'm here on business, but it's an amusing proposition. Work first, at the very least, but I do wish you luck."

She turns to the saughin, "And dear sir, consider this a... teaching moment. If we should ever happen to have dealings again, it would be unwise of you to ever so much as imply that I belong to anyone. I assure you, it would make me quite annoyed."