A Journey to the Castle!

[Anastasia]

Alex shrugs, waiting for the white mage and sending a curious glance at the resident thief.

[Olvelsper]

"I'm going with her, nothing beats free eats and a bed to sleep in." Craig casually responded to the fighter's look with a shrug as he started to casually slink off after her. "You two should come back when you're ready."

With that he was off.

[Anastasia]

"...Yeah," Alex nods slowly, turning to her. "Let's go."

[Halbarad]

Patricia nods. "You lead the way - it doesn't really matter to me where we go."

[Dracos]

And quickly did they make their way to the inn, Helena securing both food and good ale for them, as well as seats at the best table in the house.

Dracos

[Anastasia]

Alex sits down, and after enjoying the offered meal...

"...You're still seroius about going off with them," he asks simply, getting to the point. He glances at the other two, nearby.

[Halbarad]

"I definitely would NOT have chosen to go with Helena - she's got a reputation in Corneria for being a real troublemaker. The other guy doesn't seem too bad, though. But at this point? Anything that will get me away from the guild has to be an improvement." Patricia keeps her voice pitched low, so that only Alex can hear her.

[Anastasia]

Alex nods, silently agreeing. "I suppose if it's that restricting," he comments softly. "So this is your bid for freedom?"

[Halbarad]

Patricia snorts. "I couldn't really stay in Vertice with Father Maxwell having passed on, and the guild here treats me like a little girl. I just want to get out there and DO something."

[Dracos]

A waiter comes by and refills their drinks.

Dracos

[Anastasia]

Alex glances at the drink, but restains himself. Don't want to get drunk, at least not yet, or risk getting close to it.

"I can understand that," he nods thoughtfully. "At least getting out from an annoyance at home." Quietly, he plays with his food a moment, flicking some vegetables around. "But there's something else, too."

[Halbarad]

"Oh?" Patricia perks up, curious. "Where are you from? And why ARE you traveling?"

[Anastasia]

Alex just shakes his head, his mane of black hair moving to the motion. "Nevermind that right now. I'd like to ask you about that orb - could I see it?"

[Halbarad]

The white mage shrugs. "Sure, I don't mind." She fishes around underneath her robes, bringing out the pouch once again. "Father Maxwell swore to me that this was one of the real Light Orbs - I'm still not sure if it is or not myself, but it does seem... I don't know, special somehow. Maybe it's just my imagination."

[Anastasia]

"Heh," Alex shakes his head a second time, reaching into his own cloak. Withdrawing a simple burlap drawstring bag, he opens it to reveal a glass orb. "These seem to be going around...I guess it's not impossible that someone would make a fake," he comments.

"They do look similar, though. Maybe even the same craftsman?"