Drink With Me

[Ginrai]

Ginrai notices it as well and decides to walk along with Rez for a bit.  "Ah, so you already found out about him?"

[Rezantis]

"Yes . . ." Rez starts walking roughly . . . away from most people, travelling a roundabout path towards the practice field.

He continues the conversation quietly - not whispering, but a quiet conversational tone that makes it difficult for someone they pass by to hear more than a few words.

"Bjorn managed to pull something from his old bag of tricks, and I managed to get back in practice with my archery.  You might be surprised, if you concentrate on it.  Wiser to leave it until you're in private, though."

[Ginrai]

"Really?  Hmm... I'm going to have to try that out later.  Oh, and I take it you were able to find out who on the Storm-riders I noticed in my vision before you guys left?"

[Rezantis]

"Oh yes.  Turns out it was the younger brother of Markham . . . and after Markham's insistence on holding to the preferred course of a known traitor, well . . . Lord Bloom challenged him for leadership, and is now the King of the Stormriders once more."

Rez hums.

"Apart from that, we've been hammering their supply lines, fighting some running battles, and emptying the temples. We rescued Eske and picked up all the priestesses and vassals left in the wastes, as far as we know, and now we're back. That's the condensed version, anyway. What's been happening this side of the wall?"

[Dracos]

Dracos apparently heads without further interruption to the halls to eat with his cousin and Bjorn if he is willing to follow, hopefully he'll encounter some of the leadership of the place there instead of having to hunt them down to talk.

Dracos

[Brian]

Nathan and Ginrai now leave this thread to go to Memory.

Once you enter the hall, the tide of merriment and joy (most of which comes in the form of loud noise) washes over you.  The hall is very full, even with no actual defenders of the keep in it (at a glance -- everyone else is dressed as a civillian).  Currently, Durant is on the stage, re-telling the story of the original war against the evil gods.  His voice catches when he spots Bjorn, but he quickly looks away and continues.

There are empty seats scattered across the room, and you could get a table entirely to yourselves further away from the stage where Durant is performing.

[Dracos]

Dracos hmms and goes and sits there, briefly glancing over who chose to join him and how they seem to be faring in all this bloodshed.

Dracos

[Brian]

You're being followed by Bjorn, Farwell, and Liandral, though he looks like he's about ready to run off and look for his friends.

[Dracos]

Dracos decides to give him the leave to get away.  "Liandril, if you aren't hungry, feel free to go converse with your friend, I forget his name, the other elf here.  You've done more than enough for now."

Dracos glances at the others, "Well...we're here.  That's one impossible feat for the day, passing three thousand thousand thousand...and many thousand more?"

Dracos

[Brian]

"Enough," Liandral says, nodding.  "You should be safe in the keep."  With that, he turns around and jogs away, vanishing from sight shortly.

[Bjorn]

Bjorn, who has been grimly silent this whole time, looks after Liandral as he runs off.  "Should follow him," he murmurs, his face still bearing the serene impassiveness it's worn since the battle ended.

[Dracos]

Dracos eyes Bjorn and slightly over at Farwell.  "He'll be well enough for now.  Let's eat...  You look like you could use a few moments not carrying everything on your shoulders."

Dracos gestured for some food.  "Who was the fine swordsman who played the part of the dead hero today?"

Dracos

[Bjorn]

Bjorn turns his gaze to Philip, a slightly raised eyebrow his only expression.  "His name was Sir Breke," Bjorn says gently.  "He was a soldier, not an actor."  His eyebrow lowers, and he regards Philip evenly.  "If you plan to lead men who would follow you, it would be good to remember that the one deserves considerably more respect for the latter."

He rises from the table.  "I'm afraid I have some questions for Master Liandral that shouldn't really wait.  If you'll pardon me, Sir Bloom, Sir Farwell."

[Brian]

Farwell nods blankly, looking -- more than anything else -- exhausted.  "I'm going to get some rest," he finally says.  "We've been pressing ourselves too hard, and the opportunity to rest comes rarely, at times such as these."

Rising, he nods, and ambles off towards the exit to the great hall.

[Dracos]

"Rest well then, Cousin." Dracos eyes Bjorn and follows him, waiting for a bit until they are alone.  "I'm curious.  What do you intend to ask him?"

Dracos