A Walk in the Neighborhood

[Dracos]

"Yeah, about that.  Mind, making the rounds a bit tonight?  Quite a few lost family in that last deal, and could perhaps use something to help ease the mind?"

Dracos

[Brian]

He groans, and rubs at his eyes.  "The last thing I want to do is look for trouble," he says.  "I'll just let word out that I'm in the hall.  Anyone who doesn't want to be alone can come."  Finished tuning his lute, he stands up.  "Anything else?"

[Dracos]

"Yeah, take care of yourself.  You'll miss things if you run yourself ragged."

Dracos

[Brian]

He smiles at that.  "Thanks.  I'm sure it'll be okay.  You watch out for yourself, too."  With that, he turns around and begins to walk towards the hall.

[Dracos]

Dracos continues his walk, moving along near Ekim's forge to see if he spots Nathan or Bjorn or spots anything interesting, yawning slightly.

Dracos

[Brian]

When you reach the forge, you see that Nathan is already there, talking with Ekim.  Ekim seems to be smoking and looking at the stars.

Dracos now joins Nothing out of the Ordinary.

[Brian]

The wind that blows across the top of the ramparts is pretty cold, but not too bad.  Liandral sighs, and turns to stare out over the battlefield.

[Dracos]

Dracos eyes Liandril with his magic vision, slightly curious.  "What's on your mind?"  He asks, non-chalantly.

Dracos

[Brian]

To your eyes Liandral looks normal ... except for a more subdued aura of magic than most people have.  It's dull, and lacking definitive color.

"Eh," he grunts.  "Just hoping nothing here goes wrong."

[Dracos]

"Anything more anyway..."  Dracos shook his head.  "Figures the answer to where all these crazies are coming from is the gods being against us."

Dracos

[Brian]

"Crazies?" Liandral asks, looking at you curiously.

[Dracos]

"The hordes out there.  Their numbers haven't made any sense since I got here.  Now they do.  At least if what Elric hinted at is true."

Dracos

[Brian]

"What do you mean it doesn't make sense?  This is a fantasy world, unconstrained by our perceptions of reality," Liandral says, grinning.  "Anything can, and most likely already has happened."

[Dracos]

"Mmm... True."  Dracos rubs his head sheepishly.  "Now where's the already happened of us winning?"  Dracos playfully returns.

Dracos

[Brian]

"Little below my spleen," he replies, winking.