From the Ashes... A new king's day?

[Shukuen]

"Not drunk. Too young to drink," protested Leets, blinking owlishly at the new girl. "Hero Jan's new stray?" he wondered.

[Merc]

"I know you're not drunk, but  I'mjust saying they should treat you as such. It's easier to understand you that way until we find out how to cure you of whatever you've got," Felix replies to Leets.

[Olvelsper]

"Something...like that." Jan answered Viki's question. He gratefully nodded to King Cecil. "Please just give us the time we discussed and we'll join the expedition."

He gestured for the others to follow as he began to exit the room.

[Dracos]

"Agreed..." His faith in them showing a bit in a strained voice.  "But please hurry, Jan.  The tides of fate seem grim."

The group of five traveled out, yomi staying quiet in his  box as the strange black haired young woman whistled a strange tune, seemingly unconcerned...even distracted from the fact that two of their companions were stumbling about uncoordinatedly, the stink of drink thick on Mary's breath and Leets eyes were unfocused and daresay confused.

Dracos

[Olvelsper]

"All of you get yourselves to an inn and sleep it off. You apparently need it desperately."

[Shukuen]

"Select rest, HP & MP full recover," murmured Leets, seemingly to himself, though it was just audible enough for the others. He broke off into humming again, this time an odd little jingle that was both soothing yet annoyingly repetitive.

[Olvelsper]

Jan looked worried. "Hey, kid." He reached over to grasp Leets by the shoulder, shaking him a little. "What's going on with you? You've never acted this way before."

[Shukuen]

"Took something, wasn't supposed to," answered Leets dazedly, and giggled unexpectedly, "broke something. Misfit gear missed its fit."

[Olvelsper]

"I...see." Jan looked toward Felix. "Try and get a white mage or whatever professionals they have to come to the inn, quick. I'll drag the others to one of the rooms upstairs so they can rest."

He turned back to Leets. "Were you attacked? How are you feeling?" He asked as he lead the group towards the town's inn.

[Merc]

"He came up to me in that state while I was -in- a white magic shop, unfortunately. The woman in charge didn't know what was going on and tried a couple of spells to cure him, but nothing worked," Felix replies, understanding Jan's worry. "Leets said a book's at fault if I remember correctly. Wouldn't let me look at it to see what was going on though..."

[Olvelsper]

"Let's continue the conversation somewhere more private." Jan advised, leading them to an inn. Once they had secured a place to stay, he finally continued.

"Would you let Yomi look at the book, Leets?"

[Shukuen]

Leets backed away, clutching his tattered prize protectively. "No, nonononono!" He shook his head, eyes comically wide in protest. "Primordial puff is part of this!"

[Olvelsper]

"Part of what?" Jan casually spoke to the younger Leets. "We won't try to take it from you if you don't want us to, but it could be cursed. We just want to make sure that thing isn't causing you harm." He assured him.

[Dracos]

"He's not normally like this?" Viki interrupted, not used to them yet.  "What a strange curse, I thought he was speaking some foreign language."

Dracos

[Shukuen]

"Not cursed," murmured Leets, still holding the book tightly. "Informative. Knows all. Secrets..." A possessed gaze. "The towers..."