002.3 Seira, Shamal and Berlioz

[Corwin]

[21:18] <Kotono> -------
[21:19] <Kotono> The stable itself is...well, it's a stable. Hay litters the ground and the unique stench of held horses fills the air. There are a few people coming or going, but no one near where Winston's horses are kept in back.  The door and area are quite wide, easy for Berlioz to hang around and keep watch while Shamal goe sin.
[21:21] * Berlioz grumbles, looking back and away from the horses, paying attention to the influx of people. "That's an unique method of investigation, I must hand it to you."
[21:23] <Shamal> "One must play to their strengths, and I'm afraid I'd likely be a liability speaking to the merchant himself," Shamal laments, finding the horse in question at the back of the stable and offering it a magically sweetened cubed carrot - she can't afford sugar right now, sadly. "Nice horsie," she carols, stroking its neck as she feeds it.
[21:23] <Shamal> OOC: Prestidigitation to flavour the carrot and then using animal empathy after my bribe
[21:24] <Kotono> OOC - Roll for it. The carrot will give you a +4 circumstancial bonus.
[21:24] <Shamal> roll 1d20+7
[21:24] <Reikobot> 1,0Shamal rolled :1,0 1d20+7 --> 1,0[ 1d20=11 ]12,0{18}
[21:25] <Kotono> The horse eats the carrot and looks pleased. The food goes down, it's wide old tail moving backa nd forth.
[21:28] * Shamal smiles to the horse as she continues stroking its neck, before she murmurs her spell, "... and so, the barriers of speech between human and animal slip aside, in Mielikki's name..." Her spell complete, she speaks more clearly. "Hello, what's your name?"
[21:29] <Kotono> "Charger..." The horse whinnies loudly, while meanwhile Berlioz sees no one out of the ordinary. "Oh! You can talk?"
[21:31] * Berlioz (assis_san@201.22.145.105.adsl.gvt.net.br) Quit (Ping timeout)
[21:31] <Shamal> "That's right, Charger," Shamal nods happily. "My name is Shamal - I'm a friend to animals," she explains. "I wanted to talk to you about your owner - his name is Winston, isn't it?"
[21:32] <Kotono> "My owner? It is." The horse makes a happy noise, licking at the carrot flavored hands of the druid.
[21:34] <Shamal> "I wonder, Charger, have you heard Winston talking about being given an important job by his King?" Shamal asks, gently leading the conversation.
[21:34] <Kotono> "HE talks about it to his friends. It's about...elves? Wood creatures."
[21:37] <Shamal> "Yes, that's right," Shamal nods, "Elves. They're like humans but with pointy ears, aren't they? Do you know what Winston wants to contact the elves for?"
[21:38] <Kotono> "It's something important...but I don't know. What's an emblem? He's waiting for that and for other things. There will be something with that human thing and more human things."
[21:39] <Shamal> "What other things?" Shamal presses, offering another flavoured carrot cube to the horse. "This is important, Charger - try to remember."
[21:40] <Kotono> roll 1d20
[21:40] <Reikobot> 1,0Kotono rolled :1,0 1d20 --> 1,0[ 1d20=17 ]12,0{17}
[21:40] <Kotono> "Oh!" The horse eats the carrot right up, "It's...what's a 'ma...magical...blue...print?'"
[21:43] <Shamal> "Oh, it's very important, Charger," the witch croons. "It's something that humans can use - it tells us how to make things. From carts to swords to stables - all of them are first imagined on blueprints before they get made in reality. A magical one must be really special! Did Winston ever say what he could do with the blueprint, Charger?"
[21:43] <Kotono> "No...Just that it was important!"
[21:45] <Shamal> "I see," Shamal nods gently. "So he's waiting for someone to come back with the emblem and the blueprints, yes? Do you remember the humans he sent away to find these things?"
[21:46] <Kotono> "No, I never saw them."
[21:48] <Shamal> "That's okay, Charger," Shamal smiles nicely as she strokes the horse's mane, offering up another carrot cube. "But did he talk about those humans at all? What they were like or where he found them?"
[21:49] <Kotono> "I...think so. That they were all working for the same person. The big, important person."
[21:50] <Shamal> "The big important person? Do you mean the king - the human who gave Winston his mission?" the blonde clarifies.
[21:50] <Kotono> "I think so!"
[21:52] <Shamal> "Interesting... and has Winston talked about when he expects the other humans to come back with the blueprints?"
[21:53] <Kotono> "He said that they'd be here at least a few days. He didn't seem to know exactly how long."
[21:54] <Shamal> "And did he ever say what their names were, Charger?" Shamal asks, both her questions and the spell now running out.
[21:55] <Kotono> roll 1d20
[21:55] <Reikobot> 1,0Kotono rolled :1,0 1d20 --> 1,0[ 1d20=17 ]12,0{17}
[21:56] <Kotono> "...I think one of them was...Nephaneal...?" You hear a winny after, the spell indeed running out.
[21:57] <Shamal> "Thank you, Charger," Shamal leans up and gently kisses Charger's head. "You've been very helpful," she adds gratefully, feeding her the rest of the carrot cubes before she goes to rejoin Berlioz.
[21:58] <Kotono> OOC - Since Berli is once again in peerland? Okay, what's everyone's thoughts now for planning and the like?
[21:59] <Shamal> OOC: I pass my information to the info-gathering specialists and defer to their judgement
[22:01] <Kotono> OOC: Cor? Ideas there, then>?
[22:03] <Seira> OOC: We need Disguise Self. Let's pool together to scribe it, then use it together to approach Winston.
[22:03] <Shamal> OOC: 3.5gp~!
[22:03] <Seira> OOC: We encompasses more than just us two~
[22:06] <Seira> roll 1d20+6 Disguise Self~
[22:06] <Reikobot> 1,0Seira rolled :1,0 1d20+6 1,0Disguise Self~ --> 1,0[ 1d20=20 ]12,0{26}
[22:23] * Berlioz (assis_san@201.47.166.17.adsl.gvt.net.br) has joined #dunes
[22:25] * ChanServ sets mode: +o Berlioz
[22:48] <Kotono> The sun shines down as you go to the inn. Liberty Point isn't too busy at this moment as the three head inside, and Lyselle is...OOC - Set up your apperances and where you are/ect. Get all the details you want in and note any preparations.
[22:50] * Seira shifts enough of her features around so that it would be difficult to connect her blonde elfin disguise to her regular appearance. A cloak covers her form and the bow she carries, its raised hood obscuring her face for the time being.
[22:52] * Lyselle waits in an alley across the street, clothed to cover most of her distinguishing features, and her long hair braided underneath her helmet. She stays out of sight mostly, waiting for a signal to go forward if necessary, but realkly hoping it never comes.
[22:53] <Shamal> Having previously cast Longstrider in case she needs to flee in a hurry, and Message so that she and Lyselle can communicate at a distance, Shamal is now wearing the appearance of a tall and willowy elf with striking red hair and apparently wearing a suit of incredibly fine mithril chainmail that flows around her as if it were silk.
[22:57] * Berlioz disguises self as Nephaneal, brutal scars running down his face and arms. He wears a ragged gray cloak himself, for the pretense of hiding the more horrifying wounds. Limping and using a cane to walk, he seems like a brutalized shell of a person, as if a god himself came down to earth in order to relentlessly scar a heathen.
[22:58] <Shamal> Walking into the tavern, Shamal idly brushes aside a lock of crimson hair, clearly displaying her sharply pointed ears. "Where is the one who employed you?" she asks 'Nephaneal'.
[22:58] <Kotono> So the group heads into the inn. Your target is on the second floor, just near the stairs up. Nothing remarkable at all as you head a long, though the elven Shamal gets a few glances and open gawks. "S-second floor," the clerk stares.
[22:59] <Kotono> OOC - Strike that last part, completely misread.
[22:59] <Kotono> So the group heads into the inn. Your target is on the second floor, just near the stairs up. Nothing remarkable at all as you head a long, though the elven Shamal gets a few glances and open gawks.
[23:05] * Berlioz thrudges through the stairs, in his best impression of a physically disabled shell of a person. As soon as he gets to the second floor, he murmurs something, preparing his voice. "Winston... I must speak to... Winston..."
[23:09] <Kotono> The second floor is a hallway with rooms branching off. As this is an inn, it's expected. You know the first door on the right holds your target, as you whisper in the hallway.
[23:12] * Berlioz knocks faintly on the first door on the right. You better hold up to this drama act, bard, he thought for a moment.
[23:13] <Kotono> The door quickly opens! One of the young aides is there, staring at Berlioz.
[23:17] * Berlioz takes the pendant off his pocket and pretends to collapse kneeling on the floor, making sure the emblem is quite visible to the aide.
[23:18] <Shamal> "Nephaneal!" Shamal gasps, moving to support the stricken man.
[23:18] * Seira watches impassively from behind the two.
[23:19] <Kotono> "What?!" The aide rushes forward as well, gasping as he views the emblem. "Winston!"
[23:19] <Kotono> You can hear a ruckus in the room, the door opened further. It's a large, very plain in room, the man in question coming to the door.
[23:20] <Kotono> "Nephanea-Oh ....oh by the..." His mouth hangs agape, shocked!
[23:23] <Seira> This strategy has worked once before, and may yet prove itself again, Seira muses, chanting quietly as she approaches. She lays a gloved hand on the fallen man, her hood falling and revealing her features, while her spell seeks out to ensnare Winston!
[23:24] <Kotono> OOC: DC?
[23:24] <Kotono> roll 1d20 + whateve,r need to check notes
[23:24] <Reikobot> 1,0Kotono rolled :1,0 1d20 1,0+ whateve,r need to check notes --> 1,0[ 1d20=14 ]12,0{14}
[23:25] <Kotono> ---Pause here---

[Corwin]

[20:17] <Dungeon_Kotono> Winston blinks slowly as fell magic corrupts his senses. "What in the naem of the Gods happened?!"
[20:18] <Seira> "He is the one?" Seira asks of Berlioz, ignoring Winston's question.
[20:19] * Berlioz breathes heavily, mustering his scarce strength to answer in a rough mutter. "Y-yes..."
[20:20] <Seira> "Hmm." Seira gives Winston a long, judging look. "I see."
[20:20] <Dungeon_Kotono> The servants and Winston alike hobble back, poleaxed and with gaping mouths wide open. "Tell me, what happened!"
[20:20] <Seira> "Out here, in the hallway?" she asks, raising an eyebrow mockingly.
[20:21] <Dungeon_Kotono> "Come in, come in!" He gestures quickly, standing back adn with the doorway open.
[20:21] * Seira moved inside with a fluid grace, head held high.
[20:22] <Shamal> "Your friends found themselves unprepared for the dangers surrounding our lands," Shamal notes as she helps Berlioz inside. "He was lucky we found him when we did, or none at all would have survived..."
[20:22] <Dungeon_Kotono> Inside is a very typical inn room. Nothing of note, just passable beds, a window, and a heavy table with what looks to be travel supplies and sacks on it.
[20:23] <Seira> "Pathetic." Seira snorts in derision. "Is that all humans amount to, prey to goblinkind?"
[20:24] <Dungeon_Kotono> "I don't...Goblins? Goblins did that to you, Nephaneal?" There is a note of raw shock, "A person chosen by His Majesty himself!"
[20:24] * Hotaru (dragomirst@225-52-77-204.sptc.mnscu.edu) has joined #dunes
[20:24] * ChanServ sets mode: +ao Hotaru Hotaru
[20:25] <Shamal> "There were a lot of them," Shamal offers diplomatically. "But yes, not really something our patrols don't handle routinely."
[20:25] <Seira> "Yes, well, let us move on, shall we?" Seira says in exaggerated boredom. "We're here to listen. So speak. Our time is short and valuable."
[20:26] <Dungeon_Kotono> "Yes." Winston sits heavily on one of the beds, head in his hands for a few moments. "Alright. What have you told them so far, Nephaneal?"
[20:29] <Seira> "Your deepest cordialness, gainful cooperation," Seira quotes in her feigned boredom. "And trusted aide? We do not negotiate with mere aides!" She snorts again, tossing her hair over her shoulder.
[20:32] <Dungeon_Kotono> "The situation and your current positions make direct contact a distinctly challenging issue," Winston smoothly goes on, shock quickly regulated to the side. "In short we propose a trade. The Sacred Blade 'Elysion' in exchange for the pair of Rings of Teleportation, as well as a standing agreement to trade elven wood for magical arts beneficial to both our countries."
[20:32] <Dungeon_Kotono> A pause after this, licking his lips, "Such a rare exchange would bring the best minds of our nations together, and cement good, prosperous relations."
[20:34] * Seira is silent for a moment, allowing her arrogant mask to slip just long enough to be noticed, before she gets it back up. "And what assurances do we have that you have the authority to offer such a trade?" she asks haughtily.
[20:34] <Shamal> "And how would you propose the exchange to occur?" Shamal adds. "No disrespect, but given the difficulty your messenger had even reaching our borders..."
[20:35] * Seira smirks in satisfaction at Shamal's words.
[20:36] <Dungeon_Kotono> Winston looks to his aides, one of which bows and goes to the sacks in the room. He roots around in it a time, coming out with a small sealed scroll. "Should you wish to ratify our intentions, His Majesty Ferdi has personally written to your people." This gets him to pause as the envelope is rought to him, "With those rings, travel between our places will become simplistic, amid other uses."
[20:37] <Seira> "I must personally review this missive before an affirmative answer could be given," Seira says after a moderate pause, her voice cautious, now.
[20:38] <Shamal> "And we ourselves do not hold sole authority when it comes to trading in such powerful artifacts," Shamal chimes in, "However, we will see to it that the message reaches our ruler who will respond as his Highness sees fit."
[20:39] <Seira> "Its authencity must be verified!" Seira snaps, turning to glare at Shamal. "You cannot believe their mere words!"
[20:40] <Dungeon_Kotono> "Very well." A nod of Winston's head, old, wrinkled hand extending out and passing the scroll over.
[20:41] <Shamal> "Peace, sister Almazia," Shamal replies soothingly, holding up her hand with her fingers splayed in some sort of elven salute she just made up. "I merely wished to prevent any misunderstandings from the humans."
[20:41] * Seira nods curtly, before accepting the scroll. She breaks the seal, and holds it open before her.
[20:42] <Shamal> roll 1d20+8 arcana
[20:42] * Hatbot --> "Shamal rolls 1d20+8 arcana and gets 25."12 [1d20=17]
[20:46] <Dungeon_Kotono> "To the High King of the Sun and his subjects, salutations. I pen this letter to assure you of Our missives and Our veracity. The Great and Eternal Empire of Malmuth only wishes for good, peaceful relations between our powers, so that both can prosper under the golden light of the Gods. Our offer is fair, just and beneficial, and We hope that you will agree." Below that is a fancy inlaid seal of an eagle over a lion, a seal of the Thro
[20:46] <Dungeon_Kotono>  a seal of the Throne of Malmuth. It's inlaid in some sort of gold leaf and quite pretty. "King Ferdi of Malmuth."
[20:47] * Seira makes the point of studying the seal and signature, before showing the scroll to Shamal. "What do you think, Sister?" she asks, not taking her eyes off the document.
[20:51] <Shamal> "Hmm... Of course I cannot speak for his Highness, but I have heard of this sword they wish to trade. It is a powerful weapon, though I am unsure if it would be so well received by our people." She blows out a long breath, "Regardless, the offer seems genuine... though I am mystified as to why Malmuth's representative would be residing in one of its rogue provinces?" she glances up at Winston speculatively, there.
[20:54] <Seira> "We did not come with the rings," Seira adds, picking up on Shamal's words. She stares at Winston, cocking her head. "Were you foolish enough to bring the sword along into your enemy's den?"
[20:54] <Dungeon_Kotono> "The difficulties on our borders make this regretable situation the most preferable for contact at this current time." He goes on smooth as a whistle, "Sending one this way around was deemed as less hazardous than dealing with trolls and orckind. Of course not," he waves his hand, "Any trade will take place on a very safe ground to be negotiated."
[20:55] <Dungeon_Kotono> "Even if goblins prove to be bothersome," A look to Nephaneal, shock, disgust, anger and sadness flickering on his face before a diplomat's smile takes over, "They are ten times better than trolls. Even if it seems our choice of messenger was mistaken."
[20:55] <Seira> "Name the place," Seira states firmly. "We will pick the time. There, our answer would be delivered."
[20:59] <Dungeon_Kotono> "Valandia will do." A pause as he thinks, "It is close to your borders so you should be able to come with sufficient aid if you wish, yet not leave us vulnerable, either. Acceptable?"
[21:00] * Seira appears to consider this seriously, as she mentally checks against her map of the area and the time it would take her to reach that place both from the elven court and from Balmuria.
[21:01] <Dungeon_Kotono> "Nephaneal, do yous till have the emblem?" he inquires a few moments later. "It will be shown to the border guard to ensure safe passage."
[21:04] * Seira presses her index finger to her lips. "Six weeks' time," she says at last. "Your King should have no reason to object to this time table." Seira grimaces, then, her hand tightening around the scroll. "I do not plan to recommend the Court to deal with humans, but I will present all the facts faithfully. Your missive would get through. May this candor be reciprocated."
[21:05] <Dungeon_Kotono> "Likewise," Winston stands, a formal bow to the elf. "Until that day."
[21:06] * Seira returns the bow curtly.
[21:08] <Dungeon_Kotono> "Nephaneal?" Winston repeats after that finishes.
[21:08] * Shamal likewise bows, a bit more relaxed than her companion. "Give the man the emblem, Nephaneal," she gives the scarred man a pleasant look that only barely covers a flinty expression of command. "You won't need it now, after all."
[21:08] * Berlioz grunts with difficulty, leaving the emblem weakly over Winston's feet. "... here..."
[21:10] <Dungeon_Kotono> The emblem is taken, old Winston grunting with effort to get it. "Your services are done. We'll return you to His Majesty for his judgment on your use now."
[21:11] * Seira turns to leave, asking over her shoulder, "Coming, Sister?"
[21:12] <Shamal> "I would not expect Nephaneal back in Malmuth for some time - he owes us much for the..." a brief flicker of pain flashes over her expression before being masked, "Difficulties, endured in rescuing him. Until that day, he will be cared for by us." Taking a deep breath, she nods to Seira. "Come along, Nephaneal. We have a long journey ahead of us."
[21:13] <Seira> "You still wish to keep that failure around as a pet?" Seira asks in disgust.
[21:13] <Dungeon_Kotono> Winston pauses, but nods his head in assent. "Very well, he is likely of little use to us now regardless."
[21:13] * Seira tosses her hair angrily and storms out of the room.
[21:13] * Shamal sighs at Seira. "It is a matter of honour, sister. Let us speak of it no more." And with that she follows in departing.
[21:13] * Berlioz grunts and limps, following Shamal.
[21:14] <Dungeon_Kotono> So the three escape the room, out and into the hall, and beyond if they wish.
[21:14] * Shamal makes haste out of the inn, her magically enhanced footsteps soon letting her catch up with Seira as they flee before the disguise spell wears off.
[21:15] <Seira> Certain in the knowledge that Lyselle is backing them up, Seira aims to make as much distance between the inn and them before sneaking off into an alley where they would not be seen.
[21:17] * Berlioz scurries off alongside the fellow tricksters, blinking and sighing a bit in relief.
[21:17] * Shamal keeps an eye out for anyone appearing to tail them, a spell ready to throw off any pursuit once they divert into an alley if necessary.
[21:22] <Dungeon_Kotono> OOC - Spot check Shamal.
[21:22] <Seira> roll 1d20+3 I'm always spotting, too~
[21:22] * Hatbot --> "Seira rolls 1d20+3 I'm always spotting, too~ and gets 20."12 [1d20=17]
[21:22] * Lyselle keeps an eye out from her alley, watching her friends leave, huddled down in shadow and waiting.
[21:22] <Shamal> roll 1d20+7
[21:22] * Hatbot --> "Shamal rolls 1d20+7 and gets 15."12 [1d20=8]
[21:23] <Dungeon_Kotono> OOC - Spot check as well, Lyselle. +4 circumstancial bonsu since you've been watching awhile so you know which way is which in this.
[21:23] <Lyselle> roll 1d20+5
[21:23] * Hatbot --> "Lyselle rolls 1d20+5 and gets 11."12 [1d20=6]
[21:25] <Dungeon_Kotono> So the party flees to an alley a good ways away, seemingly safe and sound!
[21:26] * Seira uses that first chance to observe the scroll, herself and her companions with her magical sight, just to be on the safe side from any traps.
[21:26] <Dungeon_Kotono> The scroll is not magical.
[21:28] * Seira gives Shamal and Berlioz a genuine smile. "Success!" she proclaims quietly, her eyes twinkling happily.
[21:28] * Berlioz rubs temples, letting out a snide snicker. "Well, that was an amusing endeavor."
[21:28] <Shamal> "Just in case anyone's following," Shamal whispers to her companions, "I'll put up a fog bank - when it does, dispel your disguises and then head out the other end of the alley?"
[21:29] <Seira> "We'll meet back at the barracks?" Seira suggests.
[21:29] * Berlioz nods blankly. "I guess so. Splitting up wouldn't be a bad idea after this little drama show."
[21:30] <Shamal> "We don't have to split up," Shamal shakes her head, "This is just to let us drop the disguises without being seen." With that in mind, she glances down both ends of the alley to make sure no one's peeking down them.
[21:30] <Seira> "Actual proof, and the possibility to keep up the charade...." Seira shakes her head in disbelief. "The Commander would be so proud!"
[21:32] <Dungeon_Kotono> Shamal doesn't see anyone, just a few passerby not paying attention. Pretty typical.
[21:33] * Berlioz shakes his head condescendingly as Seira squeals. While this was a nice accomplishment, her excitability was entertaining, to say the least. But... oh, well.
[21:34] * Shamal holds up her hands overhead, briefly incanting, "Fog and vapour, gather at my call... bring down the mist of the dawn!" And with that, the alley is suddenly choked with fog, preventing anyone from seeing anything. Luckily Shamal knows where she's going, so she simply dispels her digsuise and starts walking down towards the other end of the alley.
[21:35] <Seira> Seira's elfin features melt away, replaced by her regular figure, and she follows Shamal out of the alley. A snap of her wrist detached her cloak, and she twirls it, twisting the cloth around. In a smooth motion, Seira is cloaked once more, only in a deep purple garment.
[21:38] <Dungeon_Kotono> So the party slips away in a sudden fogbank! While people complain about the randomness of sea weather, they slip back to base. Soon enough Commander Oberuth is with them, watching training cadets spar in an open yard. It's a very dusty and battle sweated place, one that each person here has done time in themselves. It's wide open and broad, a few sturdy chairs for watchers. The commander fills one, looking up as you approach. "Well?"
[21:40] * Berlioz steps forth, providing with a formal greeting. "We have found... rather interesting things, Commander. And interesting proof of such, as well."
[21:44] <Dungeon_Kotono> The commander glances around a few times, and sees sufficient, relative solitude. "Go on, at ease and tell me what happened."
[21:45] * Seira looks unusually animated, though manages to keep her excitement down for the most part.
[21:46] * Berlioz takes off his pocket the scroll that the party obtained from duping the merchant. "We got confirmation on Malmuth's intentions regarding the elven kingdom, as this shows. It is a letter from King Ferdi, with his signature and Malmuth's symbolic seal engraved within."
[21:48] <Dungeon_Kotono> "Well now! Thisg ets interesting. So what are they up to exactly?" As sparring practice rages well behind you, your commander looks animated, interested, red faced and waiting.
[21:50] <Berlioz> "It seems they are interested in establishing trade of rare artifacts, elven wood and general arcane knowledge with the elven kingdom. The initial sealing deal would be trading the sacred blade Elysion for Rings of Teleportation, which I'd assume would be for easier navigation between Malmuth and the elven lands."
[21:52] <Dungeon_Kotono> "...yes, that would be bothersome," The Commander stands, scowling. "Bastards! Being able to move where they wish would make spying far easier, not to mention other less savory things. Alright, give me the scroll. I need to pass this up the chain, I think."
[21:53] * Berlioz hands the scroll to Oberuth quickly, blankly observing his expressions. "Here you go."
[21:54] <Seira> "Sir," Seira speaks up. "We have set up a second meeting with the Malmuth representative, where we promised to reveal our final answer to their proposal. It is set for six weeks from now in Valandia. What would you like to see done about it? We could refuse further contact, or attempt to create discord between the two sides, just to name two possibilities."
[21:55] <Dungeon_Kotono> "Good, make a through writeup since this one will go up a good ways. Excellent work." A nod to each, "Go ahead now, I need to send some-hm? Well now! That is indeed a golden..har! For the moment, nothing. We have six weeks, which is plenty of time to think. This gets into matters were we must be careful, for it could lead to an incident or even war if we were found out and exposed."
[21:57] * Seira nods at the Commander. "Of course, Sir," she agrees, following with, "May I ask whether men would be assigned to watch the inn where Winston resides?"
[21:58] <Dungeon_Kotono> "Discretly, but yes. We'll keep an eye on him as long as he's in town. Just in case." As he heads towards the gates into the garrison proper, "Interested in the duty?"
[21:59] <Seira> "Our chances to be recognized would grow, especially if they have the misfortune of hearing us speak," Seira responds with a slight frown.
[22:01] <Dungeon_Kotono> "Fine," The commander heads inside, "In that case, rest up for now. I'll send word back to all of you when matters are decided on."
[22:02] <Berlioz> "I will prepare a written report on this mission in the meantime, sir. This is quite a situation we have in hands, and a record would suit us well."