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LOCATION : Trolanport DATE/TIME : ??? WHO : THC "So, what now?" Invidia asks everyone.

LOCATION : Trolanport DATE/TIME : ??? WHO : THC Veger looks to invidia and says "what do you mean?"

LOCATION : Trolanport DATE/TIME : ??? WHO : THC Dysmas pressed his finger to his lobes, "Maybe we should hit the beach tomorrow morning. What do you guys think?"

LOCATION : Trolanport DATE/TIME : ??? WHO : THC "Sounds like a plan, Dysmas," Invidia replies. He lounges in a comfy sofa that they bought for their new Trolanport base of operations. "Want a snack?" he asks as he gets up.

LOCATION : Trolanport DATE/TIME : ??? WHO : THC Dysmas plumps down on the coach as well and stretches like a cat. "Yes please. What are you thinking of cooking up? Also you wanna commision someone to make a few paintings of us while we're all dressed up and fancy - like those noble portraits? It'd be the bees knees."

LOCATION : Trolanport DATE/TIME : ??? WHO : THC Cook's Utensil Roll: 32 "Sure," Invidia says while beginning the meal prep. "I'll make something easy, like a basic chicken curry."  The oil heats up in the mithral skillet. The rice is shoveled into a large saucepan. "The painting idea sounds fun," he continues, "I could dust off my formal robes to show off a little." 

LOCATION : Trolanport DATE/TIME : ??? WHO : THC Dysmas picks at his UnderPark(TM) T-shirt. "I miss my old clothes. I had to steal them from one of the best tailors in Dura, and  sneak it in and out of the laundromat every week. Maybe now I should purchase a similar pair here, ... and perhaps some noble clothes as well. Infact..."  He reached into his pocket and pulled out a fancy brochure with the words Tarkelby & Timbers Tailors , opening and displaying it to the chef.  "This guy looks like he got his knees up..."  "or how about this one? He looks like he's packing. A bit nobbish though." "This one looks pretty sexy..." " " Or maybe this? Looks the most noble-like." "You've rubbed shoulders with the high and mighty Invidia. Which do you think is the best fit?"

LOCATION : Trolanport DATE/TIME : ??? WHO : THC Invidia squints at the magazine from the kitchen. The smell of chicken curry wafts through the domicile. "Go with the fourth one. It looks the most regal," he finally says. The wizard dips a spoon into the curry and has a taste. "Needs more salt," he mutters.  Turning back to Dysmas, he conjures an image of himself in formal robes on the wall, placed like a portrait. The illusion shimmers into place, and a few seconds later, it's as if it had been there the entire time. "This is what I'm thinking for mine."

LOCATION : Trolanport DATE/TIME : ??? WHO : THC Dysmas whistled.  "That looks really ominous." he grinned at the wizard. "Cool!"  "So... Invidia, what are your parents like? I remember you mentioning that they were retainers of Korths nobles. My guess is scholars. OR maybe they're salt of the earth people who raised the man who would be the worlds best chef." 

LOCATION : Trolanport DATE/TIME : ??? WHO : THC "Well," Invidia replies, dropping the illusion, "our family is historically tied to the lineage of Lord Ossus. My great-grandmother—a real hardass—on my mother's side was an adventurer who traveled with Lord Ossus during the first expedition to the Shadow Marches. The end result of that journey was the creation of the speaking stones—I'm sure you know what those are." Steam wafts out of the saucepan as the fluffy rice is uncovered. "Food's ready, by the way," Invidia says as he prepares the table.   "Where was I?" he wonders out loud. "Oh right. So Lord Ossus—they called him Merrick back then—decided to open up his estate to the people he traveled with, and my family took him up on his offer. My parents mostly watch his shops and make sure that his reagents are always stocked up. You know, things that summoned servants can't do. It's a pretty simple job in name, but it's surprisingly difficult to get access to some of the rarer ingredients that Lord Ossus likes to use. In their free time, they do whatever else they like to do, really."  Invidia sits down and takes a moment to slather his plate of rice in chicken curry.  "They used to be adventurers too, of a sort. Did business with a bunch of Houses and facilitated a bunch of the transactions when things weren't as bad. Still dangerous though. That's actually how my parents met. Mom was a translator trying to resolve a serious matter regarding a shipment of dragonshards at Irontown between the dwarves and the Karrn, while dad was a House Medani inquisitor trying to get to the bottom of things his own way. Anyway, love at first skirmish, and all that." "Grandmother was pissed when mom brought dad back!" Invidia says through bites of food. "Something about diluting the bloodline of the first-born. She got even more pissed when I turned out not to be a girl. When she saw my face, she got over it though. Apparently I look really similar to my great-grandmother. Something about how plain I look."  "Still not sure if that was a compliment or insult," he mutters. "Anyway, what are your stories?"  

LOCATION : Trolanport DATE/TIME : ??? WHO : THC Veger looks at the Magazine Dysmas pulled out and says "None look fit for combat, expect the one with giant blades on his wrist, but you dont have those so thats no good, why not learn to wear heavier armor, make it better for you in combat, and if a noble doesnt like you, you are prepared for the worse" Veger knocks on his mitral plate mail chest, after hearing Invidia say foods done Veger takes a seat at the table and begins to eat the prepared food while listening in to Invidia, Veger chuckles at the "Love at first skirmish" and thinks "It be nice to find a woman like that, someone who can hold her own even against the toughest of enemies" Veger continues to finish his food and then looks to Invidia "What story would you want to hear?"

LOCATION : Trolanport DATE/TIME : ??? WHO : THC "Hmm, how about your lineage? I don't know much about the history of you or your family," Invidia says.

LOCATION : Trolanport DATE/TIME : ??? WHO : THC "Lineage?" Veger thinks for a moment then says "There's not much to it, my father was a miner and his father before him, mother stayed home mostly going out every now and again to get or gather food and/ or supplys, both were good hearted people" pauses for a moment "They were strong, and when they gave birth to me, imagine there surprise when such a weak looking child was born" Veger being to space out and then snaps back to the conversation *cough* "But they still loved me just as any parent would, growing up was harder then most, but that never stopped me from wanting to be stronger to protect those precious to me or those weaker who could not defend themselves" Veger smiles taking a glance at his shield and continues "then there was talk that a special boot camp was happening to see who would be tough enough to become one of Bellavantor dragon knight, no one thought i would survive the camp, not even my own parents, and its not that i didn't understand there concerns its just if there's a chance to prove myself then ill take that chance, regardless of the risk, then after many months i was chosen, then after training, protecting, and being with Bellevantor for about 200 years he saw that it was time for me to venture out to the surface to increase his horde of magic items, and after about a year of digging and such i meet Long tongue, Buchanon, Old Man, Lucian, Theltar,Useless dark skin, Backp... Dysmas that day and from then i made sure to protect them if i can, and what a journey it has been till now" Veger looks at Invidia  "I think thats about it for the most part anyway"

LOCATION : Trolanport DATE/TIME : ??? WHO : THC "Two hundred years?" Invidia lets out a low whistle. "I guess nothing really ever happens in Khyber. What did you even do as a dragon knight for two hundred years?"

LOCATION : Trolanport DATE/TIME : ??? WHO : THC Veger thinks for a second then says "Mostly train, having a shield as your only source of attack and defense was not easy to accomplish, and being born weak from the start i had to train my body to be able to handle the dragon power rushing thru my body, being able to control it and utilizing it in battle, of course there were the swarm of Orcs that attacked the camp at one point, thats where i got this eye from" Veger pulls out a Orc eye in a small jar "Since it was my first battle as a official dragon knight, I kept it as a trophy, and of course i every now and again go check on my parents, with masters permission, then once they passed and master felt i was strong enough sent me on my way" Veger takes out the rust monster and feeds it a dagger

LOCATION : Trolanport DATE/TIME : ??? WHO : THC "So your longevity isn't normal for deep gnomes?" Invidia asks. "What happens if you or one of the other knights are released from service?" He takes a bite from his meal. "Also, if you have any other questions for me, feel free."

LOCATION : Trolanport DATE/TIME : ??? WHO : THC "Its some what normal, for the most part, once i gain more control over the dragon power bestowed to me i will live for as long as my master lives, and once he passes my life will continue as normal till i pass as well" at the next question Veger ponders for a moment "I dont know, let me ask Master" Veger trys to connect to his master telepathically "Master what happens if one your dragon knights dies or if they cant be a dragon knight anymore?" then Veger says to Invidia "You seem to cook a lot and seem to enough it, why is that?"

LOCATION : Trolanport DATE/TIME : ??? WHO : THC Invidia sips his drink before replying. "Well, I used to work at a small restaurant back when I attended secondary school. A senior lecturer at the Twelve —that's a prestigious mage enclave—enjoyed the restaurant's food, and apparently took a shine to me. She, with some pressure from Lord Ossus, strong-armed the academy into allowing me as a student. You see, it's usually not allowed for us 'common folk' to enter into the Tower . It's reserved for the dragonmarked, and not the regular ones, either." He pauses for a moment. "Anyway, I continued to cook throughout my time there. It was in some sense a coping mechanism. I had never really been exposed to the cold-hearted nature of House politics or any of that kind of thing. Making food kept me... grounded. Most practitioners have their own quirk that keeps them tethered. Some people end up diving into their studies and end up never coming out. For me, well, everyone has to eat, right? From the mightiest warlord to the tiniest rat. Anyway, I'll stop there, unless you want me to keep going." "You mentioned asking Bellevantor something earlier," Invidia queries, "Do you have some sort of telepathic bond with him? How strong is it? Does it last between planes? I wonder if it's similar to the mechanism behind the sending stones."

LOCATION : Trolanport DATE/TIME : ??? WHO : THC " If you wish to continue ill listen, but if not then thats fine to" Veger pets the rust monster a bit and answers Invidia "Yes all of the dragon knights to Bellevantor are connected telepathically to him and some what to each other, and as long as nothing that can interfere with psionic ability's then i should have a connection with Master, between planes that i do not know since it has not happen, and what are this sending stones?"

LOCATION : Trolanport DATE/TIME : ??? WHO : THC "Sending stones are tools used by House Sivis that are able of near-instantaneous transmission of messages," Invidia recites as if from memory. "Quite powerful, but still clunky in the time that they've been around. Of course, the fact that Sivis has a stranglehold on them doesn't help innovation one bit, either."  Invidia gets up and heads to the kitchen. "Seems like everyone's still hungry. I'll make some more food."

LOCATION : Trolanport DATE/TIME : ??? WHO : THC "Hmmm interesting" Veger strokes his beard "what are your thoughts on Dark cloak?" Veger points to Rhain 

LOCATION : Trolanport DATE/TIME : ??? WHO : THC "Oh, Rhain?" Invidia looks out from the kitchen. "He's alright I suppose. Do you ever take off that mask? I get the feeling it's easier to blend in without one." "No real opinions though," he continues as he fires up the stove. "Seems like a capable fighter. Very happy to make his acquaintance. We do need someone that can find their way around a place." 

LOCATION : Trolanport DATE/TIME : ??? WHO : THC "he seems ok in a fight" Veger looks menacingly at Rhain "And you dark cloak you may have been under the influence of magic but you still attack my Comrade Lucian  so if you ever do anything to cause him harm i will end you where you stand" 

LOCATION : Trolanport DATE/TIME : ??? WHO : THC "Well," Invidia says, interrupting the silence. "What else would you all like to eat?"

LOCATION : Trolanport DATE/TIME : ??? WHO : THC Veger looks to invidia and thinks "Something with mushrooms would be nice"

LOCATION : Trolanport DATE/TIME : ??? WHO : THC Cook's Utensils: 37 (NATURAL 20) Invidia thinks for a moment. "Okay, I think I've got it," he says. He takes some time to make two dishes. The first is more butter chicken and garlic naan. Everyone seemed to have enjoyed that significantly. The second is skirt steak with mushroom-cream pan sauce. Definitely different, and probably at odds with one another, but delicious enough that no one would care. He was more contemplative in making food this time.  "Here you go everyone," Invidia says after some time, delivering the plates one by one.   The food slightly glows, for some reason. Invidia also takes this break from cooking to resummon his familiar. The corvid squawks in greeting as it appears.  "Hello Bartleby," Invidia chuckles as the crow preens. "It's been some time, no?" He turns back to the others. "Everyone, this is Bartleby. He's a small fiend that I summoned from Baator back in the day. A pride spirit. Initially, I wanted a familiar to test my food. You would think that a slothier fiend would be better, but it turns out that they'll eat just about anything. Pride fiends, on the other hand, actually care about what they eat." The bird chirps in affirmation before continuing to preen.

LOCATION : Trolanport DATE/TIME : ??? WHO : THC "Well Veger, when i'm amongst nobles I'd think i'd wear leather armor as if it were a vest, maybe a tie or one those fancy neck things underneath with some nice clothes. This last one seems the most practical - I could hide a lot in that coat, y'know blades in the seams and what not." He glanced up and saw Invidia bringing over another plate of food.  Rice stuffed in his mouth Dysmas proceeded to wrap a loaf of garlic naan around a mushroom drizzled slice of steak and pieces of butter chicken, and scarfed it down. "Ow mai gaah dis fowd is..." he said mid-chew, and swallowed " ...is divine. Why have you done this to me Invidia? I'm never going to have food as good as yours again in my life, ever.  Its amazing. My mum used to make chicken butter and naan and, well, heaven bless her soul" he gestured to the sky "You're food is better." He licked a trickle running down his arm. "Hello Bartel- wait did you say fiend? Aren't fiends fancy-speak for demons? You have a demon crow?!"

LOCATION : Trolanport DATE/TIME : ??? WHO : THC "Hmm?" Invidia says as he shovels food onto his plate. "Yes, Bartleby is a minor fiend. The monsters you're thinking of are what he would be in a few hundred years, provided he isn't eaten by one of the other residents of Baator in the meantime."

LOCATION : Trolanport DATE/TIME : ??? WHO : THC "So... Baator is another name for Khyber?" Dysmas said, popping mushrooms into his mouth "And everytime you dismiss him Bartelby has to return to there and fend for his life?"

LOCATION : Trolanport DATE/TIME : ??? WHO : THC "No," Invidia shakes his head. "Baator is one of the planes of Siberys. And he kinda wanders around on this plane as a spirit until I call him back."

LOCATION : Trolanport DATE/TIME : ??? WHO : THC "I thought Siberys was the good dragon. Why is a demon world in Siberys?"  He shook his head. "Cosmology is really... confusing." 

LOCATION : Trolanport DATE/TIME : ??? WHO : THC "The Dragons are less real things and more of a frame of reference," Invidia says. "The planes are just whatever coalesced out of their decrepit bodies, if you believe the myths."

LOCATION : Trolanport DATE/TIME : ??? WHO : THC The thief shrugged. "I don't know Invidia. After everything we've seen I don't know whats myth or fact anymore. Magic is so open. Anything could happen. Anything. That terrifies me."  "But enough of that, my turn! Family story time! My family owns, or owned (I'm not so certain now) a tavern named the  Odd Hornet, my dad was an amateur wine-connoisseur and my mum a bard - well a harpist to be exact." His voice dipped for a moment. "But I already told y'all about this earlier. Well except you Invidia. OH!" he snapped his fingers "I remember. Mum used to be nobility, I think. She gave up her real last name and took up Palmer during her adventuring days. Did I mention that my parents were both adventurers? Dad used to be a charlatan before that, pretending to be a priest of the Silver Flame and ... well he fooled a lot of good people. Salt of the earth kinda people. And his foster-sister was a tiefling, believe or not. Named Paz. She went feral, we think, cause one day dad and her did an exorcism job on a manor in western Cyre. Fought and killed a vampire. But after that, she went missing and he spent the next decade looking for her. Never could find her - but he did find my mum."  

LOCATION : Trolanport DATE/TIME : ??? WHO : THC "That's sweet," Invidia replies, cutting into his steak and taking a bite. "Are they both from Sharn?"

LOCATION : Trolanport DATE/TIME : ??? WHO : THC "No I don't think so." Dysmas says, scratching his chin "I think my father is, or was, from Thrane. He was raised in Church of the Silver Flame orphanage before he broke out and joined the circus. You said your dad was an Inquisitive? That's pretty cool. Got any stories?"

LOCATION : Trolanport DATE/TIME : ??? WHO : THC "A few, but not many," Invidia replies a grin. "I won't be able to do them justice, however. Nowadays, he mostly gets called in to do specialty work. Well, before the displacement, anyway. He had a few assignments from Thronehold itself, back before the war kicked off." He watches Bartleby pick at a piece of meat.  "So what's with that dragonmark? How'd that happen?"

LOCATION : Trolanport DATE/TIME : ??? WHO : THC Dysmas placed his plate down and brushed the sauce off on a ragged piece of clothe.  " So that's what its called? We met this shadow mage down in the under-dark who told me it was linked to the draconic prophecy and that only Lucian could read it - which I should have him do now - but yeah, besides that I know less about it than even you." He arose from his seat and sat next to Invidia, and whispered in a low tone. "Look with that crazy gnome around and the gloom-stalker I'm not certain I should openly talk about this ... but you're the smartest person in the group with the biggest chance of helping me understand this thing. I trust you. So like I said, day before I was supposed to get inducted into the guild as Kali's apprentice I went out for a few drinks at a place called  Hells Lobby and I had a few too many drinks I think. Next day I woke upstairs on the bed with this on my back. I thought maybe it was a prank or something but, I don't know, it couldn't have been cause everyone afterwards..." He glanced around looking for unwelcome listeners. If there were none he would proceed. If not he would wait till the two were alone and then speak to Invidia. "I'm assuming you'll let me use your quill and paper right?" He did just that, began scribbling on the paper and held it to Invidias vision. It read 'Tried to Kill me. Price on my head. Dont tell the bounty hunter or the gnome.'   Once he was sure Invidia had seen it, he walked over to the fire and tossed it in.  "Besides all that I've made little progress finding out what the mark means. But something happened in the field outside of the Sapphire City. I was bandaging people up, left and right - Orcs, Drow, Svirfneblin and Dwarves - it was like Zen, so much so that I almost didn't notice the glowing cat following me around healing people as well. Like it was made of light itself. I felt a connection to it. Infact I feel it now, on my skin, like a stone on a warm summers day. I can bear it but ... I dont know. Sometimes it gets really hot. Words cant explain it but, maybe this can."  He closed his eyes and began whispering words he didn't understand.  Before their feet the cat emerged, meowing, rubbing up against Invidia's feet.  "Meet The Good King Wumpus"

LOCATION : Trolanport DATE/TIME : ??? WHO : THC "Dysmas," Invidia replies with unnatural calm, "please get that thing away from me. Your mark isn't a house mark, is it?"

LOCATION : Trolanport DATE/TIME : ??? WHO : THC "His name is Wumpus" he said patting his lap "Here Wumpus. House mark? I don't know what the house marks are supposed to look like. And well, I have two marks. One on my back" he said reaching over his shoulder "and one on my front." He said patting his chest. "It must have grown. Why do you ask? And why are you so tense? Is there something I should know?"

"Well," Invidia says, "One of tne of the truths scholars have unpacked with dragonmarks is that the true marks are inherently constructive, while aberrant marks-every single one-have destructive properties. Now please unsummom that thing. I don't want to die from the plague."

LOCATION : Trolanport DATE/TIME : ??? WHO : THC "Huh, so I could be part of the dragonmarked houses. Jolasco is the healing one right? Cause Wumpus here can heal people. And dont worry its not going to give you the plague. But fine I'll ask Wumpus to leave"  He reached down and patted the apparation on the head, before whispering a few words. The cat evaporated.  "It's so cool that I can do magic now. This damn mark is finally paying off in some way." "So help me research my mark at the Korranberg library?"

"No," Invidia says firmly. "That is not what a House Jorasco mark looks like. Your powers are destructive. Keep it unsummoned before what we find out what it does the hard way."

LOCATION : Trolanport DATE/TIME : ??? WHO : THC "I unsummoned the cat, man." He said raising an eyebrow "Calm down. Its not destructive. We saved peoples lives out there. Its the exact opposite of destructive. It literally saved lives." He sat down next to Invidia and looked him in the eyes. "I'd never harm any of you, you know that right? Now for heavens sake don't be so loud about it."

LOCATION : Trolanport DATE/TIME : ??? WHO : THC Rhain raises a single eyebrow guessing that this dark cloak thing is going to be a new nickname for him on top of Death's Shadow.  It didn't really bother him one way or another.  Just another name to get used to.  Dark Cloak is just a simple and unimaginative name yet accurate to his attire he thought to himself.  His face cover was down making his face visible as a smirk crept across it and then responded to Veger. "I have basically watched as you slept as well as Lucian and the rest of the party back when we were still in the dark before getting to the city here.  If I wanted to harm Lucien since my mind has been under my own power I would have done it by now.  I haven't...because I am a man of my word and I gave my word to Lucien to travel with you all to end the Lampurges for what they have done and he gave me his word that I can trust The Horizon Company to be my allies and have my back.  Now while you puffing your chest up and acting tough towards me in defense of your *comrade* is cute n all...its unnecessary.  You wouldn't want to go and make your *comrade* Lucien a liar by not being an ally I can trust to have my back now would you?"   Rhain chuckled a little as he continued smirking towards Veger before turning his attention to the wonderful smelling food.  Been a long time since he ate food that smelt this good let alone how it would likely taste.  "Thank you Invidia for the wonderful smelling food."  He takes a bite of his food and savors it a moment before speaking again.  "Quite a fantastic talent you have for the culinary arts it seems.  It tastes as wonderful as it smells." While Rhain ate he listened carefully to the whispered conversation Dysmas began sharing with Invidia granted not hearing every word as the food was so good it was actually distracting him a hair.  He did catch the bit about waking up with *this* on my back and the couldn't be a prank because everyone afterwards bit that Dysmas said.  Rhain was curious of what the blank to be filled in was but as per the distrust given Rhain made sure he was a good distance away.  Out of ear shot as he watched from the proper angle Dysmas's lips but Dysmas said nothing and instead wrote down what was likely the blank to be filled and threw it into the fire.  Rhain's eyes peered more intently as that only made him more curious since he is travelling with these people. The open conversation Dysmas continued with Invidia afterwards gave suggestions to what the missing words may have been.  Me being a bounty hunter or the gnome looking for a pay day.  Interesting enough that someone might be paying for something Dysmas knows, has, or possibly Dysmas himself.  Rhain thought to himself that he should check in with his sources and see if there is any sort of bounty tied to Dysmas' name for something...but more for curiousity and self preservation purposes than anything.  As he would not be taking any jobs that would risk him getting his justified vengeance on the Lampurges.  So no matter what the bounty might be Rhain wouldn't take it.  Least not till after the Lampurges have been taken care of. Rhain upon finishing his meal walked over to Invidia, "Thank you again for the superb food.  I think I found what will be the most enjoyable thing about travelling with you all here."  He nods his head in respect to Invidia.  Then as Rhain turned to walk away he lightly touched Dysmas' shoulder and whispers quietly to Dysmas that they should talk sometime.  Then returning to his spot to rest.  (( The way the light hit Rhain's face under the hood as he whispered to Dysmas may have revealed his elven ears beneath his hood if Dysmas was looking keenly enough at the moment at that close a proximity with lighting. ))

LOCATION : Trolanport DATE/TIME : ??? WHO : THC As he sat down on the chair Rhain spoke over his shoulder. "Thank you again for the superb food. I think I found what will be the most enjoyable thing about travelling with you all here." Then a cold whisper in the ear. It was about time, he thought, that he had a private word with the bounty hunter.  “Give me a moment,” he told Invidia and arose from his chair, and walked towards the door. As he did he glanced at Rhain, and for a moment the he turned his head showering in enough candle light that he could see the tapered top of his ears. An elf.     He stood upon the threshold and glanced at Rhain, then at the empty alleyway, as if to say  Outside now? And then he lit his lantern and stood in the alleyway, despite the presence of everbright stones lodge in the byways.

LOCATION : Trolanport DATE/TIME : ??? WHO : THC "You're welcome, Rhain," Invidia replies. 

LOCATION : Trolanport DATE/TIME : ??? WHO : THC "Dysmas," Invidia says, "Most people with such marks don't try and intentionally harm people. It just happens as a side effect. You're from Sharn—you should know the legend of the Lady of Plague."

LOCATION : Trolanport DATE/TIME : ??? WHO : THC Rhain saw the silent suggestion to step outside by Dysmas and waited a brief moment.  Then pulled his hood over a little more and wrapping his face cover back over before stepping outside.  The light from the lantern instantly caught the corner of his eyes.  He walked over and into the alleyway that Dysmas stood in.  Standing across from Dysmas and leaning his back against the nearby wall casually.  Rhain's gaze obscured by his hood due to his head being tipped forward slightly.  Where his hidden eyes were trained was on Dysmas's torso and arms.  He didn't think Dysmas an assassin but he learned long ago its always good to watch yourself and if you know where the torso and arms are then you know what the person's actions will be.  He spoke quietly enough that no one but Dysmas and himself would be able to hear the conversation. "Would you like to go first or should I?  I am guessing I am not the only one with questions here."

LOCATION : Trolanport DATE/TIME : ??? WHO : THC "It is the right of the summoned to speak first" Dysmas said, in a low whisper. "You wouldn't happen to be trained as a thief would you?"