The blue eyes light up at the offer of a free drink, "Ale, dwarven if thee have it, and thanks." After a pause, "My trade... Well, probably not too useful in a tavern. Diplomacy, lore and conundrums, a pathetic bit of martial training. Come to think of it, my attempts at diplomacy hav...

Of course, thee'd lead me here... the seer's feet receive a scathing glance, then a wry smirk. Following Korrigan inside, there is a nervous clearing of throat, then, "Is there any work to be had in exchange for some liquid spirit?" comes the hopeful inquiry. A good draught always seemed ...

The young seer turns sharply towards the tower; for a moment the beauty of the sound ringing from it is entrancing. Then as it fades, the inner doubts twist the echoes into a judgement toll in the youth's mind. There is a nervous glance around, as though searching for someone. Clearly relieved they ...

Lying in wait, the creature had bided its time, eyes narrowed and ears flat from the profusion of cutting words and harsh voices. The anger and verbal violence both fueled its own instinct to attack with angst-ridden fury and strengthened the need to stay hidden, out of sight. Practically buried in ...

Meanwhile, the young seer nods cautiously at the newcomer.

"One moment then, sir." Approaching Atrum's bedroll, the youth attempts to gently wake him. "There is someone come who wishes to guide us."

The young seer nods at Atrum's directive, moving off to use soothing words and gentle hands to coax the survivors into mobilizing. Any and all techniques learned from limited training as a knight and diplomat are utilized.

The seer listens quietly as Ren speaks, nodding solemnly when he asks his first question, then turns warily to find the source of the tapping.

Wondering at the Valkyn'Vi's return after separating on the trail is a welcome distraction from heavier thoughts. Even his state of undress is oddly comforting; it brought back the carefree days of being raised in trees and moonlight, unfettered by the trappings of civilization. That was before bein...

Upon seeing the surrounding devastation, an expression of shock quickly shifts to the cold rage again. It subsides somewhat as Gabrial emerges and speaks of other survivors, and there is further relief as Robert approaches. The seer then attempts to help those nearby in anyway possible while listeni...

The youth turns slightly at the shuffling noise, stiffening at the sight of the pale figure in peripheral vision, and relaxing again upon recognition. There is a hasty and somewhat angry swipe at the tears and the white-maned head turns away.

Not far away, the young seer is not among the sleeping. Standing watch instead, or so the youth justifies. The faint sounds of Esmerelda's bitter grief increase the sense of helplessness. What she needs I cannot give... He is gone with so many others. An observer might mistake the expression for a f...

There is another look of thanks to Gol after the healing and a wary look in the eyes as Zaire approaches. The youth's rigid stance softens slightly during Atrum's hug though there is more rapid blinking to hold the tears at bay and a curt nod at his request. It is obvious that the teenager is doing ...

The seer looks rueful, "I am afraid she is correct. We both may be determined enough to crawl but..." There is a slight swaying as the youth leans on Teela.

OOG: both at 0.

This would be a great discipline for a character I've been working on. Even with fine-tuning. Very cool idea.

In a quiet, strained voice, "Even love can turn to murder; think of Lord Malcolm's for Rose..." Despite the grim words, the hand on Teela's shoulder is gentle, attempting to soothe. A new bitterness seems to be entering into the youth's tone, the eyes far more jaded. At the moment they are...