<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/c/c0/Fd5e741b1b90361f6a2643d2aad8e6d3--felicity-jones-hair-photo-pro.jpg/450px-Fd5e741b1b90361f6a2643d2aad8e6d3--felicity-jones-hair-photo-pro.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Kirien Silverlark<br/><strong>Class: </strong>Cleric/Mage<br/><strong>Time: </strong>Patchwall, 7, 577 CY, dusk<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Greyhawk territory, Two Fords, Idle Boar Inn, common room<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Brennisen, Melan, Taavia, Eferhild, Enastril<br/><strong>Content Warning: </strong>none<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Kirien nodded to Brennisen and Enastril.  She'd had the feeling they would be in on the idea.<br/><br/><em>"Pfeh, mages. I guess they could sniff their books until they found something, eventually. But the look of this thing, and your talk of the gods? Might be we should take it to the priests."</em><br/><br/>"I am a priestess as well as a mage," she replied.  "Yet, as much as that makes sense...I do not know which temple I would take it to first.  Well...I know which one<em>I</em>would take it to first...but this is not only my choice.  And what I know of the Mage's Guild of Greyhawk...is that they work closely with several of the temples of the city.  Those of beneficial intent, at least."<br/><br/>Eferhild's loud and obvious offer was noticed by many in the common room...but at the mention of deities, many quickly turned back to their prior involvements.  It seemed that the commonfolk there were all too eager to stay out of the affairs of the gods.  Those few that approached were deep in their cups and had no useful information either.<br/><br/>Teria, however, was of a different mind, having been deeply curious about the conversations at the table.  As always, she was very quiet but very observant, and her little horned head craned about on her long neck, watching and listening to Taavia, Melan, and Eferhild.  The underlying thread was more obvious to the pseudodragon due to it's nature and the hidden emotions involved, not so much the words.<br/><em><br/>I do not know much of dwarves.  Do you think you would couple with one?</em><br/><br/><em>Is that all you would wonder of them?</em>Kirien thought back to her familiar.<br/><br/><em>I think she would be a challenge to you.</em><br/><em><br/>And I thought I had my hands full just fancying Brennisen...and Enastril</em>, the Spellmaiden replied humorously.<br/><br/><em>They are both here, and available...</em><br/><br/><em>Two at once, when I've yet to be with a single person?  You are bold indeed!</em>Kirien bit her lip, and looked at her friends, as well as the new arrivals she could already see she'd enjoy getting to know better.  Still...if she was to be honest, at present, she was willing to lay aside the mystery of the medallion for the night, and speak more with Brennisen about their kiss yesterday...and more.<br/><br/>"If everyone is amenable to my idea, I suggest we allow Melan to hold the medallion for now.  As a paladin and devotee of Heironeous, she will hold to her vows of honor and keep faith with our little troupe.  Further, I know well that her kind are shielded from evil by the blessings of their gods, as well as hardy, and can sense when evil is near."  She passed the medallion to the redheaded human woman, placing it in her hands.  "I can hardly claim to be intimidating enough to make a villain think twice about stealing from me.  Will you keep it safe until morning, good Lady, when we can set out for Greyhawk proper as a united whole?"<br/><br/>At that she rose from the table.  "I believe I will retire for the night.  Ehlonna keep all of you through the night."  She did not, however, turn immediately towards the stairs and head for her room.  She stepped over to Brennisen, and placed her hand softly on the ranger's shoulder, leaning forward to speak to her quietly.<br/><br/>"If you are willing...I would speak to you more of...of what happened yesterday."  She did not elaborate, for she was certain the half-elf knew of what she spoke.  Then she turned and made her way up the stairs, for whether Brennisen followed her or not, she was eager to leave the crowded room behind.  Her own mind had always tired more quickly when surrounded by many people, and the quiet of her own room was calling to her.