Amicable.<br/><br/>She acted so...<em>Amicable.</em>As if they had not just strong armed him out of his place of study, or assigned him  to an incompetent guardian. As if all was right and just with their decision, or that he had nothing better to do then waste his time questing for the Order.<br/><br/>People continued to vex Aodh. Why could they not understand? Why could they not see what he saw--<br/><br/>The knock on his cabin door brought Aodh out of his brooding. Mausen, the large, blue-gray dane, raised his head from where it was resting on the floor, staring intently for any sign of hostility. Aodh remained curled over his work, his legs folded in the lotus pose as the captain poked his head into the room.<br/><br/><strong>  “There was a commotion on the docks before and those who where supposed to join us have not. Whilst it is not my place to tell you what to do it may be advisable for you to join your Guardian and see what is happening. If you wish I can send a couple of men with you?”</strong><br/><br/>Aodh slowly unfolded his legs with a creak of joints and a low groan. Mausen was up in an instant, displaying much more energy than his master. "That won't be necessary," Aodh murmured, stretching momentarily to his full height. He wore nothing, and felt no shame for it-- though the captain turned away and left after a beat of stunned silence. Aodh heard the man mutter something about "nutty druids," as he left the side of his bed to collect his armor and Mausen's saddle-pack. He shrugged, unabashed, though partially because he simply did not understand the man's disdain. With a motion he scooped up his latest page of writings, carefully rolling them up and stashing them in a case.<br/><br/>In a few moments, Aodh donned his cloak and armor, and fitted the pack and quivers to Mausen. The dog heaved and shook itself, as if trying to spray the room with water; he was, fortunately, quite dry. Finally taking hold of the quarterstaff, Aodh left the room, Mausen in tow. The spears rattled in their quivers, the sound of metal tinkling against metal. He counted the individual taps, watching the dog, calculating, and by the time they reached the gangplank, he itched to draw and write again, his mind buzzing with a thousand numbers and shapes. Aodh left the ship in search of the Golden Touch, trying to clear his thoughts before he had to deal with the other Order members.<br/><br/><div align="center">*</div><br/>By the time Aodh reached the tavern, the commotion had reached it. Some of the patrons were fleeing, others stood outside to wait. Still others crowded around the windows and the open door, watching in with wide eyes. They did not care for the cloaked, hooded figure who approached, his pet in tow and rattling oddly. Only when he neared did people turn and part; the war hound, proud and solid, led its master, spears pointing past its front like so many angry teeth. The chatter turned to a murmur as the druid tuned the world out, eyeing the crowd for any hostile elements. Barring any of those, he slips inside, Mausen cautiously stepping into the room first.<br/><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 7pt;">Level 0: Create Water - Detect Magic - Guidance - Guidance<br/>Level 1: Shillelagh - Magic Stone - Magic Fang - Longstrider - Cure Light Wounds</span></div>