"We tried divining the journal's location...the problem is we can't pinpoint it. However, we do have some information to go on. There have been reports of a new kingdom called Destreda springing up in the River Kingdoms all the sudden, within the past month actually."Tammy stated, rubbing his forehead as if to keep the devils of a migraine at bay."The ruler, Selvor Demerak, has been able to perfectly stop all attempts on his life within setting up. We very well think it's the power of the artifact doing its work in his hands. If Selvor does have the artifact, he probably has Rakkety's journal as well, and very well trying to hide it." The  deathly tired looking gnome explained, pushing the hood back once he was done explaining, exposing the intricately braided blue hair that sat upon his head. He absently minded touched his ear before resuming,"As for your allies, look to the stage for one of 'em, and the other is coming over right now."<br/><br/>Heavy, dull thuds along the polished wooden floor of the tavern did little to hide the presence of the warrior who now approached the hidden booth, though none would interfere with the owner of those heavy steps based on looks alone. A woman now approached, her hair as white as the clouds within the blue sky with her eyes matching their hue. She carried herself as a general does before her troops, inspiring all to follow in her courageous footsteps. She was adorned in steel armor of white that protected her heart from the blades of her enemies, the white laced with gold. The woman sat down in the round booth, sitting opposite of Chirlot. Without waiting for being asked, she introduced herself,"I am Selena Mayrose, it is a pleasure to meet you. I was asked by your venture captain to accompany you on this mission of yours."<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Memil's total Performance check</div><div class="spoiler_body">Perform Sing: 14(roll) + 15(total skill mod) = 29<br/>Perform Dance: 15(roll) + 13(total skill mod) = 28</div></div><br/>A few moments later, the small stage where bards would ply their trades was no longer empty of such a performer. Out stepped a very effeminate man with hair the color of sunshine and eyes of the deep sea, adorned in jewelry that were in the shape of shells and stars and extravagant scarves that showed scenes of the merfolk at play. He began to softly sing in the language of all the dwellers of the watery realms, understandable to almost none of the patrons of the bar...but Chirlot. He sang of the tale of the beautiful mermaid who found her lover in a elven man, his hips swaying in time with the song, making the small blue skirt of his outfit dance along with him in time. The scarves twirled around him as the bard spun and sang, playfully covering his body at timed intervals, as if to tease the audience. As the song-tale reached it's climax as the man and maid joined as one, he spun frantically, creating a beautiful tornado of silk, only to suddenly stop as the song came to it's completion. The noble patrons rose to their feet, applauding the beautiful song weaving as he daintily stepped off the stage, sauntering over to the booth, and plopping right down next to Chirlot.<br/><br/>"Hello! I'm Memil! I was asked to come along for this little pathfinder thing, so I agreed. I will be helping you out, so it's very nice to meet you!"Memil said in a sing song voice, grinning a mile wide.