<div class="floatleft">(http://i1027.photobucket.com/albums/y335/SheerFantasia/e5173e45-5dd8-404d-bb84-e6b049b14e13_zps5891d797.jpg?t=1405425906)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">KYRAS ILLIAN</span></strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Class:</strong> <span class="bbc_u">Oracle of Winds 6 (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=953933)</span></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Location:</strong> The Slaughtered Prince (main room)</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Tagging:</strong> Group</span><br/><br/><hr/>"My thanks," offered Kyras at<strong>Alara's</strong>assurances of discretion.  "As for dynamics, I can't profess familiarity either - I've been a wandering teller of stories, both heroic and common, and 'tis rare that I have to work with anyone except myself."<br/><br/>Kyras was in the process of sipping down the last quarter of<strong>Darcoli's</strong>brew when the halfling made his nomination, and his sudden sputter indicated his genuine surprise - he had been nominated for several things in the past, but none had really ever shown confidence enough to put him in a position of leadership, though perhaps it was just something that he had an inclination to avoid.  "A bit sudden, don't you think Master Halfling?" coughed Kyras as he attempted to clear his throat of the swill, though he attempted to smile to indicate his lack of offense.  "Though, as for being blind in this endeavour... I'm not entirely deficient in that respect as may seem."<br/><br/><strong>Tari</strong>made her opinion on the weighty matter of responsibility known and Kyras toasted her with mock formality, though not in mockery.  "Case in point," he nodded as he took another tentative sip of the swill.  "Though as for repayment, it doesn't sound like it will be so trivial as working a midden heap Miss Tari - from the whole feel of this, I don't think we were called here just to indulge some rich schumck in some half-baked scheme - what are the chances that we're being enlisted, however hamfistedly, to undertake some shady assignments on behalf of this Mr. Finn, and then take the fall when its done?"<br/><br/>Kyras set the cup down, leaning forward with his chin resting lightly on his fingers.  "Correct me if I'm wrong, but I have a strong feeling that none of us are people without means, if you know what I mean, and to people who scheme, capability is more important that coin.  I'm willing to wager that even if we each coughed up a thousand pieces of gold each to repay the man, it wouldn't be considered enough.  Are any of you familiar with our 'patron' in question?  Master<strong>Isoke</strong>, I believe you added something to Darcoli's colourful analysis of our situation - something about a rake, was it?  Is it particularly bad to be in the debt of this Mr. Finn?"<br/><br/>Draining the last of Darcoli's swill, he gladly accepted the offer of Tari's mead, but now that Tari had brought it to his attention, he leaned back in his chair to mutter an incantation that would allow him to get a feel for any magical auras around him.  "As for<strong>Ailis</strong>- lovely piece of work though she is - I say we reserve judgement on her until we find out her angle in this whole sordid affair; leash holder though she may be, she may be as much dog, however favoured, as the rest of us in this matter..."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ADDITIONAL NOTES</div><div class="spoiler_body">Kyras casts <em>detect magic</em> and is generally using it to scout out around the room for anything magical apart from what his companions might have.</div></div>