Eiyuu Kishi Den

Cissiria's attention was scattered by the young man, the scream, then Khrea. "Umm..." the centaur intoned while organizing her thoughts. "Khrea, perhaps you should speak to the child. He could be lost, and you are the most normal of us," she suggested softly to her shaman friend, then turned her attention back to Bastion. "I would be grateful of more help," she said to the young mage.

Krhea nodded and removed herself from her seat, drawing close to the startled child she placed her hand delicately on his blond head. "What's wrong?" The silver-haired shamaness asked, stroking his hair to try and calm him a little. "Are you lost, little boy?"

Edric's' entrance startled Daulag, the goblin looking at the elven child just before Khrea walked over. He was curious as to what was going on, but said nothing as it was already being handled. Instead he watched, and waited for the boy to calm down.

Bastion was slightly resentful of the newcomer for stealing the attention of the room, but recanted when he saw it was just a child. Little fellow's lost his parents somewhere, I suppose. He seems to be in good hands though. the mage thought.

Turning back to the centaur, Bastion bowed again, lower this time. "Bastion Ulbrecht, Milady, at your service." he said, smiling his most charming smile.

Edric looked back up at the group of misfit adventurers. He was quite startled to see that he was still alive. Immediately he was embarassed at his behavior and rose to his feet, brushing the shamaness' hand off of his head.
"Uh--hum," he stammered, "Err, sorry. No, I'm not lost, just surprised."
Edric resented being called a child, but didn't say anything, since he didn't seem to be in a position to correct anyone. He looked beyond the woman and back at the two with wonder, still a bit fearful. He drew closer just a step or two, approaching with extreme caution.

"Uh, sorry about that. Don't see many of you around here."
He was still hesitate though, half expecting one of them to lose their temper and lunge at him. Edric glanced right into the goblin's face, shocked to see that there was no anger in his eyes. Before breaking his gazed, he tried forcing a smile for the sake of making it clear that he understook the situation.
He glanced at the man now as he spoke, "Excuse me, am I interupting something?" He bowed his head slightly as he spoke.

"Well...a little," Cissiria said reluctantly to the shorter child. He had interrupted them right as Cissiria was going to introduce herself to Bastion. The centauress's eyes drifted between the two, trying to decide which to talk to, then finally settled on Edric. "Do you need help?" she asked him.

Looking to Edric Daulag laughed, like he was surprised the boy would be so bold. "Me Daulag, goblin adventurer and wanderer. What is your name?" Looking to Cissiria he was rather curious as to why a child was wandering, he seemed rather interesting to the goblin.

Edric stared down at his feet, both a little upset and embarassed. He hated being talked down to, but decided to play along and put up with it for now; or at least as long as he could bottle up his emotions.

"Uh, no mam'. At least not now..."

His mind drifted of for a moment as he remembered the city guards he had been running from. He decided from there on to continue lying, until given reason otherwise to inform them that he was actually a grassrunner.

He looked a bit startled at being spoken to and bowed deeply toward the goblin. "H-hello! Nice to meet you." He rose again, his face was a bit flushed. "I'm Edric. I'm a--" He was about to mention him being a merchant, but thought better of this, since they all thought he was a child. I better think up a lie, he thought and I better think one quick! "I just live in town here...My...friends and I--We were just playing a game, and I got lost. "
He only hoped this would work and that further questions would not ensue.

"Anyway, I'm sorry for interupting your conversation. Please continue. I promise I won't get in the way!"
He knew it had nothing to do with him, but he was somewhat curious, as all the others seemed to be discussing a quite serious matter. Perhaps it couldn't hurt to listen; especially if it could buy him some time."

Dead Midas wrote:His mind drifted of for a moment as he remembered the city guards he had been running from. He decided from there on to continue lying, until given reason otherwise to inform them that he was actually a grassrunner.

OOC: This is Raiden, there are no city guards. There could be thugs or someone he stole from hunting him though.

"All...alright then," Cissiria said, tearing her eyes away from who she percieved to be a child, and returned her attention to Bastion. She really had to answer him, after all. "My name is Cissiria, and my friends are Alleria, Daulag, and Krhea," she said, pointing out each of her companions.

OOC: That would have been useful information in my first post...
-feels dumb-
> A >;;

Bastion had begun to fidgit while the centaur and the child talked to each other, but he gathered himself swiftly as he was spoken to again. 'Well, it is my very good honor to meet you all." he said, making more small bows to everyone at the table. "So where are these reprobate slavers located?" he asked, turning to the innkeep.

Krhea too, turned her attention from Edric to Bastion as he asked the innkeeper where the slavers were approximately hidden. The silver-haired shamaness's hips were beginning to ache being in the cold climate of Raiden. The sooner they dealt with these slavers the sooner the young spirit messenger could curl up with a warm pillow and sleep away the aches.

Edric fell silent as the mage spoke up. His brow furrowed as he listened to the exchange of words between the two. He'd heard about slavers in Raiden, and did his best to avoid them, but why did they want to know where they are? Who would be dumb enough to stick their noses in business like that? Whether it's rebelling or working for the matter, Edric concluded that it was an ugly business to be involved in, no matter which side you're on. Glancing around the table and back at the mage with wide eyes, he continued wondering why they would want to find slavers, but decided it was best to hold his tongue and continue to listen.

OOC: What the crap, you said there are no guards, but they're mentioned in xeonith's post earlier on. I'm confused now. What guard is xeonith talking about? 6 A 9
"...No one of great importance which is why the guard hasn’t done a lot about the problem but yesterday ol’ man Gerne’s granddaughter was taken.”

Dead Midas wrote:OOC: What the crap, you said there are no guards, but they're mentioned in xeonith's post earlier on. I'm confused now. What guard is xeonith talking about? 6 A 9
"...No one of great importance which is why the guard hasn’t done a lot about the problem but yesterday ol’ man Gerne’s granddaughter was taken.”

OOC: Ah...well, that would be a mistake I didn't catch. >.<