Incoming

Azog is, in any event, loitering near the airstation. He is a champion loiterer, and his loitering is hugely effective. In that sometimes the constabulary, or at least concerned merchants, will have someone loiter nearby, to verify he's not up to mischief. They tend to loiter warily, though, because the faint of heart generally can't man up enough to loiter with Azog. He's a power-loiterer, and it's implied that there's more than casual intent.

Nearby Daechir stands, a dark figure amid the hustle and bustle of the airstation. People glance at him as they go by, but he ignores the attention so smoothly as that it might not be happening at all. As the people go by, one of them nearly runs into him; so busy are they staring at him. Daechir quickly steps aside but doing so sends him rather close to Azog. They do not collide, but Daed turns toward the other man offering a brief nod. "Apologies."

Morgan comes walking up the stairs to the main landing of the area looking at a scroll. "Bloody hell they do like to ask for a lot things... the jerks." She rolls it up and places it in a nice scroll case that is attached to her belt.

Azog turns to peer at Daechir. "Did you do something to me?" he inquires, his Dranei accent thick. Not a local oruch, then, despite his armor's local look. He looks the Mul up and down, giving him a once-over, and adds, "If you did, I did not notice, and so there is no need for apology. I am ..." he peers at Morgan as she comes up the stairs talking to herself, and goes on to Daechir, "I am not so easily offended that I fear to allow people to stand closeby."

Overhead, a griffon flies in a wide arc above the air station, only about 40 feet up from the ground. On his back, Ga'Elian rides, watching the crowd milling about below.

Daechir smiles warmly. "You might well be surprised how many people are offended by such near misses." He inclines his head again. "You may call me Daed, and it is a pleasure to meet someone who is not so easily offended."

Azog peers at Daechir, and nods. "Daed. Well met. I am Azog, of the Lightning Maul tribe. How is your day going?" he wonders. He looks sourly at some of the stevodores set to watch over him from a safe distance, and says, "I am simply here to fight off the forces of evil in case of attack. This happens from time to time in Alexandria."

The mul'niessa blinks. "It could be a fairer day." Daechir's reply is mostly noncommittal, but he arches an eyebrow at Azog. "Has there been much trouble in this area recently. I had not heard anything."

The air station seems to be very scant on open space right now, at least space where a griffon might land. Except on the rooftop of the main station terminal. Accordingly, the winged beast circles around to land upon the roof. Ga'Elian hops off and calls down to Azog, Daed, and Morgan, "What's new?" He back up and jumps off the roof at a full run. His downward trajectory is odd to behold, slowed as it is by his Ring.

Azog looks up at the sky, and says, "Well, those are fair weather clouds. It's not indicative of a blizzard, which sometimes comes in the winter. So, it -could- be fairer, but it's not particularly bad." He shakes his head about trouble recently. "Not in some time. But that may be because trouble fears me, and hesitates to strike when I am around. But if it does, I am ready." He looks up at Ga'Elian as he jumps off the roof at a full run, and floats down. "Sissy," he glowers. He's got a bit of right to say that after the stunt he pulled some years ago, jumping out of an airship with no magic at all, just brute power.

Daed blinks again at Azog's reply and lets out a little laugh at the fair weather comment before becoming more serious. "Well that you are here then." The rest of what he might have said is lost as Ga'Elian arrives and Daed offers the other elf a broad grin. "Ga'Elian. It is a pleasure to see you again. "I am expecting to meet someone from my family here later. What is new with you?"

Morgan wonders if Azog has done that but does not care enough to ask "hey there Ga;elian"

Ga'Elian says, "With me? Oh some gnome delivered a pair of fur-lined boots to me a couple days ago. I gather you sent them?" He smiles at Morgan and says, "Hi." with a smile.

Then looking back at Daed he says, "I hope you don't mind, but I passed them on to some priest who looked like he needed them. Anyway, meeting someone... from /your/ family? Here? That sounds like a very interesting story. Is that why you've got Azog with you?"

"I am glad you received them Ga'Elian, yes it was me who sent them." Daed seems quite amused, a little mischievous light in his eyes. "Yes that was me. I do not mind at all; I did not expect that you would wear them very long and it is good that they go to someone who is in need of them." The dark elf glances away a moment. "As Azog here says, he is not here for me. I merely met him while waiting."

Which is when Deanna arrives, and Daechir offers her a smile. "Greetings again. It is a pleasure to see you as well."

Ga'Elian offers a friendly bow to Deanna and says, "I am Ga'Elian, a Sylvanori of the Faravnilas tribe that dwells in the Perianath forest. Are you just arrived in Alexandria?"

"Interesting, Daed. Waiting for a shipment for your shop?" Deanna says before she glances at Azog....at least for a moment, then turns to Ga'elian. "Long ways away from home aren't you? I'm Deanna of House Arcanum from Silvermoon City. It's a pleasure, I'm sure."

Azog's assistance seems not to be needed, so he resumes glowering at the merchants that are hanging back, keeping an eye on him, as if he were suspicious. He turns back at Deanna's far-from-home comment. He's not sure whether that's for him or Ga'Elian, though she's facin him, so it's likely not meant for Azog. Though it's true enough for either of them.

"A member of my family actually." Daechir does not seem particularly overly pleased with this. He takes a step back from the group to glance at the ships. "It seems that the airship I am waiting for is a bit late."

Morgan looks to the airship that Daechir pointed out and then her ticket. "And that’s the ship that will be takinging me to Dun Morden."

Ga'Elian nods. "Yes, far. But this is a city filled with those who are far from their homes." He glances at the airship then says to Morgan and asks, "What takes you to the kingdom of the khazadi?"

Deanna says, "You don't seem happy about it." She says to Daed. "One of those that thinks they're above everyone else?"

Morgan pulls out a scroll that has marking of the Arcanist guild "I have to get some exotic goods from there." she opens it as Elian would know this stuff is cheaper there and some of it he may or may not know, but at the top lists some animal pelts that are very rare here.

Azog says to Daed, "If they cause trouble, know that I will cause trouble for them." The way he says it implies that when he causes trouble, it's very troublesome indeed.

"I appreciate your offer Azog." Daechir nods to the other man. "As Deanna suggests he is... one of those that thinks himself superior to others. Not something that can easily be solved with physical force."

Ga'Elian says to Morgan, "I see. Yes, I can see where that makes sense." About then, the griffon on the rooftop sees a patrol of the Skyguard pass by and rises up on his hindlegs, extends his wings, and screeches. The Skyguard continue heedless on their way, but Ga'Elian says, "Apparently, I'm being called. It was good dropping in on you all, and good to meet you, Deanna, but I'm going to take my leave before Erithamiel causes havoc." With that, he scales the wall and mounts the griffon who takes to the sky with great enthusiasm.

Deanna says, "Well...that worked out, I guess." She then sighs to Daed. "yeah. I get it. Relatives can be a bit of a pain, can't they?" She says before looking to Morgan. "Nice to meet you again, Morgan."

Morgan gives a smile and a hello nod, "and to you also."

Azog nods to Daechir, familiar with that attitude. But he sees problems like an oruch, and he replies, "Oh, you underestimate /how much/ physical force I can bring to bear on the problem. When I solve problems, they stay solved. Barring resurrection, of course," he adds modestly.

Daed lifts a hand at Deanna's comment about family. "Indeed, however..." He lets his eyes turn to Azog. "While I believe that you can bring a great deal of physical force to bear, the result of that action would be unpleasant." The dark elf smiles. "Much as it might please for a few moments."

Deanna says, "it brings up the old question.....'What is the best way to defeat your enemy?'. It's a question that makes many generals angry, but the answer is quite simple."

Morgan looks to the ship she is going to be on and notices things are being slowed down. "It was nice talking to you all." Said as she lifts off the ground and flies over to the captain.

Azog ohs to Daed. "Well, if you don't want them killed, I can't help much, I'm afraid." He is a One-Trick Oruch. He eyes Deanna suspiciously when she asks that old question. He guesses that his answer, probably easy to guess, is not the one she's fishing for.

Daechir's red eyes darken. "I would not say that." His cold words answer Azog's assumption and he turns after Morgan. "It seems she is right and the ship has come in. I have obligations to meet."

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