What Troubles Those in the Market

The changeover from Spring to Summer is often filled with temperamental weather. Gone is the sunny, warm day, replaced with low-hanging, grey clouds, the mild wind bring the promise of heavy rain. The market, far from emptied, thrives even harder, as if to squeeze out more sales ahead of the downburst.

Simony lightly steps down from above, walking on air as if heading down a set of invisible stairs. Her copper and blue robes rustle in the breeze, as she bears the weight of a larger basket upon her back. Letting out a huff of breath as she reaches street level, a grin spreading across her face as she takes in the hectically busy market.

It is said that when one has too much money, they tend to look for somewhere to spend it. This is likely what has brought Rune to the market, though she is wise enough not to look the part. Instead, she has her messenger bag thrown over one shoulder and her hood drawn up, expecting that the rain will come sooner rather than later. It seems to always be raining, these days.

The half-sil is just finishing an animated discussion with a vendor along the main street, who seems a little too excited to make a sale. "I'm going to shop around a bit." Which is her way of excusing herself from the situation.

The sight of Simony offers her a reprieve. The rogue approaches, raising a hand in greeting. "You look like you're having a chipper day, despite the moody weather."

Another figure comes down from up on high from a different angle, a prismatic array of vibrant colored cloth fluttering against the wind. A short (for an egalrin) rust red feathered woman clacks her talons across the stone ground, skidding to a halt and, with a little flair, pulls free a pink parasol from somewhere within her robes. "Phew, I reall' dinnae wanna get caught in all dat," she twitters to herself, folding her wings back before she buffets anyone else in this busy market.

She suddenly perks, having caught a flash of a couple of familiar figures. Slixvah skips on over, hopping around others before landing with both feet firm on the ground. "Dana sure is feisty today!" she greets with a grin. "What up my illustrious an' talented friends?"

The Goblin grins at Rune, waving cheerfully with a hand. She laughs and nods. "I've taken to using a spell to walk in the air, it makes it faster to get here from the Monastery. But today is uhm... a mite windy. I was all over the place. You can only laugh at that. How have you been, Rune? Are you shopping or just browsing?" Her eyes are drawn to the flash of colours, and then to the hippety-hoppity Egalrin.

Giggling, she offers Slixvah a wave. "Hello Slix!" She gazes upwards a moment, eyeing the clouds. "Hah, might make for a wet flight if you try to go above those, they look fairly pregnant, don't they?"

Rune is quiet for a moment, as if she were trying to puzzle out what it would feel like to walk on air. "You know, I still don't think I'm ever going to quite get used to how commonplace magic is in this city." However, her smile shows amusement, followed by a slight shake of her head. "I imagine if you were a mite bit bigger, you wouldn't get blown around so much."

Then again, there is Slixvah making her appearance and Rune lifts a brow, "Or maybe not. Hey Feathers." She greets. "I've had the bad luck of being rained upon a few too many times lately." So, she tips her hood. "And don't you mean 'infamous' friends?"

Then, to the question about her shopping, Rune gives a wary glance over her shoulder. "Well, Alaryn hasn't been back in town in ages, and our purple goblin friend isn't in much shape to be doing crafter work, so I'm hunting around for an enchanter."

Slixvah snorts. "Aye, I could feel it in m'feathers up there. Needed ta land fast, thoughts it was gonna open up and wash me out. Reeeally hard ta fly damp."

She gives an up nod towards the half-sil, snickering. "Psssh. Infamous if ya go by tha Pen's definition. But considerin' our portfolio of deeds, methinks droppin' th' 'in' in 'infamous' is warranted."

She follows Rune's gaze, nodding once. "Mmm. Guess they moved shop elsewhere, tha' tank of 'ers announcin' 'er shop's arrival. Purple goblin? don't you mean..." she tails off, looking confused. Her beak dips towards the ground, scratching the side of her head. "... whuz her name again? Weird I can't remember- I even had a slumber party wit' 'er." She shakes her head. "Ya kno' Schara? Elf dat wears dis bronze artifice armor? She can makes stuff too if ya need. And I can always make wands."

Simony laughs and winks at Rune. "Sadly, such is the life of a shortie like me. Don't tell Aelwyn that I described myself as such, he'll tease me endlessly. Not that he doesn't already." She shrugs then, gesturing in an easterly direction. "When you have such a prominent collection of temples, as well as one of the grandest libraries /AND/ a magical university, you are going to attract all the magically inclined folks. This is the preeminent place to study in this corner of the world. Not to mention, with the Colosseum, the Testing Grounds and plenty of monster issues, people get a chance to practice in relative safety. Well, not against the monsters, but you get what I mean."

Nodding in agreement with Rune, the Goblin glances back to Slixvah. "Yes, it's more infamy than illustrious. I would, after some argument, accept the label of talented, however. However prideful that is. But... it's hard to feel illustrious when more often as not, I return from some mission or adventure with my robes in tatters, my hair scorched off, and covered in viscera and blood." She chuckles ruefully. "But, in answer, I say I am doing well! I hope things are well with you."

She sighs gently. "I feel for her, the purple Goblin. Fey can be such capricious creatures, and if you are careless around them, you will be made to suffer. I am hoping we can best this fey, help her and Thoth. I'm getting pulled in several directions though, too many things wanting my attention and not enough me to go around."

"I mean, you have all sorts of magic. Isn't there one that can like... make you big for a little while?" Rune asks, her head tilting curiously. Then, a smirk forms on her lips. "Aelwyn will always tease people. It's like... one of the laws of the universe."

Then, a somewhat nostalgic look passes her featuers, "Yeah, I'm sure that tank of a shop is still chugging along somewhere. Just miss her sometimes. She used to always know what I should throw my money at. Usually at her."

Rather than continuing that walk down memory lane, Rune notices that Slixvah is realizing a certain name is missing for the first time. Simony answers the issue first, though, so the rogue points in her direction, "The purple goblin ran afoul of a Fey, a particularly nasty one, from what I can tell. Lost her name in the process. Asshole also killed Zeke's cihuaa, too."

She pauses, "He brought her back, though. It's... a real mess."

Slixvah bobs her head along. "Shoo, ya think this place is magic heavy, ya should go ta Rune. Tha' place is nutty wit' it." She shifts a bit, chuckling to herself. "Oh yes, he's always gonna tease people, even those tha' are unteasable."

She ruffles Simony's hair. "Das just evidence of a job well done! Glad ya doin' well. I've been aight, content. Mildly worried 'bout some shtuff das bigger on the cosmic scale but I'm jus' here fo' th' ride, so can't do anything 'bout it." She shrugs.

Her feathered forehead furrows. "Well- and pardon my Khazad- fuck," she huffs, hands on her hips. "But... *sigh* unfortunately, knowing her, this outcome doesn't surprise m- waitwhat." She blinks owlishly at Rune. "... Ceiwen's tits, what the hell?" she twitters in her native tongue, dumbfounded. <Auran>

The Goblin gets a wistful look in her eye, and she nods slowly. "It doesn't last long. But I've used it a few times, and I must say... being tall in a crowd smells differently." She grins a crooked grin. "Aelwyn is a bit of an ass, sometimes."

She frowns and lets out a huff of breath. "Nasty is putting it politely. I've a selection of words taken from all ten of the languages I am proficient in, and a few taken from languages I can hardly croak out, but they are not repeatable in polite company."

She giggles at having her hair mussed up a little. "What is it you're worried about, if I may ask?", she wonders of the Egalrin. "And that reminds me that I should ask you for instruction in your tongue. I can probably wing it..." The Goblin blinks and then winks, "But I try not to insult people too much, I'd rather not be so rough in a tongue, you know?"

"Ass in a good way." Rune confirms in agreement of Simony's appraisal of their Makari friend.

"Hope I can see it sometime. Would be impressive." She notes, looking curious at the idea of a giant version of the normally diminuative Goblin. One that is followed by a quirk of the eyebrow, "You and me should exchange notes on colorful cursing in fun languages." Rune has a collection.

However, the worries of her friends and the danger that looms around them, has her expression falter. "You wouldn't happen to know anything about how someone might be able to get their name back, would you?" She asks of Slixvah, "Apparently, the gods are pretty sure that killing the bastard won't help."

Folding her arms across her chest, she looks between the two, "Is it still worries about how your witchy powers mess with fate or... did something else come up?"

Slixvah ponders after Simony's wistfulness. "... mmm. I /could/ make a wand dat makes one embiggened fo' a bit..." she taps her beak, bobs her head, and files that away for later. "Oh one hundo percent, he's an ass. A stupid sexy ass," Slix triples the agreement.

She just laughs at Simony's pun. "Oh yes, I can totes help ya wit' dat. Better practice ya whistlin', 'cause ya gotta make up fo' not havin' th' right voice box fo' it. And can teach ya th' bad words too~!"

The witch shifts her folded parasol to her other arm, grinding her beak. "Yuh, killin' 'em won' work, 'cause they got th' name. Wit' fey, words are law, so ya gotta get a deal or trip 'em up ta get it back. I've had my close calls wit' fey before, even befo' I got here. Another way is ta get them ta accept a gift from you, making them owe you one, and manage ta get the name from 'em that way /without/ thanking them, breakin' the cycle of givin'."

"Mmmm," Unmesi hums, closing her eyes. "Messin' wit' fate, yuh. Warnin's I got from our lil trip ta th' dreams echo in the back of my head. As well as stuff back home. I gotta go ta th' Sky Curtain Mountains too sometime. I have to... double check somethin'." She shifts on her feet. "... m'brother says th' landslide wasn' natural. I need ta check."

"Well, in a mostly good way.", she says with a snort. "I know he means well. Just... can't help be worried about him sometimes. But he's a good friend." Simony rubs a cheek, and smiles shyly. "I could show you. But, as you might expect, it's a powerful spell. I don't have the power to throw it around frequently. As you might expect, I try to save spells for when they are needed. So, I have to plan ahead in order to do it. If I could come and visit some day, in the evening, I could demonstrate it. I pray in the evening, which is when I request my deity's divine favour."

"I do envy you, Rune. Your strengths are in stealth and the art of not being where the bad guys expect you, or want you, to be. While I have my trusty warhammer, most of my strength is the divinity bestowed upon me by Navos. I ... I dread those times when I must absolutely act, but am ill-equipped that day, having chosen specific spells over others."

The Goblin looks to Slixvah, "They have wands that do that?" The intensity of her expression shows a deep interest. "How expensive are those, though? I may have the silver for it, if I look under the chair cushions." She cackles then. "Is it telling that we know what his ass looks like? Almost like he's showing it off all the time." Her expression grows distant, tinged with sorrow. "If I am not somehow fighting for my life or others at that exact moment, I am willing to travel with you, Slix. I think my strength and certain spells might help in checking the landslide. That I would happily do for you, for you and your family."

"That may be where my strengths lie, but often times they don't come into play in the way you'd expect. If I'm traveling with a bunch of people in heavy armor going *CLANK CLANK*, no amount of stealth is going to help." Rune laughs softly, knowing all too well that sometimes you go with strengths of the party, rather than your own.

However, it is Slixvah's advice about the Fey that seems to capture her attention. Rune had been careful thus far, but there is knowledge there in the Eglarin's words. "That's... that's actually a thought. The Fey seems really invested in Thoth finding these memory orbs. Maybe if she gets a hold of one, she can offer that up as a gift..." However, the thought carries it's own concerns.

"Fuck... I wish I knew what the Fey was actually trying to accomplish with Thoth. I worry about dragging them further into something where they are obviously being manipuated by someone of pretty significant power." Rune bites at her lower lip, pensive.

Then, when Slixvah speaks of her family, the rogue's attention shifts. "I don't really have much I can offer other than my blades and some infiltration skills, but if you need them to investigate, you know you have them."

Slixvah quirks a brow at Simony. "Hm. Ya must mean a different, mo' potent mojo, 'cause makin' a person bigger is a pretty basic mojo, first circle of magic," she elaborates, followed by a chuckle and knowing sigh. "Yuh, I gotta have Fifi tell me what's up, and sometimes it's the wrong stuff fo' th' day. But there is always some things I keep in reserve- mainly stuff ta heal and counter magics."

She looks down at the Temperance. "Oh yes totes. I can make it. Probably about... let's see..." she slips into her native tongue, quietly chittering and doing math in the air as she counts on her fingers before coming back to Trade, "... an' after usin' scorpin' adder- don't ask- it should bind ta a wand easy peasy. Fo' fiddy gold, should cover it!"

She rests a hand atop Simony's head. "I'd appreciate ya help wit' it. Both of ya'll. Dunno when, but I gotta. I'll take any help I can get. Better get used ta thin air" She smiles. "Even if someone comes along going CLANG CLANG, I think you can still help loads, Ruru."

"That may be your first priority- figurin' out their intentions. Once you get tha', ya can dangle carrots in front of 'em easy."

"Well, that's where you switch it up. The armor will attract attention, so your stealth will be even more useful, won't it? They won't be expecting anything but those folks in armor. And as one of said armor users, I am happy to stomp and clank to draw attention away from you." Her expression goes blank a moment. "It is... interesting to see the faces of people when you run them through from behind. I do not like admitting it, but there is a certain satisfaction when someone's decisions and deeds in life come back to pierce their heart. I don't know if I have the resolve to do it that way."

SImony nods to Slixvah. "The spells causes a mote of Navos' divine power to infuse my body, such that I grow in size and bulk. I uhm... I'm about the size and shape of a slightly shorter Oruch woman. I have wished that it could be permanent." Her grin is broad then, and full of cheer. "We can discuss it later in private, then, and make proper arrangements. I do believe I have the coin for it. Which... hmm, I have other ideas too, so I can present them to you then as well."

Simony sighs lightly. "I believe that we will have to either find something they want, which could involve something that the purple Goblin must do... or we trick the fey... or..." Another huff of breath. "We use violence to force the fey to return what was taken."

Walking with a distinctly upbeat, cheerful, perhaps even a bit of a strut, comes a not-short but very ruddy sith-makar. Holding a small canister of a rope over his shoulder, and leaning a burning glaive over the other, the Dragoon was a sun short of being in full bloom.

Speaking of full bloom, the tips of the ribboned horns were also smoking; like they were just recently on fire.

"Tch, surely this one has been blessed - a group of this one's favorite fair ladies adorn the streets today." He greets with a wide makari grin. Full of teeth and barely a shy away from a full on grimace. "What kind of plotting has brought this occasion on?"

"Figuring out their intentions is something I've been fighting with for a while now. From what the purple one said, they're some sort of 'Trickster' which may very well mean that figuring things out is a challenge." Rune sighs softly, "I do know that Thoth is at the center of it, somehow. Though they don't really remember anything useful in that regard."

Even so, it seems that the suggestion has given her ideas that she can bring back to the other goblin. "Whatever we do, it's something we should figure out soon. I got the impression being without your name causes some issues, sooner rather than later."

A thoughtful look crosses Rune's expression, "I assume you can do wands of healing, too?" She asks Slixvah, "Most of the time, I can depend on Harkashan, or Simony, or someone else to pull my ass out of the fire when things get hairy, but sometimes we don't have that on hand and it might be a good back-up."

Her eyes look over to Simony, "It wasn't always like that, with me. But I'd like to think that I only stab the people that deserve it, these days." Then, as Aelwyn arrives, she can't help but laugh, "Do you think he sensed us talking about him?"

"Oh I'd one hundo percent stab a bitch if I gotta," Slixvah opines after Simony's mention of resolve. "Fo' an Egalrin, I ain' very physical, so if all I gots is a knife and das gonna work I'm gonna do it." She looks over to the priest. "I get it. Fo' me, I sorta uh..." she rolls a hand, looking sheepish, "... am filled wit' th' raw understandin' of magic, and every spell sorta gets crammed in my head until it's let out wit' a phrase. Gets loud in there, so can do so much. But yuh we can talk 'bout it later." An eye flits to Rune. She grins. "I sure can! Tha's my hot seller! Super useful. You girls jus' lemme know when ya want it and I got you."

She rubs her arm. "Tha' lil golem is gettin' played like a fiddle, and I don't like it. They prolly don' remember because the memories are traded off. Fey be like that."

And then the man of the hours arrives. Slixvah laughs heartily. "Well, well, well. He prolly did, sensed his scaly ass was being judged. Oh not much, Flutter, jus' catchin' up, spendin' coin, makin' it, potentially figuring out an expedition that may reveal secrets of the entire migration of my Aerie, bein' bad witches. What up wit' you? What's got you smokin'?"

The Goblin makes a small gesture with her right hand, tracing out her holy symbol in the air with her index and middle fingers. "I forgive you.", she intones. "We are all sometimes lead astray, for life is not fair, and for that, we can only be kind. So, your past is the past. In the end, it is Vardama whom decides, and if needs be, I would travel to her halls to plead your case, Rune." She winks cheerfully, "Your heart is good."

Simony nods slowly. "I would do if I must, but I find it .. distasteful, having to hit someone with my hammer. Monsters or undead are a different matter, there is usually a black and white where they are involved. Humanoids are ... difficult."

"And I totally agree, Thoth is being used. As is the purple Goblin, she only started getting into trouble because the fey wanted her to help Thoth. The war golem must have some memory... or perhaps, he is capable of reading these memories which may not be his... that the fey wants. Power. I think... a name. The fey may uhm... I hate to be devil's advocate... the fey could be helping Thoth for entirely honest and good reasons. They're just being a bitch while doing so." She blinks a few times. "If you'll pardon my language."

The arrival of the Sith has her giggling. "Aelwyn! Speak of the devil, and he shall appear. Are your cheeks burning? We were discussing them just now!"

The ruddy scaled sith-makar tilts his head curiously - perhaps for once surprised people were actually talking about him. So he flashes his teeth at the trio. "Ah, if this one sensed such things, this one would get overwhelmed." He replies with a teasing flick of his tail. The burning glaive is lowered and the autumn colored draconian leans against it, tilting his hips. "What was the final judgment?" He asks, flashing his teeth. "Or is another look required?" Simony gets a click of his teeth. "Ah, aren't they always?" He rumbles. "Hot to touch."

At Slixvah's words, he twists his lips, straightening. "This one presumed it was due to the landslide?" He tilts his head. The smoke danced around the red (and one green) ribbons. "Though this one is pleased to see Ribbon's covenant has grown. This one has found the temptation of witches quite appealing." He flickers his tongue at the egalrin. Gesturing at his horns, he rumbles in amusement. "This one was trying a... costume element for this one's bid for Cavalier." At this, his chest expands and he straightens - enough to nearly buff out of his scales.

"Every memory that the Fey sends Thoth to recover, all seems to be building him up to be the Golem's master. Someone kind and gentle and caring. But that's the polar opposite of the being most people have encountered." Rune explains to Slixvah, "I keep thinking that the memories have been tampered with in some way, but I'm not versed enough in magic to have any if they have been, or how."

She does seem to consider Simony's view, but soon shakes her head, "I really can't believe there is any good intention behind it. The Fey smells of death and decay, and it flat out murdered someone just for being in the same room as the Goblin when she was communing with the gods. I can't really imagine a benign being doing that." Despite this, Rune seems willing enough to accept Simony's 'forgiveness' for her past transgressions. It isn't a matter the rogue dwells on much.

To Aelwyn, she raises a brow, "The final judgement? Seems you're a fine ass." Rune smirks.

Then, she looks away, following people through the market for a moment before looking back to Slixvah, "I don't actually know much about the landslide, what can you tell me?" She seems uncertain how much the others know, already.

The eglarin rubs her beak. "You can totes fuss wit' memeories wit' magic. Wouldn't surprise me if they was makin' it out ta seem like theys the good guy. Jus'... be careful. Best ta write down information jus' in case peoples memories gets changed." A grin spreads across her face. "I've seen enough of it," Slixvah laughs, holding up a hand to Aelwyn. "I second Ruru's judgement. But I ain' got not coven. Yet." She sticks her tongue out. "I'm glad at least ya Cavalierin' stuff is comin' to fruition, hon."

Shifting some on her feet, she lets out a sigh. "Yeeah, so, Ruru, m'aerie- th' Sliabhgeiko- got wiped off th' map from a landslide 'bout... eight months ago? Lotta survivors 'cause, well, live on a mountain, if ya a bird, just jump off it. They migrated ta th' Aerie here. Anywho, no, Aelwyn, not jus' that, my brother tells me dat th' landslide was artifically done. Not many of my fam are good wit' magic, so I gotta go back and do a looksie."

Simony cackles at Rune's answer to Aelwyn, and she gestures to the Half-Sil with a pale hand. "It is as she says, you're a fine ass." She giggles at length, holding her sides, rubbing lightly. "My sides."

"I shall have to take your word there, Rune, I have not had an encounter with the fey, everything I have is second hand. But I do not mean that the fey is good, only that their intentions may be. The road to the Hells are paved with good intentions, as they say."

She frowns. "I may find violence distasteful but uh, the urge to give this fey a whack or two with my hammer is starting to look better and better."

Her frown deepens. "If it was artificially done, then there is someone or someones who need some comeuppance. Though, I think we should find them, and stick 'em in a room with Momma Unmesi for five minutes and ignore the screaming."

Aelwyn looks at the less cheerful discussion going around him, and he clicks his teeth. "... this one supposes there has been plenty going on once again." He lets out a breath, "This town never sleeps. And it seems never to be about waking up with a headache." He laments with a tilt of his head. Then he moves to give Slixvah to grab her hand, and spins up about against her with exaggerated swish of his hips. "This one is glad his ass has been so thoroughly acknowledged and approved by the council of those that this enjoys languishing eyes on."

He bows his head, then clicks his teeth at Slixvah. "This one is grateful for the assistance to the letter by her and Spelldancer." And then he flashes his teeth. "And this one hopes they all shall see this one when this one is accepted." There's a pause. "... though it may be... intense experience."

Returning to the other topics at hand, he tilts his head. "Is the memory business related to Thoth?" He then suddenly asks, and then turns towards Slixvah again. He slides his hand around the egalrin's shoulders. "Tch, if someone did such on purpose..." He nods his head towards Simony. "... this one agrees with Canvas. Whomever or whichever this Lady Umami is."

"That's the thing, I don't really get to 'see' what is in the memories that Thoth unlocks and absorbs. I only know what they tell me after the fact. And it's always happy memories about their creator, at least the ones I know about." Rune explains, offering a nod of confirmation to Aelwyn.

It's just at that moment when a young boy comes up and tugs at Rune's arm. The child has a carry bag, just like her, likely a messenger as well. "Shit, just a second." She bends down, listening as the boy whispers something to her which causes her to curse a second time.

When she stands, Rune looks to Slixvah apologetically, "Listen, I need more information about this landslide, but I have to go." She motions at the boy, who seems to be hopping from foot to foot impatiently. "I'll catch up with you later."

Then, with an apologetic look, she steps back from the gathering, "Sorry. I have to scoot. Business." And with that, the boy runs off, with Rune jogging in tow.

There's a squawk of surprise as Aelwyn is up against Slixvah, only to replaced with a laughing tut. "Yeah yeah, mister ego, enjoy it." She pauses, then loops an arm around him, only for her wings to shift and engulf Aelwyn, a single animated feather pressing the flaming glaive away from the combustible woman. For as much as she says she isn't strong, it's like being held in a vice. "You are very welcome fo' th' help!" she chirps, pretending nothing is remiss.

"Yuh, it's related ta Thoth," she answers, before correcting Aelwyn, "Unmesi. Das my clan name. Mony's talkin' 'bout my mawmaw. And yes, Mawmaw would absolutely kick who ever's ass tha' did it. She can be..." a shudder rolls through her, feathers puffing and shirking, "... lets just say she can be a scary woman. Regardless, I'll gather ya'll when I'm gonna poof over. I know some mojo ta make it just a day or two trip."

She watches Rune and the newcomer boy converse. "No worries, I gotchu hon, I'll fill you in wit' th' deets. Later darlin'! she coos towards Rune, smiling as she goes. Turning to the remaining two, she comments, "I wonder what kinda magicky items things there are tha' can help with courier duties...?"

Simony looks momentarily sad, and offers Rune a wave and a bright smile. "Take care, Rune. Hope to catch up some more." She offers the boy a wave also." She gigglse at Slixvah's reaction to Aelwyn.

"Yeah, Momma Unmesi is Slix's mother. Unmesi being the family name."

Aelwyn looks as the boy runs up to Rune. He raises his glaive. "Good luck, Twin." He grins with a flick of his tail. "Let this one know if one needs saving." To answer Slixvah's question, Aelwyn rapidly answers, "Snacks, drinks, tools of parkour and a very, very noisy bell."

Returning his attention towards Slixvah, he _stifles_ the 'oof' that may have gotten out of him. He looks towards the taller egalrin. "Ah, this one must have gotten confused, for Umami can stand for all things delicious." He teases right back at her. He also pretended he wasn't being held in a vice grip by the strong wings. He was just holding back all the puns related to flight and feathers. "Tch, but after we do that and save the others - we should return to the golden sands. This one would quite enjoy a little bit of 'mojo' for a quicker sea trip and otherwise." He bumps his hip against Slixvah's.

He gives Simony a look and then twist of his lips. "What was this discussion of a fey though?"

Slixvah snickers at Aelwyn's answer, the hip bump answered with the vice giving him a squeeeze before- thankfully- releasing him from the feathery iron maiden. "She do make some good food with good umami, yes yes."

She puts a hand on her hip, rubbing her beak with the other in thought. "Now das a good idea, I liked the trip we made there on boat. Since I've been there, it'd be easy ta poof on over."

The egalrin looks to Simony briefly before turning back to Aelwyn. "Th' first hand knowledge on th' fey subject in question jus' ran off ta do a job. But we was just talkin' about a purple gobber and an unfortunate bird golem is all. I was givin' ideas on how ta help get a name back."

THe Goblin's gaze flicks from Sith to Egalrin and back. "Pfff." She snorts and shakes her head. "Well, here I am, the proverbial tits on a bull." A bell peals somewhere in the distance, and her eyes widen.

Hefting the basket higher on her back, she offers a wave.

"I've got to get these vegetables and strawberries sold or traded before the end of the day. You two be well, take care!"

Simony leans into each of them, hugging at waists. "See you later!" She turns to disappear into the crowd.

Aelwyn flicks his tail at Simony as they start running off. "Take care, tits on bulls." The Dragoon calls out to the goblin running away. The draconian then turns towards the egalrin. "Ah, we should go then and plan the trip properly then." He suggests, as he is freed from the clutches of the wings. He then grabs the witch from the shoulder.

"So let us go invade the nearest drinking joint and plan a path across the golden coast to find all the treasures."

Slixvah laughs at Simony's point, her giving a return hug to the gobber. "Catch ya on th' flip shug."

She turns to Aelwyn, quirking a brow before smirking herself, throwing an arm around his shoulder as well. "You'd be th' one ta know where all the fun places are in the Sands, lets go do that!" she snickers, shaking her head as they start to walk. Thunder roils from above, a few drops of rain plopping against the ground.

The witch mutters a phrase, a waft of magic follows, and the parasol levitates and pops open on its own. "We do have to stop at that city again tho', it was mighty fun last time we went!" she suggests, just as the rain starts to pick up.

GAME: Slixvah casts Unseen Servant. Caster Level: 10 DC: 16