((OOC: Sauron, please don't do the multiple posts. It's a pain to clean them up.))

"Perhaps we should assemble whoever in the group is ready to move and go meet with this Alya?" Siladhiel suggested absently, drumming her slim fingers on the table. "Zeb may be distracted for some time yet, our wizard has vanished...again, and we need to get this business out of the way and done with. Normally I would wait for everyone, but I don't like the idea of staying much longer in this town after that fight last night."

(SORRY! Been volunteering and preparing for a charity at my college for my service hours! For the sake of plot, yes I would like to be sitting next to you.)

Zeblithtlar turned his tinted glasses over to the two mistresses. They plotted and they talked as they desired. "One must consider if seeking out the information of one who we so cautiously speak of seems worth the risk it might put us in. Both the mistress and the priestess are strong and cunning. Battle would probably be the last thing we desire at the moment but if such a conflict happens I am certain the mistresses will be most capable in handling themselves." The beautiful disguised dark elven man commented.

"With that being announced, perhaps it would be wise to bring the other master along. . . If nothing else but to keep a better eye on him to ensure not only that more people are not hurt..." he stated turning to Siladhiel's sense of weakness, or appealing to her more morale and ethical standards "...and to ensure that his actions will not produce more acts of retribution." he stated turning back to Inil appealing to her sense of survival.

((OOC: I'm really not sure how to keep Sauron in the party. He runs off and attacks random people...that's not normally something considered socially acceptable.))

"Two very valid arguments," Siladhiel acquiesced, massaging her temples thoughtfully. "Inrii, do we have enough information to go on without seeking out this Alya? And secondly, Zeblithlar, while you make a good point about the wizard, that advice is predicated on the principle that we have control over him. Whenever we look away for ten seconds, he's wandered off, generally bringing trouble our way. From a purely pragmatic standpoint, so far our wizardly companion has been more hindrance than help. Tactically, he's a disaster as well--had anyone been seriously injured last night, I would have been severely limited in my ability to heal or keep them alive, courtesy of the wizard's mana drain."

The elven priestess leaned back in her chair, twisting her worn gold ring. She was doing her best to think kindly of the blood mage, but the twinging reminder of a wizard-caused arrow to her thigh and the mana drain made it very hard to be charitable. Finally, Sil sighed. "If we could convince him to calm down and stop murdering random bystanders, then I would welcome him as a traveling companion. However, should the behavior continue..."

She felt no need to finish, knowing her tone would be sufficient. Harming innocents was not acceptable, and Sauron so far seemed all too ready to shed blood.

((no problem, been somewhat busy too. and i dont know either. but he will have to stick with us if he plans to go with us, b/c he wont get anywhere on his own.))

the amoral drowess didnt really care much about the rivvin either way. but if he was mush more trouble, a blade would solve that quick. and she had a nice selection of poison to use with it. some that were so horrible, one wished to be dead. she made her own concoction. used it for payback on her fellow peers during training.
"she is one of the best. if anyone could pinpoint a better location, then she would be the one. but as any ilythiiri would do, 'if we are good, we dont do it for free.' (jarlaxle quote) besides, I doubt its not anything we couldnt handle," she replied finishing her breakfast.
they shouldnt have much trouble, assuming someone didnt cause anymore problems. besides, she had her ways.
"i will send a message to him. telling him we are leaving."
(after yall have eaten of course)
careful to stay hidden still she began the spell and send word to him of their soon departure.

Sauron walked down stairs slowly his rode shuffling hearing the elf"s words he had slight pang of hate maybe jealousy with a growing feeling of hopelessness. Putting a fake smile to the helper he passed he thought darkly" Only once i need a living subject of your kind knife ear and perhaps this daemon in me maybe satiated." still he cursed himself for being born in the wrong track. He crossed his arms and waited near the wall.
"you know eventually you have to die" the daemon crooned inside him, he cursed inwardly.

Zeblithtlar continued with his splendid meal for a short while only minding the mere words of the elven priestess of Lloth's most hated enemy. The dark elven male dare not plot against her, for if anything she was completely foolish and immoral in everything expect two: the virtue of instilling leadership through both fear and cunning. If not the experience of age or the mere luck of lively hood or birth that granted her that one most noble of traits, far valued within the Underdark.

Though the beautiful and muscular male still disdain and did not trust this elvish woman or her quite unstable drowish lover, both gave him quite ample protection for no charge and were far much better in combat than half the mercenaries he could hire. Plus they seemed to tolerate himself and his profession, thus it was a good fit and there was no need to bring up anything that might tear such a mutual alliance into pieces.

It was around this time when he noticed the certain human wizard slowly pace down the stairs. Something of the wizard seemed quite... off about him today. Usually Zeblithtlar had felt that this very unstable man was quite off but today it seemed more off than usual... The bardic dark elf not only a master of concealing his own intentions but reading the intentions of others. What the wizard's intentions were still unknown to the dark elf. He stroked his peachy chin with his gloved hand a small trance of the make up ending on the tips. Wiping off the tips with his handkerchief he bowed his head in the wizard's direction.

"Good morning..." he greeted most simply and actually rather humbly as he bowed his head in the direction of the blood magic wielder.

"Very well, then. We consult this Alya," Siladhiel said, inclining her head slightly to acknowledge Inrii's decision. "I'm not sure if you'd like us to join you or not. I might be a hindrance, due to race."

The elven priestess looked up when she sensed Sauron entering the room. Forgive, she counseled herself, letting her irritation with the man go. "Wizard, would you care to join us? There's breakfast here on the table," the priestess said, gesturing at the sole empty chair.

" I have eaten" Sauron nodded curtly to the elf, he then turned towards the drow and greeted in a similar manner . Qucikly his glnce stole over the companions' bodies and they appeared to be relaxed he moved close to table and asked the drowess " where we would be goinig?, if it is a long distance surely my mount would be of use."
"oooohohohoho so that is is your new interest my host?" the daemon sniggered, "quite! " Sauron willed. Getting his composerback he asked " If not I can proceed to sell off the animal."

((if it shows an error page, i have learned it still posted. so if it shows up just exit away from it. at least im assuming thats the problem.))


"it shouldnt be a problem," she replied to Sil, "she's a bit insane anway. ans works with these rivvin here." when the wizard joined she acknowledged him while. (we dont hear the demon right?) "you can keep the mount in the stables assuming it can handle a desert," she answered.
Inrii got up from her chair still keeping her face covered and hidden. which drew a couple stares from the servers. but she ignored them.
"alright then, to the slums," she whispered.

((OOC: I certainly hope we don't hear the demon. That'd be rather awkward. And yes, even if you see the error page, it has posted.))

"I've found drow are often more tolerant of humans than wood elves," Siladhiel said with a faint, wry smile as she stood up as well. "The slums, then. I'm positively jumping with anticipation."

( yes the demon is inside him and not yet taken control of the body)
Acknowledging the drow Sauron replied "Of course, the stables would be fine till we head out of town." moving over he spoke to inn worker of his beast and requesting that it be taken care off till his return, after a quick payment for guarantee, Sauron went near the door and waited "coming?" he asked.

Inrii was already out the door looking at the light and the waking town. the market place was already going. the main streets with small crowds, venders peddling their wares, travelors shopping and the usual buisness of day to day for dagger falls. the light was a bit irritating to the drowess' sensitive eyes despite that she'd been surface born and raised (at least not penalties). looking around she spotted the street they needed. a rather deserted street that was a back way to the slums. when the rest had stepped out she turned to them, more to the wizard, "no trouble. secrecy is our alley, especially when we get down the road. but most importantly, keep all valuable hidden. these pickpockets are some of the best," she warned, "if you get separated, look for the shop ran by a foreign man with a thick calimshan accent." then with a slightly devious smile, "this should be fun tho."

"We're following you," Siladhiel said, readying some protective spells. "I have you covered defense-wise if things really go south."

Saurn only followed unmindful "calimshan?" he thought and searched in his memories for any information.Opening a book he read
Calimshan is a nation which covers the southern corner of West Faerûn, including the Calim desert and the Spider Swamp. Calishite is the name given to an inhabitant of Calimshan. The term "Calimite" is a severe insult. Calishites is also used to describe the human ethnicity type that looks like they come from Calimshan. Successor of Coramshan, Calimshan's capital is the sprawling port-city of Calimport, home to emperor Syl-Pasha Ralan el Persakhal and the many powerful wealthy nobles called pashas. Other major cities includes Memnon and the coastal city of Schamedar.
"So it must be a tanned man with slightly desert men appearance." He thought out aloud.

the group made way down the alley, bothered by none at the moment. a rather dirt covered 'child' had started twords them, but on second guess, changed their mind. they didnt want trouble it seamed.
the alley narrowed and darkened leading tween two large stone buildings. a guard was stationed there. dressed in simple chain and yielding a wicked looking spear; at his side was sheathed a short sword. he was watching closely the crowds. but his job was to keep troubles from entering the market district. the drowess' cowl still hiding her face she slowed her pace nearing. she nodded to him as he studied each of them. he gave no trouble as they passed by.
the alley tween the buildings was ominous. many excellent hiding spots for ambushed. with the true seeing ruby of ehr belt clasp she watched as they walked thru. at the end the path opened up. a large portion of the town's population dwelt here. the section contained many run down looking buildings and simple shacks that classified as homes. in the center was a small open well and a crumbling statue. four ladies were there drawing water and chatting. other persons were about day-to-day chores. many eyes were on the well dressed group, scowls seen others ignorin them while some considered how they might make use of the outsiders.
opposite side of their entrance was another street, yet their stood a cloaked figure leaning against a wall looking as if asleep.
with a half smile Inrii, 'same old things', she thought. she was pretty sure that was the same figure who was their several years ago last time she was here.

((welcme to have something happen occur or what not, just dont jump tooo far ahead.))