"‘Quel undome taur'ohtar, " he responds after the elf has finished. "I do know some elven, although I have not practiced it for a good while, so I am a bit rusty. My apologies if I screw up later on and dont fully understand."

He looks towards the bellowing dwarf as he makes his entrance and demands and beckons him to join his table an two other companions. He also signals the waitress for another pitcher of ale. Leaving 5 gold pieces on the table with instruction to keep their pitcher full until they say enough.

Barely feeling a buzz yet, he looks as his 3 drinking partners to try and gauge how they are fairing.

"What are you drinking?" she says as she settles down on a bench at your table. Her eyes make contact with the ranger as she speaks."


When the serving girl comes over she looks to her. "Beer for me, your best. She looks back to the hooded figure with the wolf or wolf-dog companions and listens to his greeting.

"Greetings, I am Brianna, Brianna Stormwolf." She looks over the wolf. then offers, "Nice campanion. Useful in a fight. Plenty of power in those jaws. This is my sometimes companion, because he cannot figure out what he wants to do next." She points to the red dragonette on her shoulder. I call him Flame, for all the obvious reasons.

She matches the other at the table and introduces herself to them learning their names if they give them or not if they don't.

"My name is James Moore, but you may call me Logan. Interesting Dragonette you have there and the wolf is the rangers here." The hooded man begins, "The wolf belongs to Xuor here and I invited the dwarf over some time ago but he has of yet to make it this way. Seems he knows a few people here. As for me, I am form a far off place. I'm here because there is trouble coming and unless it is stopped here, it will reach where I live soon enough."

He looks at her very inquizitively before removing the hood from his head. Doing so reveals a young face, much younger than would have been guessed with the hood up, bearded, a mustache, both neatly groomed, and 3 barely noticable scars running diagnoly across his face. It is clear he has seen his fair share of battles. Then asks, "Have you felt the tug of evil at you very being as if something very bad was going to happen if something wasn't done about it? It is this feeling that has drawn me here."

Brianna waits for the others to speak first. Her golden eyes gaze around the table in a forthright manner. I am from Perdyse. A place you know not. As the last of my family I am ......" Brianna pauses. "I am a survivor."

Her voice drops a bit. " Flame is not a familiar. I have no magic ability, much to my mother's regret. My skills are with my weapons and my physical abilities. .

The bar is busy as locals come in for a nightly tankard after a long days work. Tales are told by retired adventurers and active adventures. The serving girls and lads are keep busy and about dinner time a girl comes to the table to announce the bill of fare for the day.

"There be lamb stew with vegetables, potatoes, and onions; roasted cadpon with cornbread stuffing; fresh trout, pan fried in butter with pan fires potatoes and onions. With dinner come a 1/4 loaf of bread, a hand of cheese and a pint of whatever you are drinking."

She looks about the table, "what is your pleasure?"

"I'll take some and bring enough for 6" Logan begins, "as there is one upstairs I suspect may join us later and we are still exspecting one other who has yet to arrive" Logan places another 5 gold pieces on the table for the waitress to take, "If that isn't enough to cover it, please let me know and remember to keep our pitchers full make it the best you have from here on out."

Logan looks around the table, then remember something, "Make it seven bowls, I'm sure our friend here" as he bets the wolf on the head and scratches him between the ears, "would like some of the fine stew aswell." He looks to Brianna and asks, "Would your dragonette like something aswell?"

Flame sort of slides down Brianna's long arm by coiling down and round it until he is on the table itself. His head was elongated compared to a true red dragon and his tiny horns were fluted and coiled in a slight S shape. He wiggled his ear fans in interest at the mention of food. His neck was long and his body was slender. His scales were ruby red, and almost like rubies as it seemed you could see through them. Underlying the clear red was the glitter of gold. (Think of the 50 and a hot rod done in Candy Apple Red over gold metalflake.) His tail was also long and slender.

"See, Bri," Flame turns his head and looks up at her, "he feeds me."

"Since when does a Varan Sham go hungry." come a soft voice from beside the group.

Lorae slides into a chair and looks about the table, noting the 3 strangers drinking with Brianna.

She is simply dressed in the same gray outfit as before. but this time she seems to be toned down, at least few of the customers were staring at her.

"Good evening, I have not had the pleasure of hearing your names."

The dwarf never being one to pass up a free meal because you never know when it could be your last joins them at the table.

"Names Highnar Goldblade srry about the wait I was talking to some people about a boy I meet on the way here. Im done with that for now so am all yours now."

He sits down and starts drinking.

Brianna turns her head. see scrathes the drgonette behind the ear fan. Since when have I not fed you ever since you attached yourself to me?" oh my tiny scaled friend."

As the swearf approaches Brianna watches him out of the corner of her ey until she realizes he is headed to their table. Well Met then Goldblade. a fitting name for a dwarf." Brianna listens to his brief tale.

"A boy on the road? Why should that be of such interest? Surely there are many who travel the road."

Raising his right eyebrow as he watches the Flame slide down Brianna's arm and then speak. "Had I known you could speak, I would have asked you directly Flame. My apologies and what would you like?"


"Good Evening Lorae", Logan starts off, "I am james "Logan Moore, but you may call me Logan."


"Evening Highnar Goldblade, you could have taken your time. We are in no real hurry as we still await another that I have forseen. You may call me Logan aswell."

Just then, Logan appears to drift off, as if in a trance, as a low glow starts to surround him. Just as quickly as it happens, it goes away. Blinking his eyes as if to remoisten them, logan begins again. "Hmmm, it appears we may have yet another to join us later."

Turning back to Goldblade, "I'm appologize for that, but please do tell us about this boy you ran into. What did he look like? Did you recogonize him from around here? Did he appear lost or out of place? He didn't by chance look unkept, not well fed but yet full of life and energy that wouldn't stop?"

When the Dwarf gives his name, Lorae looks from him to Brainna, and back. Could it be that fate had provided a another to fulfill the Prophecy.

And this Xuor, he had the scars that would fulfill that part of the Prophecy as well. The Light moved in mysterious ways, rebuilding the team that would confront the Dark Lord himself.

Soon the table is groaning with platters of bread, butter cheeses, a pot of honey. The bread is warm, just out of the oven and the cheese is ripe. Another tray has 6 large bowls of steaming stew. A pitcher of beer and one of ale is set on the table and 2 more flagons if needed.

"which one isss mine? Which one isss mine? Flame circled around the bowls looking into them, "Briannnnnnnna, which one isss for meeeeee?