The Weary Traveller

[bedevere]

*Aquarius nods, and takes the indicated seat*

So, how have things gone here? Since last week, with all the fuss, of course...

[quillkeeper]

*The Traveller returns to his seat.*

"All things considered life has carried on as normal. Surprising little heed has been paid to the events and people, whilst slightly on edge, are carrying on their daily lives."

[bedevere]

Well, given how active the gods have been in the last few years, and the interest they have taken in the heroes, it is almost becoming commonplace that any time the heroes gather, so do the gods.

After all, the day I was killed, there were at least three gods about, if I recall...

[quillkeeper]

*In a rare display of emotion The Traveller smiles ruefully.*

"I know of two, I also died that day, but I am not sure if you will know of that fact."

[bedevere]

I know. I have the memories of the spear, as well as my less physical part.

The three I know of were Asternia, Silver, and Kan Slaar. A most interesting individual...

[quillkeeper]

*The Traveller finishes his drink.*

"Who? Kan Slaar? I would be forced to agree. We have a grudging respect for one another. I stood fast alone against him over the body of a fallen."

[bedevere]

I met him again here last week. He seemed intruiged that I was out of the hopewastes as I am, but said something that I am still wondering about...

He might have something I can help with...

[quillkeeper]

"I met him here as well, I had an amusing time with his staff. Something I believe that he was half expecting."

*He motions over the barman.*

"Would you gentlemen care for a beverage on the house."

*He pauses, looking at Aquarius.*

"I'm sorry, I forgot your condition."

[bedevere]

There are two ways I can drink still, actually. If I am close to the destruction of something, a ghost image of it lingers, that I can consume as you could normal food or drink. I discovered this by accident, a while back.

[bauldin]

A man runs into the tarvern, he is looking very weary like he has been running a long time and goes and talks to the barman, quite loudly

Have you heard Hopeslayers with glooms, and they are coming this way

The barman replies

Here calm yourself down have a small drink then tell me everything because if Glooms are coming this way I will have to recommend to Traveller that we move everything

**Runner**

[bauldin]

A figure walks into the bar there is a dark cloak over him obscuring everything about the person, the person goes to the barman and gets a drink, hands the barman a note, the persons hand has a distnict tint to it and leaves for a table in the corner the barman looks at the back of cloak slightly confused as the drink did not cost as much as the person had given the barman


The figure sits at the table and just watches while drinking the drink

[Gumboots]

Over the day people come and go some looking in the direction of the stranger and others ignoring it. Rumour started to spread and more and more people stayed clear of him more and more. Children were playing outside one of the windows and one steps up to the window and stairs in. Soon most of them are looking in at the new stranger, their curiosity clear, they wanted to know who or what it was but unable to go in and have a good look so the window was the best option.

[bauldin]

The person just sits there either oblivious to what was going on or ignored it all, after about 5 hours of having sat there the hooded figure goes up to the barman and idicates for another drink paying again slightly less than last time the hooded figure goes and sits back down

[Gumboots]

The children are scurried away from the window by their parents. The hooded man recieves a visit from a bar maid.

"Do ya want any grub sir?"

[bauldin]

in a voice that is ambiguous

what makes you think I am a sir

and please bring me a plate of something edible

the hooded figure reaches up an pulls his hood slightly further over its hand is covered