Negotiation with the Vanaras.

Turlagh read over the letter once again. It had been some time since he had any dealings with the Path, although he wasn't familiar with this Fineforce fellow. He seemed to remember there being some sort of odd clown in the Wayward Paths ranks?

 He takes a minute to look around the sizeable quarters he had been given in Arlen's temple. Recovery since his strange library incident had been quick, but he was starting to feel a bit cooped up.  Research on his parents cult had been slow and frustrating, and while Arlen and Zakryk were worried about his health he was eager to practice his new abilities out in the field.  Sighing, he folds up the note and stuffs it in one of his pockets before whistling sharply. A small creature that resembled a weasel painted in moving starmaps darted out from under the bed, and then floated up and alighted itself on Turlagh's shoulder.

"Well, we'd better let Arlen know where we're headed off to, eh Fluffsy?"

The weasel only looked at him in response, and Turlagh frowned just a bit. Since the "angel" had taken over his hand and Fluffsy had changed his appearance, the weasel no longer spoke to Turlagh like he used to.  Turlagh could still feel Fluffsy's emotions empathetically, but the back and forth and trading of insults that they had once shared was gone.  

Turlagh will let Arlen know of his plans before heading to the Wayward Path bookstore location in Rooke, intending to test his abilities and hopefully be able to make both Arlen and Miere proud by doing what was right.

Kanir awakens in his bed at the tavern in Chapune. He rubs his head and winces a bit as his fingers touch a particularly tender spot. Seems like it will still be a while before the wounds from those cave-creatures are completely healed. "Clearly, I need more training," he mutters to himself. "What would Captain Grog say if he knew how easily those things caught me by surprise?"

He goes through his morning exercises, as he has done every day since he first started combat school.  But unlike his former classmates, he also spends some time studying his spellbook, devoting just as much effort to his mental exercises as he does to his physical ones.  His routine complete, he heads to the main room to order breakfast and check the job board.

"Hmm, looks like the Wayward Path is hiring again," he says to himself after reading the newest posting.  This time, it's some kind of diplomatic mission.  Kanir would prefer a job with more action, but there's nothing else of interest on the board.  Oh well, these diplomats are usually the squishy type; maybe they'll take him along as a bodyguard.

However, the message also says that the Path wants a group.  Having seen firsthand some of the "natives" of Chapune already, he feels that that's a wise request.  He glances around the room but doesn't see any of his previous companions, or anyone else who looks capable in a fight, for that matter.  He sighs, "I guess I'll just stick around here until someone else shows up."  He retrieves his staff from his room and heads outside to practice his combat drills.

Tomas trod down the dirt road, one hand petting his war-cat as the other held the flier up to be reread for what must have been the hundredth time. With the issues in the Forrest driving him out this was a first and very important chance to gain allies as well as the money required to get somewhere to sleep inside. With a sigh he slips the flier into his armor and looks up the scan his surrounding, long years of living among unruly beasts making sure his senses were sharp. with no immediate threats he lets his mind wander a bit to how far he still has to walk.

Covered in dirt from the road Tomas walks into the meeting place listed on the flier, slowly looking around and waiting for someone to tell him what to do.

A tengu with a notched beak, in dusty grey and green robes, took ship to Chapune. He hadn't heard very much about the job, but he suspected there would be a linguistic component, and his recent studies of Necril and Undercommon led him to desire the study of a language that knew what air felt like. The languages of the underdark were products of their environment, and he was curious to compare them to the speech of the Chapunian natives.

Arriving at the temporary tavern, Taicho recognized only Talon, and moved to greet his periodic accomplice, jerking his head solemnly.
"Talon, perhaps we should survive this contract for a change of pace. What do you think of that for a plan?"

{{As Talon walks into the Adventurer Management Building he is greeted by a boy behind the counter. "Ahh, H-Hello sir, how can I help you today?" he says while trying to ignore Talon's half-eaten face.}}

Talon speaks up, stating "I heard you were interested in hiring adventurers for work, I'd be more than happy to offer my services. Your notice didn't say much in the way of what was required, but I'm like to believe I'm a rather skilled Cleric, in both magical and non-magical healing, as well as various combat and utility spells and skills." After this, he performs a small bow. "And, the face is a reminder. I received this damage on my first foray into Salisara, near the start of my adventuring career. It is useful in both reminding myself on how far I've come, and how far I still have to go."

Turlagh frowns slightly at the unexpected response. He doesn't say anything else and will follow the Tiefling to the back room. He briefly considers using one of his new minor hexes on the fellow, just to bring him a bit of bad luck, but decides better and just silently wonders where the other receptionist went. It was taking more restraint than he had expected to refrain from using his new gifts all willy-nilly. He knew he had to act responsibly, but sometimes he just wanted to have a little fun. He'll plaster a false smile on his face as he heads to the portal, and in his head he'll imagine the satisfaction of cursing out the very rude receptionist.

As Kanir chats with Taicho, he notices the unusually dirty man enter the tavern. Or more specifically, he notices the large cat that accompanies him and the paper he carries in his hand. This one is obviously not the usual sort of rabble that frequents the tavern.

Kanir motions him over. "Hello sir. Are you, by chance, here about this Wayward Path job?"

Tomas looks up at the called question his eyes taking a moment to focus on the one who called out "Uhm yes i believe i am." He walks over to Him a bit sheepishly "I take it that means your also here for a job? My names Tomas." he hold out his hand.

Kanir shakes Tomas's hand. "I've been working for the Wayward Path here for a few months now. They pay well enough, if you're looking for some coin. Usually it's just hunting the various beasts that inhabit this island and threaten the outpost. This job seems different, though, some sort of diplomatic thing. I don't suppose you know much about the natives around here?"

When Sev jumps down and introduces himself to the other two, Kanir narrows his eyes and grunts derisively at the snub. Who does this little goblin think he is?

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The Tiefling teen proceeds to open the portal to the Grand Library and then gesture towards the portal. "Have fun in Chapune. Come back soon." he says, although Turlagh can sense a bit of sarcasm in the way he said it. Once in the Grand Library Turlagh can easily get someone to open the next portal that leads to Chapune or he can stay and chat with people in the Library.


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"Oh, sorry for the confusion sir. It's just I was expecting a group, however it is fine for you to sit here while you wait," the boy behind the desk says, seeming genuinely apologetic. "We have some water over there if you would like a drink while you wait," the boy says and gestures to a device with some cups next to it.

A little confused, Turlagh will just smile and say the following before stepping through. "Cheer up lad, you ain't gonna make many friends that way.  Maybe try practicin some magic or weapon drills while your back there, give ya something else ta do.  I'll see ya round, friend."

He'll hurry through the portal to Chapune without greeting any of the other Path members, eager to see who else may have responded to the inquiry.

Coming through the portal and heading straight to the tavern, the other inhabitants will see a short, red haired boy with a mithral breastplate and backpack.  His hair is tussled, his eyes are strangely dark and he has a weasel-like black creature perched on his shoulder.  

Seeing a familiar goblin standing at a table with a group of people, Turlagh will yell out in greeting . "Sev!!!" He will approach and rapidly sign a quick greeting in common, asking about how Sev is doing and thanking him yet again for saving his life.  He'll turn to the rest of the group and switch back to regular common.

"Greetings, all!  Name's Turlagh, Turlagh Sweeney.    I assume all of you are here for the Wayward Path job?"

Turlagh will turn to Sev. "Och, you surprised em didn't ya? Yeah he's a quiet one, he's always disappearin real stealth-like. He's a good man ta have on your side though, and he's one o them few warriors thats still got a since o' honor."

Turning back to the group, he'll greet each other member in turn. "Oh yeah, I'd be happy ta join if you'll have me." His eyes stop at Tomas, and up close you can see little flecks of abnormally bright light shining in his otherwise black pupils.  Turlagh seems to size him up for a second, and takes in the large cat at his side before beaming widely. "AH, you wouldn't happen ta be a druid by any chance wouldja? Where ya come from lad?"