Snippet #1512863

"I really shouldn't stay here much longer. I don't want to bring down anybody's good times." Fae chewed something that tasted vaguely like an almond and shook her head, ignoring the swimming sensation before swallowing and speaking.

"Oh, that'sh no problem. I don't think you ruin thingsh." It took her a second to resister the slight briskness in Duran's tone, though, and it was obvious when it finally dawned on her. "Oh- oooh. Thish ish one of those timesh when someone saysh shomething polite when they want to leave. Tala told me about thish. Don't let me keep you here- shorry."

Deciding that she should probably do something nice to make up for her egregious breach of personal etiquette, Faera stood a bit too quickly and made her way (surprisingly gracefully... for a first-time drunk) to the door and hauled it open, dropping into an exaggerated bow, which really just ended with her smacking her head into the door on her way up. "Oww..." she groaned, rubbing at the spot.

The fresh air, as it turned out, hit her like a brick wall, and she couldn't really decide if she'd rather run outside and get herself drenched or retreat to the warmth of the taphouse and the company. Either way the contrast was doing unpleasant things to her stomach, and she swooned slightly, listing slightly in one direction in an effort to keep her feet. "I... don't feel sho good..." she informed the empty air in her general vicinity.

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Neira had to admit, Thanaros was more knowledgeable about these things than she would have thought. The past half-hour had been spent in discussion of the finer points of meditation and possible channels and side-effects for psionic powers. Apparently, he used his bones themselves, and she was already contemplating the effectiveness of using her ark shell for the same purpose. It was resistant to magic, of course, but the Power Within was not the same thing, and from experience she knew that the resistance did not hold, at least not discernibly. It would be useful to be able to channel directly to her hands and feet, arms and legs, which was where that exoskeleton was concentrated.

Of course, there was apparently a good deal more work to be done before she had time to worry about externally manifesting power. The intangibles had to be dealt with first. She was a quick study, being the sort with experience that easily outpaced her knowledge. Therefore, the basics were easy, like filling in holes in her knowledge she hadn't even known were there.

They were interrupted, though, as they left the residential district and approached what looked to be some form of part. Neira's tremor sense picked up on nearby motion, and she pressed herself to the wall of the nearest building, Thanaros smart enough to follow suit. It was good that they had; she watched with mild interest as a small mob of what appeared to be ordinary townsfolk passed by, led by an oddly-garbed Child. Interesting, she thought to her companion, raising an eyebrow.

Thanaros frowned. Should we follow?

Oh, most definitely. And follow they did, keeping a decent distance behind and unseen until the group of them stopped. Neira poked her head out from behind the shop cart she was ducked behind. It looked like... Wrath (minus that trinket she felt quite the abnormal animosity towards), plus that dark elf assassin Talae and the Deep Human- something Coney or something. She was usually pretty bad with names unless she had an extremely important reason to remember them. Like Xeron.

Let's cut the stealth crap. I'm a monk, not an assassin. He shrugged his indifference, and the two stepped out behind the mob, Neira flexing her armored knuckles. "Oh, look. We've made some friends..."