Turis handed out the drinks, pushing one over to Korick. Korick frowned and shook his head. "I'm not allowed to drink alcohol."
"Oh right," Quaron grabbed the drink away from Korick. "Humble-boy here is a priest. It's against their beliefs to drink. So, I guess that means more for me!"
Seria grabbed the drink from Quaron's hand and gave it back to the bartender. "It's better to keep you as sober as possible."
"So tell me," Turis took a sip of the brew, staring hard at Daelian. "Whose idea was it to actually try and take action?"
Daelian stared back at him, not afraid to look him in the eyes. "It was mine. People have joined me from the beginning of my journey, and this is what we have. After this, I'm not going to worry much about the people in the group. If you come with us, I'm sure we'll have enough. We'll head back to the guild of the Faye and move east from there."
"Why move east?" Orehne asked, speaking for the first time.
"After some searching, I found that the main power of the Shadows seem to come from that direction away from the Faye clan," Daelian explained. "I'm fairly sure they aren't just an army with no leader. They have to have some reason for all they do. So we head to the spot where most of the power comes from. We might find the leader there."
"And you're willing to risk your life to do this?" Turis asked, his eyes burning into Daelian.
"I have no qualms about dying," Daelian said flatly. "It doesn't scare me. I watched my brother die out on the field. And I'd prefer dying for a good cause than to die just laying in bed with people around me."
"So you're serious about this then?" Turis looked amused.
"Completely," Daelian responded, her face emotionless.
Turis nodded his head and turned to his two friends. Orehne looked down, thinking hard about it. Kosede nodded at Turis and Turis turned back to Daelian. He looked at her for a moment, his eyes burning into her. He finally smiled and stood up, extending his hand to her.
"We are at your service," he bowed slightly.
Daelian stood up and took his hand, her face still solemn. "I thank you."
"So then," Quaron stood up and smiled. "For the formal introductions. To start, we have Daelian, the youngest of the Faye here. She's good at magic and hand to hand combat. She's wonderful with a sword. And I, Quaron, am obviously a Faye as well. I'm good with witty banter."
"And cheap thrills," Seria said under her breath.
"Did you want to go next?" Quaron looked at her, grinning.
"Not much to say," she frowned. "I'm Seria. Everyone else knows. It's these two I'm wondering about."
Korick turned to see that she was pointing to him and Sila. "Oh, well, I'm Korick, from the clan of Priests. I haven't really gone out of my town, so this is stepping out my comfort zone."
"But he has a thing for Daelian," Quaron grinned. "So he's going to stick around."
"Shut up," Daelian elbowed Quaron in the stomach.
"And I'm Sila!" Sila broke into the conversation. "Spelled S-I-L-A, pronounced like Sie-la. I'm a little thief, as Korick said it. And I'm part of the Druid clan."
Korick looked at her in confusion, wondering why she had to do the name thing. "You're a strange little thing, aren't you?"
"My goal in life is to confuse people," Sila smiled. "Obviously I have succeeded. My work here is done."
"Gather weapons and rest up," Seria stood up. "We leave at Dawn."
To be continued...
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