C.A.R.P.S.

*Kimberlyn walks into the Inn even more disturbed then she was yesterday as she looks around.*

Anyone seen Nyhtrak?

*From his place curled up in the rafters*

Something's taken an interest in me and I don't like it. Just gotta keep repeating: 'Maybe they pay well. Maybe they pay well.'

"I'm thinking that maybe alot of drinking will help. I can't think of any situation I've been in where a head full of ale didn't help thing out greatly."
Bombour thinks a moment.

"Well there was one, but that's better left not talked about."

You two are feeling this whatever it is as well. I wanted to check in with Nyhtrak and see if he is feeling this as well.

To whomever or whatever is looking in, I am not liking this one bit.

*Lands at the bar in a flutter of feathers*

Ya know, normally I like to keep a clear head - unless someone's paying me to cloud it up, of course. But I think you're on to something there, Bombar. Maybe deadening the senses might-

*Looks sharply left, then right*

... reduce this 'watcher' sensation. Looking for strength and quantity, here, Bombar.

"I don't like this feeling either, but that can't be helped. It seems quite obvious to me what is happening.
Re-read your prophecy. We ARE being watched. We have probably been watched for quite some time. How else can the Red Tear stay so safe? We do the same thing, only our sentries in the towers don't use magic to see further than is natural.

You know, the more I think about the evils of this world the more I understand how victories are won. Unity. If the Red Tear has all these powerful people and items, then why haven't they crushed us all? Simple. They can't conduct a successful operation because they are all so worried about "one-up'ing" the next person and about who is backstabbing who.

What ever is coming, we know this....if we don't stop crawling up eachother's backs to.... well we have to start ignoring eachother's snide comments and stop rubbing salt in wounds. We have to work together or we will all perish in their pestilent and twisted visions."

Mary gathers up the papers and notes that she has been flipping through and writing on. She straightens the stacks and files them in her satchel.
"Oh, yeah....STOP paying dark robed extortionists for information which should be free to the known world!"

Throwing a tip into Bombour's jar and giving him a wink, she rises and walks out of the Inn.

She is correct and we all logically know that.

From the feelings we have all be experiencing, something is coming and it will be something big. Will put that night the necromancer came into town to hunt down Aurora and her essence friend to shame.

*Daniel walks into the inn smelling of sulfur and goes over to the bar to address his favorite bar keep in Fantara!


"Bombar, you ever get the feeling your being watched? I'll take two please...."