Abandoned By Time

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Loyd bolts up as soon as he hears the bell. Being one of the first in line, his grumpy demeanor quickly rights itself into a bright and smiling face. Thanking the servers he barely even waits till he is out of the line when he starts scarfing down the food. He finds the first empty enough table to sit at. Not a single break in eating as he does so.
 
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Carmen laughs as Loyd hurries off, soon joining him in line and humming some old shanty to herself as they slowly shuffle forwards. While the food wouldn't normally be inspiring, she grew up on simple fare, and as soon as she has her plate she tucks into it with almost as much energy as Loyd. "Yourlooph--" She swallows. "You're looking starved. Don't worry, I'm probably not gonna steal it from you," she jokes, clapping the man on the back as she runs ahead to claim an empty table for them and whoever else might want to join them.
 
Loyd just continues eating, not stopping until completely finished. "That was amazing." He sits back, a small smile on his face. "I was starving. And youd be surprised how many use to do that at my last work." He sighs, "Glad im out of that shit hole."
 
After Loyd sits down, a heavy folder hits the table in front of him, then another plate of food is slid in front of him. Orthion doesn't smile at the miner but he doesn't sneer either, there is a look of inquisitive use in his eyes. The high elf doesn't sit, standing near the table instead. "If you do not slow down, you will choke before we start work tomorrow. I need your eyes on that. Tell me what you make of the plans. You need to look through the strata and the schematics. I want someone that is honest to tell me what they think. If you do not know how to read plans I can show you how." Orthion thinks for a moment and resigns himself to being at least somewhat social, this one at least seems useful. "And your name."
 
Loyd raises an eyebrow at the elf, when he doesnt say anything he starts eating the food quickly, before righting himself and eating slowly. "I can read plans and all that, dont worry." He takes the folder flipping through it carefully. "My names Loyd Digger, pleasure to be at your service." He grins as he takes another bite.
 
Orthion nods once, committing it to memory but makes no reaction or joke. Humans all had such stupid, inelegant names anyway. He turns to leave but stops for a second. "Come to my tent when you have looked through it. Bring your compatriot if you must." He makes a small, dismissive motioning gesture towards Carmen and stalks off back to his tent to eat, not caring that the food was simple or below what he usually ate at Kestialmir. Whilst he was eating he looks over and sees that one of his gloves is dirty and he frowns, when could that have happened, why not the other one. He sighs, he would enjoy this simplicity if it wasn't all full of so many small annoyances.
 
Intrigued, Carmen only just opens her mouth to start asking where Loyd last worked when the folder suddenly crashes into the table and cuts that line of conversation short. She looks from the plans to the food to the Councilmember, the oddness of it all making the corners of her mouth twitch. "And I'm --" she begins, hand outstretched, only to grab thin air as the elf sweeps away. She lets it drop, glaring at his back. "All right then. Next time his tent can stay unmoored. Maybe his attitude'll improve if it blows away in the night." Since she's already gone to the effort of standing, she perches on the end of the table, arms folded. "But he didn't call you 'boy'," she shrugs.
 
“Maybe we should be giving the wind a little helping hand.” Rhys’ smile is a curve full of mischief as he approaches the little table. “I’d say I don’t mean to intrude, but that would be a lie. I just couldn’t help but see what happened. The councilman doesn’t seem to be very well-mannered, does he?”

In one hand, the eladrin is holding a plate, though he seems to either have lost the steaks or never had them in the first place. In the other he holds a mug of water. “Mind if I join you? Most of the other tables are taken, I’m afraid.”
 
"He gave me food, hes forgiven in my books." Loyd continues looking through the folder. He sighs, looking at the tent, his voice going softer. "I do agree his attitude needs to change. But you cant expect it overnight. His role here will help him, dont worry." He slides his plate between him and Carmen, allowing her to eat off of it if she wants.
He looks up at the eladrin, nodding. "I aint stoppin you,"
 
Carmen swivels around to see the eladrin coming, her expression changing in an instance. "Absolutely you can join us," she says, tapping one of the empty seats with the heel of her boot. Noticing the plate of food Loyd pushed her way, she flashes him a wide smile and grabs a bit of baked potato, parting it with her fingers as she tucks in. With her free, mostly clean hand she reaches towards the colourful newcomer. "I'm Carmen, and this is Loyd. What's your name?"
 
“Thank you!” Rhys puts his mug and plate down before settling down into the seat, ankle of one foot balanced on his knee. “Ah. Hm. Forgot the cutlery.” He reaches inside his boot nad takes out a dagger. He’s about to stab it into a baked potato when he pauses and snaps his fingers. “<Cleanse>” he orders the dagger before spearing a potato.

“You may call me Rhys,” he says, smiling. He waves his potato’d dagger around as he talks. “Pleasure to meet you both. So what’s your poison? What’re you here for? Fame? Money?” He pops the potato into his mouth after he finish talking, his bright eyes on Loyd and Carmen.
 
Nerirel continued to watch everyone within the camp from her secluded spot in the corner of the camp. She barely moved from her position as the day turned into the evening. Once the catering got set up however she got up from the ground and stretched. She had been watching the actions of a few people in particular, mostly the councilman and the people he interacted with. She hissed through her breath whenever he talked to anybody, his attitude put shame to the elven race. Nerirel didn't completely understand what he did in his day to day life, but she didn't feel the need to. Once everyone had gathered to eat it became harder to pick out certain voices within the noise of everyone talking. Nerirel decided that if she wanted to continue snooping she would have to go nearer to the catering area. The thought of it bugged her, but the information she was gathering was interesting enough that she forced herself to walk towards the catering tables as quietly as she could. Once she got there she found the emptiest table on the edge of the area, and then sat down and continued to silently watch everyone while she ate her own rations.
 
Unaware of the wood elf watching on, Carmen looks up at the darkening sky and taps her foot. "Hmm... well, that's not an easy question to answer," she muses, though her voice has an obvious theatricality to it. After a few moments of contemplation she looks back down at Rhys and spreads her arms. "Both of those, really. And maybe some good company, new stories, a little romance... whatever I can get out of that mine, I'll get." She steals a bit of steak from the offered plate and chews it as she continues. "What about you two? What are your grand purposes for being here?"
 
“Ah, so adventure then!” Rhys nods. “That’s a good goal, mmhm.” He pops another baked potato into his mouth and chews, covering his mouth with his hand for a few moments.

The eladrin leans his head on his hand, palm propping up chin. “Me? I’m here for hm, how do I put this? I figured going underground literally and figuratively would be a good idea. I had a...disagreement with a local lord that got a little out of hand.” He shrugs, smiling sheepishly. “So I figured, best wait for things to cool down, yeah?”
 
Loyd looks up from the folder at the question. "I just want a better life, some money to eat. All im here for really. On the way Ill be able to help some people." He takes another bite from their shared plate.
 
The tiefling, while sullen, walked up to the table and sat down near Loyd and Carmen. He cut his steak into two pieces and gave the other piece to Loyd. "While I don't think 'his 'bleeding majesty' appreciates you or what you've done, thank you. There is a time and place for each action and reaction. I should not have allowed his behavior to ruffle me so, nor taken the steps that I did." Motioning to the steak, "you'll need some meat on your bones as we go down the mines. I feel that there will be more down there than we can think or expect."
 
A bell chimes out from the center of the room and Eovard climbs upon a table in the middle of the room and everything falls from a dull roar to quiet within the room. "It looks like we've got a good group of people here, my men and I have counted about 80 in all and boy are we glad you're all here! Tomorrow we start work, I'm hoping you'' all be ready by 8 am tomorrow so we can split you all up into squads. I want to take a minute to address some concerns people have had as well. First of all, do not worry, these tents are not permanent, I do plan on hiring some men to build some barracks for us to all stay in, those will help especially when it starts getting too cold for a tent in a few months. Mining shifts will last for eight hours, don't worry, as a foreman and previous miner myself, I know how hard work can be" at that, a few of the men around the room let out cheers, after waiting a moment, Eovard continues "So my friends, I want you to know that you will have off days, you can visit the nearby town or even quit whenever you want, I am not keeping you here. You can Visit Dornwald, Cardend, or even Bullmar from here at only a few days travel. I look forward to all of you working with us out here. Here's to great finds and sucess!" With that, he throws a hand up, this time clutching one of the ale tankards before knocking it back and sitting down, the rest of the tent following in suit with an uproar as the sun fades in the distance.
 
Nerirel sighs, unable to hear the conversation between the group of people who conversed with the councilman. The loud talking and drinking around her causes her to loose her focus, and it frustrates her that she has to be around all these people. Suddenly she turns into a thin black spider with long legs, and begins to make her way stealthily over to the table she had been watching. She crawls up the leg of the table and goes to the middle of the underside of the table. Here she can listen to everything that was being said, without it being lost in the myriad of other noises going on.
 
While reflecting on his discussion with Eovard, X'oreen reflected on the day... 'getting docked a 1/2 day's pay for loosening some ties seemed steep, but at least I still have a job.' I have to keep this position.' "Careful little one, this isn't a place for a pretty thing like you. I don't think that you'll catch many flies around here." X'oreen very carefully cups his hand around the spider and rising carefully to avoid harming the delicate creature. He walks over near the farthest fence and carefully places the spider against the railing. "You need to be more careful little one. People don't always show compassion or consideration."
X'oreen takes a slow walk around the camp as he reflects on the day before heading towards the tent near Loyd's original campsite.
 
Nerirel shifts back into her normal self as soon as X'oreen leaves. She says a word in undercommon quietly to herself before huffing and looking back at the table. She casts detect magic on herself, then through sheer willpower she forces herself to walk up to the table. She sits down at the corner, away from everyone else. "My name is Nerirel Galanodel. I already know who you are, so no need to make introductions. I seem to be the only one here with any real experience in the underdark, and as such I will be your guide to the types of things you will find down there. Please continue your conversations, act like I'm not here." Her words are steady, but you can tell that she isn't used to being around so many people, or even talking to people at all.
 
Rhys raises an eyebrow as the woman joins their table. His first instinct is to address her— she is a wood elf, and as such he feels obliged to make conversation with her. Instead he only raises his hand, flashing her a smile and a wave.

“So,” he says instead, addressing those who remain at the table, “what are your plans now dinner is over? Settle in for the night or something else?”
 
Loyd looks up to the wood elf as she sits. He speaks up in undercommon. <"Glad to have you."> He coughs, looking over to Rhys, switching back to common. "Well councilman asked me to his tent after I finish reading this folder. Which im almost done with. Than it is to sleep. Or as much as i can get. After i pray of course."
 
Orthion goes back to his tent, thinking heavily on things. He sits in his chair and picks up the needlework he had been working on during his journey, a small crest of Rumafil. The repetitive nature of the sewing helping focus his mind. The odd noises and closed branch mine held his attention most of all, naturally he would need a group of people to take down there with him. The human boy Digger was a must of course, it was so rare to find a human with admirable qualities. Despite himself he smiled in the dusk of his tent entrance, very rare indeed. Maybe he could rope that arrogant tiefling pup along too, everyone needs a canary they can kick into danger now and again. As for the rest, it didn't matter as long as they were competent. He'd make sure they were well compensated, useful or not, it was sure to be dangerous work. Looking down at the needlework he frowned, passable but good enough never really was, was it?
 
After letting out a mighty cheer along with the rest of the tent, Carmen sits back down and slides the rest of the sharing-plate towards Loyd. As hungry as he seemed to be earlier, she'd feel guilty otherwise. She takes a good deal of time pondering Rhys's question, probably the longest stretch of time that any of the group present have seen her being quiet.

"I'm not sure just yet," she finally answers. "Probably stay awake for a little longer, go socialise with the others." Despite the wood elf's request, she can't help but turn and give her a lopsided grin. "And I'd love to hear a little more from Nerirel, if she'd like to say anything. No pressure, of course," she adds breezily.
 
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“You’re really listening to that dick, huh?” Rhys says, with barely veiled amusement. He’s leaning forward on the table now, head in his palm again. “Unbelievable. Assholes waltzes in like he owns the place. Guys like him...” He doesn’t finish his sentence, but shakes his head.

He turns to Carmen. “If you’re looking for company, I’m figuring it’s worth seeing if there’s a party. So if anything, I’ll be up for a bit.” He smiles. “Pros of only having to trance.” He glances at Nerirel, curious whether or not she’d talk.
 
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