Fantasy Athenia

[Peckinou]

Yukaran Arclip
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Yukaran looked more towards their nails than Velar, she still had both her feet stuck up on the table though she did eagerly listen to what they had to say,finding information to be enlightening at least. Though she did raise a eye brow at him being a sorta Geldanster clearly never hearing that one before and she did read her fair share of dark books. Though she was respectful enough to keep quite while he was speaking at least, though she did grow disappointed with the fact he held little information on the supposed Demon Slayer, finding information to always be a bit useful. Though waiting for too long wasn't really something she liked to do since she typically likes to gather information on people through battling them and if they prove to be too tuff to handle she would just flee and think over their battle before coming back to them more prepared. Though her interest did increase when he said there was a war coming, even bothering to make eye contact with him when he said that, and his finally point did ring to be pretty true in her ears. If he could of tracked her than there was defiantly a good likely hood others would be able to do the same and fighting large groups were not something she wanted to do, sure their was a likely chance she could scare off a few of her pursuers if they came but enough to make it so that she can actually kill them all would be pushing their luck quite a bit.

She let out a long sigh as she mused over what he said and spoke up "I suppose you do make a good final point, i guess i might decide to join you." she said letting that hang in the air for a moment before bringing her feet off the table with a loud thump. "But, you should know that if you ever decide to try to piss me off i won't hesitate to kill you." as she said that she looked him straight in the eyes as her hounds pounded on the table, her eyes darkened to the point of revealing her demonic nature, the smile on her face showed that she would enjoy ever minute of killing him. As a aura fear started pouring out from her ,giving danger signals to anyone within 5 yards of them her hands started glowing a bright lime green as she prepared to speak towards him "You know what, maybe killing you anyways would be fun, im sure you aren't the only one looking for a some army of demons to work for you, maybe i will even be able to force whatever group you amassed into working for me." She was clearly use to doing this ,preferring to drive fear into someone to gauge their reaction, it was usually what she did to everyone and was the main driving force to if she would decide to kill someone or not. She locked her eyes onto velar as if trying to get a read on their reaction, as she was now debating on weather or not to try to kill him or join him either way she was going to enjoy these next few minutes to say the least.​

 

[TheBeemo]

It had been a while since someone put trust in him this quickly. It made him feel good, but most of all it made him feel uneasy. The elf felt like he could trust her, but he didn't want to put himself too near the situation. She smiled and welcomed him more. After she dropped her hand, he pulled it back and formed it into a fist, laying on his lap. It was just that he didn't want to meddle too much with all this and he felt like he should let her know beforehand. 'I am glad you find braveness within me, but don't rely too much on me." He sat straight and felt confident. He relied on himself, but with others relying on him as well it became more....complicated. "I trust you, but this trust isn't edged into stone," His eyes gazed at hers, his purple gaze piercing. This was just like him. The elf could be friendly and almost warm hearted one moment and switching completely the next second. He still wanted to fight next to her, but not for her. He did this on his own accord.

Onvyr just wanted to say his goodbyes, avoiding questioning eyes and maybe take a stroll through the forest. Well he participated to join her cause and he was a man of honor, believing in keeping promises, but the thought of getting too involved didn't do too much for him. He lifted himself up from the bench when a man came around the corner, bringing a smell with him that watered Onvyr's mouth. . “Try this instead, far better then the runny cabbage water you were eating previously“. It was soup and it smelled absolutely delicious, indeed better then the soup Lux had been eating. "I will take 2 bowls please.' The words left his mouth before thinking, seemed like he thought with his stomach. The elf put his hands in his pockets and grabbed some silver to hand over to the guy. "They are both for me." He continued, glancing quickly towards the white haired elf. Food could brighten his whole day, it was a miracle that he didn't become fat yet. Maybe that was the real magic of being an elf.

 

[cleopatraa]

Lux​

Lux offered up a simple shrug and flashed him another smile. “I would never ask anyone to blindly trust me. I ask nothing from you but the chance for you to venture with me and make the decision on whether or not you believe this cause is worth fighting for—you have my word.” She promised solemnly. His hesitation was expected—it was genuine, and it further peaked her interest in the tall elf. He seemed like a thoughtful ally—perhaps he would be able to provide advice from a different perspective in the future.

As Onvyr began to stand, Lux slid her hood back over her head, preparing to say her goodbyes before a rather tall—almost too tall—red haired man appeared in front of them. Lux blinked slowly, looking up. She was taken back by his towering height—but as he spoke, she found her eyes drifting to the pot of soup that seemed to be magically stirring on it’s own.

She was full from her meal but the aroma was mouth watering and she found herself nodding eagerly as the bowl was thrust into her lap. Bringing the bowl to her lips, Lux took a ginger sip, her eyes widening as she tasted the delicacy offered to her. “This is…” Lux trailed off, taking another sip. “By far the best soup I have had to date!” She exclaimed, her eyes lighting up.

Standing up, she looked up at the tall, red haired cook, having to crane her neck up all the way to meet his eye. “Hmmm…are you looking for work?” She asked curiously, taking another sip of the soup before she shook her head quickly. “If you are, I may have a proposition for you. I shall be at Minnow’s Tavern at sundown, I can offer to pay you 2 gold coin just if you show up and hear my offer,” Lux said before she handed over a silver coin for the soup.

Gold coins were worth a lot—they were used for more expensive purchases. The common form of currency was silver, copper, and nickel. A single gold coin or two was enough to get a fine sword crafted by one of Athenia’s most skilled blacksmith.

With that being said, she stepped back from the two men, her hood now falling over her eyes. “It was a pleasure meeting you two—thank you for the soup and thank you for your company. I do hope to see you soon.” She said, clasping her hands together before she turned on her heel, walking away as she sipped on her soup, slipping into the crowd and disappearing within it.

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By the time the sun had set, the city of Athenia had only grown busier and louder, with more people that usual. Humans and magical creatures alike were meeting up, wondering what was going on. The city was alive, as were the slums of the city. Minnow’s Tavern was on the edge of the slums—not too deep to scare off those interested in her cause, but far enough from the city’s center to offer a more private and underground setting.

It was a place for those who wanted to keep their identity secret, a place for criminals to meet, a place for the higher ranking soldiers to come and let loose, and a place where everything that happened, stayed within the dusty walls.

Lux was seated on a large table near the back. She still wore her white cloak, but underneath it she had on a pair of hunting boots, black fitted pants, and a white blouse with a black corset. The corset seemed like a normal fashion statement, but it was lined with armor, protecting her core and heart. The hood of her robe was down, revealing her long white hair. The fronts of her hair was braided back loosely while the rest of her hair fell down her back in it’s long, natural waves. She looked like a normal civilian—despite the dagger strapped to her thigh and the sword at her hip. But then again, almost everyone was armed at the tavern.

Still—fights were rare. Sipping on her ale, Lux crossed one long leg over the other before her light colored eyes drifted to the tavern, taking in her surroundings. The sun had set a few moments ago—she was expecting people to arrive shortly. Her fingers drummed on the wooden table anxiously and she bit down on her lower lip, almost afraid that no one would show up.

 

[ageless]

Xena didn’t know why but she felt strangely chilled on her ride into town. The way the trees shivered, their trunks cracking like their souls were weeping, left her heart heavy. She couldn’t help but notice that the hair on the back of her neck stood up on alert, as if it detected something Xena couldn’t sense. She took in a staggered breath, the cold air filling her lungs with frost. Was this in her best interest? It was probably entirely possible for her to completely stay out of this, but the road to Athenia called to her like a sirens song. She didn’t have much purpose in this heartless world anyways, and she had little to nothing to lose by finding hers. Not knowing the evil she volunteered to face, she left the comforting embrace of her wooded home and surrendered herself vulnerable as she rode into the square. She couldn’t see, but Anubis was capable of being her guide as she searched for the tavern she was supposed to meet the strange elven girl she saw before. Her face imprinted into her mind like a photograph as she suppressed the feelings that started to arise.

The town felt solemn, like the people were already traversing around half dead. The air seemed like settled dust to Xena as the lack of detectable life became apparent. She acknowledged for the first time that if conflict were to arise she would be in serious trouble. She lightly hopped off of Anubis, pulling his reins over the hitching post outside of the tavern. Xena laid her forehead on his shoulder, his coat cold to the touch. She took in a deep sigh before shoving away any anxiety she might have to deal with. Collecting herself, she pulled her hood back and stepped away from Anubis. “I’ll be back,” she said as her steed puffed in annoyance, turning to enter the pub. Blind as a bat, she tripped on the first step into the pub, stumbling a couple of steps before regaining her composure. ‘I must focus, this is no time to mess around,’ she cursed to her self, searching for an animal to give her eyes when the presence of the elf became abundantly clear. Her soul flickered like a white flame, drawing her in amongst the crowd of dull lights. Despite her disability, she no longer felt crippled, escorted by a guiding light. She walked confidently to the table where the elf sat, pausing for a moment before she approached. Xena wondered how dim she must seem compared to her, to think she was fit to be in the presence of someone as bright as her. The thought broke spirit slightly, her eyes lowering before she sat down across from the elf.

“Xena Zemonia,” she spoke, her voice like the crackle of a campfire; warm and inviting while also reminiscent of smoke and ash, “I hope I can be of some assistance.” She tried to picture the beautiful dainty elf sitting across from her - and how contrasting she must seem, her white hair long and matted, a dull grey from the soot that rested in it. She only allowed herself to sulk for a moment before she remembered her mission. She pulled her shoulders back and sat into herself, allowing herself to deal with the matter at bay.

 

[cleopatraa]

Lux
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The chatter around the tavern increased as more people entered—it was busier than expected. But still—no one had arrived. The only person there, besides herself, was Alsitriin, a fiery dwarf Lux met early during her arrival in Athenia. Huffing quietly, Lux placed an elbow on the table and rested her cheek against her palm, lost in her own thought. Had she failed with her speech? Were the people of Athenia deaf or did they simply not care? The thought twisted in her stomach and she felt her stomach sinking—she would have to do this alone. And she would, she did not care if she died trying, all she cared was that she at least tried. She owed it to the world.

Lux took another deep breath and she sipped on the ale, and just as she thought no one would come, the energy in the air shifted.

Magic was a complicated thing—it was almost spiritual. It was almost like tiny whispers in the air, sounds just for your ears that alerted you and told you things—things that only you could understand. It was hard to explain, but she was reminded of a conversation with Fjor, the only father figure and family she had ever known. Despite them always being alone, Lux could not recall a time where she had been happier…..

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“Luxie, come here, little one.” Fjor’s voice was deep and warm—it was a voice that always soothed Lux, even as a baby. The white haired elf, who was only five years old at the time, made her way over to the dark haired, bearded Priest and climbed onto his lap, watching as he lifted his hand and pointed to the desert in front of them.

The sand was flowing in the wind, and the sky was red with sunset. They were in the desert city of Kashmir, on the outskirts of the city right at the edge of the desert. The rocky edges and high peaks of the Crusades could be seen far in the distance-it was a beautiful sight, but a common one in Zorro.

“Do you see the sand blowing in the wind? Do you feel the energy it gives off?” Fjor asked, patting Lux’s back gently. The small elven child frowned and shook her head, unsure of what he was talking about. Fjor smiled and patted her hand before he squeezed her shoulders in encouragement.

“Try again, Luxie…close your eyes and listen to it.” Fjor pressed. Sighing, Lux closed her eyes and furrowed her eyebrows, focusing on the shifting wind and the sand she had seen moments ago. And then she felt it—she truly felt it. It was like the sand was blowing straight through her, the dusty particles tickling her stomach, filling her with an energy she had never felt before.

Eyes opening wide, Lux turned to look at Fjor and smiled in excitement, siting up eagerly. “I felt it—is that it? Is that magic?” She asked, clapping her hands happily. Fjor let out a small laugh and shook his head, hugging Lux close. “Yes, my child, that is the energy of the world. Magic is just that, it’s the energy of the world and it is everywhere—it is within us all. Even in those who do not possess the ability to bend magic. Just like there is magic in you, there is magic in a particle of sand. You are no different—we are no different. When we die, our bodies become the earth and the sand we see—we also become the energy of the Earth. Do you understand, little light?” Fjor asked.

Lux smiled and nodded solemnly, once again turning to focus on the dust dancing with the wind….

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Just as the memory slipped out of Lux’s mind, the door swung open and Lux’s eyes darted over at the white haired female who had just entered the tavern. She was right—the energy had shifted. Lux watched as the female made her way over to the table—it was clear to see that the woman was blind but she somehow had found Lux’s table and walked right up to it, sitting down across from her. It was as if she could see Lux, though Lux knew she could not.

Lux blinked, smiling as she felt the energy radiate off of the young woman before her. She had white hair that fell right past her shoulders, and skin that was just as pale as her hair. But she was beautiful, with striking features, and Lux felt warmed by her presence. Her eyes flickered to Alsitriin’s and the red haired dwarf smiled brightly.

Lux reached forward and placed her hand on top of Xena’s—it was a sign of trust. “Xena Zemonia,” Lux repeated, smiling softly. “It is nice to finally meet you, I am Lux. Was it you that I heard back in the square?” Lux asked curiously, tilting her head to the side.

“Oh she hasn’t stopped talking about it! She wore someone was there in spirit--you probably have magic in you too! I’m Alsitriin, by the way!” The red haired dwarf piped up, her excitement and fiery personality bubbling over. It did not help that the crimson haired dwarf was not one to respect boundaries, not that Lux minded. She was a bright heart and a fierce companion with dreams bigger than Lux’s own.

Lux laughed lightly, blushing as her companion spoke up. “Not in spirit..it felt slightly different, I honestly wasn’t sure how to explain it, but I believe it was you?” Lux asked again, with a hopeful smile on her face. She knew Xena could not see it, but something told her that the white haired female could feel what Lux was feeling: hope.

 

[ageless]

Xena tilted her head in confusion, "Heard? I dont thi-" her head jolted back as the dwarf interrupted her. Disoriented, it took her a moment to realize that this was the same dwarf that had intruded on her singing at her campground a few hours back. "Ahh, the dwarf. I may be blind, but even I can see I was the one to give you directions back to town earlier today," her tone came off as feigning annoyance, but a small smile was left on her lips. "Though I did never catch your name. It's nice to meet you Alsitriin, do I have to remind you of my name again?" she joked, knowing she had only said it a moment before.

She could feel the bright energy filter in through her barriers, a spark of joy igniting in her heart as she listened to Lux. The tone in her voice reminded her of the canaries that used to sing outside of her childhood home in the summer time. Soft and light, while also having a force of energy so strong that captured the ear of those who heard. When she was young, she used to strum her lute and sign along with the songbirds as the village listened on, humming from their homes as they attended to their daily needs. She could listen to her all day.

She felt her mind trailing and snapped herself back into focus. That time was decades ago, lost to Xena as only a memory. She reminded herself that a bright light can always leave and be replaced by darkness.

"You must have a strong affinity to magic then to have sensed my presence, I don't know of anyone ever noticing me before," she nodded in acknowledgment, impressed but also confused. The ability to perceive her presence as she viewed on from a puppet should be distinctly impossible, at least as far as Chronos taught her. She felt Lux's soul for a moment, watching it flicker before her. Could it be possible that they were.. connected in some way? She let it seriously sit on her tongue for moment but eventually silently laughed at herself. 'This much time away from Shadowfell has me falling back into old habits,' she thought, 'Soon I'll be trying to convince some naive lass that unicorns exist.'

"I was a far way from Athenia, deep in the forest, so if you heard me I imagine you must have a keen ear as well? I don't believe I was singing loudly enough to carry this far." She smiled kindly. She felt her constant hum of anxiety settle in her stomach; she felt at peace. It only took her noticing its lull, however, for it to reinvigorate even stronger. 'God! Xena, are you stupid?' she cursed to herself in her mind, 'This girl could be very dangerous, I have already put my guard down too many times today. I would be a laughing stock if Chronos could see me,' she sat up straighter in her chair, reestablishing the walls she had placed to keep herself safe.

 

[cleopatraa]

Lux
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Lux felt a light blush creeping onto her neck and she looked down at her drink, chewing on her bottom lip lightly. There was a time when she believed that she was Fjor’s daughter—the two of them living in banishment after he broke sacred law of the Holy Land and fell in love with her mother, whom he always told her had died at childbirth. It was only in his final days that he had told her the truth about her parentage, and it had come to a shock to Lux. She still refused to fully acknowledge it, and if anyone asked, she said she was the daughter of Fjor.

But when the truth came out and the initial shock and anger faded, things started making sense. Vecrux had been a powerful being—enough to conquer Athenia once upon a time. It never made sense to Lux why her powers had bloomed so late and abruptly, or why they always seemed to overwhelm her. Fjor explained to Lux that magic was a generational trait--she had inherited the same energy that coursed through Vecrux's veins.

For this reason, Lux's parentage was a secret she would take to grave. Smiling softly, the bright eyed elf tucked a strand of white hair behind her pointy ear and let out a soft laugh. “I’d say I was....sensitive to those who possess magic. Though I've never actually heard anyone that far before--or even heard anyone at all; earlier today I could have sworn I heard you say 'Ai', though you weren’t there. It was like you were speaking to me.” Lux said gently, tilting her head to the side as she studied the white haired female in front of her with curiosity.

Leaning forward, Lux took another sip of her ale before she set it down and uncrossed her legs. “You were watching me, then? From your spot in the forest?” Lux asked curiously. Alsitriin perked up, her small frame shooting up just an inch more. “You were singing too—quite beautifully! I had half a mind to ask you to sing for my tavern,” the dwarf admitted with a wink.

Lux looked over at Alsitriin, then back at Xena, raising an eyebrow as her curiosity peaked. “Oh! I’d love to hear you sometime, that is if you don’t mind,” Lux asked shyly. She wanted to know about Xena—it was not everyday Lux came across someone who was as powerful as the blind haired woman appeared to be. Lux deemed that this woman must have been a witch, a powerful sorceress of sorts if she had been able to see Lux’s speech from such a distance.

 

[ageless]

"Being 'sensitive' to magic would be clearly having an affinity for it," Xena responded, a soft smile painting over her as she turned her blind eyes to look in Lux's direction, "Many would sacrifice others lives to have that gift, you should take it up some day - if you haven't already." Xena raised an eyebrow, hinting that she did not know much about the elf that sat across from her. She had a feeling that she was more than a dainty blonde trying to start a movement. She kept finding herself being lured into her spirit, infecting even the darkest corners of her own with a twinkling light. In those moments, she reminded herself that the darkness she possessed was not normal, something she had reaped at the consequences of twisted actions, and that she would never truly be free of it. It was in exchange for the power she drew.

"I'm capable of seeing from afar, but the details of that are much less important than the matter at hand," her gaze redirected from Lux's direction to something obsolete, in an obvious attempt to conceal the details of her abilities and change the subject of the conversation. She laughed under her breath, shaking her head at the topic of her singing, "While I deeply appreciate it, truly," she responded as if she had heard the remark dozens of times, "I do not play any longer, it is something I succumb to in moments of weakness - like in the realization of your proclamation in the square," she lowered her head, her expression falling dark and solemn. The paleness of her skin became apparent, the purple shadows under her eyes like violet valleys in the coldest of winter; the lack of color in her cheeks making her face look like stone. She seemed unearthly, like an animated corpse doomed to roam around the living. "I'm sure you are as shaken as I am. It will be a deathly spring." Her gaze drifted back up, for no other reason than emphasis, as she wondered what the expression may be on the woman across from her. She wondered if she was blushing, if her cheeks looked like roses in the early summer. If her eyes glimmered like her soul did, full of light and conviction. She wondered if she looked upon Xena with warmth or disdain; a friend or a foe - a joke or a motive. She wished she could see her.

But she couldn't. She brought her hands upon the table and folded them in front of her, pressing her fingers into each other to suppress the scorching burn rising in her throat.

 

[cleopatraa]

Lux​

Lux let out another laugh as she looked down at the table. The white haired witch was correct—Lux found herself impressed with how intelligent the woman in front of her appeared to be. She seemed wise for her age, someone Lux knew she wanted around. The road ahead was a difficult one—not many people could handle it. But something told Lux that despite being blind, this woman was capable of doing great things. “It is a gift, one that is often taken advantage of and used in twisted, dark ways.” Lux said, agreeing with the woman in front of her without going into detail of her own abilities. They would have plenty of opportunity to train and discuss their abilities, even to use them. Though Lux did not want to think about that, it was practically inevitable. She did not want to ask anyone to fight, but from the looks of it, it seemed like it would be impossible to avoid. Magic was a huge advantage, especially when it came to battling demons and dark elves.

Lux swallowed, nodding slowly along with Xena’s words, though she could not see it. “Ai, I fear the same.” Her voice was quiet and strained. The stress was evident—she had been tracking demons for quite some time now. “I’ve been tracking a few demons up until here and…” Lux trailed off, giving a soft sigh. “Tis weird, no? For them to be heading in the same direction, without care of being discovered? Something is coming, Xena. I am sure you feel it as well,” Lux said, her eyes searching Xena’s face for any emotion or sign that the white haired witch agreed with her. She knew it was a lot to ask--to trust that Lux was not a crazy woman speaking of demons gathering and waging a potential war. But something told her that Xena's intuition was strong--the white haired woman had been watching for a reason, after all.

"This is my second and last night in Athenia. Tomorrow I shall start traveling north in hopes to discover more about what these dark beings are planning. It is a three days journey, but I shall provide for those who are willing to accompany me. I know it is a lot to ask, Xena but something tells me that you know great power. I will not pry or invade your privacy, but would it be too bold of me to ask you if you are travelling North for similar reasons?" Lux asked, her voice once again growing shy as she watched Xena, getting ready to ask her to join forces. They would be safer in numbers and would look out for each other. Lux studied her features, taking in her distant eyes and folded hands. Despite Xena's guarded appearance, Lux could feel the strength radiating off of her. And even though Xena could not see her, Lux knew that in some way, Xena could sense her as well. It was why she was here in the first place--it was almost as if their fates had intertwined.

 

[Huntertabbysandshark3]

sarcove
Interactions: cleopatraa TheBeemo​

Sarcove was more then happy at the reaction garnered from both the random people he’d just assaulted with soup.. but oh well. "Like I said much better" he'd respond with a big ol smile happily providing the male elf with a second bowl of soup. "Well I suppose I'm looking for work" he'd muse to himself a little at the woman's comment though his eyes would light up greatly at the mention of two gold that... that was a lot just to show up somewhere. "Oh well then if that's the case you most deffinely will see me there oh and pardon my rudeness please do call me sarcove"
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With the arrival of night came came the meeting with the elven woman the tall res haired man striding into the establishment an air of importance about him. And of course attracting attention to himself as was his intentions.

 

[ageless]

"I've felt the energy shift recently, like the earth is crying out for us to notice something greater, something deadly - sapping away it's soul while we continued on with our lives. Until recently, I felt like I was only paranoid.." Xena bit into her lip, feeling the current of unease that quivered underneath her soles. She took in a large breath followed by deep sigh, exhaling out the anxiety that filled her chest and detaching herself from the unintelligible sobs the ground screamed out at her. She ran her fingers over the wood of the table before she continued, "I can't imagine what kind of evil would make Gaia weep like this..." she shook her head, obvious pain falling over her at the thought, "But whatever it is, it is strong. Stronger than you and I are prepared for right now." She raised her hand to her mouth, rubbing her chin in unease. "I can understand why you are trying to find allies. I hope there is enough light in this world to drive out the darkness upon us." She raised her face confidently, the years of battle worn into the creases in her complexion, but they also founded the strength and fearlessness Xena exuded. Though she could not see, she understood that the elf across from her was the same, even if she was much more beautiful. She wondered for a moment what horrors she had to face to be in the position she is in now.

Xena listened intently to what Lux had to say, nodding along. The tone and the conviction she spoke with brought passion into Xena's chest; she felt as if she had found someone worth believing in. At least, for now. "I would be a liar if I said I had another greater purpose to tend to at this moment," she smiled, a soft smile painted across her expression, "though I do not know how 'great' my power may be, if at any point I am capable of helping - I am willing. With all that's at stake, I think seeking allies at your side is the least you could ask for," her gaze fell serious, her eyes looking at Lux as if she could see her, see her pain, see her strength, and see the suffering she endured, as she agreed to whatever the elf needed her to face. Despite her reservations and despite her guard, she knew at that moment what she needed to do. The energy between her and the elf was undeniable, filling Xena's veins with the kind of hope she hadn't experience in years. She knew, then, if the elf called for it - Xena would sacrifice herself for her cause. "If battle should come, I will gladly be your sword."

She turned her head towards the half-dragon that approached, smiling as he approached. She spoke in Draconic as he sat down beside her, "It has been a long time since I have met a half-dragon, a flamboyant one at that." She nodded in welcome, continuing her sentence in Common, "Xena Zemonia, glad to be of your acquaintance."

Huntertabbysandshark3 cleopatraa
(underlined means not in common language.)

 

[cleopatraa]

Lux
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Lux’s heart swelled and she found herself feeling a new sense of purpose as the woman before her spoke, her words wise and knowing. Lux knew that she had found herself a trustworthy ally—one who possessed magic and great power as well. She was in tune with the energies of the world around her, she could feel the same shifts in magic that Lux could feel. The white haired elf decided right then and there that she trusted Xena. Lux’s bright eyes scanned Xena’s features, finding comfort in the curves of her face. She was a good person, Lux could feel it in her soul.

A smile broke out across Lux’s lips as she exchanged a glance with Alsitriin, her eyes brightening as Xena agreed to join forces. Her previous doubt and worry began to wash away as she leaned forward and took Xena’s hands into her own. Her voice was solemn and gentle as she spoke, “Xena,” Lux began, smiling once more. “I cannot lie to you—the road ahead is a dark and twisted one. I know not of what to expect, but what I do know is that I will fight side by side with you. I promise, I will not let you down and I promise to do everything in my power to keep you safe.”

The words were an oath, a promise of allegiance. Squeezing Xena’s hands gently, Lux leaned back, her gaze drifting to the tavern door as it once again swung open. Her eyes widened in delight as she watched Sarcove, the giant red-haired cook, enter and walk over to the table. He moved with conviction and confidence--Lux immediately decided this man was more powerful than he let on. And even though she had yet to know more about the man, as he sat down next to Xena she could not help but feel at ease.

“Ooo, what language is that!” Alsitriin piped up curiously, her small frame even tinier compared to Sarcove. “Well aren’t you a tall man!” The red haired dward added, waving to Sarcove eagerly. “I’m Alsitriin the dwarf, very nice to meet you.” She said, her words professional despite her goofy tone. Lux chuckled, looking down at Alsitriin in amusement—she was quite fond of the fiery haired and quick tempered dwarf. Turning to Sarcove, Lux offered another welcoming smile as she reached into her pocket and pulled out the gold coins she had promised, placing them in front of Sarcove. She had recognized the language as Draconian, from her brief travels to Dragon Isle, but she was not a speaker of the language and could hardly understand it.


“You came,” Lux noted, pleasantly surprised. “My name is Lux—I fear I may have forgotten to introduce myself properly earlier. I was far too preoccupied with your soup—which was by far the most delicious I have ever had.” Lux admitted, grateful that the red haired man had accepted her invitation.

 

[Huntertabbysandshark3]

sarcove
Interactions: cleopatraa ageless
Their was a odvious look Of surprise upon sarcove‘s face when the woman addressed him as a half-dragon... and in draconic no less though it was somewhat of a relief no one else would likely be able to understand her. “Please don’t say such things around others people, even if they cant understand us I’d rather not be outed so publicly lest it ends... badly...” he’d reply in draconic as well, the slight accent sarcove had matching perfectly with the tones of draconic in fact it sounded far more natural to the man if one was attentive enough they’d be able to tell that sarcove‘s first language was clearly draconic. His attention was quickly dragged away by the dwarven woman I introducing herself “oh? well hello then alsitriin, I’m sarcove and yes I guess I am rather tall” he’d reply with a small grin on his face, Even though he was sitting down he‘d give lux a little bow “well then miss lux, it’s lovely to see that you enjoyed my soup it honestly was a bit of a rushed one though I’m glad it turned out well” he’d smile and took the coins quietly

 

[ageless]

Xena's face was calm and gentle, squeezing Lux's hand in return as she let the hope she felt spill into her expression. This elf across from her, so full of light and love, made her heart warm for the first time in a decade, like a constant itch in her soul that had been scratched for the first time. She wondered, then, what Chronos would think if he saw the elf across from her, and she realized she didn't know, though she had always thought she did. Would he mock Xena for being so quick to trust? Or would he be proud of her, all the years of training making her capable of sensing good from evil, when for so long she only knew darkness? For the first time, she couldn't picture the expression that he would make in this situation; she couldn't feel his presence looming over her shoulder, judging her every move. Was she free from him, yet? She couldn't be. She reminded herself of the constant pull the shadows strained on her, so consistent and monotonous that it was similar to the weight of her own body - something grounding her always but something she never acknowledged. Her face fell cold; her eyes went dull. She wasn't free. She didn't deserve it, yet. Yet.

However, it only took feeling Lux's presence in front of her to expel her of the depression that fell onto her chest, "Thank you. I feel if I have you beside me, I do not need to fear. But rest assured, this cause is greater than my life and I am willing to sacrifice myself for it if it would save others. I am prepared to do anything it takes to stop the evil at bay," Xena felt incredibly lucky at this moment to be in the position where she could meet someone like this. The hope she felt was irreplaceable, and a purpose to die for was much better than none at all.

She looked back up at the tall redhead sat beside her. She always thought she was tall, but he loomed over her like a tower, "I doubt anyone else in this town speaks a dying language like Draconic, but I apologize. I am blind, so I couldn't see you were in disguise," Xena nodded in acknowledgment of her mistake,"I am not familiar of the sentiments to your kind here, are you disliked? I have never had any quarrel with one in my time." Xena smiled at the half-dragon beside her. She wondered why he would be in town like Athenia; honestly she wasn't sure if she had ever seen one outside of Dragon Isle. Her history with dragons wasn't great, however, and she realized she did not know him well enough to trust him instantly. A bit of doubt and distrust fell over her gaze through her inability to conceal her opinions on others, but she tried to keep her face stoic nonetheless.

"Soup? It has been a long time since I have had a nice soup," Xena said, looking back up at Sarcove, "I would love to try some of your soup sometime, if you wouldn't mind," Xena smiled, trying her best to hide her suspicions of the man beside her. She had just made a fierce and kind ally, and she did not want to tarnish her own reputation too quickly.

 

[TheBeemo]

After Onvyr had paid for the soup, he had excused himself from the two and continued wandering around the streets, sipping his soup. He needed a moment of quietness before the meeting. There was still room for him to decide. But the elf knew what he was gonna do, pondering about it now was no use, his heart had already chosen but his head refused the sight of the demon head that flashed before his eyes once again.

-Later-

He hesitated before turning the doorknob. Onvyr sighed and stepped inside Minnow's tavern. His eyes had to adjust to the different sets of light. The tavern was quite full and a lot of banter could be heard, it was not what he was searching for. His purple gaze scanned around the room as he slowly made his way deeper into the tavern. The male stopped at the counter and ordered a pint. He felt like it was handy to have that since it was gonna be a serious meeting, one that could change a lot. The bartender placed his order before him and dissapeared to another customer. With the pint in his hand, Onvyr located the silver haired elf in the back, there were already some others, including the huge soup maker. Just reminding the taste of that soup made him feel happier. The elf man made his way towards the unusual club, walking elegantly, almost as if he was floating. He didn't want to be noticed.

He nodded silently to Lux as he stood before the table, also eyeing the others. There was a dwarf who looked strong enough, a cook who could make soup and a blind lady. He felt his heart sink to his feet. This was the group who was going to tame the demons? He quickly took another sip of his beer before he could roll his eyes. "I see we are quite the odd group." He spoke, a smirk lying on his lips. One of his hands was behind his back, the other still holding the pint while he quickly sat down next to the white haired human. He now put his hands on his lap and leaned back, alsmost looking ignorant and he looked at the person next to him. Her hair was more greyish than Lux's. Maybe she was someone who just joined for the free food. But he let that thought slip and decided to actually try. "I am Onvyr." He continued, his pint half empty. "But I was wondering, is this it? A blind lady,a cook and a small strong person?" Onvyr chuckled, alsmost not believing what he was doing. Have faith.

 

[ageless]

Xena could feel the her annoyance pulsing in her forehead as the elf sat down. She had always had issues with anger management, and had even greater issues with being blunt despite the fact she couldn't take criticism herself. She focused on finding a host to see, and was able to find a bird in a nest directly above the table. Opening her temporary eyes, she was able to look at the elf beside her, and became able to turn her head towards him as if she could see straight into his mind, cocking her head back slightly in a somewhat threatening matter. She studied his soul, scanning his energy for potential flaws.

"Ahh, an arrogant, probably wealthy, elf. Not that I'm particularly surprised, knowing your kind.." her sightless eyes looked him up and down as she examined the energy he exuded, "Despite your race.. I don't sense any magical presence from you. Surely you don't plan to buy your way through this war, as well?" She was referring to a war during Chronos' reign where elves stopped a war from exploding by giving away thousands of their own citizens as slaves, accompanied by a massive sum of money, to the invading country. "I don't think coins are nearly as flashy to demons as they are to kings."

 

[TheBeemo]

He pissed someone off, like usual. The male averted his eyes towards the woman speaking and looked at her while she was very clearly insulting him. Many called him arrogant before calling him by his name. It was to expect when he just said everything without thinking. Onvyr let her talk and didn't interrupt. When she finished, he crossed his arms. "I am impressed that you know that I am in fact wealthy, I try not to look that way, I assume you are one to use magic? Otherwise you couldn't have described me so well. I apologize by having doubts." He leaned forwards, resting his elbows on the table. "I presume you are strong, but you don't look the part." After that the elf fell silent. It didn't bother him, it was only a confirmation that others were a bother. He would choose to keep his mouth shut, but it just all seemed to weird. "I didn't agree with the way that almost war ended." He quielty followed up. That part did bother him, that's why he also didn't like it when others knew he had money. Money was handy and the elf liked nice things but that didn't mean he had nothing to offer next to that.

 

[cleopatraa]

Lux
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Lux folded her hands in her lap, smiling at Xena’s words. “I pray that it does not come to that. I admire your resilience, Xena Zemonia.” Lux told the woman before her earnestly. The power radiating in the air was impeccable, and it seemed that it had been fueled even more by the presence of the fiery haired cook. Lux smiled gently, pleased that Sarcove had decided to accept her invitation, even if it was just for gold coin “And I am glad you accepted my invitation Sarcove, I do have work to offer you. I shall get to that after the introductions though,” Lux promised him, sipping on her ale as her eyes caught sight of the tall, elven man she had spoken to just outside of the bakery near the city’s center.

Lux felt her lips twitch upwards in amusement at Onvyr’s initial words—he was not wrong about them being an odd group. Raising her ale to her lips, she took a sip on it, nearly choking as Onvyr spoke again. She set her drink down, wiping her lips as her eyes widened. They were certainly off to an interesting start, that much was for sure.

“Hey!! I’m not small, I’m a DWARF!” Alsitriin piped up from besides Lux, her hands on her hips as she sat up straighter. Lux’s nose wrinkled as she tried to contain her laughter—elves were known for their brazen attitude and lack of emotional intelligence and Onvyr held true to his reputation. Still, he had no idea about just how much power their small little table held. Lux opened her mouth to speak but Xena had beaten her to it.

Lux found herself cringing slightly as Xena harshly discarded the Elven race and found herself biting her lip anxiously as she glanced at Onvyr. But his response was much warmer, and it even included an apology. Letting out a strained, short laugh, Lux took a sip of her ale again, staring at the table. “Let’s not get distracted by wars fought centuries ago, guys…we have an impending one to worry about.” Lux said, trying to keep her tone light and easy.

“Yeah, I mean no point in bickering if we’re all going to end up dead anyways-“ Alsitriin said with a shrug, brushing off the minor argument. She was also a very blunt person. Lux stared at Alsitriin, shaking her head before she leaned an elbow on the table, rubbing her temple. “No one is dying, Alsitriin.” Lux said quickly, shaking her head again before she turned to Onvyr and smiled, her eyes warm and welcoming. Alsitriin shrugged, sipping on her second pint of ale. For a small dwarf, she sure could drink. “Onvyr, I am glad you are here. I know we may not look like much, but have faith. Less men have accomplished greater.” Lux said, her voice gentle and promising. Despite the fact that Onvyr did not possess magic, she sensed he could fight from his build--plus he seemed knowledgable enough to serve as a guide to them. She offered him another small smile before she leaned back, clearing her throat, ready to begin their meeting.

 

[Huntertabbysandshark3]

sarcove
interaction: ageless TheBeemo​

“It is but a simple distrust on the unknown, we are little more then a myth or rumours upon the mainland, any Time one of my kind have been, well more open about their origins it ended badly for all involved if we could keep this secret between us for now, until I trust the others that would be appreciated“ he’d answer in a more hushed tone Sarcove sounding a little worry, with that out of the way his attention would turn back to the conversation carrying on in common. “Well in the case of food that’s more or less why I’m her miss lux, had asked me to come along to this little meeting solely based on said soup” Sarcove smiles at this statement feeling rather proud of himself as it was for the half-dragon cooking was a great passion of his, so a little bit of boasting here or their couldn’t hurt much. Though it seemed the same woman had decided to keep causing problems with her words.. it left sarcove to wonder if she was so blunt for a reason.. then again she apparently grew up around dragons full-bloods tended to be about as blunt as the blind woman in question. sarcove would then turn to onvyr “well yes it appears so, though I’m... a...hmm how would I put it.... not just a simple cook, I’m well versed with evocation more specifically, fire” he’d reply in an attempt to ease the elven man's tension with the situation at hand

 

[ageless]

Xena nodded in understanding of the red-haired man next to her, reminding herself to not speak on it further. She turned to the elven man, a glaze of distrust falling over her dull eyes. "It takes no magic ability to see wealth, as arrogance can only be bought by wealthy parents for their spoiled child," she turned her face back to the table in front of her, "I apologize for my bluntness," she said in a monotone voice devoid of emotion, "However, I do find it foolish to judge individuals by their appearances if you have no ability to sense magical entities. There are many beings that roam this country that look much more pathetic than I, but would react much quicker, and harsher, than I did," her tone had a hint of scolding, like a teacher correcting an insolent child, "Namely, the ones we have gathered to hunt today." She blatantly ignored him asking about her abilities, as she had no desire to share that information with someone so careless with his words, "If you are capable of understanding that weakness in your character, I would suggest training against it, as you would of a weakness of any other category."

Xena looked at Lux strangely as she dismissed the war, one monumental in the current worlds history and foundation. She wondered how she could dismiss its so quickly, before remembering that Lux was an elf as well. She sighed quietly, realizing she may have offended the elf, and a look of regret fell over her face. She wished she could take the comment back, as she had felt many times before, and reminded herself that she was not an exception to her own advice. She would try to keep her mouth shut going forward.

Xena listened to the dwarf, shaking her head slightly "I think dismissing arguments as unproductive is a flawed ideal taught in a country where free thinking is detrimental to our corrupt king," a small sneer fell over her lips at the thought of how people where treated and abused, her empathetic nature causing her to be unable to be neutral, "I believe that bickering is the peers way to identify and construct ways to improve themselves, avoidance of it is simply another form of denial." She said, somewhat dismissing the comment, but her voice was a lot less harsh that it was towards Onvyr. She had an obvious distrust towards the two men, their energies muddled compared to the undeniable light in the two women. Her acceptance of companionship also helped lead her to speaking more constructively with Alsitriin and Lux.

She listened to Lux, and wondered how she could trust so easily. In a world where darkness was so imminent, how could she look at the people in front of her and accept them despite her little knowledge of their person? Xena's brow drew in, casting a shadow over the rest of her face. It was a possible weakness in her companions character, so she noted it for later, not wanting to diminish her reputation any farther.

 

[TheBeemo]

Onvyr nodded at Lux words and chose to ignore all that the female next to him said. Parts of what she said, he didn't even understand and he didn't even try. Probably something scolding or an attempt to make him feel bad, maybe there was even an hiding lecture beneath it? He eyed her and appeared to listen. "If you can't understand where I coming from, please, hold your horses." The comment he made earlier maybe hadn't been the smartest or the kindest way of greeting the group. But she took it way and way too serious. Onvyr always ignored such people and scolded himself for the fact that he made such a careless comment when he didn't know the personalities around this table. There was always one super sensitive being and he ought to know that by now. She talked about training himself but he also shook that off. It was clear she had a raging issue and he assumed she didn't mean the half of what she actually said. Yes, he was mature. But could have a childish sarcastic way with humor.

Onvyr turned his head to Lux again and shrugged. "I was worried, after seeing a demon, altough dead, made me scared. Perhaps I was hoping for a group of heroes, and I said what I said when I saw all of you." He paused and sighed shortly. "Because it became even scarier, but I am sure that all of you harbour power." Again he paused, looking quickly over his shoulder back to the woman with greyish hair, then he turned his eyes to Lux again. "Some at the price for unpleasant personalities, but I am sure we can work around that." The elf smiled, it was genuine, but so were his words. It wasn't a good start, but it was the journey that counted right? After Lux, he turned to the dwarf, also smiled at her and nodded. "Dwarves are cool." Was all he said to the red haired woman. He only had met a few dwarves in his life time, but he had always appreciated them. Calling her a short woman was a kind of joke for him, but he had to adapt that. Or train it like someone suggested.

 

[cleopatraa]

Lux
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The silver haired elf let out a quiet sigh as she exchanged a glance with the red haired dwarf by her side. Her nose wrinkled in the slightest and she brought the cup of ale to her lips once more before she took a long sip—nearly finishing it before she set the glass down with a firm thump. Her knuckles wrapped around the handle, turning white as her fingers tightened before she finally relaxed and folded her hands neatly into her lap.

“Dwarves are cool,” Alsitriin responded with a smug smile as she crossed her arms over her chest defiantly before she turned her gaze to the others, studying the people at the table. Onvyr was blunt and not the most emotionally intelligent, a true Elf. Xena was blunt as well, but she was more quick tempered. Sarcove seemed to not care about the bickering and tension—he almost looked bored. Lux looked tired, if not stressed. The red haired dwarf covered her mouth as she giggled—they truly were a sight for sore eyes.

“You guys will have plenty of opportunity for bickering and debating. But right now I ask that we put our differences aside,” She began, her eyes settling on Onvyr and Xena. She knew the latter could not see her, but she was sure the quick-tempered woman could feel her gaze. “If we cannot work as a unit and learn to trust each other, then I’m afraid I’ll have to continue this journey alone.” Lux said simply as she shrugged her shoulders.

“Trust is hard, especially when it comes to blind trust. But I’m afraid that is the only option we have right now. So, Onvyr, I ask that you trust me and the others in our abilities. I promise you, looks are quite deceiving, don’t fall prey to deception.” Lux told the Elven male with a stern look. She was one to speak on the matter—there had been countless times where she herself had been the subject of doubt and ridicule—she had spent her entire life proving herself to people to know that she was beyond it. She was beyond a lot of things—including the petty bickering and the rising tensions.

“As I said, if anyone feels as if they cannot get along with the others now is the time to get up and leave because I will not stand to hear it—we have much more to worry about than our differences. The threat is real, you all are here because you know how real it is. Remember why you're here.” Lux finally said, her voice distant and stern. Annoyance flickered in her eyes briefly before she shook it off, still remaining calm and collected. Her eyes turned to Sarcove and she smiled, happy that the tall red haired cook seemed to be in his own world. “As I said earlier, I do have work I can offer you.” Lux began, tilting her head to the side as she studied him.

“I have a feeling you tend to avoid…politics of sorts but this journey is going to be a long one. We would do well with a cook to travel with us. I won’t ask you to fight alongside unless you see something worth fighting for. I do ask, however, that you help us gather information as we continue our journey and that you offer protection, if needed. If you agree, this bag of coins shall be yours.” Lux said as she reached into her clock and pulled out a large, heavy pouch of gold coins. She dropped it onto the table and studied Sarcove, hoping he would agree. She needed to feed these people and they would be safer if they could avoid eating at every tavern they stumbled upon. Plus, something told her that this man could offer great protection—she only hoped that he would fight by their side if it came to it. Her gaze returned to the others and she smiled once more, tucking a strand of white hair behind a pointed ear. "Does anyone have any other information they can provide? According to my findings, the demons were headed to Hilltown. I suggest we start there. What do you guys think?" Her voice was gentle and quiet, this was a joint effort after all. She was no leader--they were working together as one.

 

[ageless]

‘Ahh, an idiot,’ Xena thought, her lip twitching in annoyance and her throat tight in rage. She had just made a ally of a lifetime, and it had to come with the price of dealing with someone incapable of seeing their own huge, glaring flaw. She wanted nothing more than to engage in battle with this elf at this moment, whether in a battle of wits or a battle where she smashed his face into the wooden floor. There was nothing she despised more than being dismissed, a dragons temper, as she thought it was idiotic to pass on a correction of self. As Lux asked if she wanted to leave, she hesitated, considering the idea heavily. She had never benefited from having allies before, and she could probably take on at least part of this threat alone. She studied the elf’s aura, trying to decide if he carried any actual value or was truly the burden on herself that she considered him to be. Her inability to decide was the only reason she didn’t storm out of the tavern that instant, the absolute fire storming in her soul not even dampened.

Through all of this, the cook seemed like quite less of a threat to Xena, her jaw still grit from keeping her silence. She nodded in agreement with Lux, still unable to speak calmly as she tapped her fingers on the wooden table in front of her. She get Lux’s gaze over her, and while it did calm her down some, it did extend her frustration. How would she work with a group if they could not recognize the deficit that Onvyr created in this group? She didn’t have time to parent an elf whose own parents couldn’t teach him basic manners.

“While I would rather not go into detail in such a public place, I will be able to sense demons no matter what form they disguise themselves in,” Xena finally gathered herself enough to re-engage in the conversation, completely ignoring the arrogant elf at her side, “However, if they are in their true form, I will be able to track them from afar.” She returned her focus to Lux, trying to recover any hope she may have felt a moment ago. She felt foolish, thinking that she had instantly earned a purpose in a world with such a lack of meaning. “I think, while the threat is imminent, it is important that we come to understand the extent of each other’s abilities, as we will be unable to defeat them scattered and plan-less. We should head towards their location, but not underestimate them. We will need time to train.”

 

[TheBeemo]

Onvyr nodded when Lux spoke to them both. It escalated way too quickly and this wasn't what he wanted. By coming here he wanted to show that he trusted her, but he agreed with her words. He should also trust the others. The man quietly sighed and leaned forwards, his elbows crossed at the table. Oh, he could feel the hatred coming off the woman next to him. He glanced towards her and she did not look happy. He may have said some stupid things but was it worth the hate? He chuckled and nodded again at the words of Lux. He couldn't afford to be childish, his parents thaught him manners after all.

It was a threat, everything had not sunk in and he was still avoiding the thought that this was really happening. Lux shared her information and Xena followed. She seemed to know a lot as well. He fubmled with his thumbs and thought of something to say. He could fight, make potions and sometimes used poison. Onvyr thought of himself quite valuable so he would like it if the others thought so too. It was a bummer he couldn't use any magic, so he seemed useless for now. His eyes glanced at the female at his side again. I'll make sure to apologize later. He thought. It wasn't something he often did, and he liked to do so in private. But he acknowledged that if he wanted their trust he should trust them too. The male still thought that Xena overreacted, but it was only logical to get mad at him. He just hadn't thought it all through, this was the group with whom he was going to have an adventure with.

"I have no knowledge." Onvyr looked up and lingered on Lux's gaze for a moment. "But I can provide a backline or even a frontline when needed, I can also make potions." He smiled, trying to show them he meant it and he was in for the real thing. "And when I said that I have no knowledge, that regards magic knowlegde, I know all about nature." The man got excited now, mentioning nature. He could talk about that for hours and hours. He sighed shortly and continued. "How stupid and cliché it may sound, but when my parents died they left me with a great sum of money. I am prepared to spend it all for this adventure if that makes our lives any easier." He nodded to himself more than to the others and leaned back. He'd said what he wanted to say. For now he would stay in the background, that would keep him from making unneccesary comments.

 

[Huntertabbysandshark3]

Sarcove remained mostly quiet allowing the others to bicker between everyone he knew better then to start a argument he’d simply wait it out until a consensus was drawn upon, though it seemed that By the smell of everything xena was still rather annoyed with the well meaning elven man. It was at that moment lux had addressed him directly his head shifting towards her to show she had his full attention “hmm yes you had mentioned that miss lux” he’d say with a cheerful smile upon his face. He’d listen intently in on what she said next smile dropping to a look of careful contemplation she was right sarcove was not one for political things especially considering he’s species... he would have most likely said no if it was not for the bag of coins placed upon the table despite everything sarcove was still a dragon at heart and that much wealth was a difficult thing to pass up but traveling with others would be that they could find out the truth about him.. aside form Xena whome already knew.. the modification to his form only lasted for six hours at a time it required at least ten minutes before he could shift again... travelling with a group would make finding any sort of alone time difficult. With a heavy sigh sarcove gently took moved the pouch of coins closer to himself “very well miss lux I’ll gladly take up your offer, as you are my employer i am by honour required to defend you until our deal is done” he’d explain to her, such a honour code was something he could have ignored but it would not feel right to do nothing if the elven woman was in danger Especially if she were to die he’d be unable to fufill his end of the deal. “however I have one additional requirement... I be allowed to whenever I need, remove myself form everyones sight, a somewhat odd request I understand but I have my reasons“ he’d say calmly hoping lux would be receptive to such a suspect request. “In regards to my knowledge of hilltown iv been there many a time before nice little place as the name suggest there are a lot of hills also perfect for a ambush while traveling if someone where intending to do so”