"Why whatever do you mean?" Durgan responds. He pauses a second and says, "Oh. OH It's nothing like that! If you went through what we scraped our way out of, you wouldn't be sitting here talking about it. Well, maybe a man of your physique would."
He waves a hand in front of the other man's face. "Does he need more of Trithereon's grace and care?"
"Oh, I talk about everything. It's one of my finer points." Erallis grins. "That guy you healed? I don't know, I came in here. He could still be out there for all I know."
He takes another swig of his mead.
"Hey, do you play dice? I seem to have lost mine...but I'm bored and waiting for my friend. Take a seat, I'll buy you a drink."
Erallis waves a barmaid over and orders a drink for the cleric.
"My name is Erallis, by the way. What's yours?"
"Durgan," He replies, the adds "The Chainbreaker. I have my stout here but could do with another. No dice I'm afraid. Will you be waiting long? Why are you waiting for him?"
"A pleasure to meet you Durgan." Erallis responds quickly, "Nah, If he's not here in a few hours I'll probably head for a different bar. This place is, um, a little...shady...for me. I like brightly lit places with lots of people and singing and dancing. And, y'know stuff like that." He shrugs his shoulders and takes another drink of his mead, "He's my friend. Plus, he's built like a bear in armor."
"But yeah, he occasionally gets sidetracked. We spent a week tracking a herd of goats once 'cause Gregmon was convinced they were some sort of demon spawn. He's cool, though."
Erallis grins again "So what about you, what are you doing in this town?"
"At the moment I'm just trying to survive and help my charge do the same," Durgan replies. He lowers his voice not knowing what to expect from the other patrons. "Running from slavers for a week. As a cleric of Trithereon, it's the job of my church to defend those oppressed souls who can't help themselves. I saved Lilia, upstairs, and I have to find a temple of my god in this city at which to leave her."
"Slavers, eh? I was captured by slavers once." Erallis grins and keeps talking, "Yeah, it was summer two years ago, and Gregmon was off saving some farmers crops from mole rats. They caught me up while I was traveling cross country trying to find him. "
Erallis takes another swig of his mead and leans back in his chair.
"At first they treated me like just another slave, but upon realizing my...unique skill set, I started getting special treatment." He grins at Durgan, "They like to party, slavers. We drank so much one night, and Kairl had the brilliant idea...of... Of....what was I saying? Oh yeah! Kairl decided he was going to teach all the slaves to sing musical number numbers. We spent two weeks teaching them to sing and dance. We were going to start a circus."
Erallis raises his glass to his lips, then sighs dejectedly, gazing into the glass.
"I'm out of mead. Miss!" He calls out to the waitress, ordering another drink.
"What was I talking about? I forgot." Erallis looks at Durgan with a slight smile on his face.
"You truly aren't all here, are you?" Durgan replies. "Perhaps a short walk will do you good. We could go and look for a temple together. One and a half heads are better than one."
Durgan hopes the quip goes over Erallis' head, but is ready to run out of the tavern at the slightest hint of movement, thereby putting Erallis right where he wants him, outside.
Out of Character: If you're alright with it, I think finding a temple will be the fastest way to find a good quest. And then we can finally post something of substance in the game thread.
"Ah...No. No, I am not all here." Erallis takes his new mead from the barmaid with a muttered thanks, then nods at Durgan.
"Yeah, let's go to the temple. Maybe Gregmon will be there."
He stands up casually, dusts some crumbs off of his trousers, and follows Durgan to the temple.
Out of Game: Sounds fine. I have no problem with the quests Kntoran's already offered, either, though.