Solomon sits at the bar and orders a drink.
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Solomon sits at the bar and orders a drink.
The boy finds a back door and leaps through into INSIDE, shouting back over his shoulder, "Stop calling me 'Son', dammit!"
Liache clip-clops over.
They want to know if we'd prefer one with one or two beds.
I think they only have one bed rooms.
Um... Two I guess...
Then I guess we have no choice, huh?
She smiles gently.
I'm sure we'll manage.
Yeah...
Want a drink...?
Fade watches these newcomer and his shadow just slides to them. The shadow will indeed listen to them and if they can sense magic they will feel a weak aura coming from it.
No thank you.
How are you feeling?
She sits by him.
If the shadow is by her and Solomon, she'll glance at it.
I feel tired... Really tired.
Solomon nods and stands up.
Unless stopped or anything, Liache will lead him to the room!
Reinholdt's first response is to shift his eyes further away.
Sort of subtly. :smalltongue:
"Yeah. That's the place."
"Oh. Are you...a helper or helpee?"
Karaglen can't quite resist asking. The question seemed obvious!
Reinholdt sighs a bit.
"Helpee."
He drinks more rum. Rum was good.
Cloudy thoughts. The fog is in her mind again.
Karaglen keeps a little smile on her face, ignoring that haze that seems ever-present these days, at the worst times.
"Redemption is a nice thing to look for..."
As opposed to asking whether the helping worked (seems like a dangerous question, for reasons she can't identify), she figures supporting his choice was wiser.
"Yes. Hard thing to find though. Some things may just be impossible." Reinholdt is quiet and thoughtful. Irredeemable...
And drinks some rum.
Before turning to look at her and smile again. "Be glad you don't have to go through that."
"I don't think it's so impossible..."
She's tried to help redeem this city for awhile, piece by little piece.
It hasn't amounted to much.
Which is possibly a source of the haziness in her head.
She doesn't want to think it's impossible and pointless, to bring goodliness through redemption of the wicked.
"Everyone...has things to be redeemed for, somewhere..."
"Ah. No. Don't get me wrong. There are those who can be redeemed. Can be saved. I just don't group myself as one of them."
Reinholdt drinks.
"But I do suppose everyone has their regrets."
Din will sit down in a corner again, watching the goings on on the bar
Despair's not actually a true undead, but basically a guy who died, yawned and stretched, then got back up. Still, the sudden burst of energy is enough to disrupt the claw, if not actually causing any meaningful damage to the Exarch of the Crypt.
The Star can probably make his escape before Despair regains his focus, especially with the mob of NPCs harassing him.
Liache and Solomon come down the stairs.
"Regret is a path to redemption, isn't it? Why do you think you can't be saved?"
Maybe he can offer some insight into the rest of the criminal element.
"I don't know. I guess." Reinholdt shakes his head. Plenty of regrets that's for sure.
"As for the later, it boils down to the magnitude of my crimes. And... I dunno. Me being me? Is that supposed to change? Not that I really have any clue who I am anymore. It used to be so clear."
Reinholdt frowns.