[Nexus] Trog's Tavern CCXXIX

[Earl of Purple]

"And I didn't dispute that. I meant that however hard you look in our Temples, you won't find any equipment designed for torture, nor evidence of brainbeetles." Gertrude smiles. It's not a very nice smile, but there are worse smiles to be worn in this situation.

[iElf]

"And I didn't dispute that. I meant that however hard you look in our Temples, you won't find any equipment designed for torture, nor evidence of brainbeetles." Gertrude smiles. It's not a very nice smile, but there are worse smiles to be worn in this situation.

Din looks aghast "...damn it...the orbs....you just told them...."

[Earl of Purple]

"There is no 'just'. I have been using my Orb to inform Elezibethele and Terrowin about this conversation from the beginning. Even if you kill me now, they know of your plan and are preparing for you. Both are using different methods, however." Gertrude looks smug. It's not a very nice expression when it's at your expense.

[iElf]

"There is no 'just'. I have been using my Orb to inform Elezibethele and Terrowin about this conversation from the beginning. Even if you kill me now, they know of your plan and are preparing for you. Both are using different methods, however." Gertrude looks smug. It's not a very nice expression when it's at your expense.

Din looks down "...but I know what happened...and most of the people at HALO know by now... even if others don't believe us...I will work to bring you down. and you can tell your boss, and my former oppressor that."

[Earl of Purple]

"Oh, I have. Don't worry about that; worry about whether there's any lawyers, judges or other legal figures that worship Dalachrech. If there are, they might not let their spiritual leader be punished, or lessen it as much as they can. Or were you planning to go vigilante? Because I'm fairly sure that would break diversity laws if there are any here, and there's the right to worship however we wish." Gertrude has noticed the averted eyes, and is trying to make Din more worried and nervous.

[Morty]

Dipsnig glares at Madame de la Moy. Not only a slaver, but a smug slaver. Dipsnig knows that she's lying; she might not have admitted it directly, but her words betray her anyway. An innocent person wouldn't talk like that.

[iElf]

Din looks up, looking determined "...I don't really care how many laws I have to break to stop you. I will. and I won't give up until I have. mark my words. Din Hylia will be the greatest enemy the cult has ever had"

[Earl of Purple]

"The greatest enemy the Church of Dalachrech has ever had is a now-dead God of Tyranny named Deleent. His followers usurped the largest country of Terrowin's homeworld and persecuted all other religions, especially Dalachrechism. Whole towns were massacred because of the suspicion that a cleric of Dalachrech was there. If you think you can beat that, feel free to try." Gertrude is serious, telling the truth and the smile is gone.

[TechnoScrabble]

Garrett nods and grins.

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[Murkus]

The man with the glass face gives Din a perfectly neutral look, his tone much the same. He shoots a glance at Gertrude, "Madame, is this trollop bothering you? It's awfully rude to just threaten someone like this. Especially so publicly." Nayir seems to have no problem with the accusations of slavery. Wonder why.

[happyturtle]

1st Lt Delisle is only able to catch snatches of the conversation, not having goblin ears. "We should discuss this at HQ," she says to Nath and Dipsnig, and finishes her beer.

[Earl of Purple]

"Oh no, don't worry about it Nayir. I approached her, so if I can't handle any insults or threats that are hurled my way then it's my fault." Gertrude smiles at him.

[Murkus]

"If you say so." Nayir says, ordering himself some Xorn Zinfandel. The man likes his wine, apparently. "Still, she's a very... abrasive girl. Do you think she'll actually try to kill you?" He talks as if Din weren't there.

[KerfuffleMach2]

Garrett nods and grins.

Alysha smiles.

Alright then! Just gotta find out who the money goes to...

[Reinholdt]

The Salesman looks bewildered for a second. Well, the major groups, best places to eat, that kinda stuff.

"Well there's GLoG, AMEN, Watchtower, Taverna Generica, and Black Dragon Den to choose from then sir. Which would you like to see sir?"

[TechnoScrabble]

"I'd guess a man named Trog?" Garrett says sarcastically.

[KerfuffleMach2]

Alysha giggles.

I think it'd actually be Cosmo. As far as I know, Trog doesn't pop in here too often. He's funny.

She'll go to the bar to see about getting the room.

[TechnoScrabble]

Garret shrugs.
"Whatever. You get the room, I can get the money."
He leans back in his chair and discreetly grabs at the bottle again.

[KerfuffleMach2]

The bottle's still in her hands.

No grabby!

She'll come back with a smile and a key. Yay! Got one! Wanna go see it now?

Okay. She's way too excited over this.

[TechnoScrabble]

"Sure, why not. I have to call Adele anyways," Garrett gets up and stretches. He'd been sitting in that booth for a while.

[KerfuffleMach2]

Adele? She tlts her head a little. Who's that?

[TechnoScrabble]

Garrett scratches the back of his head and smiles embarrassedly, "My...er...girlfriend? I don't know if we really ever made it official...but...she's an awesome girl and her creepy uncle helped unlock the memories my dad had beaten or magicked out of my brain."

[KerfuffleMach2]

Awww...that's sweet...and kind of strange...but mostly sweet!

[Darklord Bright]

Cyban crawls out of a trenchcoat on the floor, standing maybe a hand-span tall and wearing her pretty green dress.

She peers around at all the giants! Clearly she has landed in the midst of some sort of... giant war party!

She stays hidden in the trenchcoat, watching these strange creatures!

[TechnoScrabble]

Garrett just smiles sarcastically, making 'da'aww' faces.

[KerfuffleMach2]

You should invite her over! Then I could meet her, and we can have a party! Yeah!

She jumps a little, somehow getting even more excited.

[Lord Magtok]

Cyban crawls out of a trenchcoat on the floor, standing maybe a hand-span tall and wearing her pretty green dress.

She peers around at all the giants! Clearly she has landed in the midst of some sort of... giant war party!

She stays hidden in the trenchcoat, watching these strange creatures!

Mini-Magtok glares up at the massive world around himself and Cyban, regarding it with a cold and jealous scowl. Why can't he be that big? Why can't he seem to find a sufficient excuse to get rid of that insane alien following him around? Why is it so darned hard to find an un-shrinking ray? And who do these random tavern-goers think they are, enjoying themselves and their normal heights, while he's stuck here, only slightly bigger than a mouse?

Cyban, see those two giants right there? They're way, waaaay too happy. Their joy and height and happiness are disgustingly saccharine and enormous and it makes me sick to my stomach.

Magtok looks back at the MagMart brand robo-fairy wings he strapped to his back earlier, and then back at Garrett and Alysha.

We're totally robbing them blind. Right now. Let's do this thing.

[TechnoScrabble]

"A good idea," Garrett nods and gives the 'sure-sure' smile.
Magtok be warned, Garrett is an involuntary empath. He has no choice. He reads the minds of those around him automatically.

[KerfuffleMach2]

Alysha grins.

Magtok and Cyban be warned. If Alysha finds you, she will want to hug you and call you many cute names.

Course, that's a pretty big if. She's fairly oblivious.

[TechnoScrabble]

"So...er...which room is ours?" Garrett asks.