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Tyrgen
With a jerk of his head, Tyrgen turns to stare at Karl. I wasn't ready for this yet... perhaps it's good he's started it ... But sorcery? If he isn't truly a werewolf, can I trust him? His fists clench, then relax, and he waits to see how Lisaa reacts.
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"How do you know that I'm not a sorceress ?", asks Lisaa mockingly. "Anway, I don't believe that you can change into a half-wolf because of sorcerous powers. Me, I'm a lycanthrope ... what's your excuse ?"
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Karl stands with his arms folded, looking down at Lisaa. I knew you were not a sorceress because, as I said, you didn't cast any spell. He looks at Bronsk. You transformed into a wolf. Are you a lycanthrope as well?
Bronsk
Bronsk looks at Karl with some measure of resentment in his eyes.
"It'z not a curse, hyu know. It iz power, pure and simple; hyu of all people should know, sorceror. Shall we call hyu dragon-blood a curse?"
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Karl raises one eyebrow. I have no dragon blood. When it comes to the ways of magic, it is best not to make assumptions. He turns back to Tyrgen. But I still want to know what you think.
Bronsk
Still glaring, Bronsk answers hotly, his accent becoming thicker as he loses his temper.
"And hyu should not make assumptions about whether iz curse or not!"
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Tyrgen
I think you can't help what you're born with. And - oh, Ah'khan's teeth, perhaps I'd better just show you. With that curse, Tyrgen changes into his hybrid form, and then back to human. You see?
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Karl blinks. And then starts to chuckle. His chuckles grow until he is laughing uproariously, tears dripping down his face. Eventually his laughter subsides, and he wipes his eyes. What's the chance of that? Four of us, all afflicted with this curse, and we just meet completely randomly. He turns back to Bronsk and Lisaa. Yeah, so when I said I transformed through sorcery, I lied. Hope you understand. He chuckles again.
"Well, this is not the first time within a few days that I meet lots of others of my kind at the same place. I fear that here is fate involved, maybe a god. It has something to do with Michelle Ami and the Ninjizuishou. I suppose you didn't know that Michelle Ami was a werewolf too ?"
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This isn't just any drow. This is a drow who is willing to have a good-aligned flying snake come out of her body so she can then fart rainbows.
Oh, I see. I'm not very good at reading this language, it's not my native tongue. She was some sort of hero yes, something to do with werewolves? I didn't really understand the museum, I just was interested to look at all the items.
Bronsk
For a moment, all the shaggy-haired healer does is gape. Zounds! More lycanthropes...can they really be so common here?
Finally, he coughs. "I agree. I doubt it iz coincidence. Maybe we can get out of this sewer? Perhaps find some dinner, and we can explain?"
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Tyrgen
Good plan. And I wouldn't mind an explanation either. You're the first were... oh, it can wait until dinner. I know a quiet place back in town where we can talk privately... if you don't mind walking back through the sewer again. After that uncharacteristic outpouring of words, Tyrgen waits to see if the others approve his suggestion.
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Walking in boots isn't ideal! Karl lifts up his boots, to show you the excrement pasted on them. But anyway, let's get out of the sewers and back to town first.
Tyrgen
Right... it's just a quiet inn where I've been staying, a little way from the docks. They don't do baths, but you could get some soap and a bucket of water there, and a basic meal at most hours. If you know somewhere better... Tyrgen leaves the statement hanging.
(OOC: I'm afraid I'm ad-libbing stuff I should have cleared with Maryring first; it's just that this is the kind of place I feel Tyrgen would be staying).
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Tyrgen
Very well. Follow me. Tyrgen starts heading back through the sewers to town. None of the other characters can see it, but there's a rare smile on his face. Other werewolves...
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It doesn't take long for the group to get out of the sewers. The fresh air beats against t$hem as sweet as the sweetest rose, compared to the stench from the sewers. The moon is gently floating up in the night sky, filling all of them with a gentle feeling of peace and serenity, despite the excitement and tension that has arrived in the group. Tyrgen leads the group to the small inn he mentioned. It is still open, despite it being very late. However it is obvious that it has only stayed open for so long because of another guest who is currently sitting in a corner for him/herself. The owner looks up at the group, not saying anything immediately.
The barkeeper scans the group with a grunt. "If you've got the cash, yeah. HEY, SALLY." He shouts into what must be the kitchen. "We've got guests. Get out some bread and water for them, then prepare their rooms." He nods towards Tyrgen. "Your food will be along shortly. The price for it all will be two gold pieces and four silver pieces."