Dungeons And Dragons Campaign [full] [discontinued On The Forums]

"Hum, roasted chicken for the meal."

 

"I'll make sure they figure out to roast your horns don't you worry"

 

Sun is setting so it’s either her shop/house or the inn. I’ll go to the inn. (Obviously not because Ti’Lin already found her.)

Along the way I’ll call out for George occasionally.

 

Hachie looks shocked at your outrage, and starts stuttering.

"I... uhh... he just... uhhh..."

She's sitting in the Inn, and looks up when you come over.

"Linny!"

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No luck with the George calling, but as you approach the Inn you see Ti'Lin enter, and approach Maddie as he does

 

"Evening, Maddie. How has your day been?"

 

Alth let's out a heavy sigh

Alth:"Can you at least point me toward where he was heading?"

 

Before leaving, Alas says to the farmer :
"If at any moment you need help for something else, and you want to help someone get out of his boredom ... I will be at the Inn if I'm bored."

And he goes back to the tavern.
As he walks back, he looks at Alfred :
"..."
"..."
"Since when can you fly ?"

 

Erevan follows Heat back to the inn.

 

Seeing as Ti'Lin has beaten Heat to the punch, he looks for Wave.

 

Whether or not you see Wave is up to Spyro, but you do see Erevan coming from the same direction that you just did.

Erevan: "Heat! A moment of your time?"

 

Heat's tense, semi-distressed stance fades as he turns to the recognizable voice.
"What riddles the lightbearer's mind?"

 

Erevan pauses for a moment to consider your odd phrasing.

"... you have the items we found down in that foul nest, yes? I... recognize the craftsmanship of those boots we found. Elven-made."

"... meaning that creature probably killed at least one of my people."

"Anyway... would you mind if I had a look at them? For, ah... sentimental reasons as well as practicality."

 

Heat takes into account the pensive atmosphere, retrieving the boots from his bag and handing them to Erevan formally.

"Of course. Is there anything else?"

 

"Thank you. A little reminder of home... however grim it may be."

Erevan looks back up at Heat. "Not per se... though we seem to be headed to the same destination," he gestures to the inn, "and I'd appreciate the chance to talk to you at some point."

"Though at this moment it seems you were searching for the boy. Apologies for interrupting. I will help if you wish."

 

Heat hesitates to halt his search for the boy but decides it's for the better.

He sighs with equal despair and empathy.
"Any reminder of home should be cherished as a reason to march forward and fight back with unwavering resolve for those who cannot, Erevan."

He looks towards the inn door.
"When you reflect upon your origins, think not of what has become of the places you see in your memories or the people you behold in your heart. Rather, think of what you may do to continue that legacy you care so deeply for. And fight with your last dying breath to see it through. For even when someone has nothing, they may still give their life."

Heat lets Erevan take that in, opening the door to the inn before saying:
"I will be inside when you are ready to meet me."

 

Erevan seems slightly shaken and stands outside for another minute or two, still holding the boots.

Eventually, he puts them away and follows Heat into the inn, looking for the warforged.

 

Heat has gone off to sit at a vacant booth.

 

Erevan sits down across from Heat.

"I just... want to talk. You... you are an enigma to me. To most of us, I think. For how far you have traveled with us, I still understand so little of you and what you want. At times you are terrifying..."

"I recall an outburst when you proclaimed that after this was done, you would not allow any of us to escape our natural deaths... or something to that effect. And earlier today, the things you said when the angel manifested... you seem to know of things that are beyond the comprehension of the rest of us. It is deeply unsettling."

"But though I do not trust you, I know that you are capable of true heroism. At times you have an incredible inspiring quality, almost magnificent to behold. It doesn't..."

"Who are you?"

 

"Exhaustin'! I've been a workin' on mah little project 'ere, but it's goin' real slow without any able 'elper."

"He went somewhere northwest, I think"

I'll let you and Erevan have your moment, you don't see Wave right now

 

"What little project?"