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Edric Crestrun

While he hated to admit it, he wasn't putting much effort into his portion of the camping. Sure, he tended the fire and got the food ready, but he could literally do it blindfolded with one hand tied behind his back. So, when it came time for someone to take a shift at watch, Edric volunteered, as he got up from his imprint into the dirt near the campfire and began his patrol around the borders of their temporary territory. Catbird was still absent, still off in the astral plane, likely chasing after astral mice or something or bothering ghosts.

 

Erys Moongem

"Surely," Erys begins with a bit of a chuckle, catching up with Edric as he strolls along, "her name isn't actually Catbird. Right? That's a joke that you're playing on us." Her Common has the markedly loose accent of a Waterdeep taverncrawler, which isn't so much identifiable as the fact that it is not the practiced, slow, regal Common that her sister speaks. She passes her sheathed dagger from her right to her left, and then holds out her hand to shake. "I'm Erys Moongem."

 

Edric Crestrun

Glancing behind him as she approached, he grinned as he slowed his walk to let her catch up. "She's a he, and yeah, that's his name. Couldn't think of anything and he didn't have a name, and I was more than a little drunk. It just kinda stuck."His own accent marked him clearly as a Neverwinter resident, but it seemed like he had picked up just a bit of inflection from more foreign sources, attributable to his mixed bag of a crew he had lived with for years. "Edric Crestrun." He shook her hand, before turning back to his patrol.

 

Erys Moongem

"I've made one or two permanent decisions in a, shall we say, altered state of mind before. I know how that is. The honorable Catbird it is." She invites herself to join him on his walk, not putting the effort into scanning the horizon that he was, obviously. It was his turn. "Edric. That's a nice, strong name. That stuff you do, it's all… magic, right? That's why you're always working with your books?"

 

Edric Crestrun

He pulled out his spellbook, thumbing through a few pages, enscribed spells lighting up faintly in the night. "Yep. Most of it's in here, rest is in my head. Took years to get any good at it though, and I got my fair share of knocks in the process. Hard ones." He tapped at a page, which glowed a bit more brightly "This one right here, it'll bring Catbird back. But I figure he deserves a break after gettin' murdered twice." His sailor's inflection snuck in as he got more comfortable with conversation.

 

Erys Moongem

Erys laughs, again, not the gente chuckle of elven regality but the loud, boisterous laugh more befitting a dwarf, or some other race less concerned with appearances. "A lot of my family in Evereska aspired towards the magical arts, but it's a challenging discipline. Far too many of them spend their incalcuable years slamming their skulls into mastery of this or that school only to leap for influence the second they get a little power. It's disgraceful. Doesn't seem to be the case with you. Have you got a trade?"

 

Edric Crestrun

"Sounds like a lot of high elves I knew in my years studyin', most of them couldn't stick to a single discipline, thought they had all the time in the world." His book slammed shut with a click as a mini lock fastened the pages together securely. He took his book damn seriously. "Not me. I stuck to what I was good at, and I ended up better than any of them." He laughed a bit wistfully. "Then I wasted it by joining up with the Golden Lion and spending my years pirate hunting. So yeah, I guess you could call me a sailor."

 

Erys Moongem

"Despicable layabouts, the lot of them." Erys practically swears at the notion of the longer-lived wasting time. "Pirates pillage trade routes and make it, you know, harder for good people to build. It's an honorable profession. I respect that." Erys looks him over. He's definitely an enigma, definitely capable of wild and bizarre feats, but a threat? She just doesn't see it. He seems nice enough, laughs well enough. "And…." Her voice turns, taking on a seductive tone. "They do have a certain reputation which I can't help but appreciate. Are you attached, sailor?"

 

Edric Crestrun

This was something he'd gotten used to, and something he'd also gotten used to having to defuse. As he gave her a sidelong glance, he grinned. "Sorry, but I don't mix business and pleasure. Just a bit of a rule of mine." It wasn't that the offer wasn't tempting, it was, but he knew from his portents what kind of partner she was, and he doubted she'd be interested in the utterly uninitiated like him. He kept that bit of anxiousness under the surface. "So, you and your sister, how'd you end up in this kind of job? Not the kind of thing I'd expect a couple of high born elves to be doin'."

 

Erys Moongem

Erys resets herself with a sigh, disappointed and bored with the multiple nights spent alone in a row. Beautiful moments took time, that's why they were worth it, and to the Lady Firehair, even her extended series of chaste nights could have a beauty to them. It was… willpower. Yeah, yeah, that was it. Willpower. "That's quite alright, of course, but… you know where I am, should you change your mind. Offer's still on the table. No strings, no pressure." She spends a half moment wondering if watching her cut up wolves and diplomatize with the like of Goblins – had he seen her hit on Yeemick? That might turn a human's stomach. Something to think on. "Oh, well, Roxie and I have known each other for a little while. In that he caught me bedding a uh… hmm, cleric? Or was she technically a paladin… anyway, she had tits the size of my fucking shield. "She pantomimes, a ridiculous gesture considering the presence of her own. "And Roxie's sleeping in the room next to us, which, incidentally, I wouldn't recommend. He barged in demanding we be quiet, and we got to talking and… something of a friendship developed. As for Ona…. well, she likes to watch over me. Atara and Avara asked me to depart the homeland for a time, noble trollshit, and she decided to stay with me while we continued training."

 

Edric Crestrun

"I'll keep it in mind." Listening to her story, he wondered how Gundren, who he mostly knew as a drunken little dwarf with a good head for business, made the company of such a disparate group of weirdos. Himself included. "Never thought becoming a dwarf's drinking buddy would lead to this kind of adventure, I suppose. It's been a laugh so far. How'd you get those goblins to give up that guy anyway, I half expected us to have to slaughter a few more of them over his corpse by the time we were done. I'm impressed."

 

Erys Moongem

Erys smiles. A compliment based on talent, that made sense. One of those. She'd crack him eventually. "So the little guy with the hat, right? Yeemick. He fancied himself the boss of that cadre, but he'd been overtaken by the bugbear. I appealed to his sensibilities and the impending threat of violence. The hostage wasn't all that valuable to him. In the end, I let him save face and look like the superior diplomat who'd outsmarted me, convinced us to take a worthless hostage in exchange for the return of the band's territory and treasury. In reality, we took most of it. But his reclaimed underlings won't notice."

 

Edric Crestrun

"Clever. When the merchants arrive to reclaim the rest of their goods, Yeemick and his buddies will be as good as dead. Win win, as they say." He made a gesture with his hand, as an illusory Yeemick appeared in the air in front of them, laughing and cackling before his head fell off comically. He snickered at his own illusory joke, as he glanced back to her. "So, that healing you and your sister did, I'm guessin' you're uh…servants of one or another god?"

 

Erys Moongem

Another belly laugh from Erys, with little regard to the rest of their companions. "That shit's good, man. Yeah, yeah… Ona… declared herself a paladin dedicated to the ideals of order, and justice, and… you know the deal. She serves Hanali Celanil, and she's serious about it, but… not like your usual practitioner. She hardly knows how beautiful she is, she barely ever takes a lover. She's very dedicated to doing the right thing. Which I suppose I respect, in a way. On the other hand," Erys produces her small amulet, a simple piece adorned with the image of the Lady Firehair. "I swore myself to Sune the moment I felt her presence in my bedroom. Many decades ago, just for a moment, but the room lit up like you wouldn't believe. As did my company for the evening. The clerics jerk their dicks all day. The sisters Kii—… my sister and I, we were born to achieve more."

 

Edric Crestrun

Looking over the amulet, he was a bit surprised, not expecting that of either of them. In fact, he'd have expected the opposite. As they talked, he hadn't realized how long they had been walking around, his shift already nearing it's end as the view of the campfire began to come back into sight. "Never understood all of that myself, but you two seem like you really put yourselves into it. I've met the holier-than-thou types before, and uh, especially the elves seemed like a bunch of jackasses who used it to justify their own needs. Glad to know neither of you fit that bill." *He still wore his hatred for most of her kind of his sleeve, but his own preconceptions were being challenge the longer he spoke to her. "Met a god once, but…that's a story for another time. I think Quin is up next on watch, and I could use a bite to eat." As they neared the fire, his eyes too quickly glanced to Quinys, a smile crossing his lips revealing something he didn't quite realize himself yet.

 

Erys Moongem

Erys nodded throughout the explanation. Fuckin' elves, right? Speaking of… "I can't wait to hear the story. Another time."

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