Café de Nuit

That would be awesome please.

Breathe In, Breathe Out. Freaking out is just going to put Celeste in danger. Hopefully the girl picked up on your warning. Tomas closes his fist until the knuckles are white regardless, because if this isn't a sign of something horribly wrong in this house, what is? Steeling his nerve, Eisenwald st...

Nic if you survive this I am going to grab a random PC and chain him or her to you.

Tomas reaches out, lightly touching Celeste's shoulder, propriety be darned. He gives her a glance that he hopes is significant to put the girl on her guard; she can follow him or try to distract the Bergerons, but either way Tomas wants the girl to be careful. Her ordeal with "Inky" is fr...

Tomas has spent his time cashing in his eccentric, affably fascist Lamordian' stock. He follows Celeste in, after taking a long moment looking over the doorway and the immediate entryway. Hands clasped behind his back, he could almost be a military inspector...or a nanny, carefully considering every...

Personally, I like to include some stronger ties to Mordent and Richemulot and mention the "old families". Sure, there are no heirs left to many of the estates in Mordent proper, but you can bet a lot of the best and brightest second sons and unlovely daughters booked it across the border ...

Why would a golem need to be brainwashed, anyway? Aren't they usually loyal to their creators unless dread golems?

Well, we know that Darkon has a professional navy and Nova Vaasa is building one out of privateers and the like. I would assume Dementielu has some to guard the port and merchant traffic. Lamordia's government seems more likely to make due with privateers, and Mordent is too small to really support ...

"Hi." Tomas sort of gives a little wave; he knows Celeste is better at this, but lifelong 'think i am big and friendly and not a monster' instincts are hard to shake. "Sorry to wake you folks."

((What do we need to roll to try and recognize these folks?))

"Now, wait, Celeste, we shouldn't, ah, play that card until its appropra..." Too late. Tomas slumps a little, honestly impressed that the girl can gob faster than he could in the old days. Eisenwald crosses his arms and attempts that subtle balance between 'not a monster' and 'could take y...

"I don't suppose you are acquainted with whomever lives here, Celeste?" Tomas asks, having recovered from whatever damaged him in the market proper fairly well. "Only, 'hi, we're looking for a metaphorical hailstone' seems like a great way to get thrown out."

Tomas takes a longing look towards the kitchen, and resumes rubbing his eyes and nose as though he had a nasty sinus cold. ow ow ow ow ow.

((Sorry. School started up. I'll be back to normal soon.))

Now I'm just picturing Lia shoving ginger root in Tomas's mouth for some reason. "Chew. Cheeeewww."

"We don't have time for this." Tomas snaps, his patience with coy fairy beings at its absolute limit. "Lives are on the line. Lia, we also don't have the time to ease that young man into something resembling a trustworthy state of mind." "You claim to be able to get around w...

"And how many of those do you happen to have?" Tomas deadpans before he can stop himself; he's always had a grudge against disembodied voices. Pausing from double checking the map and mentally debating a memory jogging potion, Eisenwald stands up, crossing his arms and frowning in the dire...