Carloseus felt constricted, large swords were not well-adviced in closed areas even in this larger cave. He kept close attention to everyone around him as the party spread out a bit more, careful to not accidentally slice an ally. He noticed Thasador screaming the rear to turn around, the sudden instinct of the assasin to yell an order in such way showed potential of leadership. He dismissed his thought processes to concentrate on the foe before him. Locked in a dance of swords and shower of sparks, the two dueled ferociously. A blade sliced into his thigh, and though the pain was immense he took the opportunity to smite down his enemy. In one downward slash bone flesh and bone could be heard ripping apart, and the two halves fell to either side.
"Cinara!" he yelled as she was looking for some way to help. She was not yet ready as a warrior to take these foes readily, and as healer she could at any point be needed to heal.
It took Mantis a few moments to realize that he had been picked up and set aside to a safe area by the Tauren, and a few more to realize that Cinara had managed to take care of most of his more serious wounds. There were still some minor scratches and superficial bruises he noticed, but that only meant that she was experienced enough to know how to pace herself. There must certainly be a lot of healing to do.
It was only after the swashbuckler got to his feet that he noticed much of the group had gone. Where he did not know, but scanning his surroundings didn't reveal any familiar corpses. Except for one that was. That older man, Mantis thought he had heard him name himself Tufir or Truffle or something, was laying near a pile of fallen corpses with a look of extreme anguish on his face. The man was groaning slightly, ...Not dead yet then.
"Oi, Truffle!" Mantis yelled nudging the downed Tufir with his boot. "You aren't supposed to be dead yet! Get up!" He kept nudging the man, all the while keeping a lookout for more enemies. For some reason the area seemed almost clear of them, but even as crazed as Mantis was he never let his guard down.
As the last Umber Hulk fell beneath the axe of Thoradin. A feel voice was heard in the air.
"impressive master dwarf, Impressive" it spoke.
"Whear ye be at?" Thoradin called out. "Ye best be showin' yerself noo"
A shadow figure emerged seemingly out of no where.
"I commend you on your skill, yes, you and your cohorts will make an excellent sacrifice, to my dark masters, oh yes, muhahaha"
"Ye be barkin' oop the wrong tree, Ae'll not be some bloomin' mage's wee pawn, NOO YE DIE!!!" Thoradin said charging at the mage.
"Praeses, Alia, Fero" The mage chanted as he seemed to cause time to stand still for all but him long enough for him to cast some heave protection spells. "Manus, Potentis, Paro" He chanted. His body radiated with an odd bluish glow. "Vita, Mortis, Careo, Vita, Mortis, Careo" He chanted as he pointed his index fingers at two guardsmen, killing them instantly. "Grr, the blasted beggar's immune!" Thoradin yelled as his attack on the mage proved fruitless.
"RRAAAAGGGHH!!: cried Wulfgar as he charged the mage, only to find himself in the same position as Thoradin.
"Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio" The mage chanted, creating a powerful flash of energy to radiate out from him, knocking Thoradin and Wulfgar back.
"Muhahahahahaha" Laughed the mage with a very evil tone. "Your pitiful weapons are useless against me! Muhahaha"
"Manus, Potentis, Paro" chanted Baeithra, dispelling the Mage's protective spell. "attack him now all of while his protections are gone" The group charged in, but before they could deliver the final blow, the mage evoked a powerful magic, cloning himself, the mage and his clones began to chant "Praeses, Alia, Fero" and all quickly teleported out of the room. "we shall meet again, ever pathetic, ever fools" "he's gone, all that's left is this thing". Baeithra said, as see knelt down to pick up a strange talisman the mage had dropped. Shouting could be heard from above ground, faint as it was, the words "Hizah" and "we did it, te siege is broken" could be heard. The group headed to the sruface, and for the nearest tavern, they were tired, and hurting.
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-Humankind cannot gain anything without first giving something in return. To obtain, something of equal value must be lost. That is alchemy's First Law of Equivalent Exchange. In those days, we really believed that to be the world's one, and only, truth.
Zubin got to the Sewers and then tried to find the necro. He saw him throw the bottle in the air as he thought it would be useless. The bottle went flying and landed on an umber hulk injuring it but increasing its anger. Zubin felt that he should help in slaying the fallen which followed them from the lands above. He managed to kill many of them and then he saw that the warriors slayed the umber hulks. He was happy and gathered with the party. He saw Cinara making people feel better. He also saw some men bleeding and some with broken bones but none of them seemed like they had been injured in a battle. They were in great pain but didn't want to show.
The last hulk was slayed by Thoradin. Suddenly Zubin recalled that he left his bag in the sewer, he ran there and took his bag. He cam back to where the men were gathered. He saw Baeithra picking up a stone and the next thing he saw was light and some tiki huts.
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''May the Gods give you the strength and power to bear the madness which flows through our minds.''
''Zubin, I've always imagined you as a crazy raver. The kinda guy that spends all night dancing to trance music while waving glow sticks and popping ecstasy.'' - Murderface
Stumbling forward, Krog'osh walked aimlessly in search for someone he would recognize. All around him were nothing but dead corpses though, piles upon piles of both human and demon.
Upon walking slightly further, he saw a man who was seeminlgy kicking on a corpse. It was.. oh no, it was that crazed fellow who'd been sitting atop the wagon. Out of all people, he'd survived. Strange indeed.
But Korg'osh was tired, so very tired, and he had no energy to search for other living allies now. The battle had been fiercer to him than he'd expected, especially since he'd fought on his own most of the time. Somewhere along the road he'd lost his sword as well in a close encounter. It was a shame, but nothing to mourn over. There were other swords in this world.
"Hey! You're still alive it seems. What's happened to the rest of the soldiers we arrived with? Where are they" he shouted at the maniac.
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Zubin seemed to be hungry. He decided to enter the building which he considered a Tavern. He entered the tavern and ordered some beer and roasted fish. It was served in front of him. He sat down and enjoyed his teat. He thought this wasn't enough so he ate about 4 plates and 2 mugs more and also asked for a regular inn room. At last when the time came to pay, he put his hand in his bag and found out he has been robbed. He didn't wanted to show this so he decided to ask some person he knew to help him but who? Venex was not in vision and Carl wasn't too. Then who.
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''May the Gods give you the strength and power to bear the madness which flows through our minds.''
''Zubin, I've always imagined you as a crazy raver. The kinda guy that spends all night dancing to trance music while waving glow sticks and popping ecstasy.'' - Murderface
After the mage had fled, Carloseus limped behind the party and emerged to the open and fresh air. The wound he had suffered to his thigh had been healed from the outside, however it would take time for the flesh within and the spiritual forces to heal recover. His arm around his newfound freind Thasador, he was helped out and noticed Krog'osh looking around.
"Krog'osh! You made it!" he exclaimed. It was meant as jest of course, Krog'osh was of a battle-hardened race and was still stronger than himself. He gave the orc a grin and was helped out further. He soon was surrounded by his new friends, though it felt to him as if he had known them for years. Winston, Jarhead, Thasador, Krog'osh, Sarcon, and Mantis all stood close to him, the others he felt loyal to were off taking care of others or performing other such tasks.
They built a large bonfire outside the city walls, and had a resident soldier of the city bring them beer for gold they all contributed. Soon they were drinking and laughing as they shared recountings of the kills they had that battle through their experiences and past experiences. They were exhausted from the long battle, they had not slept much if any, and rest had been hard to have. However now that they were resting, drinking, and laughing they lost memory of sleep. Slowly others joined them, and added their share of entertainment. The city tavern would be filled with the locals, they saw no need to discomfort the city soldiers by having their own section in there.
No, the open battlefield now littered with fallen demons and foes was perfect for their celebration.
Zubin was in sorrow when he found out that he had no money. He decided to search his bag again and there it was a cloth bag which had many coins. He said: ''What a fool i am.''. He paid the guy and walked out. He saw Carl sitting and recalled that Carl once helped him when he was seriously injured. He bought a big mug of beer and rushed to where many people were surrounding Carl. He went there and bowed to Carl in respect. They intoduced themselves and then Zubin handed the mug of beer to Carl. Then he introduced himself to all the other guys present there but Krog'osh seemed to ignore him. Nevertheless, Zubin thanked Carl again. He offered him a room but Carl said he could manage everything.
Zubin asked Carl was there anything he could do for him to thank him in any way. Carl thought for awhile and opened his mouth to say something.
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''May the Gods give you the strength and power to bear the madness which flows through our minds.''
''Zubin, I've always imagined you as a crazy raver. The kinda guy that spends all night dancing to trance music while waving glow sticks and popping ecstasy.'' - Murderface
"Just stay out of trouble Zubin, know when to fight and when to fall back. It hurts us more having to help you or to lose you than if you just find enemies you can beat." Carloseus said to Zubin, and drank from the mug given to him, and pats Zubin on the back.
The Admiral's Arms tavern, in the slums district was one of the few still intact after the siege, was loud and rowdy, if the patorns weren't calling for serving wenches to fill up their mugs, or for courtesans to fullfill their lusts of the flesh, they were either brawling or out cold. A small group of minstrels were playing on the stage.
Baeithra was admiring the talisman she had picked up, A skull with glowing eyes, being held by what appeared to be a raven's claw. Sit sad at the table twirling it as she dangled from her hand.
"It does not appear to be magical, must be organizational" Baeithra thought to herself as she studied it.
"A fine ale after a fine day's work" Wulfgar said slamming his much down on the table. "BBURRRRGGGGHHHHHHH!!! "
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Phasys noticed a loud man named Carl in the Tavern talking to someone who went by the name "Zubin". Phasys had been staying to the shadows until now. He got up and his eyes darted everywhere, it was the look he made before commiting thievery. He got up, and silently stealthed toward Carl. Grinning as he edged in for the steal, he reached into Carl's pocket. In Phasys' mind, there was nothing better than this moment. Carl was in deep conversation with his back to Phasys. Things couldn't have been more perfect. The possesions of Carl would be his in a few seconds.
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It's the decisions you make when you have no time to make them that define who you are.
Zubin suddenly say Phasys and held his hand. Phasys quickly attacked him with a dagger and ran away quick. Everyone ignored him. But were much more aware now. Carl asked if the injury was serious but Zubin gave a negative answer.
Zubin asked Carl if he wanted some meal and got a negative answer so he decided to eat one himself. On entering the Tevern he saw Baeithra staring at the Talisman. He went to the guy standing next to the counter and took a plate of roasted fish. He then went next to Baeithra and sat there.
Zubin said : ''May i see what you have?''. Baeithra's eyes left the talisman and now she was staring at zubin. Zubin said : ''Oh, i'm Zubin, son of the lord of dark valour. I'm not experienced enough in fighting demons but i may prove useful''. Wulfgar said :''I like your spirit boy, but i cannot tell anything about her *burp*''. Baeithra sat still for a minute and then said : ''I'm Baeithra''.
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''May the Gods give you the strength and power to bear the madness which flows through our minds.''
''Zubin, I've always imagined you as a crazy raver. The kinda guy that spends all night dancing to trance music while waving glow sticks and popping ecstasy.'' - Murderface
As Winston approached the inn, he noticed that it was loud. Winston did not enjoy loud places, but he noticed that the sign said "inn". He assumed it was commanding him to come in, so he decided to follow it's orders, who knew what tricks it might have up its sleeves.
When he walked into the tavern he noticed his protecting buddy, Carloseus, talking a corner, with a strange man behind him, apparently reaching into his pocket. Winston decided to protect Carloseus in case this reaching into pocked continued.
Then, a man attacked him with a dagger. This was odd. Winston wasn't sure who to attack now because Carloseus may still need protecting. Winston drew his sword and with the flat of the blade struck the man with the dagger across the face.
As Phasys ran out of the Tavern into the open, he quikcly went by the door and peered into the Tavern. He had never failed at thievery... what was happening? Phasys stared at his own two hands, dumbfounded. He walked back into the Tavern as if nothing had happened. He swallowed his pride and walked right up to Zubin. "Who are you? How did you see me?"
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Hehe, i'm Zubin son of Draceath. I have unmatched speed in everything which is activated rarely, otherwise i'm not so fast. I was quick in seeing you but i have noticed that you have a very high speed in running. You may prove useful to the team too. Take these gold coins and now stop stealing things and specially leave the party members alone. Or maybe come with me, i think we should have a conversation about ourselves.
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''May the Gods give you the strength and power to bear the madness which flows through our minds.''
''Zubin, I've always imagined you as a crazy raver. The kinda guy that spends all night dancing to trance music while waving glow sticks and popping ecstasy.'' - Murderface
Thank you for the coins Zubin. I lived with my brother alone, but then he left me. Both my parents are dead, I have nowhere to go. This is why I became a thief. And I agree with you, the party would really think that my skills are useful. And now I ask you... is there a spot in your party? However, if my thievery is not allowed, then I must take my leave of you. So what do you say?
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I'm sorry to know about what happened to you. And as to tell you about an empty spot, I don't know, I'm not that high. I even tried to talk to the higher ups but they have much mor useful things to do. You can cme with the party and help us. Mybe you will get a chance to show your skills. So, what are you a specialist in? I'm training in slayin' undead.
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''May the Gods give you the strength and power to bear the madness which flows through our minds.''
''Zubin, I've always imagined you as a crazy raver. The kinda guy that spends all night dancing to trance music while waving glow sticks and popping ecstasy.'' - Murderface
Venex sat on a high stone wall with several of the town guardsmen. They drank to forgot their troubles and by this time were quite inebriated. One of them was trying to tell a joke. "So then - and this is the warrior speaking," he said through a belch, "and he says, 'oh no My Lord, I haven't got any chickens!'" the others errupted in laughter. Venex supposed it was an inisde joke.
"What's the matter, Necromancer?" asked one of the guardsmen, peering around his drunken comrades. "Come one, this is a great victory! Celebrate!"
Venex was in no mood for celebrating. That sense of foreboding that he'd first felt in the sewers had not dissapated. "Ah nothing," he said at last. "I just umm, I think I need to go for a walk. Stretch my legs." He hopped off the wall and landed on his feet, absorbing the impact but kneeling low to the ground. Johnny was there waiting for him. "Let's go," he said to the skeleton. They walked in the direction he'd seen some of the group go earlier and it led him through alleys and sidestreets, giving him plent of time to think.
Something was very wrong in the world. What was that talisman? he wondered. He made another mental note to find out what exactly that mage had dropped. And where did Zubin dissapear to? He had seen Zubin in the sewers and received a potion from him before the man had run to safety. Something still nagged on the back of his mind, though, and it was perhaps the most urgent in his thoughts. Who had summoned all those creatures in the cemetary?
At last he arrived in a brighter area and heard warriors talking loudly from within a taven. He entered, instructing Johnny to wait outside. He saw the tall man and with him, Zubin. He made his way over to thank the tall man for saving his life earlier but stopped himself. There was another there, talking to Zubin. He didn't like the look of the fellow, but decided that he probably didn't look too great himself. He approached the speakers.
"And now I ask you... is there a spot in your party?" said the man talking to Zubin. Venex decided that this was no place to interject. He made his way over to another seat and ordered a drink, paying with what little funds he had.
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"Cinara!" he yelled as she was looking for some way to help. She was not yet ready as a warrior to take these foes readily, and as healer she could at any point be needed to heal.
It was only after the swashbuckler got to his feet that he noticed much of the group had gone. Where he did not know, but scanning his surroundings didn't reveal any familiar corpses. Except for one that was. That older man, Mantis thought he had heard him name himself Tufir or Truffle or something, was laying near a pile of fallen corpses with a look of extreme anguish on his face. The man was groaning slightly, ...Not dead yet then.
"Oi, Truffle!" Mantis yelled nudging the downed Tufir with his boot. "You aren't supposed to be dead yet! Get up!" He kept nudging the man, all the while keeping a lookout for more enemies. For some reason the area seemed almost clear of them, but even as crazed as Mantis was he never let his guard down.
Like a cat, tied to a stick
"Dawn of the Third Day"
As the last Umber Hulk fell beneath the axe of Thoradin. A feel voice was heard in the air.
"impressive master dwarf, Impressive" it spoke.
"Whear ye be at?" Thoradin called out. "Ye best be showin' yerself noo"
A shadow figure emerged seemingly out of no where.
"I commend you on your skill, yes, you and your cohorts will make an excellent sacrifice, to my dark masters, oh yes, muhahaha"
"Ye be barkin' oop the wrong tree, Ae'll not be some bloomin' mage's wee pawn, NOO YE DIE!!!" Thoradin said charging at the mage.
"Praeses, Alia, Fero" The mage chanted as he seemed to cause time to stand still for all but him long enough for him to cast some heave protection spells. "Manus, Potentis, Paro" He chanted. His body radiated with an odd bluish glow. "Vita, Mortis, Careo, Vita, Mortis, Careo" He chanted as he pointed his index fingers at two guardsmen, killing them instantly.
"Grr, the blasted beggar's immune!" Thoradin yelled as his attack on the mage proved fruitless.
"RRAAAAGGGHH!!: cried Wulfgar as he charged the mage, only to find himself in the same position as Thoradin.
"Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio" The mage chanted, creating a powerful flash of energy to radiate out from him, knocking Thoradin and Wulfgar back.
"Muhahahahahaha" Laughed the mage with a very evil tone. "Your pitiful weapons are useless against me! Muhahaha"
"Manus, Potentis, Paro" chanted Baeithra, dispelling the Mage's protective spell. "attack him now all of while his protections are gone"
The group charged in, but before they could deliver the final blow, the mage evoked a powerful magic, cloning himself, the mage and his clones began to chant "Praeses, Alia, Fero" and all quickly teleported out of the room. "we shall meet again, ever pathetic, ever fools"
"he's gone, all that's left is this thing". Baeithra said, as see knelt down to pick up a strange talisman the mage had dropped.
Shouting could be heard from above ground, faint as it was, the words "Hizah" and "we did it, te siege is broken" could be heard. The group headed to the sruface, and for the nearest tavern, they were tired, and hurting.
The last hulk was slayed by Thoradin. Suddenly Zubin recalled that he left his bag in the sewer, he ran there and took his bag. He cam back to where the men were gathered. He saw Baeithra picking up a stone and the next thing he saw was light and some tiki huts.
''Zubin, I've always imagined you as a crazy raver. The kinda guy that spends all night dancing to trance music while waving glow sticks and popping ecstasy.'' - Murderface
Upon walking slightly further, he saw a man who was seeminlgy kicking on a corpse. It was.. oh no, it was that crazed fellow who'd been sitting atop the wagon. Out of all people, he'd survived. Strange indeed.
But Korg'osh was tired, so very tired, and he had no energy to search for other living allies now. The battle had been fiercer to him than he'd expected, especially since he'd fought on his own most of the time. Somewhere along the road he'd lost his sword as well in a close encounter. It was a shame, but nothing to mourn over. There were other swords in this world.
"Hey! You're still alive it seems. What's happened to the rest of the soldiers we arrived with? Where are they" he shouted at the maniac.
''Zubin, I've always imagined you as a crazy raver. The kinda guy that spends all night dancing to trance music while waving glow sticks and popping ecstasy.'' - Murderface
"Krog'osh! You made it!" he exclaimed. It was meant as jest of course, Krog'osh was of a battle-hardened race and was still stronger than himself. He gave the orc a grin and was helped out further. He soon was surrounded by his new friends, though it felt to him as if he had known them for years. Winston, Jarhead, Thasador, Krog'osh, Sarcon, and Mantis all stood close to him, the others he felt loyal to were off taking care of others or performing other such tasks.
They built a large bonfire outside the city walls, and had a resident soldier of the city bring them beer for gold they all contributed. Soon they were drinking and laughing as they shared recountings of the kills they had that battle through their experiences and past experiences. They were exhausted from the long battle, they had not slept much if any, and rest had been hard to have. However now that they were resting, drinking, and laughing they lost memory of sleep. Slowly others joined them, and added their share of entertainment. The city tavern would be filled with the locals, they saw no need to discomfort the city soldiers by having their own section in there.
No, the open battlefield now littered with fallen demons and foes was perfect for their celebration.
Zubin asked Carl was there anything he could do for him to thank him in any way. Carl thought for awhile and opened his mouth to say something.
''Zubin, I've always imagined you as a crazy raver. The kinda guy that spends all night dancing to trance music while waving glow sticks and popping ecstasy.'' - Murderface
Baeithra was admiring the talisman she had picked up, A skull with glowing eyes, being held by what appeared to be a raven's claw. Sit sad at the table twirling it as she dangled from her hand.
"It does not appear to be magical, must be organizational" Baeithra thought to herself as she studied it.
"A fine ale after a fine day's work" Wulfgar said slamming his much down on the table. "BBURRRRGGGGHHHHHHH!!! "
It's the decisions you make when you have no time to make them that define who you are.
Zubin asked Carl if he wanted some meal and got a negative answer so he decided to eat one himself. On entering the Tevern he saw Baeithra staring at the Talisman. He went to the guy standing next to the counter and took a plate of roasted fish. He then went next to Baeithra and sat there.
Zubin said : ''May i see what you have?''. Baeithra's eyes left the talisman and now she was staring at zubin. Zubin said : ''Oh, i'm Zubin, son of the lord of dark valour. I'm not experienced enough in fighting demons but i may prove useful''. Wulfgar said :''I like your spirit boy, but i cannot tell anything about her *burp*''. Baeithra sat still for a minute and then said : ''I'm Baeithra''.
''Zubin, I've always imagined you as a crazy raver. The kinda guy that spends all night dancing to trance music while waving glow sticks and popping ecstasy.'' - Murderface
When he walked into the tavern he noticed his protecting buddy, Carloseus, talking a corner, with a strange man behind him, apparently reaching into his pocket. Winston decided to protect Carloseus in case this reaching into pocked continued.
Then, a man attacked him with a dagger. This was odd. Winston wasn't sure who to attack now because Carloseus may still need protecting. Winston drew his sword and with the flat of the blade struck the man with the dagger across the face.
It's the decisions you make when you have no time to make them that define who you are.
''Zubin, I've always imagined you as a crazy raver. The kinda guy that spends all night dancing to trance music while waving glow sticks and popping ecstasy.'' - Murderface
It's the decisions you make when you have no time to make them that define who you are.
''Zubin, I've always imagined you as a crazy raver. The kinda guy that spends all night dancing to trance music while waving glow sticks and popping ecstasy.'' - Murderface
It's the decisions you make when you have no time to make them that define who you are.
"What's the matter, Necromancer?" asked one of the guardsmen, peering around his drunken comrades. "Come one, this is a great victory! Celebrate!"
Venex was in no mood for celebrating. That sense of foreboding that he'd first felt in the sewers had not dissapated. "Ah nothing," he said at last. "I just umm, I think I need to go for a walk. Stretch my legs." He hopped off the wall and landed on his feet, absorbing the impact but kneeling low to the ground. Johnny was there waiting for him. "Let's go," he said to the skeleton. They walked in the direction he'd seen some of the group go earlier and it led him through alleys and sidestreets, giving him plent of time to think.
Something was very wrong in the world. What was that talisman? he wondered. He made another mental note to find out what exactly that mage had dropped. And where did Zubin dissapear to? He had seen Zubin in the sewers and received a potion from him before the man had run to safety. Something still nagged on the back of his mind, though, and it was perhaps the most urgent in his thoughts. Who had summoned all those creatures in the cemetary?
At last he arrived in a brighter area and heard warriors talking loudly from within a taven. He entered, instructing Johnny to wait outside. He saw the tall man and with him, Zubin. He made his way over to thank the tall man for saving his life earlier but stopped himself. There was another there, talking to Zubin. He didn't like the look of the fellow, but decided that he probably didn't look too great himself. He approached the speakers.
"And now I ask you... is there a spot in your party?" said the man talking to Zubin. Venex decided that this was no place to interject. He made his way over to another seat and ordered a drink, paying with what little funds he had.