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Discussion in 'Rauru Village' started by Daman Rask, Apr 29, 2016.

  1. The lizalfos didn’t speak, the inkling thought crossing the zora’s mind of whether or not it even spoke common Hylian. Daman seemed to lend himself a scholarly air—perhaps enough so that he would deign to learn lizard-speak or maybe even the piggy grunts of moblin-kind. The latter, perhaps not, given he intended to invade ‘blin-infested territory.

    The thought of actually cleansing Lake Hylia though, it was almost alien to Zimo. She had never thought to see her peoples’ homeland in her lifetime, and this man had appeared so suddenly after her failure to help Tiketh in his moment of need. She knew enough to know there true coincidences were rare: was it the Goddesses’ will that she follow Daman? If his quest proved fruitful, the entire Order as well as the Zora people would benefit from it.

    His endgame was irrelevant? Fine, he could keep his secrets for now. The quest he was proposing at this moment was enough to garner a legitimate interest. This was only compounded by his comment on the short lives of most Hyruleans. A twili such as himself could be old enough to have fought in the war alongside Sir Ignatius—but unlike the greying knight, Daman still seemed spry enough for fighting and field work. Exactly how much ‘knowledge’ did he possess?

    “Twenty ‘blins,” Zimo repeated, eyes darting toward the lizalfos. “And that one’s agreed to this?” Turning on one’s own allies—that was a glimmering example of the trustworthiness of the lizal. “There are ways to clear out an encampment of that size without direct confrontation. Sounds like you could use an inquisitor’s guile.” A frontal assault would be suicidal with just the three of them. Better to take the stealthy approach: poison their rations to turn them into sitting ducks, or identify and eliminate their leader to put the rest into disarray. “You understand that if you’re serious about taking me on, I would have to be making regular reports to my superiors?” Better to be up front about that caveat. It would be more suspicious of her not to outright make it known, given her vocation.
     
  2. Diego Wycliffe

    Diego Wycliffe Sing To Me The Song Of Your People
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    "You sure I can't convince you to stay?"

    The words echoed through Diego's mind like a ghost.

    "You can try. But it's better that I go. I need...time. Time to figure some things out."

    Now his own words were echoing back, bouncing around his brain like a projectile springing off a soft surface.

    "Alright. Just know the door's always open."

    "Thanks. See you later...dad."

    That soft spoken exchange happened many hours ago, back when Diego left Kasuto like a haunt in the dawn. Daegan, his father, hadn't tried to stop him. Was there a reason for that? Was there a reason for any part of that exchange to happen? He could have stayed home and just unwound from the long journey it took just to get there in time for a festival. And for what? To drink the night away, pass out because of an allergy, and miss all of it? It wasn't even that pride was on the line for having something so embarrassing and life-threatening happen to him in this way, but the fact of the matter was that this kept happening.

    To say Diego was having a rough time of it as of late was...well, accurate. Not an overstatement. Not an understatement, either. Just...accurate. From being imprisoned to being harassed to being attacked on the road to having to fight for his life to almost dying from a goddesses-be-damned pumpkin allergy. He didn't even know he even possessed the allergy until his parents told him about it after he got home that night. To top that last one off, he learned that a witch, presumably the one he had been conversing with, had tried to heal him, but simply used his dying body to put on a show for the sake of appearances. Yeah, life wasn't good right about now.

    And then there were the nightmares, those damn mental plagues that never seemed to go away. No matter how much he tried to ignore them, they just kept coming back. The same dream. Every goddamn night. A dark place with a well of inky blackness rising from under his feet. It would swirl. It would writhe. It would pulse. Then he would wake up to the feeling of something piercing his chest from behind him. Panting. Sweating. Clutching his chest. Stretching eyes wide open with fear. And he just wanted to do anything he could to escape the feeling. Just escape the fear of whatever this was that agonized him night after night.

    Perhaps it was this feeling of escape that led him here, to Rauru. "How did I get here," he muttered. Standing before the entryway into town was a man who resembled a bard and had the gear of a bard, sans the headless quarterstaff that he had been using as a walking stick. Physically, however, the man looked disheveled. His eyelids hung heavy over his face, and his countenance seemed grim. With a shrug, he walked through the entryway and into the main city. He looked around at the sights as he meandered his way through. Aesthetically, it was cleaner and better-kept. That didn't matter much in the long run, but it had to be worth something to someone.

    Before he knew it, he found a place called the Silver Stag, a place claiming to be an inn. He looked at the doorway momentarily before deciding to go inside. Diego looked around at all the chatting faces in the dining area before making a choice. Would he get a room to try and get some rest, or would he move to the dining area to try and eat something? Well, the latter seemed far more pressing, considering the growl his stomach just emanated. He moved over to the bar and sat down, where a bartender greeted him with the usual "what can I get you" type of line. As per usual. "Coffee is fine. As for food...if there's a daily special, I'll--" His sentence stopped as his eyes wandered over toward a billboard describing the daily special. "Oh, right there." He read the contents of it. Some kind of Shepherd's Pie recipe was on the menu for today. He wasn't sure if it was a Shepherd's Pie, but the ingredients sure sounded like it. "Yeah, that sounds good. I'll do that."

    When the bartender walked away, Diego was quick to bury his face in his hand, rubbing his eyes to try and keep himself awake. That only added to the delirium. "What the hell am I doing here," he muttered. Why Rauru, of all the possible places to end up? He didn't need religious sacrament or anything else he might be able to find to "save his soul," or whatever they called it. A soft chuckle emanated from him as he pushed his head back to its upright position. "Heh heh...Deidra would kill me if she knew I was here." His sister's disdain for the city was apparent in her mannerisms. What if she was here? Would she drag him back home to Kasuto, like a mother dragging a screaming child throwing a temper tantrum? After all, he had no reason to be here. He just needed time to think. To process. To understand. Understand why he was and had been experiencing these awful, awful things, and hopefully find just enough wisdom to conquer them once and for all. Because if he could do that, then he could stop the hauntings. Or hopefully find some kind of peace in all of this.
     
  3. Squamata

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    ((Thanks for your patience guys. Now that finals are done I can RP freely again.))

    Not just a fish but a rat as well. The Zora would squeal if they so much as sneezed on the rules, and then what? And how could they trust someone who cared more about regulations than success? And it was a coward to boot, all this talk of avoiding battle- it was probably the
    same kind of wretch as the Zora who’d poisoned the food of Squamata’s clansmen while they were at home with their families.

    Her lip curled. Scum.

    A man walked in. Squamata’s eyes flicked over to him at once, her attention snapping away from the cowardly sneak and to the new arrival. He looked like hell. She doubted he would be a threat even if he did suddenly attack. She returned to the conversation, and the fresh wave of hate that swept over her at the sight of the puffed up Zora was such that she had to say something, even if it wasn’t the string of curses she longed to spit at it. “Go ahead,” she said, tilting her chin up. “Tell them everything, if you like. The sooner Hyrule knows who saved your people, the quicker your kind get out of our swamp, the better.”
     
  4. Daman Rask

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    Daman seemed to take Zimo's analysis and conditions in stride, but with an even expression it was difficult to read how exactly he was taking the information. The wheels had only just started to turn with regards to dealing with the last portion of the zora's statement before Squamata interjected. Whatever his patience until that point, the lizalfos managed to strike a nerve. It rang inside of him like a tuning fork, and forced an immediate and noticeable change to the twili. The light in the area immediately around him dimmed, while the faintly glowing tattoo on his face seemed to flare. He raised a hand to halt further conversation while he spoke.

    "Enough, Squamata," he said, his tone firm as the normally cordial nature washed away. "If you want to pick fights then I will leave you here. I am not wasting twenty years of research on a hot head that can't control their tongue or their attitude." The golden attention of the twili shifted back to Zimo then, but his ire had been roused too much to be spent. "The same applies to you, Inquisitor. If you want to come along then I will still require discretion. I am not handing this over to the Order, and some of my specifics will be kept quiet. If that is agreeable, then we can get this underway."

    The shifting shadows faded then, as the light of his tattoo dulled back to its normal level of luminance. Daman shook his head as he turned to go, and lifted a hand to his eyes as if the effort had somehow been draining or unexpected. "I'm going back to my book, and will wait to see if anyone else comes along interested in this venture. Just know that if this doesn't look like it'll work out I will go to Hera, hire some mercenaries, and just do the work myself." Irritably, he stormed back off with only a minor adjustment to the object that hung on his back. He fell into his seat wearily, and began to ponder the wisdom of this path.
     
  5. Zimo hadn’t been paying the door to the establishment any mind as it opened and the Kasutan man walked through. She would not have even recognized him, if not for him approaching the bar to place an order. The familiarity of a voice caused the zora’s good eye to flick towards him for a moment and catch a glimpse of his face: Diego, the fellow whose family owned the café in Kasuto. She wondered for a moment what had brought him to Rauru, but refrained from greeting him as the moment had suddenly taken an unexpectedly terse turn.

    Evidently, the the lizalfos spoke common Hylian after all—a bit of a surprise, though not an unwelcome one. What was unwelcome was the clear venom with which it spoke, drawing the ire of even Daman. This genius might even have less tact than Zimo herself: at least the inquisitor knew when to maintain a healthy level of professionalism.

    “So that’s your angle,” she said, addressing the reptile directly for the first time. “Now you being here is starting to make a bit more sense.” Some smugness managed to creep into her voice, but she resisted the urge to lean back and haughtily cross her arms. It didn’t think it would be so simple, did it? Clear out the Water Temple and all the zoras just move back home, just like that? Twenty years was long enough that some families and businesses would find themselves entrenched in the area—some might not be precisely keen to upend their lives and leave without a fanfare. Trust a lizalfos to keep its ideas on the simple side.

    “I can be a team player, boss,” she said, turning back to Daman. “I know how to keep any personal issues out of my professional life. I trust that’ll be the same for the entire team?” The urge to give the lizard a sly grin was just about overwhelming, but she managed to keep it as just a pointed look. She turned her gaze back to the Twili. “Your terms are agreeable. I like to keep reports brief anyway. Worst part of the job, I swear.”

    Daman turned to return to his table, and giving him a minute to cool down seemed like a plan in any case. Twili could live to quite a respectable age, and Zimo didn’t want to further any impression that he was working with children. Instead, she picked up her drink and switched barstools to the one next to Diego, leaving the lizalfos to its own business.

    “Hey bud,” she greeted, giving the man a light slap on the back as she sat next to him. “Long time, no see. What brings you all the way out to Rauru? Not mercenary work, is it?” What would be the chances he was here to see Daman, after all?
     
  6. Squamata

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    Squamata stood alone, seething. She had kept silent for ages, holding back the worst of her thoughts for the sake of the mission, and was promptly reprimanded the first time she'd opened her mouth. What did Daman expect? If he wanted her to pretend that she and the trout were bosom buddies, he'd have better luck walking down to the 'blin camp and simply saying please. Squamata hadn't attacked the Zora, had she? She hadn't even threatened her! Confused and angry, she turned to stride out of the inn, not wanting to abandon the quest but feeling trapped and shut-in, but the sight of the guards still hanging around outside gave her pause. Was it really any better out there than it was in here? She sighed and followed a hallway off to the bathrooms instead, taking advantage of the empty rooms and quiet spaces to catch her breath and clear her head.

    "You need this job, Squamata," she murmured, sitting against a wall beside a rather starved looking potted plant. "You want to go home? Keep your eyes down, your hands by your sides, and your snout shut." She sighed and leaned her head back against the wall. It was a skill she hated but one she had perfected in your childhood. The Sept did not tolerate disobedience or resistance to their teachings, and she had learned early that the best way to avoid bruises, hunger, and group humiliation was to turn herself off and do or don't do whatever it took to make today more bearable. If an elder shouted at her, Squamata became quick to assume blame and immediately apologize, promising not to do it (whatever it had been) again, even if she hadn't done anything wrong in the first place or didn't understand why it was bad. All that had ended when she'd grown old enough to fight and was trusted enough to love the Sept without the guiding hand of her elders. She had gained privileges, freedom, and weapons, and she had quickly turned all her pent-up rage and frustration and sense of injustice at the Zora enemy. She'd never had to suck up to anyone or turn off again, not until the day of her dishonor when she'd begged for mercy from the Sept's highest council of elders. It had been years since she'd had to keep such a close watch on herself, but she had done it once, and she could do it again. For the sake of her people and her mission, she would ignore her beliefs, her urges, and her passions, and she would do whatever Daman asked of her. She could not risk the chance that he would grow angry and send her away. "Goddess below, give me strength."

    She rose and returned to the main room of the inn, crossing over to Daman's table and seating herself across from him. "I'm sorry," she said. "I spoke badly, and I was rude. I won't do that again. I know how important this mission is. I won't let my attitude risk our goal. I promise I won't pick a fight with the Zora." Was that enough? That was all he'd been upset about, wasn't it? Her stomach churned. What if that hadn't been enough? Maybe a little more, to be safe. "Just tell me what you want me to do, and I'll do it."
     
  7. Diego Wycliffe

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    Diego almost didn't even register that a teacup with a spoon had been sat down in front of him. He happened to look down after aimlessly gazing into nothing for a bit, and there it was. "Handy," he muttered. He added a few cubes of sugar to the tea and stirred, slowly and slowly but surely moving a spoon around as he went. A few seconds passed, and he pulled the spoon out and took a sip. It was good. Refreshing, even. He felt some of his energy return to him, as the wear and tear from his travels were starting to take their toll. Even his complexion came back a little bit, which made him look better, but not by much. But he could feel again, even if it was only temporary.

    This time, he registered the slap on his back as someone took to the barstool to his left. He turned to see a Zora standing there, looking at him and greeting him. A female Zora, muscular build, burned face...wait a minute. He recognized that burned face. How could he forget her? "Asherah," Diego claimed with a smile. Then he remembered her other name and quickly corrected himself with, "Oh wait, it's Zimo, right?" He shrugged. "Still, it's good to see you! I'd give you a hug, but I'm not sure how you'd react." He continued to smile despite that, but it was a bit sheepish. He didn't know if she was the type to embrace or reject physical contact like that, so he didn't try.

    He wouldn't deny that it was good to see a familiar face in such an unfamiliar place. To say it made things better would be some form of truth; he knew he would be lying if he said otherwise, but he couldn't say how much truth was behind the thought process. But no time for that. She asked him a question. Why was he here? He didn't really have an answer, but he might as well explain as such. "As for why I'm here, well...I don't know." He shrugged. "A lot of things have happened since we last met, and I decided to start traveling the world. I have no particular reason for being here, but...I guess you could say I'm traveling to ease my troubled mind. But that's another story."

    He didn't want to get into the details of what was ailing him unless she asked. He wasn't sure if she cared to hear his troubles, so perhaps it was best to keep them to himself. "Anyway, what about you? What have you been up to since last we met?" He remembered her status as an inquisitor and looked around. "I'm not...interrupting you or your work, am I? Are you currently in the middle of something?"
     
  8. Daman Rask

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    Daman’s breathing evened out as he began to pour another glass of wine, a forceful exercise that he’d learned long ago to get himself to clear his mind. There wasn’t much use in the anger, and the brief use of power had been unnecessary. Whatever admonishing there was to be done, he got about it quickly and resumed his reading. Unless the other two decided to swing over and tell him otherwise, for the time being at least he would assume some manner of compliance.

    Was that overly necessary? The entire thing appears to be a bit over the top, don’t you think?”

    Daman froze at the quiet voice, and then grimaced before leaning over the book and hunching his shoulders. “I still don’t have a hang of keeping that spell in check,” he muttered under his breath. “But we can’t have a bunch of bickering children along either.”

    Whilst I may be inclined to agree with their childish antics, you do know that we are in need of that zora woman. If I recall correctly - from my older age - she was the one spoken of within that of the fortune teller’s tent. Although I may be less pleased to know of their Order running blood that currently has them so bent of being so-” If it was possible, there would have been some sort of emotive reaction added to the disembodied voice. “Responsible to their own organization. But that may have something to do with the lack of interaction with the outside world. I’m prattling, what about that lizalfos? They seem… troublesome.”

    The Order has it’s place,” Daman whispered irritably, “At least they brought this part of hyrule some peace. Squamata...if she can calm herself, will be useful. Her kind are tough, and as long as she’s in front of me I should be able to put your gifts to use.” The twili shifted uncomfortably in his chair, and gave an unseen glance around the room to make sure no one was yet near enough to hear or notice the conversation. “And I strongly doubt…” there was a pause then, as the mage realized he hadn’t caught a name, “...our zora friend will be enough.”

    Humming thoughtfully; it would appear the sage conceded somewhat. “You are correct on that front Daman. As strong willed as the Zora is, they are not enough. But to put the two in close quarters, you are going to need another babysitter. Those two will be at each other's throats in a manner of seconds should you turn your back. Perhaps you ought to enlist another who will act as an additional help rather than muscle.” Sniggering lightly at their own jest, they silenced for a moment.

    If it gets us the answers we need then I’ll figure it out-” Daman paused his muttering then, as the returning lizalfos looked his way and began to make her way over. Lifting his glass to cover his mouth, he added before Squamata got close. “There aren’t any other options.” Managing not to show any further frustration with the situation, the twili drained about half of his glass before Squamata was upon him with her apology. At first his brows furrowed together with some confusion, but quickly relaxed enough for one to shoot up his forehead curiously. Finally, when the lizalfos had managed to get it all out Daman seemed to relax a bit into his chair.

    All I want, is for us to keep our heads long enough to knock some others,” he replied amiably, and then gestured back to the seat Squamata had been seated in previously. “I am aware of the...difficulties both of your peoples face. Whatever conflicts they might have provided, at least when it’s all said and done you both might be able to go back to your homes. Some of us are not so lucky.” Daman gave her a meaningful look at that, and then settled into his chair comfortably. “If we can manage to cooperate long enough to clear this nest out, then I think we stand a good chance of going pretty far with this. With that said, I’d still like to find at least one more to go with us. Is there anything you need to get done in the mean time?”
     
  9. Squamata

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    "Home..." Squamata murmured, her eyes on a fly buzzing around a lamp hanging from the ceiling nearby, "yes... when all's said and done, I would like to go home." She sunk in on herself for a few seconds, then shook her head. "No, nothing. I'm ready to go whenever." It sounded like they'd be waiting until this one more person came, but Squamata knew no-one in this town. She didn't feel safe in Rauru, followed by guards and with Zora in charge, so it wasn't like she could take a stroll outside if she got bored. Until they were ready, she would be staying in the inn.

    A thought occurred to her. "Daman," she said slowly, "I have a... question for you." She hesitated. How to ask? Obviously she couldn't tell him she'd been banished. It was humiliating, and what if he took her exile to mean she wasn't capable? Which was, after all, exactly why she'd been cast out in the first place? If he agreed with the Sept's highest council that she was a failure, he could refuse her, and Squamata wouldn't be able to fight for Lake Hylia's cleansing. That couldn't happen. And, maybe worse, if he pitied her? Squamata was a proud warrior; there was nothing worse than pity and sympathy. She couldn't tell him. But she still had to ask. She wasn't a very delicate person; she didn't know how to ask without telling too much. But there was a yearning within her that made her feel like she had to try. She was alone with him, and they had nothing to do but wait. She had to try.

    She hesitated a second more, then spoke slowly, choosing her words with care. "Your people can't go home. The Mirror is broken, so you're... you know. Stuck in this," she indicated with a finger the loud clamor of the inn and the hustle and bustle of the city outside, "confusing, alien world. Um." What next? Goddess below, she was so clumsy at this dance of words. Thank all the spirits of her ancestors the Zora wasn't nearby to hear her trip over herself like a hatchling first handed a spear. "I've seen Twili before. They pass through the marsh sometimes, seeking the Shards." She was gesticulating, trying to communicate with her hands what she struggled to get out with her voice. "This isn't home, and you're always trying to get home. I guess I'm asking-" a loud crash interrupted her, swiftly followed by raucous laughter. Someone had fallen off their chair nearby. Squamata nearly jumped out her seat, her gauntlet already raised to protect her vitals. She relaxed slowly, easing herself back down. She looked at Daman. "Does it ever get easier? Do you ever get used to all this?"
     
  10. The hylian seemed to have tea with him—not the choice of beverage she would have pegged the typical Kasutan to choose, but then the man’s family did own a café after all. Out of the corner of her vision, Zimo noted the lizalfos wander off somewhere—hopefully keeping its snout out of any trouble. It was disconcerting to have lizard-folk traipsing about the village, but there was little she could do about it under the circumstances of the treaty. But, it probably didn’t want to cause a scene any more than Zimo wanted her to, either.

    “What, you’ll think I’ll throw you over the bar over a hug?” She said, narrowing her brows with mock insult as she gave the man a soft punch in the shoulder. “Eh, fair enough point,” she relented after a moment, “I just might have, the way things have been going to shit lately.” Reaching for the glass she’d brought with her to the new stool, the zora downed what little remained in one fell swig and heavily setting the empty vessel back down on the bar. “Not that I’m about to ramble though. Nothing I can do about it anyway. Hands are tied, professionally speaking.” She spoke that last with no small hint of venom in her voice. Take may have made it anywhere in the kingdom at this point, the spirit having its way with Tiketh however it could…

    It took a moment for her to register that Diego had actually answered her question. “You’ve been traveling then, good on you!” she said, eager to jump on the change of subject. “I’m not on duty now, no,” a gesture to her now-empty glass, “But I guess I’m in the middle of something, sort of.” Turning in her seat to get a look at the tavern, she gestured with her nose towards the table Daman was reading at. The lizalfos had just reappeared and joined him as well. Were lizalfos even capable of literacy? Those claws didn’t seem well-designed to hold a pen, much less to turn a page. “That Twili over there thinks he can cleanse Lake Hylia’s pollution. And I think I might have just agreed to help him…” Though it belatedly occurred to her that he had stormed off before she had given him either of her names. Still looking at Diego, Zimo thrust a finger in the direction of the posting board. “Put a flyer up there, looking for decent adventurous folks. We could probably use a good cook on the mission, Mr. Café-Guy. Lizalfos might try to feed us skulltula or some shit, otherwise.” The sloppy grin sitting across her face seemed more in jest than serious, however. As far as she knew, Diego was just a villager without any real combat training, after all.
     
  11. Diego Wycliffe

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    Diego tilted his head at the second half of Zimo's words. Most of what she said previously about things going to shit had gone over his head. He didn't even register that she had punched him in the shoulder. While it was rude of him to ignore the fact that she had her own troubles, he didn't really want to hear it at this point. Everyone had troubles going through their head, and it's not like he didn't want to help people talk about them and overcome their troubles. But this was not the time and place to do it. If he was going to do it, he would rather have spoken troubles in his family's cafe, where the mood was a mixture of somber, calm, and quiet. Plus, he was not in the right mindset to speak on his own issues, so what good was it to help others with their own troubles if he couldn't help himself?

    When Zimo turned her gaze toward the Twili and started talking about him, he looked over to the man and tilted his head once again. Said Twili was getting a group together to...cleanse Lake Hylia? But why? Shouldn't pollution cleaning be the Zora's job, he thought. Why was a Twili taking it upon himself to do the job the Zora's couldn't do? What made him think he could do it better? Well, what place was it of Diego's to ask, much less think about, these questions?

    She then pointed toward his advertisement, then joked that he should join her on this expedition as a cook. "Is that all I'm good for," he lukewarmly joked. "A decent meal in one's stomach, no matter the time or place?" He shot her a half smile and shrugged. "Well, I might as well see what this advertisement is about. Excuse me a moment." He stood up and walked over to the billboard to see if he could scout out this advertisement. If anything, he might as well take her up on the offer. Scouting out the offer, he eventually found it.


    "Huh." There it was, free and clear. It mentioned nothing about cleansing the lake of all its impurities, though. Had Zimo already taken the man up on his offer and gotten the details? Was it even appropriate of her to share such information with him? He went to go sit back down, and to his luck, his meal was sat before him the moment his ass hit the barstool. "Oh, perfect, thank you," he told the barkeep. A Shepherd's Pie. He took a bite, and found it to be delicious. "Oh man, this is great," he said in-between bites. He'd have to remember what was in this so he could make it again for himself one of these days, either in an effort to re-create the recipe or add his own unique twist to it. It was easy to combine potatoes and minced meat into a dish, bake it, and serve it, but it was all about what went into the recipe.

    In-between more bites, he looked to his left and realized Zimo was still sitting there. Oh right, he was supposed to give her his response as to whether he wanted to go on this journey. "Heh, sorry," he claimed. "In the heat of trying this food, I kinda forgot to give my response." He set his utensils down and turned his entire body to face her. "The advertisement and your sayings on it definitely caught my interest. If this Daman Rask guy is nearby, you can tell him I might be interested in going. Although...I'd have to think about it a little more first. I can give you a full answer after I finish eating, yeah?" The risk of death was high in this situation. He could adequately defend himself, sure, but not on par with that of an actual fighter or a sorcerer. It was just enough to get by. He'd still have to think about what utility he'd even have to a team going on a mission like this.

    But more thought would come as he kept consuming. Might as well wait and see how Zimo was gonna react to his words.
     
  12. Daman Rask

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    Daman watched and listened to the lizalfos earnestly, discarding both his book and the glass of wine for a time so that he could give her his full attention. It was a thing Daman had been forced to get used to, lest someone suspect he was ignoring them or simply wasn't paying the conversation enough attention. Still, it helped him learn to read the expressions of others much more clearly and to understand better how to behave in a way that wouldn't wind up inadvertently being viewed as off putting. He reacted little to the conversation at first, and only reached for his glass after Squamata had said her peace on the matter.

    "Hmmm," he started thoughtfully, and swirled the crimson liquid in his hand. "I should start perhaps by saying that I haven't actually ever been to the Twilight. I'm into my forties, but I was one of the first born here. That was still during the war, and at the time my parents saw no reason to return me to the realm that was...is...our home." With a shrug, he studied the lizalfos for a moment before offering a sigh. "I have an ache in me to return, that I know very likely I will never be able to scratch. My...appearance puts most of the races here on edge. My kind don't appear uniform in many ways, so it seems every hylian or sheikah I meet has to adjust anew."

    "On that front, I do not believe I will ever be able to adjust. I'm not sure it's possible for me, unless I settle down somewhere and make myself a home...here." He considered for a moment as he wet his lips with the wine again, and then posed the solution she might have been looking for from him. "What I have grown accustomed to is the fact that I only have a slim chance of changing that fate, and that everything else is worth the trouble. As much as you or our new zora friend are hoping to make your way home following me, it is what I need to do for a chance at finding my way there as well." He gave a soft sort of smile then, before shrugging and glancing around the room. "And I imagine it will be markedly more palatable with companions."
     
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    So, Daman had never been to the Twilight. That surprised Squamata, but she fully understood his ache to return to his ancestral home. The Swamp was the Lizalfos' home in more than just name or convenience- it was etched into their souls, an integral part of their being, and it was not at all difficult for Squamata to grasp the concept of missing a place you'd never been to. The call of his true home was probably made worse by the biting knowledge that he would never fit in. "You Twili aren't exactly peas in a pond, yeah," she said. "I've got the opposite problem. You're all so different it's impossible to mistake one for another. Yeah, you have to deal with the shocked faces, but at least they won't scream at you for something your cousin did." She frowned down at her claws. "I don't think they can tell us apart very well," she said. "The Hylians, I mean, or even the other races, I guess. To me it's clear as day- the faces, the colors of our scales, the shapes of our snouts, spikes, all that- it jumps out at me, it seems so obvious. But it's like all our faces look the same to them. Even the nice ones, the merchants who come by, they struggle to tell me from a Lizalfos from the east side of the Swamp." She sighed. "It's made traveling through the human lands a right pain in my scales, I can tell you. What one's done, we've all done, and there's no use proving yourself to them because they'll forget who's you the moment you turn around."

    She didn't really understand what he'd meant by everything else being worth the trouble, but she wasn't about to ask him to repeat himself. She did understand the last bit, though, about their 'new Zora friend.' It was hard not to grimace. She longed to say something about finding the right kind of companions, but she was too afraid of another mess and kept her snout shut. The bit about his slim chance to change fate nagged at her, and after a few seconds she spoke again. "Is that what you're trying to get out of this? You think there's a Shard of the Mirror in Lake Hylia or something?"
     
  14. Zimo was actually somewhat surprised when the hylian took to his feet to check out the noticeboard, and the aforementioned bulletin posted by Daman. She probably shouldn’t have been so loose with her tongue about the specific details not mentioned on the flyer, but a zora’s aquatic biology wasn’t particularly well-suited even for the small amount of alcohol she had been consuming—or that was her excuse, at least. When he returned, he didn’t actually say much about it, instead turning towards the meal that had just arrived.

    Just when Zimo had been about to prod the man about the flyer, he returned to the topic by his own accord. “So, you’re really interested then?” she asked, a little taken aback. Did Diego have any marketable skills for this sort of mission after all? His build didn’t really suggest an aptitude for melee weaponry, by Zimo’s own assessment, but she recalled from their previous meeting that he had some magical talent, though largely untrained. Perhaps he’d been honing it since then.

    “He’s the twili over there,” she said, motioning to where Daman sat with the lizalfos. “I could talk you up to him, sure, if you're being serious.” She didn’t want to say it aloud, but the prospect of having a familiar face on the mission was be comforting, lest the lizard decide to slit their throats in their sleep. Zimo quirked a hairless brow at the man, a tad probing but not unkind. “Does this mean you found yourself a magic tutor after all then?”
     

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