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

  1. Ishii Matanzas

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    It looked like a plan was in motion. "You're not asking me to do anything I don't want to do, Blade. I'll be ready to fight for you. Rest easy, for we will be prepared for battle tomorrow." With Alex's departure and promise of leaving first thing in the morning, Ishii finished his current drink. After wiping the stout drizzling down his lips, he turned to the remaining men. It seemed the young Hylian didn't quite have the same confidence as he did. Understandable, seeing as he had spent more time in a classroom than an actual fight. "Just because you lack experience does not mean you will be poor in a fight. Everyone starts in the same place, and you have an advantage over me by having a special set of skills." The Goron pointed out. "Never discount yourself, and hope for the best. That mindset has always served me well."

    Conway seemed to be on the same mindset, offering to help Nemorac to learn some combative skills. Matanzas was not surprised to hear he knew some magic. All the Sheikah he had met had some sort of magical skill or another. He was beginning to wonder if all were knew magic in some form or another? "Good to see you helping Nemorac, Conway. I have a feeling us foursome will be doing well together. You have my word that I shall help you on your personal quest as well, Conway." He said with a nod to the Sheikah. It sounded like a hell of an adventure, whether it was successful or not, and giving how long it had been? Well, he was not going to assume.

    Standing up, he gave his arms a stretch and yawned. "Well, men." He said, looking down at the other two. "I think I'll follow Blade's path and take my leave as well. Nightfall will be upon us soon, and I hope they have a room big enough to fit someone of my size!" He said with a chuckle. With that, he took his leave in hopes for a comfortable and large bed for the evening.
     
  2. Nemorac

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    Nemorac smiled at both Conway and Ishii, thankful for both the advice and the offer to help. Addressing Conway first, he shook his head. "It's not my repertoire that's the problem, it's actual experience." He then turns to Ishii. "I thank you for the vote of confidence, and you have your own set of skills that I could never hope to match." Nodding as the Goron took his leave, the young Hylian got up, leaving his half-finished drink on the table.

    "I do agree that we should get some rest. I guess we'll all convene here in the morning." Picking up his spellbook/notebook, he rented a room and quickly went to it. Instead of going to bed like he probably should, he instead spent a while pouring over his notes, making sure he had the various spells that he felt would be of aid to them fresh in his mind. As he lay down, his mind turned towards potential strategies, however fruitless such an endeavor was. He knew nothing of how his new companions fought, but his mind was still trying to at least figure out ways he could compliment their abilities, whatever they may be. Eventually the racing thoughts turned into an incomprehensible muck of barely coherent ideas, before he finally dozed off.
     
  3. Blade

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    (Apologies for the delay. Bring on adventure! Sorry for crap post quality, just gonna try getting us moving XD)

    Sleeping restless most of the night, Alex was lucky to have gotten any rest at all. Sunlight shining in through the window, he groaned and rolled over, sitting up to test his injured leg. Reasonably healed, at the very least the pain had receded to nothing more than the occasional dull ache. He wouldn't be able to run on it, but then again he was never very good at running anyway. Luckily, he was armored and armed to the teeth with a wonderfully deadly weapon. In short, he was ready to fend off and destroy anything he couldn't escape from.

    Yawning, he checked his belongings and exited the room, heading to the common room for breakfast. Getting himself a good meal, he waited around for his friends to arrive so they could get going.He still remembered the way and was sure it wouldn't take too long to get there. Nothing near days nor weeks of travel, at any rate. Honestly, he wasn't sure they'd even join, but all seemed more than eager the night before. That sure made him glad for he didn't have to be alone.

    Before finishing, before leaving, he got himself a good drink for it was never too early for a drink when you had something to drink to. This drink in particular was for Ria and Nines. For better or for worse, he was soon going to find out what had become of them. "Time to get this show on the road," he said cheerfully, "Adventure and danger awaits."
     
  4. Ishii Matanzas

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    A sound sleep for Ishii meant he practically slept deep and he certainly couldn't explain about that. It had been a while that he could sleep with meaning to his plans for the future. Resting easily and in a bed befitting his size, Matanzas awakened early. Once downstairs, he noted none of his acquaintances were about. Did he get up too early? Was it possible it was all a fever dream from too many drinks and he was now making up people in his mind and truly had lost his touch with reality? Fortunately, that idea was missed quickly. Enjoying a strong breakfast and waiting patiently for his comrades, he is relieved to see Blade wake. After spending a fair part of the meal discussing plans. As they finished, the one-eyed man hosted a toast, which Ishii nodded and drank a stout one himself in honor of his fallen friends. With that done, Matanzas joined his new ally on his personal quest, ready for what waited ahead - and anticipating a good fight with a Stalfos.
     
  5. Daman Rask

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    By the time Daman arrived and got situated at the Silver Stag, it was early in the afternoon. He'd made slow progress from Kasuto, hindered by an argument and a distinct lack of equine augmented pacing. As he sat down at a table, he hefted the borrowed and bound tome onto its surface and cast a glance out the window. With his travel equipment situated in his room, and the second wanted notice posted, there wasn't much to do but wait. He'd been given enough guidance to know where to look, but not enough to get very specific. All there really was to do now was to wait.

    As he opened the book, he paid little mind to the empty tap room or the message he'd tacked to the board. It had a twin back in Kasuto, but the twili hadn't stuck around long enough to see if it would reel anyone in. At least here in Rauru he had something to look for. How exactly he was supposed to find someone with the mark of fire on their breast and brow though, he wasn't entirely sure of. Daman hoped that when he saw what he was looking for he would know it. But if not, there was always the chance he'd get yelled at and told. It wasn't his preferred methodology, but things wouldn't get moving on their own.

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  6. Squamata

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    Squamata hated this town. It was too loud, too smelly, and too cramped. Buildings loomed overhead, cramming the world into tiny narrow streets. People were everywhere, more than in Blue Maiden, more even than in Kasuto during the Festival, which drove Squamata nuts. How was she supposed to watch for potential threats when there were people on every side? And the smells! There were a thousand pungent odors in this city, from the smells of feces to the too-sharp tang of the sauces and spices the Hylians dumped on their food, and they did not mix well. Squamata had to fight the urge to vomit ever since she first walked into the city, and the people's stares didn't help her unease. Despite the throngs of people walking the streets, there was always a few feet of space around her. Everyone watched her here. It was impossible to blend in with so many eyes on her. Then there were the mutters. She couldn't make out what the people were saying, but they whispered as she passed, and it made her distinctly uneasy. She wanted to whirl around and confront one of the mutterers, but the sight of a pair of guards tailing her from a distance held her back. If she was killed or thrown in prison, she'd never win glory for her people. She grit her teeth and pressed onward.

    She entered the Silver Stag and closed the door firmly on the sight of the guards following her. She shook her head and breathed a sigh of relief, then turned to face the inn. A few of the patrons were staring at her, but she bared her teeth and they turned away. She probably shouldn't have done that, but Squamata was too fed up with this town to care. She stormed over to the bulletin board. There was a notice just like the one she'd seen in Kasuto. Good. She was worried she'd be too late and miss her shot at gold and glory. She touched the notice and sent a quick prayer for fortune. Then she turned to face the room. There was no picture attached to the notice, and no-one here had a sign with "DAMAN" written on it, so how was she supposed to know who this man was?

    "Oi!" She called, her voice loud and clearly audible over the buzz of the tavern floor. "Which one of you warm-blooded city folk is Daman Rask?"
     
  7. Daman Rask

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    Occasional glances out the window had meant Daman had made precious little progress on his reading. While it wasn't as though the information would go anywhere, the level of distraction he felt was strange and left him feeling more even more uneasy than he already was. The notices he'd left on the wall and in Kasuto were a long venture out onto a questionable limb, but he somehow doubted that even the fire marked individual would be enough to handle the problems he'd already run away from once. The discourse on pre-war Hyrulian magical research was not sufficient to keep his attention.

    He caught sight of the lizalfos as they entered the tavern, both surprised at her presence in the religious town and a little concerned at the sight of guards outside. He lifted an eyebrow in her direction as she stormed over to the notice board, and gave the wayward warrior curious look before she started to shout. The twili was out of his seat in a instant, waving a hand at the displeased bartender to let the man know that he would handle it. Without the mask he wore at the festival, his appearance was markedly more striking however, and he made his approach somewhat slowly.

    "I believe you're looking for me," Daman said as he approached the lizalfos, wearing a vaguely apologetic expression. "About the notice? I've got a table, if you'd like to discuss the details..." The twili trailed off a little as he extended a hand in greeting, as if indirectly looking for the lizalfos' name.
     
  8. Squamata

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    "Squamata," the Lizalfos said, clasping the Twili's forearm. She made sure to grab with the arm that was not covered in her metal gauntlet. With another Lizalfos they would clasp gauntlets, since those were the biggest threat, but she didn't want to spook this man by encompassing his hand with her cold, metal one. She gave the otherworldly man a quick appraising look as she moved to the table he'd indicated. Twili were a rare sight, especially in her home swamp, but a few had come through to trade now and again. In this city, they were both outsiders. After having just been stared at and whispered about, she made an effort not to appear taken aback by his appearance. She had nothing against Twili- indeed, given her current exile she even felt some empathy- and she let some of the anger and resentment that had been building in her since entering this damn city leave her voice and her posture. She wanted this first meeting with her first employer to be a success.

    "Yeah, I saw your sign in Kasuto." She took the seat that gave her the best sight of the door. If the guards came in, she wanted to know. "I'm in, if it was honest." She glanced at the Twili's book. It looked like deep, academic stuff. "What's the job?"
     
  9. Daman Rask

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    "It was honest, assuming we can wrangle enough muscle together to get it done," Daman admitted with a chuckle. He didn't seem the least bit put off by her or her demeanor as he sat back down, drawing a stiff strip of cloth out of a shirt pocket to place in between the pages of his book calmly. Once he closed it, he shifted his attention to an as yet untouched glass of red wine. The twili didn't drink from it, only moving it closer to himself as he considered a proper explanation for the job that he was enlisting help for.

    "But for some of the rewards, I think a more long term approach will have to be considered." His features shifted up to more emphatically place his attention upon her, a trait he'd forced himself to pick up long ago. "Short term, I need assistance getting access to and clearing out a sort of...stronghold. It wasn't always used for such purposes, but when I tried to gain access myself I encountered quite a few remnants of the dark army." With a sigh and a shrug, he continued, "They'll need to be cleared out to find out if what I'm looking for remains inside."

    Daman gave her a long quiet look, and then explained. "From what I've been able to glean, there was research being done on how to counteract the toxins Derazoru has been pumping into Lake Hylia for decades. Perhaps even a vaccine or a restorative measure. If it's there, I want it. And I want to use it to clear out the abomination inside the temple."
     
  10. Squamata

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    Squamata's eyes widened. This Twili had found the key to cleansing Lake Hylia. That was why he was hiring muscle- to kill its guards and take the knowledge on how to cleanse Derazoru's poison. She hadn't expected anything like this when she'd set out to answer his notice. If she got Daman the research, he might be able to make Lake Hylia livable again. The Zoras always complained about the marshes even as they took her people's land, and if Lake Hylia was clean again, they would leave her land and the Lizalfos behind. This was exactly what she was looking for. No, this was more than that. She'd been looking for glory to regain her honor, but this? She could win her people's land back and drive the Zora out of the marshes, all without spilling a drop of Lizalfos blood. To reclaim the marshes for the Lizalfos was the whole reason for the Sept's existence. She would be more than accepted back into her tribe. If she was successful in this quest, she would be a hero.

    "So," she said, wanting to make sure she understood, "this camp has books you want. We go in, kill everything in our way, and take the books. You use them to clean Lake Hylia, and we kill Derazoru." Then the Zora finally leave Blue Maiden, the marshes are returned to her people, and she could go home and be hailed as one of the greatest heroes in Lizalfos history. "That about right?" She tapped the table, thinking. "How many people do you think we need, and what can you tell me about this... stronghold?"
     
  11. Daman Rask

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    "During the war and prior to its fall, research was being done to figure out how to counteract the toxins, yes," Daman confirmed a little more carefully. He had plans if this particular endeavor fell through, but that was neither here nor there as the toxic slug would have to be dealt with regardless. "I'm not sure exactly how much is left, or how well it was sealed away from prying eyes. But after more than a decade of searching for clues on how to fix some of Hyrule's more pressing issues, this has turned out to be the most promising avenue I've found."

    With a sigh, the twili finally picked up the wine glass. Whatever his usual delicacy with the stuff, Daman was in a strange sort of mood now that he was actually proposing this endeavor to someone. He downed the remaining liquid and gave a shudder before explaining further. "Between the different variety of blin-kin that I observed after trying to make an entrance, I'm fairly certain that there's over a dozen total occupants at the moment," the twili said as he set the glass aside. "Less than two, but still a significant amount. It's a three story structure including the basement, which is allegedly where the vault is."

    "If we can find two more I think we'll have enough to make an attempt at it and be successful. I've a decent grasp of both offensive and restorative magics, but the latter is in short supply. I'd like someone burly enough up front to take the beatings, but I think we'll have to settle for whatever we get." With a sigh, he looked out the window. "And the reason we're in Rauru is because I'm looking for someone..."
     
  12. Several days had passed since Tiketh’s escape. She and a contingent of guards had spent that night combing the surrounding area for any sign of him, brutally exhausted the next morning, but all of it had been for naught. The spirit-possessed hylian was long gone, with little trace to follow him by. By now, he could have been anywhere—the desert, the mountains, there were plenty of places for an alone and desperate man to hunker down and cower in relative safety. Meanwhile, life at the Order had resumed its usual pace. A single rogue spectre wasn’t enough to justify the excessive pouring of resources which Zimo desired, after all. Sir Ignatius’ words stung most of all: “This is too close to you. Too personal. You’re not to pursue this case, and that’s an order.” She didn’t even know the inquisitor who had been assigned to tracking down Benjamin Tiketh, but whoever they were, she wasn’t certain whether she wished them luck or failure. Maybe this really was too personal.

    And so Zimo sought to find her answers where so many other people had searched for answers throughout history, whenever confronted by the reality of their failures and loss of agency—at the bottom of a bottle.

    “The usual, Inquisitor?” the innkeeper greeted as the zora entered the establishment and made a beeline for the bar. Her eyes roved over to the odd duo of a twili and lizalfos at one of the tables. There had been a bit of fuss and muttering going around about a lizalfos showing up in town, but as long as the creature kept its snout clean, she had little desire to waste any of her attention on it.

    “Give me something stronger,” she replied, leaning onto the counter. “And I’m not really feeling lunch today, Tom.” The concerned expression she received was countered by her own pointed glare, efficiently communicating that Thomas should keep any friendly bartender advice and sympathies well and to himself.

    Shifting her posture on the counter, the zoran woman took a look at the noticeboard. A few new pinnings—farmers looking for extra hands for autumn harvests, caravans looking for armed escorts, and an adventurer looking to form a party for some or other expedition. “Success will likely mean fame and large quality of life improvements overall,” she read aloud to herself. A snort escaped her nose in response. “Likely story. Poor sods’ll probably end up dead at the bottom of a pit.”
     
  13. Squamata

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    "Over a dozen -blin, eh?" Squamata crossed her arms. "And it's a structure, not a camp." She tapped her fingers against her metal gauntlet, thinking. "Clearing rooms is always risky," she said. "I don't suppose you have any magic ways to look around corners first? Or that the person you're looking for is a scout?" She would've much preferred the blins to be in a simple camp. Being trapped in an unfamiliar building with potential enemies in any direction, faced with the prospect of clearing unknown room after unknown room, was a very dangerous proposition. Still, the call to glory was too great to let a little danger get in her way. "I'm not burly, but I'm pretty strong," she said, flexing and grinning. "And I give more than I take."

    A Zora walked into the inn, and Squamata's smile froze on her lips. This wasn't the first time she had seen Zora outside Midoro- there had been a few walking around Kasuto during the Festival- but seeing the fish immediately put her on edge. The Zora were the enemy of her people, and they had taken her people's land from them. When she was in the Sept, Squamata's life had centered around fighting the Zora gangs, and even though this Zora wasn't doing anything, she still found it hard to relax and focus on Daman. In Midoro any Zora could be a member of the gangs, and a Lizalfos could never be truly at ease around them. Squamata, glad that she had taken the chair facing the center of the inn, kept her eyes locked on the Zora as she moved from the counter to the billboard. They were far from Midoro now, of course, and no self-respecting gang member of either side would leave their people to wander all the way to Rauru. She doubted this Zora was actually a threat... but still, Squamata kept her yellow eyes fixed on her. She could never be too careful. But even as she watched, her lip curled. How she hated the Zora. She would save their Lake, but not for them. Never for them.
     
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  14. Daman Rask

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    Daman shook his head at the questions Squamata fired his direction. "I suppose we could use a scout, but if that person gets detected or caught out I think we'd have problems pretty quick." His expression became concerned as he spoke, trying to sort out both the problems that he saw and that the lizalfos raised. "And sadly no, I don't have a way to deal with corners. I work well in long sight lines and with some time to wear them down. So unless we get someone that changes things up quite a bit, I think sticking together is probably our safest..."

    When the zora entered and drew his attention, the twili trailed off in time with Squamata's shift in demeanor. It was the scars that attracted his attention, but not for the pity or surprise that one might have expected. Understanding dawned in him, even if it wasn't particularly visible in his expression. For whatever reason, he'd thought the fortune teller had meant tattoos or perhaps even simply the markings of a follower of Din. Perhaps a necklace and a circlet. The more direct and poignant expression of her description left him quickly averting his gaze and scratching the side of his head.

    "...bet," he finished, his train of thought jolting back onto the tracks. Daman's attention squared back to the lizalfos then, taking in her expression quietly before standing. "You might have to get along with them, Squamata," the twili warned as he got to his feet, "So try not to let old experiences squander a first impression." With one last apologetic smile, he started to make his way over to the bar. His mind jumped through hoops as he made his way across the short distance, catching the irritation in the zora's body language and trying to figure out how to navigate past it.

    "You wouldn't think it'd be that effective of a lure," he suggested as he drew up to the bar, catching her glance at the notice board but none of her commentary. "But you have to figure out how to get people to do the difficult work somehow."
     
  15. The zora wasn’t certain whether she was amused or a little bit put off by the bottle of strong wine which Thomas had put in front of her was accompanied by a pitcher of ice water alongside a second, empty glass. Though, any argument was short-lived when she conceded that her aquatic biology wasn’t quite suited for anything particularly strong. The innkeeper wasn’t about to have a patron—particularly a regular—collapse from dehydration in his establishment, no matter the amount of self-loathing she was currently dealing with. She had filled up both the wine and water glasses and had just started alternating sips from each when she caught a blur of movement approaching from the third, fishy eye sat atop the right side of her skull. Turning towards it, she realized it was the twili she had seen sitting with the lizalfos when she walked in. Had that failed for him, and how he wanted to chat up the only other non-human in the pub? If it turned out the twili had a weird kink, he was going to get a fist in the jaw.

    However, it turned out that his words seemed to indicate he had seen her reading the noticeboard. “Well, you don’t look like a farmer,” she observed aloud. If he had heard her talking to herself a moment ago, then he wasn’t reacting to it. “Let me guess: you’re Daman Rask?” Her eyes flitted over in the direction of the lizalfos, wondering if it was about to come over too. It had most likely been talking to him about the notice then. “If you’re looking for a third, I don’t really care for raiding old temples on the search for shiny things,” she said. Her hand fell to her throat, tapping the silver badge which marked her as inquisitor for the Order dangling from the chain around her neck pointedly. “Besides, I’ve got a pretty solid gig lined up already.”
     
  16. Squamata

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    Squamata scowled as Daman rose and crossed over to the Zora. Still, the message was clear. If Squamata wanted to be a part of the quest, she had to play nice. Ha! Be nice to a Zora? Not likely. Squamata watched him engage the fish in conversation. She had never been in a situation where she had to refrain from attacking someone. Not once in all her years of fighting in the gang wars of Midoro had she been called to hold herself back, to keep from expressing herself. Quite the opposite- the Sept had regular group meetings when they reminded themselves of the Zora's crimes and of their sacred mission to reclaim the marshes for the Lizalfos. The Sept had forced her to recite their beliefs as a child, and as she grew they had rewarded her for expressing her zeal. Never had she been asked to hold back. The idea of working with a Zora, of partnering with one, of fighting alongside one as if they were kin, was utterly repugnant to her. Squamata stood to go.

    But... if she left, what would she do? Where would she go? She had no home, no family, no purpose other than to find glory and honor. Would a chance such as this ever fall into her lap again? She had the opportunity now to save her people and drive the interlopers off her land without hurting any innocent Lizalfos. This quest would bless her people, and they would honor her forever. That was good and honorable, and it was an end worth fighting for. But- working with a Zora? With the enemy? That went against everything she believed! What was she supposed to do?

    She'd been standing still too long. She looked out a nearby window to buy herself time to think. She could see some of the guards that had been following her milling outside, waiting. Why didn't they come in after her? She didn't know, but she was grateful for it. She glanced back at Daman and the Zora. They would go on the quest with or without her. If she wanted to be a part of it, if she wanted to fight for her people, she would... she would have to swallow her feelings a while. It would be worth it. For her people. She took a deep breath and joined the pair.

    She didn't feel like talking, so she just nodded to the Zora and leaned against the wall, listening. An Inquisitor for the Order? She would have to tread carefully, not just for the sake of the mission but for the sake of her freedom. The guards wouldn't need much excuse to throw her in jail- if she pissed off an Inquisitor.... The Zora said she didn't want in on the quest. Good, Squamata thought, she didn't want her around either. If the Zora flopped off, it would solve her problem nicely. Still, better not to aggravate her employer. There was too much at stake. She stayed quiet and listened, hoping against hope that the fish would just walk away and leave her and the Twili be.
     
  17. Daman Rask

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    "I am Daman Rask," the twili clarified cautiously, "but I think you might have the wrong idea from the flier." The subtle movements of his head gave away the shifting of his attention, and perhaps a bit of nerves. As helpful as the Fortune Teller might have been to point him in this direction, she hadn't exactly given any hints about how to ascertain the help of the individual. The inquisitor badge in particular was a rather sizable trip wire that he hadn't expected. There was a flip side to the nerves though, in that the aid of a skilled inquisitor would be invaluable. All other concerns aside, it wasn't likely that he'd manage to find someone nearly as capable as the zora in front of him.

    "I'm not interested in any of the rewards that are up there," Daman added, pointing briefly at the notice. "And I don't intend to raid any temple treasures that belong there. But the blin or other entities that have taken up residence where I'm going will have plenty on them, and I can't ask someone to stick their neck out for a pet project without some manner of compensation can I?" He paused for a moment, and shifted one eyebrow upwards a hair. "Even if the first stage of that project involves reclaiming Lake Hylia." Whatever his words, his expression seemed earnest. "After all, it's not like food, or lodging, or equipment is cheap. Much less free."
     
  18. As she was speaking with the twili, the lizalfos had taken it upon itself to approach. It didn’t speak, but the way it was looking at her seemed to be annoyed—insofar as that emotionless reptilian snout was even capable of communicating facial expressions. For all she knew, it could just as easily be happy or sad. Smiling meant they were angry, she believed. Something about baring teeth. Never smile at a lizalfos or it might be liable to bite your face off.

    Never mind the creature smudging the clean tavern wall with its swamp grease though—Daman was speaking to her, and suddenly Zimo found herself listening with a far more interested ear than merely humouring a stranger. “You’re hoping to reclaim Lake Hylia,” she repeated, eyes darting from him back to the lizalfos for just a moment. “That one too?” No previous attempt to retake the polluted lake had ever worked out, thus far. The Order certainly had too much on its plate to put together an organized team and leave Rauru and the surrounding villages undefended, for one. But surely it could spare a single inquisitor for an expedition. If it seemed promising enough, that is. She couldn’t know whether or not Daman was just enough crackpot adventurer with delusions of grandeur. But if it did seem promising… well, she’d be damned if the lizard was going to style itself as a saviour of her race. If anything, it would need to have a cautious eye watching it.

    “Well, you’ve got my attention now.” The zora shifted her position on her stool, turning her more squarely towards the twili visitor. She wasn’t just humouring him now. This wasn’t a run-of-the-mill treasure hunt, after all. “So, what makes you think you can accomplish what everyone else has failed?” Zimo had never seen it, but supposedly the slug taking up residence in the Water Temple had turned the location into a toxic wasteland. It was a wonder or a miracle that the poison didn’t infect the river systems and carry on to the rest of Hyrule, but perhaps some magic kept it trapped there? “And you called reclaiming Lake Hylia the ‘first stage’ too,” she continued, unable to repress the smirk from crossing her lips. “If that’s step one, your endgame must be rebuilding Castle City to the glory days of yore, eh?” Something of an ass even on a good day, the situation with Tiketh had really done brought out the pessimist in her to the surface.
     
  19. Squamata

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    Squamata really didn't care what Daman's endgame was. All that mattered to her was booting the uppity Zora trash out of her marsh, which meant that the only part of Daman's plan that interested her was the part about purifying Lake Hylia. Cleanse the lake; cleanse the marsh. The Zora people as a whole were pricks who viewed the sticks up their butts as a source of national pride, and it was clear to Squamata that this Zora was no less full of itself than the ones she had fought in Midoro. In fact, she wouldn't be surprised if the fish's association with the Order (which everyone knew was a holier-than-thou organization made up of contemptuous assholes) made her an altogether worse brat than the rest of her water-sucking kind. But the liberation of her home was resting on her behavior, so Squamata kept her snout firmly shut as the Zora bashed her employer. She watched Daman with interest, waiting to see how he would respond to its rudeness. If she was going to fight with this Twili, she wanted to know how he dealt with pressure.
     
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    "My...-endgame, at the moment, is irrelevant," Daman said with an honest chuckle. Rather than continuing to stand however, he took the more open and interested nature of the zora as an invitation to take the stool next to her. "It's much too far down the line for me to consider seriously, and I don't really need the distraction. The more pressing matter is that Hyrule remains broken, and it is something that must be addressed before I could have a chance of long term success." The twili's attention shifted idly between the zora and lizalfos, with only the slight adjustment of his features to give away his focus. What was plain however, was the more serious demeanor that he took on afterward. His voice dropped a little now that he was closer to more prying ears, even if he was speaking to one of those from whom he would normally hide such information.

    "Where others have failed is in having the requisite knowledge and time to spend on the endeavors I have thrust myself at. Not to mention, most of the peoples of Hyrule are short lived, which complicates things much further." With a roll of his shoulders, the twili set an elbow upon the bar and gave his explanation. "During the War, when the Hero and your princess were still around to defend the people of Hyrule, there was research being done into the plagues and monstrosities unleashed upon your realm. As is...perhaps to be expected, most of the places where it was being done were lost during the war that followed."

    Daman placed his full attention on Zimo then, letting it linger for a moment before passing it towards the room and away from the conversation. "A few, however, were sealed. I have uncovered a few, including at least the location where countermeasures were being developed for Derazoru's poison. Hopefully it was indeed locked away, and while I would have liked to have ascertained whether the research bore fruit prior to enlisting aid, the location in question houses around twenty blin." A restrained irritation took to his visage then, but he somehow managed to keep it from showing in his features. "Exterminating a warren of that size is beyond my skills alone."
     

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