Chili Cookoff
It's a beautiful day for a chili cookoff, and that's exactly what's taking place. The colosseum which is normally given over to fighting events has been cleared out today for row upon row of tents which hold various chefs who are turning the ingredients provided into chili.
Mild chili, spicy chili. Chili from a hundred different recipes from around the world are being stewed and simmered and handed out to the crowd who is bustling through the area. It is not surprising that the free food has drawn quite a crowd. Here for the first time in quite some time one can see the lowest rungs of society brushing shoulders with the highest. There are guards of course, patrolling around to ensure that no one gets the bright idea to steal a purse or two, but event the guards have bowls of chili in hand, stopping to enjoy their purloined dishes with smiles.
Of course it would be bright and glaring, though perhaps the breeze keeps it from becoming uncomfortably warm? It does seem to spread the aromas of cooked and cooking concoctions about in a culinary cornucopia of scents.
Where Aya previously witnessed sweaty combatants battering each other, are now... well, there may be a few indulgent, brave, and/or foolish folks who are sweating, and possibly battering themselves in a way. Some of the scents are harsh enough to sear her own nostrils, so she can only imagine what those with more sensitive senses might think.
She has not yet acquired her own sampling, but moves through those gathered, casually making her way towards what seem to be less acrid offerings.
Daechir has his own bowl of chili in hand, and he takes his time to brows the various stalls that they pass by to see if they have anything of interest to him. He avoids the spiciest of dishes, and seems to subtly favor those that are more sweet in nature. Not that it's terribly easy to tell what dishes he's enjoying since he never actually critiques the chili, but then it's the subtle things that tell the most about a person at times. "I wonder what spurred this event."
Wu isn't one of those making chili. He like so many others are there to sample the wares. To be blunt he dodn't even know the event was going to happen. Hard to read flyers when your eyesight is as bad as his. He just ended up following his nose, the scents of chili carry a fair bit from the colosseum, and gave in to his growling stomach.
He's busy chatting away with a bowl in hand. Never mind that he's actually chatting with a decorative wooden statue one contestant is using to gather attention. "And they never seem ta get the right amount of beans. But this one seems alright. Got too much sweet in it for my tastes." he tells the wooden nymph.
GAME: Wu rolls perception: (20)+4: 24
Amongst the throng of people going about sampling the food, one among them stuck out. Holding a plate steady with one hand as she got a serving was a scarred mul'neissa in a long sleeved green dress, silver bands on her ears glinting in the sun. She kept under the tents to stay out of the light, putting nearly everything from mild to down right toxic into separate spots on her plate.
She turns, moving onto the next one before spotting a couple of familiar muls. She smiles and waves from afar.
GAME: Wu rolls perception: (17)+4: 21 GAME: Daechir rolls perception: (2)+3: 5 GAME: Daechir rolls perception: (8)+3: 11
Aya did not have to look far to sate her imagination. As sure enough, there was a silver scaled sith-makar slumped serendipitously against the stone stadium walls, away from most of the stalls. She had a bowl of chili in her lap, eating with one hand while her other tried in vain to cover her snout.
GAME: Seyardu rolls perception: (20)+4: 24 GAME: Seyardu rolls perception: (6)+4: 10 GAME: Aya rolls perception: (1)+24: 25 (EPIC FAIL) GAME: Aryia rolls perception: (19)+15: 34 GAME: Aryia rolls perception: (8)+15: 23
Aya manages to stay somewhat upwind of the more nostrils eating chili. Alas, no choice is without consequence, as she steps directly adjacent and downwind, of one of those indulging in excess 'flavour.' Indulgence may be presumed, considering the rather expansively rotund human. One of those sweating profusely, as well. Whether or not this is caused by the chili, some of that is exuded through the presumed noble's pores... At least, some would hope that is a valid excuse.
Aya fails to notice the sitting solitary sith or even Aryia's wave as her eyes water. She bends over and makes efforts not to gag. In hindsight, even the spiced chilis don't sound so terrible at this moment.
It's all about the corner of the eyes, the peripheral vision. The old man who's talking to the statue pauses in his talk to tilt his head this way and that, canted back and to one side. "Eh.. ehhh? EHhh!" A spoon is pointed upwards into the air, making him like a strange statue of a food eating man. "What's that! Flying gold ..gold chicken? No no no.. chickens don't fly. Looks like a dragon but that can't be it." The spoon comes down and he scoops another spoonful into his gob and freezes. Turning back to the statue he asks. "Say.. you know what meat they used? I can't seem to place it."
Understandably, the statue doesn't respond to Wu.
Merek of course likes chili, which means he has shown up in his dark attire with the beltcape about the waist and hood up. He walks along and tries to find something that would be nice to eat, taking the time to check the places. There's a nod to Aya and people he knows, while he watches to see what people are looking to be up to.
Aryia blinks, a spoon sticking out of her mouth as Aya takes a moment to herself, the green dressed shadow elf steps forward out of the cover of the tent. Only to catch the strange ramblings of a man she only barely know. She looks up, squinting heavily against the sun and raises a brow. She stands there, in the way for a moment before slowly pulling away to step towards Aya. She snaps her fingers to get her attention, then holds out a cloth napkin towards her. Hands full, she does see Seyardu in the distance, her offering a nod upwards in greeting and a smile.
Daed notices Aya running afoul a noble, and quickly grasps her by the arm, pulling her to freer airspace. He can't seem to help the smile on his lips as he redirects her to a nearby stall that at least doesn't smell as potent as the others. "Seems that you got yourself into a bit of trouble again." He nods to Aryia, a wordless thanks for her offering which he is inclined to think Aya will appreciate.
GAME: Merek rolls perception: (16)+25: 41
Seyardu took another spoonful of chili to try. It was almost enough to offset the searing scent that was permeating the air with how good it was at least. She elected to try one that was a majority meat, and not too spicy. They sniff from the irritation, in hindsight a bad move as a loud sneeze announces their presence. Her head jerks upward to see the gold dragon, who she offers a wave, and then back down she waves to Aryia.
"Peace on your nest, Tanith, and yours as well, Aryia." She greets, sounding strangely stuffed up.
Tanith, for it is indeed Tanith in the sky, does not respond to Seyardu, instead she continues to struggle in the air without making much progress. After a moment she gives out a frustrated, "PEOPLES!" She seems to be trying to get peoples attention, but though a few glance skyward nobody seems to see her as she vanishes again. This time without reappearing at all.
GAME: Merek casts Arcane Sight. Caster Level: 14 DC: 18
Merek looks up and notices Tanith. While he doesn't see anything that out of the ordinary, he does know that dragon. "... Is that, why is she about. Either she's looking for chili, or... Well, interesting." He brings up the magical sight while he pulls on his visor, eyes glowing blue while he tries to check the place. He does scratch the stubble along his cheek.
GAME: Merek rolls spellcraft: (17)+26: 43
Aya is thankful that she had no chili yet, and does not lose anything. Especially as it would likely be on Daed's footwear. She clears her throat takes the offered napkin from Aryia to wipe her eyes. "Thank yo-" Her gratitude is paused at the call above and looks upwards just in time to witness... nothing. Eyes return to the muls with her. "Did you hear something?" She mildly wonders if the BO she was removed from could be hallucinogenic.
Aya is thankful that she had no chili yet, and does not lose anything. Especially as it would likely be on Daed's footwear. She clears her throat takes the offered napkin from Aryia to wipe her eyes. "Thank yo-" Her gratitude is paused at the call above and looks upwards just in time to witness... nothing. Eyes return to the muls with her. "Did you hear something?" She midly wonders if the BO she was removed from could be hallucinogenic.
GAME: Seyardu casts Detect Magic. Caster Level: 7 DC: 13
Daechir glances skyward himself, but sees nothing and rolls his shoulders in a shrug. "I did not see anything, but I am almost certain that there was something there." He seems a bit perturbed, but willing to let the odd coincidence go.
Aryia squints upwards at the noise, finding the flicker for a brief moment before it winks out. She gives a nod, setting down her sampler plate with a bite of one of the spicier ones already on a spoon. "I... think something is above us?" she gestures to Aya with one hand and taste testing with the other. <Handspeech>
Seyardu blinks. it could have been the scent overwhelming her senses that made her think she saw something in the sky, but she was almost certain she heard the tiny dragon's voice. They offer a prayer, unfortunately having to uncover their nose to reach their holy symbol, ignoring Cryosanthia's warning prior as their eyes glowed slightly to try and find the missing dragon.
GAME: Seyardu rolls spellcraft: (5)+5: 10
Wu waits for a response from the statue and gets none. He sighs, "Too busy shoveling food, gotcha." He uses his old sniffer and moves about in search of the source of all the foods. The high amount of spices, sweat and BO doesn't seem to bother him too much. Could be his sniffer is half broke too.
Soon enough he finds the section of cooking tents and tries to stop one of the cooks rushing by. "Excuse... Um hey cou.... Pardon m...." He grouses and then reaches out to grab someone, hopefully a cook. "Hey! Could ya tell me what meat this is? I've eaten a lot a different things. Snake, croc and even a bird as big as me. But this ain't familiar."
GAME: Merek casts Greater Angelic Aspect. Caster Level: 15 DC: 22
Merek will look up, and then he is backing up towards where Seyardu would be in addition to anyone else around her, "Get with me! Someone just banished the dragon, do you see it?" he asks then of the sith'makar that he knows has some magical skill. He then lifts up a hand while he speaks an ancient Celestial language, and two wings of golden and black extend from his back. This has the benefit of creating a magic circle against evil along him. Twenty feet extend protection to the people. He motions to the people he knows to get in the circle. "Seyardu, do you see anything else?"
The cook looks irritably at Wu, obviously busy. "Meat's over there." He points to the area where the meat has been butchered and shakes his head. "Some kind of venison I think? Lord that gave it to us didn't say what it was." He shakes Wu's hand off and gets back to his job.
GAME: Wu rolls survival: (2)+7: 9
Aya looks over at Merek as he calls out, blinking. "What? Whom? Where?" She is only passingly familiar with the dragonette, but has rather benign opinions of her. Why would someone want to banish her? Aside, possibly, from anxious fishermen. She looks back to Aryia. "What did you see?"
Man, and Aryia was just having a good time. Now spells were being cast, and she wasn't even wearing her ass kicking suit. In a display of mathematical miracles, Aryia's anxiety inverted from zero to infinity. She knocks her plate to the ground and ducks low, wide eyes darting to different points of the sky and- Merek has wings now?! Slightly panicked, she sloppily gestures to Aya, "I don't know and I don't know what the FUCK IS GOING ON." <Handspeech>
Seyardu sighs. sets her bowl of chili down and covers her nose again as she tries not to panice the crowds, moving closer to the group. "I do not know. Some powerful magic up there. Tanith was there."
"Someone got rid of them, apparently. Why though?"
Daed glances skyward again, then looks at Aryia in alarm. Her gestures are more broad than usual and he catches the edge of her anxiety. "Calm down. Just because he's... growing wings does not mean there is a reason to panic." He looks at Merek curiously though. "What is this about a Tanith? What is a Tanith?"
GAME: Wu rolls survival: (12)+7: 19
The old warrior Wu gives the departing man a iffy sort of farewell gesture. Likely one not so friendly. He then moves towards the prep station and almost trips over a Lucht half way there. "Sorry miss..er sir." And then he's there starting at the overly large chopping block.
He dips his head in close, head canting side to side to get a better look through half blind eyes. A frown draws his eyebrows down low. He shifts his lookers to another piece of meat and frowns harder. The smell hits him and his eyes go wide as he spin and then hurls out the contents of his stomach onto the colosseum grounds. He lets out a half shriek, half yell. "IT'S PEOPLE! THE MEAT IS PEOPLE!"
Aya puts a hand on Aryia's shoulder in attempt to calm her and gain her attention. "I do not know, either, but perhaps Merek makes himself bait to flush it out." <Handspeech>
Merek looks then to Wu and watches the chili, then the man. "Are you sure? I---" The man looks to Seyardu and back to Aya and Aryia. Then he nods to Dae, "Tanith is a gold dragon that's known for really liking well, to eat and party. Anyway, someone banished her and it looked like she was trying to get our attention." Then he's watching the place, and looks to the people that are serving that chili with a nod, "You, explain."
Aryia's anxiety spike is muted some with Aya's reassurance, though she casts a glare at Daed. She has some choice words that she wants to knee jerk say, but they're lost to physical limitations. She glances to Wu off in the distance with his declaration, then down to her fallen plate. Having met the old man once before and considering his... methods, she largely ignores it for Merek's warnings. And explanation. The mention of a dragon did not help her in the slightest.
The server blinks at Merek and shrugs. "Someone probably just having a laugh. Someone /always/ thinks its funny at these sorts of events to pull some kind of prank." He snorts and offers Merek some chili before yelling back at the kitchen. "Someone shut that guy up would you?"
One of the bigger cooks listens to this, and goes to grab Wu by the arm, thinking to escort him out of the cook-tent. "I think you've had enough fun. Go on. Get."
Seyardu was taking zero chances. Things were strange enough, and it was not something any Makari would take lightly. she staggers over to a garbage can, retching noises coming from the makari as they were bent over it. "Gold dragon. Something is going on nearby." She offers weakly, still stuffed up by the smell.
One possibly pertinent bit of information is then yelled out nearby and she frowns. It deepens at the reactions from the cooks and organizers. "I hope that it is only a prank..." She then recalls having spotted the silverscale. "Seyardu!" she calls. "Do you have any means to confirm or refute that?" She is one of very few healers Aya knows, and the only one present.
Daed glances at the back of the tent, looking a bit pale at the thought that the guy - whoever he was in the tent - might be right. He sets his bowl down and coughs. "It that is a prank, it is a cruel one." He states firmly, glancing skyward. "This has turned into some kind of fiasco."
Wu is grabbed but is having none of it. The old man's face turns red and he first elbows the large cook in the gut and then trips him to the ground. "Ain't no prank! I ain't a liar! GUARDS! COME AND TAKE ME BUT GET THE MEAT LOOKED AT! It's people I tell you! I know a human ribcage when I see one!" He goes from red to white faced and his hand goes to cover his mouth. "Oh gods.."
"Mmn, Seyardu. You should check that, I would but I'm busy keeping you all safe in case anything is watching," Merek will note to Seyardu. And to Aryia he will offer, "Keep in the circle I made. You will be alright, Tanith is a good dragon. Generally, metallics are good." He will follow with Seyardu and motion for the others to come with him, if they would like. He is going to protect anyone involving themself, "If me and Aya can save the entire world Aryia, I think we can keep you safe." He will check with Seyardu, although to aid the woman, "You will want to look at, that there," he points to and nods, while walking into the tent.
GAME: Merek rolls heal: (10)+21: 31
Merek does wait to see if Sey will follow, "Up to you."
Aryia looks up at Merek, the flying accusations of the contents of the chili made her queasy. But she wasn't going to vacate a free meal based on ramblings of a madman. She squints at the winged man. His allayment was... mixed. "Okay? You're lucky I'm in a dress or I'd deck you for the heart attack you gave me." <Handspeech>
"A poor choice of prank, yes," Aya concurs with Dead, looking from him, to Aryia, to Seyardu, to the one yelling about the meat, and more. Even if it is a prank, she is growing more and more concerned. If it, for sake of consideration, not a prank: who would be vile enough to do such a thing? Why? Logistically (if morbidly), how would they have enough people for the chili? "Yet I very much prefer that it be one."
Seyardu was currently busy. She pulls a flask of water out of her bag, taking a swig and spitting it too out. "I can look into it. I know your intentions are good, but sprouting wings in a crowded room is cause for alarm. Might scare off whoever cast the spell. Make sure to watch any try to leave." Seyardu sighs, clearing the can and wiping off her face. She takes a moment to collect herself, and step over to the tent. "Please allow me to take a look to confirm or deny his claim. You should have nothing to hide or lose from allowing such."
The server sighs at Seyardu, looking at her warily. "So long as you're not sick in the /kitchen/ of all places." He replies. There are a few guards hustling over your direction, looking to put a stop to the disturbance but it'll take them a while to get through the crowd. Both made up of people blithely eating chili, or gathered round because they can hear the disturbing words coming from inside the tent.
GAME: Aya rolls perception: (6)+24: 30
Wu remains a sickly sort of pastey white. He stays still and no longer tries to lay hands on anyone unless more cooks try to shuffle him off. A very shakey hand reaches for his waterskin and fumbles with the cap. Even if it proves to be non-human meat he obviously truely believes that it is. And when the guards do finally arrive he does not resist them.
"I will not be sick in your kitchen, I will be fine." Seyardu replies, stepping into the tent to investigate.
GAME: Seyardu rolls heal +2: (15)+7+2: 24
Merek looks along to Wu and back to Seyardu while he nods a bit, "All the same. Anything that can actually banish a dragon." The man takes the time to watch while she works, pulling the hood up in thought a little.
Aryia rights herself and joins in the looking around. Someone that could banish a dragon? The bit of information about metallic dragons is filed away, but now she was looking for some other caster to drop kick into next week.
She glances to Merek. No, a DIFFERENT caster.
Admittedly Daechir isn't sure what to do. He has no expertise with bodies, and this talk of a small golden dragon is only confusing in detail. What one has to do with the other... he has no idea. So he stands at Aya's side, scanning the crowd as she does, but without the intent that she has. He is... at a loss for action.
There was not long with the silver sith-makar in the tent. "EVERYONE, STOP EATING THIS INSTANT." a voice roars from within the cooking tent. She turns to those there, looking furious. "Tell me now who sent you this meat to cook." She half growls to the chefs. "And tell me how you managed to mistake it for animal meat. Then stay here."
She waits just long enough for a response before she sprints out of the tent, looking for any sith-makar present and urging them to void their stomachs.
Aya can't spot anything unusual in the crowd. Aside from the fact that many continue to eat food that, regardless of what it is made with, is predominantly too potent for her. She doesn't see the attractions.
And then Seyardu's roar confirms her concerns.
Worry shifts to anger, and she tries put it to use. "The food is poisoned, you fools!" she yells at those gathered "This is no prank!"
The cook stares at Seyardu before blinking at her clerical vestments and putting down the knife. "It's what we were told it was! Why would we expect a lord to give us anything else?"
The guards arrive at this point, but Seyardu is taking off to tell the other sith to throw up what they've eaten. Once they learn the reason... they don't question it, but rather quickly help her spread the word to other sith. Soon the whole area is in an uproar. People demanding answers from the befuddled cooks who are trying to convince the guards that they had no reason to expect that the bodies were... sentient peoples. Half think the food poisoned, the other half know the truth and nobody's happy.
Wu's face somehow looses more color when Seyardu confirms his discovery. The man wobbles on his feet. "Gods above I wanted to be wrong.. I did. I swear I did.." He offers his wrists over to the guards who seem confused and concerned as anyone else. They shake their heads and confer with other guards before leading the old man away for questioning.
Aya only wanted to get people to stop eating the damned stuff, and presumed that poison was more believable. That and it wasn't entirely a false statement. She leaves the questioning of the cook(s) to Seyardu as the silver is in the tent with them. Aya still hopes to spot someone or something in the crowd.
"Merek! Can you see anything unusual?! As you said, someone banished Tanith." Perhaps he has the better view.
GAME: Merek rolls perception: (20)+25: 45 GAME: Merek casts Calm Emotions. Caster Level: 15 DC: 16
Merek walks along from the tent and takes a look around, while he then notices two things. The man seems to consider it for a moment, then he looks to Aya and Aryia, then to Seyardu. He seems angry, in fact something within him seems to come to the surface. His fists tighten and flames seem to dance along his wrists. Then he points the guards one direction, "That noble, there. Wearing that. Guards, you need to detain him."
Then he turns to the crowd, "Everyone, leave this place now. It is no longer safe." He then thinks about it, and really thinks about it. The man lifts up a hand while he will begin to cast a wave of calm upon people, a look then to Aya, "Duke Eclavdran. He is here. Calm the people, get them away. Do not draw attention to him being about." He nods along to Seyardu and Aryia, "Stay with me, alright?" He speaks within a calm voice, it is like he's trying to make everyone calm, the entire situation looks changed.
Aryia pales as the warning goes out, food vacated and follows after Merek. Though she stops in her tracks, goes snow elf white, then look at Aya. Worry floods her visage. Her giving a reminding gesture of, "Be careful," before resuming following Merek. <Handspeech>
It seems that Merek did, indeed, have the better vantage point. She is somewhat relieved that he has identified someone and directed the guards. Even if they are not responsible, it is perhaps a lead. Still, it would need to be a powerful individual to-
And then Merek identifies the suspect further.
Aya is not prone to regret, but, now, she might choose to reverse time and NOT ask Merek to look. It may well have been better to not know. And now Aryia is walking with Merek?! "Be cautious, Deachir," she notes to him, firmly, even as her hands firmly gesticulate to Aryia to recall her, adding to both, "you should aid all to evacuate."
Seyardu freezes upon returning. She looks around, sees the noble, and sighs. "Yes, detain him. I am sure he will get a suitable slap on the wrist for the atrocities he helped perpetrate, like the last one." She half growls despite the panic. She stays close, watching and nodding to Aryia. "Be careful, Aryia. if you need to run, do so. I will help."
The guards look at Merek in confusion, there's a /lot/ of nobles about and none of them stand out in particular. A few of them dutifully peel off however, moving slowly through the crowd to try and find this mysterious nobleman.
The crowd, which was mightily upset about the whole 'poison'/'people' thing is a bit calmer now thanks to Merek's spell, but they don't seem inclined to listen to the man. No. They want answers. Most of them are asking the guards for them, but everyone in the vicinity gets questioned by someone.
Down the way a bit, a man with black hair waves toward Merek and blows him a kiss before vanishing without a trace. He looks familiar to everyone though the distance makes him somewhat indistinct.
GAME: Seyardu rolls perception: (4)+4: 8
Merek looks then to Aya, "That was more for her to be in my Magic Circle," then he thinks about it. "I can make another, Aryia would you give me your hand?" he asks. If she accepts, the man casts the Magic Circle on the woman to protect her and anyone within ten feet with a chant. Then he's taking a look along to where Eclavdran was, "Well, it looks like he's finished what he's doing. Make sure the people are safe. If you need me, call for me." Then he begins to make his way to the noble in question if the guard can't, "Alright," he uses his wings to take flight and will begin that way.
GAME: Merek casts Magic Circle Against Evil. Caster Level: 15 DC: 17
Aryia takes the spell, trembling like crazy as she languidly makes her way to the exit. Ensuring there were a lot of people around her on the way out. But over and over again, her looking her shoulder to watch Aya.
Aya had no intention of staying behind, nor leaving Daechir nor Aryia. Thus she grabs for Daed's arm to try and take him with her as she heads briskly after Aryia. "It's time to go." She is no longer looking for suspicious others in the crowd, even if someone may have vanished.
Daechir allows himself to be pulled along by Aya. In truth he's a bit lost in what's going on, but he doesn't want to be left behind either. He picks up his feet so that he's not, and keeps his eyes open for various things that he might need to be on the lookout for. "I would very much... like an explanation... later." He huffs.
Seyardu kept going along with Aryia, looking to everyone around them. She does not linger, and stays close to her friend.
Merek lands neatly beside the noble that was quite rapidly trying to get away. It takes a long moment for the rest of you to catch up to the winged man, but when you do, some of you might well recognize Lord Altay as the man trying to get around Merek. He looks a bit frightened and perturbed by the fact that Merek will not let him pass. "Excuse me! I have a ship waiting for me!" He has quite a bit of color in his cheeks, but the rest of his face is pale making him look something like a clown. He tries to duck around Merek again before side-eyeing the rest of you coming up behind him. He pinches his lips shut and looks vastly dissatisfied. A troop of guards have dutifully followed in your wake.
Conveniently.
GAME: Merek rolls cmb: (19)+12: 31
Seyardu follows. Blinks, squints some more. "Bind his hands, now." She tells Merek and the others. "Well, it seems you were in control of your actions after all, considering you learned nothing despite having the statue taken." The silver sith-makar growls. "Perhaps you should be slain, in that case? Before you hurt any more people. Unrepentant fiend worshipper as you are."
Merek lands easily enough. It looks like he didn't need to use the power he had in mind, which means the man will nod along to the guards. "Nethecite chains please, don't let him use any magic or anyone use any on him. Not today pal," then he sweeps with a hand to him, trying to take him by the neck and his shirt, to lift him up.
GAME: Aryia rolls CMB+2: (7)+11+2: 20
Aryia has no intention of staying, doubly so after her mentor warns that it is time to leave. With her friends in tow, she ends up on an intersect path with Merek and the nobleman. She blinks at him. Blinks again. Then angrily steps down on their knee to topple them over as she continues to leave with the others. Over whoever else is coming with her.
Aya's lips curl upward as the 'noble' takes an Aryia to the knee. It is not all that he deserves, but it is a start. "Don't worry yourself," she offers to the detained, in passing, "I'm sure you won't be lonely during your stay in the gaol..." She doesn't act directly, nor may she even ever act indirectly. But he doesn't know that.
To Merek, she notes, smirk suddenly absent, "I would have words with you later." She continues out of the colosseum with Aryia, Daechir, and the rest of the exiting crowds.
The guards look amongst themselves. "We don't have nethercite chains. But he is the lord in charge of this event so we do have some questions for him." This speaker steps forward with a normal pair of manacles to take custody of Lord Altay. "We'll take it from here."
GAME: Seyardu rolls sense motive: (18)+7: 25 GAME: Aryia rolls sense motive: (9)+13: 22
"Do not let him out of custody. Even if he tries to work his way out." Seyardu warns. “And be careful with his possessions. Have a powerful cleric on hand for dealing with them. The meat in the tent was definitely humanoid. There is no way it is not. I will send for some Vardamans to collect it."
With that she too leaves, after glaring at the noble, feeling no sympathy for the monk's actions against them.
-End