Lands of the Moon and sun

"Are you a fan?" Warrick wondered

Lateef was heading to his nest after this ordeal, but as he calmed down he realized he did not properly thank the other person who was able to talk him his freedom from the warlock. Lateef decided to go back, but guessing from what the guy said he was probably at the inn drinking mead... Lateef made his way there, maybe he was there right now so he can thank him for his help.

The dark elf laughs heartily "Yes actually, burns a lot on the way down though"

He finds the bard playing a melodious tune at the bar , some of the patrons dropping him coins s they leave.

Lateef entered the bar, he noticed the right guy, who wouldn't considering he was playing fine tunes at the moment. Lateef does not want to interrupt, so he would wait for him to finish the songs.

"Hm" Warrick took a drink of the most popular drink here in a non human bar out of curiousity

The brew burns much less , giving more a tingling sensation to be honest , the taste has a spicy sweetish tinge to it . The dark elf smirks "You like it?", even though it burns less it is much more intoxicating ,as Warrick is already developing a blush.

Findaron continues playing for a while longer then eventually sets down his lute and gulps down some more of his mead.

Lateef uses this chance to approach Findaron, he slithers close and speaks. "Hey, I forgot to thank you properly for speaking for my freedom. I got bit heated in the situation so I forgot, I appreciate your help." Lateef said as he was now much more clam.

Fin judy nods as he sips on his mead "I'll be honest that was a bit upsetting , but you are forgiven"

Lateef speaks more. "Yeah well... Without your interference that warlock might have made me do... Unspeakable acts, I own my freedom to you. I want to pay you back somehow..." Lateef says as he felt that he owed this guy, because he might as well had ignored what was going on and keep moving with his business and leave him as a slave to the warlock but thankfully he did not.

"My cousin is gathering a band of adventurers to help him defeat an evil tyrant, I would be grateful if you could join us , he will pay you well" He replies with a warm smile.

"What is this?" Warrick asked with a nod already more intoxicated than he'd like to be

Lateef answers. "Well... I guess that is the least I can do, so I might as well join. I can fight after all." Lateef says, he was willing to join to repay back.

"Mead, from the breweries of Mirna'el , it's effects are a bit stronger on humans it seems" He replies with a chuckle.

Findaron grins happily "Excellent! We will meet up with him tomorrow at daylight "

Lateef replies. "Hmmm, okay. But where should we meet?" He asked since they wouldn't want to miss each other.

"Hmmm" Warrick became stoic and sat the glass down, he was stoic and quiet when intoxicated, as he mentally attempted to will himself to not act like an idiot

"Well here of course , than together we will make our way to the tavern where he is staying "He replies.

The dark elf tries not to chuckle at this .

Lateef speaks, this did not seem bad. "Okay, I understand. I will lend my sword to your brother, see you tomorrow..." Lateef said as he started slithering outside, going back to his nest to rest.

(Timeskip!)

The next morning

MorThorion knocks on the door of Warrick's room "Time to get moving!"

Lateef had woken up in his nest and was making his way to the inn now to meet up with Findaron as promised, once he got there he would wait for the bard while eating breakfast.

Findaron comes down from the upper level of the inn after a few minutes "My friend! It is good to see you've honored your promise , I am ready to get on the road, how fare you?"

Lateef notices Findaron coming to wards him, he turns to see him better. "I just ate, so I am good to go. The wind was cool under the warm sun, seems like the perfect day to go really." Lateef said as he was ready to follow Findaron.

"Indeed , a good day for adventure" He replies with a grin , he has changed his clothes , yesterday he wore the elegant yet playful attire of a bard , now he is garbed in the light armor of a silvar archer. A large brown leather archers arm guard going down his left arm , both of his hands gloved to prevent blistering from knocking and firing arrows. However what draws the most attention is the small simply golden circlet on his head, is he some manner of royalty?

Lateef was not sure what to take from Findaron's outfit, guess it was some travel equipment he has bought with the money he gets from playing music. "Yeah, sure... So we should meet your relative in another place? Then I guess we should not let him keep waiting..." Lateef said as he wondered why was Findaron's outfit so flashy.

"Ready when you are" Warrick said from behind the elf

The dark elf is fully garbed in a suit of Dark elven armor "In that case we should get moving "He states calmly , hand on the hilt of one of his two swords.

Findaron nods "Can you keep up with a horse?" He asks as he climbs onto his golden mare.