HEROIC REALMS

Eliora walked slowly through the paths of the Stronghold, humming to herself and looking around. She debated going up to the Druid circle, a spot that was great for when someone needed to think, but then decided against it. She had no need to think or contemplate at the moment. There was nothing bothering her as there had been. She was just happy to be home.

She looked around as she walked, wondering if the differences she saw were caused by something while she had been away or by the different actions they had taken when they had been traveling in the past. But, she did not let it concern her. Instead, she enjoyed the overwhelming sense of 'home' that permeated every corner of the place.

She finally took a seat upon the log by the dragon's den and smiled as she looked up at the somewhat bare tree tops. Change. It seemed fitting that she would return to the Stronghold in the midst of a season of change.

But everything about being back made her smile and she let it show without hesitation, she was very glad to be back here. To be home.

"Now," she quietly muttered, "to find Zeesa and learn more about the Klors Guild so that, as she put it, I can make a well informed decision."

Orogom steps out of the tavern and walks over to the Dragon's Den, his pocket jingling with the coin from all the ales people had recently purchased. Pulling out an elf stick, he lights it and looks at Cap while saying, "So, does it feel good to be back? I warned you that you wouldn't be able to stay away..."

Eliora chuckled. "Yes it is good to be back. Though I did try to stay away. I won't lie. I seem to have failed, though I am not complaining."

"I'm not going to lie. I like being back in present era Stronghold a bit more than past era Stronghold. But yes, it is good to be back. And I plan on staying for awhile this time."

Orogom chuckles and replies, "You're staying a while this time, or staying in this time for a while?" He takes a deep pull of his elf stick, and continues, "Sorry, recent activites and...failures on my part. You know me, take life with a grain of salt and death with a side-order of fried onions. So learn anything new while you were away, other then that you belong here with us crazy people." He gives her a wry smile and puffs on his elf stick again.

Eliora shrugs and scratches behind the tip of her right pointed ear. "Well, I talked to a bunch of priests and priestesses. So I learned a bit about the gods. Learned some new songs. Some more towards your tastes others more reserved. I also learned that if you plan on performing as payment for some new boots, a full weekend of almost non stop performance is a pretty good deal. Granted, that was a wedding weekend so it made sense that I had so much to play. The boots were well worth it though. They have more than proved their metal already."

Orogom takes another drag off his elf stick and replies with a grin, "Hey, look at it this way: out there, you would never have seen me as an infant. Oh, and sorry about that slap, you kind of revealed yourself to me at the wrong moment..."

"Well I actually never saw you as an infant. I wasn't there. And as for when I revealed myself, I wasn't trying to. I was waiting for a better moment. Though that really stung."

Eliora sighs with a smile and a chuckle. "Though after that, can you see why I didn't want to tell you about losing the dagger? I didn't want to get hit again."

Orogom turns and looks his friend full in the face, replying, "The slap was to convey more than I could in words in a very short moment. As for the dagger, it's not like there were any enchantments on it or anything...truth be told I got that dagger when a poor starving man tried to rob me with it. He was easily disarmed, and then I paid him five bridge for it, which was the sum total of what I had at the time. It has simply passed on to the next hand on its own personal quest, and yes, I am personifying a dagger, but it really seems to feel that way after it's been through four sets of hands...perhaps one day you will hear a story about it and be able to fill in a few details." The Triclops smiles at Eliora, to show that he is joking, takes a last drag off his elf stick, then throws it in the bucket. "Now," he says, "I need to speak with Taldrin after a quick stop at the Manor House. Can you tell Zeesa to meet with me at the point where she usually blindfolds me and to send me a Dream Control when she can take me there?"

"I would if i knew where Zeesa was. I need to speak with her as well. We have to go over the business end of making sure I know what I'm getting myself into in joining the Klors Guild. But yes I will tell her. Though I cannot guarantee you will not be waiting a long time. Like I said I have to talk to her as well."

"Thank you, Cap. It's nice to know that you are back with us." Orogom gives her one last smile, then turns and heads up the path towards the Manor House. When he gets there, he inquires as to the whereabouts of Veil.

Eliora looks around with a sigh. Where was everyone?

"Hello? Anyone? Do any of you know where Zeesa is? Hello? Someone?"

She shrugs when she doesn't hear anyone right away. She'll just play on her fife till she does hear them. That will take care of it. And if not, if no one hears, she can still enjoy the music she played. So, with a shrug, Eliora reached into her bag and pulled the wooden fife out. Holding the instrument up to her lips she smiles and begins to play.

Eliora smiles. "Hello Vica. How have you been and do you know where Zeesa is? I wish to talk to her."