From Barom to Bedroom

[Young Grimwold]

[OOC: Split off from 'Strangers Enter the Wolf's Howl'.]

*Young Grimwold has fallen into a deep sleep, and is not woken by Flaccus' arrival and question.*

[ModNote: YG is heard from again a bit later, in Brick or Treat? here.]

[Flaccus Hellfire]

[OOC: Mwahahahhahahahaha!!!! I am the one who causes confusion and disaray!!!!FEAR ME!!!!

(Addis) "Shut up, brother. That's my job."]

[IC:]

*Flaccus mumbles to himself.*

"Ogres...useless in the army and useless here too."

*Flaccus looks at Dreslin*

"Hey, you, do you know a man nammed Barom Grimms?"

[Dreslin]

[ModNote: Young Grimwold here. I've been given permission to play permission to play Dreslin until the owner is able to post again. Apologies for any words, thoughts or actions that aren't in keeping with the original portrayal.]

*Time passes. Dreslin gradually emerges from his semi-trance, opens his eyes and sees Flaccus. Surely no chambermaid, he thinks. He doesn't move a muscle except for those involved in raising a gentle smile, with which he greets the visitor.*

And who might you be?

[OOC: I'm assuming that Dreslin is currently unclothed and that therefore his scars, mentioned in 'Strangers Enter the Wolf's Howl', would be visible to Flaccus.]

[Flaccus Hellfire]

"Who I am is not important. You do know somebody by the name of Barom Grimms, yes?"

*Flaccus spreads his right wing a bit, due to it becoming stiff.*

"I was told somebody my the name of Dreslin knew him."

[Dreslin]

*Dreslin remains calm.*

Who you are is of some importance, since you have invited yourself into my *looks at the sleeping ogre and corrects himself* our room. So do please tell me your name, Sir. *Smiles* Good manners, you understand.

[Flaccus Hellfire]

*Good manners?! Why you insolent pup!! I'll- Flaccus' hand began to close and he was going to form his blade, when he heard Adds' voice in his head. Do not lose your temper, brother. Trust me, there will be time for slaughter in the future, but not now.*

*Flaccus mutters to himself (something about annoying pain in the *** brothers...)*

*Great, I'm not good at this talking thing. Er...Meh, what harm can telling him my name do?*

"My name is Flaccus."

[Dreslin]

*This visitor obviously has aggressive tendencies; but as a joint result of his relaxing semi-trance, and the knowledge that an armed ogre is very close by, Dreslin does not feel threatened by Flaccus. He nods politely.*

And I am Dreslin. Interesting that you should know of me before we had even met. Then again, this is an interesting place...

[Flaccus Hellfire]

"Look, Barom Grimms told me to speak with Dreslin and ask him about this place. He told me you were not from around here, and wondered if you might want to accompany him in learning more about this-"

*Flaccus scratches an itch on his neck*

"-weird realm. He's a scholar. I'm his bodyguard. You can't expect a book-nerd like him to raise a hand and defend himself, can you? He's down stairs right now."

[Dreslin]

*As Flaccus talks about Barom Grimms, Dreslin detects a note of tension, maybe even contempt. He is intrigued by this, but does not show it.*

You are Mr. Grimms' bodyguard? I'm curious: why were you not with him earlier, when he and I met and travelled to this inn?

[Flaccus Hellfire]

*Flaccus was a bit surprised about the question. His scails clicked slightly, then stopped as he found an answer that seemed plausible.* [OOC: Flaccus is horrible at talking, so go ahead and call him on that lol.]

"We got seperated on the way here. I tried to find him, but I got lost in a...forest. Then I found some people who...well...just don't like 'scailed monsters' and attacked me. I single-handedly took them all out by...."

[OOC: Flaccus brags about his skill at combat, which although he is good to a degree, most of it is bs.]

"...then I cleaned my blade and strolled into town. I found my bro- I found Mr. Grimms and, well, here I am. What? Not impressed?"

[Dreslin]

*Some intuition tells Dreslin not to believe every word Flaccus says. He looks calmly at Flaccus.*

Our sleeping ogre friend over there might be impressed by tales of fighting prowess, but I... *Dreslin shifts his body slightly to draw attention to his terrible scars* am not a great admirer of violence. Still, I've no doubt that you're everything that Mr. Grimms wants out of a bodyguard. *Dreslin smiles.*

[Flaccus Hellfire]

"Eh?"

*Flaccus tried to detect some veiled insult as Dreslin spoke, he then shruged and spoke.*

"Not impressed? Ha, you are just like him-"

*Flaccus mumbles again about Mr. Grimms*

"-no wonder he sent me to fetch you. Don't worry, Mr. Grimms doesn't expect and kind of danger. He doesn't want it either, much to my disappointment. Ya' know how hard it is to get a decent fight? I haven't had a challenge in a while. Anyways, you gonna just sit there, or are you going to get down there and talk to him."

[Dreslin]

*Dreslin gives a short, shallow sigh, and pulls on the monk's outfit given to him earlier.*

To be honest with you, Flaccus, I'd be happier remaining here and continuing my much-needed rest. But then I suppose Mr. Grimms would have to come up here to see me, and the room would get a little crowded!

*Dreslin smiles and climbs off the bed. He glances over at Young Grimwold, who seems still to be asleep.*

Also, I wouldn't want to disturb another paying guest who is trying to sleep, be he ogre or not. So, lead the way.

[Flaccus Hellfire]

Hey, brother, done yet?

No, not quite. I think I may have found a lead. Or, I may have just found a library.

*Flaccus snorts.*

Well, hurry up. I'm bringing whats-his-name over.

Good. Take a seat (with him) at a nearby table and wait. Do not disturb me until I give you the ok.

Yeah, yeah, I get it. Moving now.

"Mr. Grimms is probably almost done with whatever it is that he is doing. We'll get a table and wait for him. C'mon."

*Flaccus turns around and walks away, down the hall and the stairs. He doesn't check if Dreslin follows or not, he just assumes his presence is commanding enough. Flaccus sits at an open table that is about 10 feet from Addis' own.*

[OOC: Continued in Strangers Enter the Wolf's Howl.]

[Dreslin]

*Creeping deftly past the sleeping ogre, but still hitting a couple of creaky floorboards on the way, Dreslin reaches the door. He's not sure whether the ogre left it open on purpose or not, but he gently closes it before following Flaccus' route.*

*Quietly, to himself* With any luck, this will be over quickly and I can get some more sleep. Though it should be most interesting to watch Flaccus and Grimms interact...

[OOC: Continued in Strangers Enter the Wolf's Howl.]