Into town

[dragonsylph]

"Alright, I've dicked around with my spells enough. I have an okay handle on the interface. Almost all my spells are combat oriented. I need to find a drafting table to scribe stuff.

Which means... now I'm stuck trying to talk to people. Ugh. Well, back into Leonfort proper it is, then..."

Vyndria walks back from the outskirts of town to its main entrance to see how it fares after the half hour of her screwing around with her spells, stalling.

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[aikonamika]

As Vyndria enters town, she'll find that there's a group of people gathered around the front gate. Not a particularly large group, really, but large enough. They're also surprisingly calm, considering the chaos that had been happening earlier, but at least part of that might be due to the presence of a tall, heavily-armored Guardian in their midst, talking gently to each of them.

Vyndria's HUD will pop up with "Alistair, Level 90 Guardian, [Fearless]" should she examine him closely.

[dragonsylph]

Vyndria exercises her recent practice to Blink on /top/ of the gate, lying down against the small wooden structure, listening to the conversation as best as her elven ears permit.

[aikonamika]

"...too dangerous, with that mix of levels," one of the women says as Vyndria arrives within earshot.

"Regardless, it should be safer to get the low-level players to the city so that they can be better protected. [Fearless] has plenty of strong fighters and scouts, and we can take out whatever strong enemies come too close before anyone is in danger," the Guardian says, his voice calm and controlled.

"It doesn't change the fact that it would be better to keep them all here where the enemies are more level-appropriate, so that they can gain more XP before making the run," the woman replies, and she's as small and stout as the Guardian is tall. "Marshan, Level 90 Cleric, [Rule of Three]" hovers over her head.

[dragonsylph]

::Hn. Not even an hour and people are already trying to make decisions for others 'best interests'.:: Vyndria whispers to herself.

::I guess guilds are going to have a lot of power in this world... and since I just solo, I have absolutely no idea who's who. There's definitely plenty of level 90 characters out there...::

She keeps listening.

[aikonamika]

"[Fearless]'s lower-level players have all expressed an interest in getting to the Capitol. A lot of them are on alts, and they want to get to the guild bank so that they can get better gear. If we run people to the city, we could always give them an escort back afterward to get them those levels." Alistair crosses his arms over his chest, the metal of his armor clanking, and glances up at the gate where Vyndria is lying for just a moment before he looks back at the Dwarf. "If you or anyone from your guild - or anyone at all - wants to come with, then you should know that you're welcome."

Marshan sets her shoulders stubbornly, and argues back, but it's along the same lines as her previous statements.

[dragonsylph]

Vyndria opens her menus, scrolls through, clicks Alistair, and selects "add to friends list", and waits to see if he hits accept.

[aikonamika]

The request popping up in the air before him makes him pause in his argument and glance around to spot the source of the request. He looks up toward the gate at Vyndria once again, and then gestures her down to join him. While she's on her way, he once again looks at Marshan.

"You're not going to change my mind, and you know it. Stay here, feel free to order your guild members to do the same, but Fearless is going." Once Vyndria arrives, he turns to her, dismissing Marshan. "Should I assume that you are interested, judging from the request?"

[dragonsylph]

(I had been figuring that she would wait, hidden, see if he accepts the request, call him by telepathy when he was done talking, ask him questions, and then sign on. She doesn't want to engage the group, as she is feeling a little shy and really uncomfortable with the idea of being surrounded)

[aikonamika]

[ooc: Okeyday, here's an edited version!]

The request popping up in the air before him makes him pause in his argument and glance around to spot the source of the request. He looks up toward the gate at Vyndria once again, and then gestures her down to join him. While waiting for her, he once again looks at Marshan.

"You're not going to change my mind, and you know it. Stay here, feel free to order your guild members to do the same, but Fearless is going." He stands solid and waits for her response, but she does nothing except curse and stomp away, taking some of the small group with her.

When Vyndria doesn't show up, he finally glances up at her once again before excusing himself from the group and leaping up to join her instead. He moves with an almost startling lightness for someone in such heavy armor.

"There are simpler ways to gain a private meeting, you know," he says, but his voice is gentle and he leaves her a polite amount of personal space. "Still, I assume that you're interested in what we were talking about?"

[dragonsylph]

Vyndria poofs down from the top of the gate to the bottom.

"I was just going to radio you. It would have been simple enough. I'm just feeling a little paranoid and unsociable today.

The rest of my friends are at the capital, so yeah, I'd like to join a party headed that way.

Has anyone figured anything out about what's going on?"