"Well, lass - it is." Finn returned Zogin's shrug with one of his own and a smile.
He stood next to Thuki expectantly. "Yeah. I'm in," he decided, turning away from the figures seated around the inn and toward the darker, uncharted part of the inn behind the bar.
"I'd listen to your friend there, Zogin." Bo mumbled with a small grin while shrugging. As Finn departed he gave the man a small congratulatory nod, before returning his gaze to an undetermined point in space.
This time it was Zogin who crossed her arms, giving a sigh of frustration as relief flooded Soul. He could only convince her to do so much in a short period of time; with her impulsive nature, he usually didn't have that long to talk. But Bo's advice seemed to have done the trick.
"Then come on back." She leads him to a storeroom and pulls up a trapdoor on the ground before crawling down into the abyss.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"Not once y' get where yer goin'." She drops to the ground as she reaches the bottom of the ladder which opens into a long, damp underground tunnel.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"If you say so," Finn answered. He neared the bottom of the ladder and dropped to the ground. Looking above him for a moment, it was even difficult to distinguish the main level where they had just come from. Everything was pretty dark. He set a steady hand on the dagger at his belt once more and narrowed his eyes toward the tunnel, trying to see. Then he looked back at Thuki for a bit more information.
"This way. Just goin' t' the Den." She starts down the tunnel.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"I feel as if there's context I'm missing, here, but if you don't mind my interjecting, who are you guys?" Sacred gestures towards the inn's occupants, his wound still leaking through his shirt, unbeknownst to him.
"Why do I need money to live? Can't I just, like, photosynthesize or something?"
Bo smiled and nodded at Soul, then turned his attention to the guy asking about everyone. "I'm Bo. I believe you were here last night? But..." Bo leaned back and looked at the man's back. "Oh, wow, uh, yeah, you're definitely bleeding, man."
'I'm Zogin Arwitch," his best friend said with a large grin, but he was more focused on Sacred's injury than on what she was saying.
He got up from his chair and walked over to the injured man. "My name is Soul Error Arwitch," he informed Sacred before pointing at his wound. "I know healing magic. If you want me to, I can heal your injury."
"Bl-bleeding?" Sacred questions, turning his head to look at his back. "Oh! Oh, my god! I'm so sorry, I didn't even notice! But, it's cool, I've got it!" he exclaims, jumping from his stool to remove his bloody garments, levitating them in mid air. He then spreads out his hands and closes his eyes, his back igniting in violet flames that cauterize the wounds and evaporate the blood. He then burns the garments and snaps his fingers, turquoise scales coating his torso and a portion of his face. He sighs deeply, sitting back down, "Dragon's blood. Of course."
"Why do I need money to live? Can't I just, like, photosynthesize or something?"
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