New Paphos (The Base)

Etcher matches Ealdwig’s enthusiasm with his own, nodding excitedly (and just plain cawing) as Ealdwig speaks to the Avian. He nods fast and vigorously when ask if he is one an adventure to find the mistress. Cawing as he nods. Find Mistress! When asked about the pendant, Etcher shakes his head. Witic, Seer, give! Etcher nods when asks if the pendant is magical and vibrates when near the so called misstress. He again points towards a young elven server. Mistress!

Etcher seems taken aback by the final barrage of questions. Almost looking confused. Well he hadn’t really thought of those questions himself either. Witic was a fey, and fey were trouble, but all he could remember was how afraid she had been before he vowed to help. The Seer was most likely a monster, but it had a sense of duty. He had treated Etcher fairly. Etcher hadn’t even thought if the house should be restored, maybe it was best left forgotten. Maybe the mistress didn’t want to return. In his heart he however believed one thing, restoring order to the mysterious house, it was the right thing to do. Bring. Magic House. Etcher Squawks. There would be rewards right? Heroes get rewarded! Shinies!

Etcher nods in confirmation to Ealdwig’s recap. He caws in dismay when hearing "Witic Seer". Two, two! Etcher squawks. He was a master of words usually, maybe he had hit his head a bit too hard with his landing earlier that week. Trust… Etcher just shrugs. Promised. It didn’t really matter to Etcher if the two planned to betray him or if he was caught up in something he didn’t understand, he had promised. That was all he needed to know. When asked the final question Etcher just points again, Girl, Girl.

He is more than happy to share some ale with his new "friend". He wasn’t quite sure if he could afford it but hey only suckers paid full price. He sits back and let’s Ealdwig do the talking.

While Ealdwig was gone Etcher managed to down his entire drink, he didn’t think of much while his new "friend" was gone. Like Ealdwig, Etcher’s only thought was, man this is good stuff.

When Ealdwig reappears Etcher listens intently as the small man explains what information he gathered as well as his strategy. Etcher nods along obediently, caws with delight, Sylfir Sylfir! Information? Gather information? Why would they need to do that? The Seer and Witic had already spent days selecting the correct candidates.. Candidates? Etcher couldn’t quite remember. Doesn't matter; I already know that she is the one. The last part of Ealdwig’s quite reasonable plan seems to go over Etcher’s head. He shakes his head. Go now! Talk! With that he stands up, momentarily wobbling. It really was good stuff! The Avian starts heading directly towards the server. Turning his head as he strides towards Sylfir, he squawks at Ealdwig. Come Come!

With to be quite frank, unreasonable amounts of confidence the Avian walks up directly to Sylfir. He makes a sound that can only be described as a caw, it is either to gain her attention or a crude introduction. Etcher performs what would generously be called a bow towards the elf. He points to himself, Etcher, friend. He holds up the sigil of the House and asks a simple question. Go home?

Etcher’s face is one of confusion. He lowers the sigil of the house looking at it as if staring at it will somehow achieve something greater. Strange, I thought she would have recognized it. How long has the house been without its master? Surely an elf would have remembered, about their own family history? Not one to be discouraged, he holds up the sigil again, this time a bit higher. No, no. House! He makes a bigger motion as he points, slowly, making an arch with his right arm before settling his finger on the side of the sigil. It is noticeably vibrating. Was I wrong, is she not the one? Is the master or mistress of the house behind her? He somewhat obviously looks behind the server, as if looking for some mysterious hidden figure.

Maybe my new friend could help? He seems rather charming. I bet he can talk with her and explain our situation. Etcher squawks, turning his head and starts waving at Ealdwig. Ealdwig come!

Etcher nods solemnly while listening to the Sylfir. I think she is the one, kind, but at the same time strong. She might be exactly what the residents at the house needed. A leader. Etcher lowers his eyes and performs a much better bow than before. Yes, letter! If she wants a letter I’ll get her a letter. If she is going to be the new caretaker of the house of course there should be a contract! I’m so absent minded, my brother Talred always said I was forgetful! Well I can’t write, but I’m sure if I get back into contact with the Seer he could help. His new friend Ealdwig could help too. Maybe he can write the contract for Etcher. I suppose I should do a favor for Ealdwig first, if he is going to write a letter for me.

Etcher walks and sits down back to his old seat. He looks surprisingly upbeat for someone who should have been humiliated. Ealdwig! Drink! Together! He squawks excitedly. He waves the nearest server over and orders two more drinks for the pair. If Ealdwig joins him, he looks at the smaller man and asks. Plan, help?