Scene #1264: Adventurers Be Warned

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Xau'ra Tayuun	The bustling camp is rather busy. wooden structures can be seen raising up and blocks of stone readied to be chiseled in order to start construction here. Though many still live in tents and while a few buildings have already been built, a few still need far more construction before they are ever done. Though the busiest of locations is the Tavern Inn, not to be surprised given this place is an area of travelers and adventurers alike. Along with some refugees. It is actually in this tavern that Xau'ra has gathered up some wooden tables and chairs for everyone to come gather around at. Off in the corner and near some windows. The floors within the inn are made of polished wood and the walls seem like smooth stone. It has a very rustic feel, but sturdy build. The male miqo'te himself is sitting in the chair, looking out the window, with his chin resting in the palm of his hand. His golden eyes looking out toward the Castrum lights, including the mountain that has been reported to have all the activity. His own thoughts wondering, so it not be surprising if he misses those at first as they come into the tavern. The people who do come will finds all types of people here. From other Miqo'te of both tribes, to the tall and lanky elezen. To normal humans and even to the rugged Roegadyns. There may be even a few short lalafell running about as well. So many walks of life all in this campsite and maybe one day future town. There is also a massive crystal in the center of the camp. Many of the locals call it a Aetheryte Camp Crystal, which apparently is connected to the aether for transporation methods. Crazy world Hydaelyn is.
Kyra Hyral	At last, Kyra gets a chance to visit Hydaelyn. She's heard a thing or two about this place from her fellow classmates-Quentyn in particular-and therefore jumped at the chance to help out Xau'ra and his investigation of portents uncovered by the Union's wisewoman and oracle, Inga. She was expecting Inga to be here but...so far she hasn't seen her about. Kyra's not the earliest arrival. Her travel is kind of slow going because she has to stop and stare at everyone, in particular the various non-Hume races native to this world. She's EXCITED despite the warnings she's received about how dangerous this world could be. Heck, she can't even remember what those warnings were, she's so excited. In her case, she gets a lift by aether-ride so she minimizes the chances of getting /lost/ here. After wandering around the camp for a few minutes staring at things, she strolls into the tavern.
Ryu	Ryu hitched a ride from elsewhere via this aether teleportation, and immediately regretted it. The disoriented blue-haired young man found himself leaning against a large rock over there, at the edge of the camp. He looked very sick and the only thing keeping him from throwing up was his own peace of mind. He made a discontented rumbling noise -- it didn't sound human! -- while he slowly gets his bearings. He's here to help out in what limited capacity he can, though he's going to need a minute to shake off his nausea before he can join the rest of the party.
Finna	Finna comes bounding into the tavern, almost skipping about - such is her boundless energy! Anyone able to see her Tell will note just how much of a good mood she's in if her jubilant expression doesn't give it away: her tail's wagging WILDLY! A glance left, a peer right... and she slinks through the gatherings like a ghost, comes up behind Xau, and-- "Afternooooooooooooooooon!!" SURPRISE BEARHUG-SQUEEZES Xau'ra from behind with one hand while ruffling a hand all over his head with the other! Not to mention playing with his ears a little for good measure!
Jonothon Starsmore	Ever since that incident where he almost helped blow up a town Jono's been more interested in what's happening here. So when he heard people were going to be gathering at this camp he wanted to come and see what was going on. He'd managed to bribe someone into bringing him here. Not being from his world he can't use the Aether like natives can. And upon arrival Jono stumbles. he may not have a stomach to feel nauseous in but he retains his inner ear. And his inner ear is NOT happy with the trip. It's not a few steps before... "HEY!" The voice brings his attention down to where he's almost managed to punt a Lalafell. "Watch where you're going you big lumbering fool!" Quickly Jono steps to the side looking sheepish. "...Sorry," he offers scratching his head sheepishly. Being more careful this time-- HEY how was he supposed to know there were hobbits around?-- he ends up making his way to the tavern. He's going to be a little slow too. Not because he's getting lost. Because he needs to be pointed to the place! He'll get there though... just give him a few...
Mantigora	Let's get one thing squared way off the bat: Mantigora doesn't 'spy'. At least not in the purest meaning of the term. However being a bounty hunter means picking up a lot of secondary skills, and information gathering is one of them. Scouting, tracking, or even stalking (they're called Stalkers for a reason) is fine, just don't call it spying. It offends her as a professional... and having an offended Draken ready to stick you with their blades below the elbow usually isn't a good position to be in. Right now 'stalking' probably fits the best as she creeps around one of the unfinished building, elaborate cloaking abilities keeping her out of sight and without more than the faintest of sounds. The activities haven't gone without notice down here, and with both Garlean and Confederate interests in the works for Hydaelyn she's come to see if there's actually matters to be concerned about. That and she's gotten really, REALLY bored with the whole truce thing over the last few weeks. Taverns tend to have high levels of traffic, but Mantigora has taken note of the number of non-locals congegating there. Hmmm. She climbs up one of the half constructed stone walls of a building in the works and slinks stealthy across it, working her way closer to the tavern. Even a small tidbit of what's going on down here would make the trip worth it.
Inga Freyjasdottir	The Wisewoman of Uppsala (of the Union now, she supposes) is just now making her way toward the tavern where Xau'ra waits. The woman approaches slowly but steadily, walking with a pronounced limp. The carved wooden staff in her hand is used to compensate and steady her--among other thing, if any have seen her use it as magical focus. For the moment, she is cloaked and hooded, the hem of her blue wool cloak and the grey skirts beneath rimmed with mud. A long white braid hangs from out of the hood, pulled over her left shoulder. Frowning gently, Inga looks toward the blue haired young man who looks as though he's about to lose his lunch. Healer senses prickle. She stops, looking toward him, resting one hand atop the other on the top of her staff. "Are you alright? Do you need some help?" she asks.
Ryu	That blue-haired young man looks up at Inga blearily, blinking at her once. He makes an uncomfortable face, but he doesn't end up throwing up on her or anything of the sort. Ryu straightens up and smiles at her awkwardly, "Yeah, I'll be fine," he assures her, waving off the concern. He focuses on her for a few seconds longer, looking up at her white hair with his gold eyes. "Huh," he sounds out, surprised by that hair the most, because it contrasts her apparent age. "Like snow," he observes, and then he smiles at her once more, and turns to head toward the tavern. His boots thump against the ground with his lazy gait, his hands stuffed into his pockets.
Xau'ra Tayuun	Kyra will probably find in conversations she may run into that humans here don't call themselves humes, but either Hyru or Midlanders and Highlanders. She herself may get confused for a midlander and maybe called one if she gets in the way of some people working. Thankfully people of Eorzea are starting to get somewhat use to the Outsiders and these adventurers really are not even worried if your from outside of Eorzea or outside of Hydaelyn. Long as you don't cause trouble, there will be no trouble for you. Its almost like a second Limsa Lominsa really. As for Ryu, a lalafell woman may take notice of how ill he looks and then offers him a bowl of some kind of liquid, "Here," she says with a soft smile, here eyes seeming to lack pupils and almost have a reflective quality to them. "This will help you. aetheric transport is never easy for first comers. Your an outsider right? I think your friend is in the Tavern over there." She motions with her head. It seems Inga had the same idea about poor Ryu. At least he'll have someone to walk with-- or Inga will have someone to walk with. Though as Xau'ra waits, he suddenly finds himself being tackle glomped by Finna. His tail puffs up in surprise. His eyes go wide and he yelps in sheer shock of sudden hug. It wasn't easy to sneak up on him, but given his head wasn't here. Yeah, this time he could be. Xau'ra winces a little and the ruffling. Then tries to wave Finna away from messing with his ears as he tail lashes side to side in annoyance, slowly de-fluffing itself. "Hey Finna." He says with a more happy tone in his voice, though he does laugh, "Seriously, no touching the ears." This brings Xau'ra's attention to others who are starting to come in and he lifts up his hand in a gentle wave. Yep there is enough room for everyone in this corner. As for the male Miqo'te speaking, he'll wait till everyone is here. Including Inga. Just to make sure he has his own facts straight that--- and she is apparently very sensitive to the Twelve here. They'll need that.. they will all-- need that.
Kyra Hyral	If only based on how she acts will anyone really figure out Kyra is an Outsider-however, it's pretty obvious in this case. She'll even take pictures of stuff that looks interesting, just like a freaking tourist, with the camera embedded in her phone. It's mostly annoying instead of troublesome. Once in the tavern, Kyra gets treated to Finna harassing Xau'ra and grins with amusement. "Hey Finna. Sorry I couldn't get Quentyn to come, I know you like seeing him." Quentyn being around also meant that SHE wouldn't get direct Lunar teasing. She settles down at the table and waits. "By the way, what do they mean when they call you a midlander around here? That's not some kind of insult, is it?"
Mantigora	Definately a gathering of off-worlders, though Mantigora hasn't seen anyone she actually reconizes yet. Still, too many visitors to just be a coincidence. A bit of pakour style traversing drops her down next to the tavern proper, edging up next to the wall to peer into the window. That's when she notices a familiarity finally, watching as Xau'ra gets tussled by a girl. The cat-man she knows is affiliated with the Union is here. This could be potentially interesting then, whatever the purpose of him getting together with others here may be. But first she needs to be able to hear what's going on. Edging back alongside the window, Mantigora uses her nanotech to generate a tiny listening device and tries to wedge it through the edge of the window without opening it to get the device inside. Okay, technically you probably could call this spying now. Just don't say it to her face.
Finna	"You like it! And if not, you can always try for revenge! Eheheheh!" Finna releases Xau and backflips away, landing near Kyra and leaning about on her heels while stretching instead. Her tail brushes up against Kyra's legs given their proximity but she doesn't seem to be worrying about this. "Teasing him's such a hoot!"
Jonothon Starsmore	Jono approaches the waving cat-man but pauses once he sees the man get pounced. He knows Finna-- that's not the issue. He just doesn't want to interrupt. But ultimately he heads in that direction and finds a seat. "'Ello," he greets Xau'ra and Finna. When they get close enough Inga and Ryu get a pleasant wave. He doesn't know Kyra but he's been here enough times to know a little bit about the place. So he tries to answer her question. "Don't think so. I think 'midlander' is a type of human. Jus' referin' ter where they're from I'd guess," he ventures. "Don't quote me though." Mantigora's listening device may not pick up his words though she might hear them. In fact she'll probably hear them perfectly fine even with the window between them! Not muffled at all. Telepathic speech!
Inga Freyjasdottir	It wouldn't be the first time she'd be thrown up on and it surely wouldn't be the last, but she's grateful all the same. She'd rather not be meeting with people while covered in vomit and she didn't happen to bring a change of clothes. So often she forgets that she could put such things in Agartha and reach them from anywhere. Inga raises a brow at the man. "Are you sure? I know a good brew for--" she halts as he makes his observation about her hair. Blink. His hair is BLUE! Inga is used to people being a bit surprised that she'd not an old woman, white-haired and limping as she is but with such variety in the multiverse--his hair is /blue/! Inga flushes slightly, frowning as he walks away. Another approached, offering him a bowl of something. Ah, sickness from transport. That she can understand well enough. She still feels a little ill going through Agartha and all the other various.../things/. "I'll be sure he's alright, seems we have the same destination," she says to the helpful local. Inga follows Ryu, rapping her staff against the wall outside to shake free some dirt before she enters. Once inside she heads directly toward Xau'ra. She seems to know exactly where he would be. Seer. Inga takes a seat. "If you would be so kind to order me a drink Xau'ra I would appreciate it," she comments, then nods her greeting to the others gathering. Most, she does not know. Finna and Kyra both get a small, familiar smile however.
Ryu	The young dragon was clueless about a lot of things, like his blue hair. His hair was black, before he got turned into a dragon! So Ryu had no idea what kind of confusion or frustration he just caused in Inga as he walks off toward the tavern. The bowl of mysterious curative is waved off like Inga's offer for help, the young man too stubborn to accept help one way or another unless he feels he really needs it. Once in the tavern, he finds a place to sit down where he'll be out of the way. He crosses his arms and sits back in a lazy posture, waiting for Xau'ra to explain what the deal is with this gathering and what they're supposed to be doing here. His knee bobs with excess energy, despite his lazy posture.
Xau'ra Tayuun	Xau'ra smiles softly at Kyra as she sits and shakes his head gently, "Nah. The Hyru here.. the humans.. have two tribes. There is the Midlanders which come from mostly the valleys and low country sides.. and the Highlanders, which come from mountainous regions." The miqo'te then leans back in his chair as he crosses his arms over his chest. "They are also easy to spot as well. Midlanders tend to be much shorter then the Highlanders and have softer, more common features. Where Highlanders are a bit more rugged, far more muscular, and taller." Giving a nod to also what Jono explains. "Exactly." As for Mantigora's listening device. No one takes notice what she is doing or that she has done. At least not yet.... Xau'ra smiles as Inga shows up and places up his hand, "Hey, waitress!" The woman gives him a look before she shakes her head. There was a soft grin on her face. It seems this was already expected. Xau'ra then looks back at Inga, "She be bringing some stuff to the table. Some fine ale, water, and some food." The male Miqo'te then leans forward as everyone seems to be gathered. He closes his eyes for a moment before he inhales deeply. "So.. I have no idea if this is a trouble problem or not.. as I can only go by simply dreams and what Inga has discovered. It is for this reasons no official posts have been made.. cause we don't officially know." Xau'ra then opens both of his eyes, "So all I can do is warn.. and hope my warnings are heard." The male Miqo'te then looks out toward the mountain were all the activity is, that mountain a bit away. "After Dalamud crashed and our world became part of the Multiverse.. Menphina gifted.. or cursed me.. with these dreams.. dreams that can see into the future. Of events about to unfold. This one-- this one is a big deal and could possibly endanger everyone." Xau'ra then places up his hand. "Not just Hydaelyn-- I mean.. everyone."
Mantigora	Mantigora actually takes pause for a moment as she hears the one man speaking clearly even before finishing inserting her device. For a moment she wonders if he's something similar to an Esper... but he seems to be broadcasting only rather than detecting. An interesting note for later, but it's quickly set aside for her primary objective. Sounds like Xau'ra is some sort of foreseer as well as ex(?)-bandit. A gift (or curse) for prophecy... though she recalls bloodshaman saying such visions are not always obvious. At times they were more a possibility rather than an assurity. None the less, could prove to be informative. It must be something big if he feels so concerned as to warn other allies like this...
Kyra Hyral	Kyra giggles a little as the bushy tail of Finna brushes up against her bare leg, clearly a little ticklish. "He needs it. I get the feeling he doesn't get out around people that much." A small smirk follows and she waggles her fingers at Finna. "But later." The simplest explaination for midlander is provided by Jonathan, which gives Kyra pause, not because of the information itself but because the delivery made her head buzz in an odd sort of way. It doesn't register as telepathy immediately, she not having terribly much experience with it so far. Xau'ra confirms it as simply a geographical term associated with humans and she turns a little red. Of course she should have recognized THAT. Then Xau'ra gets down to business (and more importantly, orders food), explaining that much like Inga, he too has prophetic dreams. "So endangering the multiverse as a whole?" she glances to Inga for confirmation about this. It isn't that she doubts it at all (the Filth from Inga's world seems to be capable of spreading to others after all), it's just that multiple seers getting this vision made it even more credible.
Finna	"...Dream visions. I'm no Shaman, but I'll definitely listen. Definitely didn't come from my tribe's guardian deities, so don't know how helpful it'll be..." Maybe she's assuming Xau needs interpretation! Which might be why she's now looking Fervently at Inga. INGA is the priestess! Maybe she'll know what to do. "...You're a Dreamseer of some sort, right?" She reaches out, grabs Kyra's waggling fingers for a moment, and exclaims, "Soon, soon! Kind of already owe him some soul-twisting surprises with the bird fiasco..."
Ryu	It's the ominous part of this that made Ryu stop seeming so lazy in his posture. His arms unfolded and he sat up straight, looking at Xau'ra more attentively. His gold eyes shimmered and a light frown showed on his face, which made his sharp teeth easier to see... since they aren't really built for a human mouth. "Go ahead," he urges for Xau'ra to continue.
Jonothon Starsmore	Jono nods to Xau'ra's explanation of 'midlander'. That makes sense. He'd ask about the tiny people (the one he almost punted) but Xau'ra has more important things to talk about it seems. He seems unaware of the weirdness of the delivery causing any issues for Kyra. Though he tilts his head a little at her pause. "Yer all right?" he asks her. For the most part though he'll stay quiet so Xau'ra or Inga can fill in some details.
Inga Freyjasdottir	Inga nods, cracking a small smile. Good, ale and food makes any meeting better. Perhaps she'll be lucky enough to get the chance to enjoy it. She would welcome avoiding any new dire visions for at least a little while. As it is, she always risks visions when in close quarters with many other people. She must resist the pull to look at the weave of wyrd. Inga removes her cloak and leans her staff nearby, getting more comfortable as Xau'ra begins to address everyone who has gathered to hear the warning about what they have discovered. As is so often the case, Inga has prepared herself to be the bearer of bad news. As there are people here who likely do not know her, Inga introduces herself. "Hail, I am Inga. I am a Seer. I have come with Xau'ra to help discover more about the prophetic dreams he has been having. I see the wyrd--the tapestry of fate--both past, present and future in glimpses and visions. What I have seen here is serious. The strands of fate themselves are being re-written," she says with gravity. She closes her eyes for a moment, the memories of the visions replaying in her mind. "I have seen danger. I have heard a cry for vengeance. 'My children cry. Tears run cold. Vengeance will be ours, on flames of purity burning forth.'" she quotes, looking to Xau'ra. "Someone spoke through me Xau'ra...I hope you have a clue as to who," she comments.
Xau'ra Tayuun	Xau'ra gives a gentle nod to Kyra when she asks if it is the whole Multiverse. Though many turn to Inga for further advise, something Xau'ra had a feeling would happen. It is also about then two pitchers are brought over. One with ale, one with water. The glasses are set down on the table for them and another waitress comes over with the food. It seems to be cooked meat of some kind and some vegetables. Plates are also give out as well. The meat is pretty large and seems to be several chunks of it. It probably taste somewhere between steak and chicken, with the texture and thickness of steak. Xau'ra listens to Inga's words on the matter and shakes his head to her question. "I do not know. It doesn't sound like any of the Twelve, as they watch over us.. but that is what bothers me.. the tapestry being rewritten." He looks at everyone else. "Since we have arrived here, Hydaelyn is becoming part of the Multiverse. The aether flows further and further out from the Mothercrystal. When the fate was written by the Weaver long ago, she wrote it for our world and our world alone." The male miqo'te then frowns, "but now, it is no longer just /our/ world, is it? It is now part of a much larger picture and that picture.. is out of the Weavers hands. I think that is why the Twelve are reaching out like they are, trying to warn. Something is coming and it ties in all to well in what /they/ are doing," He points toward the high mountain in the distance. Xau'ra looks to Inga, "If I remember right-- you saw orange aetheric crystals-- corrupted aether.. and you saw something drawing on that aether right.. my own.. essence.. my own aether being pulled in with it.." He frowns a bit. "..the Garleans are up there with the Confederacy doing something with the corrupted aether." "Whatever they are doing could be endangering everyone." He then shakes his head, "But its the man in white armor and with a lance I'm not so sure about.."
Kyra Hyral	Kyra's seized fingers stop wiggling. She laughs and pulls them away. Unidentified meat? Kyra will eat it. She eats and listens quietly as Inga explains what she had heard in her dreams-portents of doom from an unknown voice crying for vengeance. At first it seemed like something that might just be localized but if Inga was also hearing this and-"So wait..." she says after Xau'ra has explained a few things and dropped a couple terms she doesn't yet recognize. "This aether from your world is spilling out into the extraverse and affecting things? Have there been any measurements as to how far and how fast it has spread?" She glances back towards the mountain, only realizing belatedly that he's speaking of those Garlean guys. Her knowledge of them was only of what little she's read in the Union archives. They stuck out to her since it was mentioned that they were born without magic-a terribly cruel fate in her book. "Hm, how is your aether corrupted? Do you know?"
Jonothon Starsmore	Inga's introduction reminds Jono of something. "Oh right." Putting a hand on his chest, "Jono. Pleased t'meet yer." He politely refuses with a "No thank yer" when a plate is to be set in front of him. He doesn't eat or drink, and he doesn't want food or ale wasted on him. He'll stay quiet to listen apart from that.
Finna	Finna's munching on some of the meat without worrying about its taste or origin. ooked meat is far better than raw meat and she's had plenty of the later recently. "Ah, the bungling insensitives in the armor... why am I not surprised they're making things worse? Guys wouldn't know a healthy forest from a hole in the wall. What're they DOING?"
Mantigora	As Inga explains her own visions Mantigora mentally adjusts her view to focus in on the woman more closely while she's listening. Definately an off-worlder. So that she's getting visions related to this world is important in itself. The theory of 'reaching out' is an interesting one, though outside of her range of typical knowledge. Sounds like the Multiverse, and possibly the activities of the Confederacy, are already having an impact on a world that was 'broken' in the process of being made part of it. Conversation moves on. So they have noticed the activity in the mountains, and that the Confederates are involved. But not specifically -what- is going on up there... though the prophetic visions of corrupt aether being manipulated is closer than they likely realize. Gaius and his cohorts will like knowing that, so they can prepare for the potential interference. Mantigora is satisfied that her decision to come investigate was productive... but remains lurking with her listening device all the same. She might pick up more useful information as long as she hasn't been noticed...
Inga Freyjasdottir	Inga would help herself to a bit of ale and a few bites of food while Xau'ra was talking. Whatever the meat was, it smelled good, so Inga was willing to try it while wondering vaguely how chocobo would taste...like chicken? Chicken is amazing. To Xau'ra's question about the crystals, Inga nods, frowning as she cups her drink in her hands. "Mmm. These corrupted crystals, as you say...I saw them steel the very life from you. Withering you in moments the way a man withers over many decades," she replies. Inga sighs quietly. "Yes, the armored man with the lance...who is he? Another of your...Primals? There was something so..." she represses a shudder. "So off about his gaze." "There was the vision of other men, armored as he was...but their reflection was that of a great dragon. I had the sense of...the sense of becoming," she says quietly. Inga takes a sip of ale, shaking her head. "While I am open to these visions...it is not my world. I do not know the lore of this place as you do Xau'ra, and you are not a...whatever it is called here. A sage, a keeper of the lore. Do you know of anyone we might speak to who might have more knowledge of the ancient lore?" she asks. Inga looks to Kyra as the woman asks some very good questions. She's really not clear on this herself. Inga looks to Jonothon. Something is...odd. She feels a strange...well, buzz, that is familiar to her, given she has a good deal of experience with being communicating to her in not purely verbal ways. Hmm... "A pleasure to meet you, Jono," she replies, bowing her head slightly in greeting. Inga goes quiet then to let Xau'ra answer some questions. She frowns slightly, glancing toward the window. A glimpse of the wyrd, a little tug... Inga looks back toward the others, setting her cup down. She gestures toward the window. "We have an interested party who does not wish to show themselves," she comments. Could it be trouble? She'll let one of the more...martial types deal with the response.
Xau'ra Tayuun	Xau'ra gives a shrug to Kyra. "I don't know how its effecting things, but the hearers have heard it from the elements and so have our Seedseers. The Elements have told them this and trust me.. the elements have no reason to lie.. and fairly recently. The Elements have gone /very/ quiet. Most of the Black Shroud has.. and that has the Seedseers really concerned." "As far as how fast.. no one in Eorzea has the means to measure that.. and as for corrupted aether-- it use to be a rare thing. Normally when the flow of aether becomes altered by a opposite pull or overpowered.. something like that." Yeah, it seems even Xau'ra isn't sure /how/ it happens. "Though after Dalamud and after what the Elder Primal Bahamut did.. corrupted aether has become a far more common thing and its worse here in Mor Dhona." "The problem is, normally no one would care and perhaps why no one does, that the Garleans are after the corrupted aether, because normally corrupted aether could infect normal aether.. and no one can really /use/ corrupted aether.. at least not by our means." Xau'ra then hmphs softly. "If not for the dreams and what Inga has seen-- I would pretty much see it as the Garleans being the Garleans." Xau'ra then looks to Finna, "As for what they are doing, we have no idea. Some of the guys here tried to get in a closer in look. Said they saw a machine with a clock face on it.. but beyond that.. they got chased off." Xau'ra then looks over to Inga, "The Seedseers? Maybe? They are very knowledgeable, but not of all lore of Hydaelyn. There was once a group.. but they have gone into hiding." He closes his eyes in thought, "..and the dragon.. right.. maybe Ishgard? Ishgard has been in a war with the dragons for thousands of years.. and their Dragoons are their best line of defense.. they are armored and with lances.. but not white." "Never white." Xau'ra says lost in thought on that. "..white armor.. lance.. Inga do you remember any visual details beyond his.." Then Inga brings up they are being watched and he then goes to follow where Inga is looking, "Hm?" He looks at the others, "..anyone here invited someone who is shy?"
Mantigora	Going the entire encounter without getting noticed was a foolish notion. That she had escaped detection long enough to learn what she has was fortunate enough. Hmph. And the Mechari think the Draken are too aggressive to be effective information collectors. Granted, her choice of options are limited. Normally this would be where she threw a bomb or something through the window as a diversion. But that could be seen as an attack and the truce was still up. And while this wasn't entirely a matter between factions, she's not going to press it. Not that -she- cares, but it would look bad for the Dominion, which would look bad for their alliance with the Confederacy, which would, well, look bad all around. That's a line she's not going to cross, bounty hunter or not. You escape her claws another day, Xau'ra. For now, at least. Turning away from the window Mantigora leaps back up to the partial construction walls, attempting to get back out of clear view again. She had learned all she needed to learn, now she just had to get away to relay it.
Kyra Hyral	"It would be worth a study, I think." Kyra says with a frown. "It could provide insight into this oncoming threat." Or just be really, really interesting to study though Kyra doesn't voice that part. Knowledge for the sake of knowledge won't seem to help people here much right now. Then again, as she learns more from Xau'ra she adds, "Seems like everyone could use more information to go around." Inga mentions an interested party not showing themselves. She frowns and looks around. "What, you mean a spy, Inga? Where?" Her gaze goes to the dark corners of the tavern, then the windows, far too late to see any sign of Mantigora though.
Ryu	Ryu is very quiet and attentive, all the way up until he hears there's a war between dragons and a group of knights with a specific job of fighting dragons. He looks quite uncomfortable when that comes up, and looks over at the window that's indicated just so he doesn't have to think about the problems with the locals finding out he's a dragon. "Maybe we need to gather together some people to get a closer look at what they're up to," he suggests aloud, turning his gaze back to look at Xau'ra. "The Garleans, I mean. We should find out how closely connected they are to this corrupted aether. Whether they have a use for it..." He trails off, distractedly looking toward Inga.
Jonothon Starsmore	Jono stays quiet until the question's asked about inviting people who are shy. "Eh?" He too looks in that direction. "Nope. I told Gabby ter stay 'ome. Didn't know how the natives'd react ter a tiny robot fairy. Swear... if she followed me anyway..." He misses Mantigora's retreat as well. He doesn't have any way to sense other people around him like that. At not seeing anything he engaged his radio. "Gabby? Where are yer?" Pause. "You sure?" Wince. "Right. I believe yer. Yer can't fake Jubes's voice." Pause. "Nothin'. Was makin' sure. Be home later."
Inga Freyjasdottir	"Perhaps we might speak to these Seedseers...this other group, if they have gone into hiding...well, perhaps they can be found," she comments, lifting one shoulder in a half-shrug. A deep breath then, and Inga closes her eyes. "I will see," she says, and is quiet for a few moments before a shiver goes through her body, the channel opening wide. "The man...his helmet. It covers the entirety of his face. It reminds me...of a skull somehow. The ornaments are unique. The steel flares at the sides like downward facing horns. The armor is quite intricate, the fabric beneath metal is red on black," she tells Xau'ra. "There's a picture of him in my mind...if I had any talent for art I would attempt to draw him," she continues, opening her eyes once more. Inga looks to Kyra. "From outside the window. I am certain I got the sense of someone," she comments. To Ryu, she nods. "Yes, certainly the Union has sent scouts. Xau'ra says all attempts have been turned away," she says. Then, she blinks. An idea forms. It isn't a pleasant one, but it is something. She'll think on it. Perhaps more traditional means would suffice.
Xau'ra Tayuun	Xau'ra catches the movements and sneers his teeth. He can't do much, given the Truce-- but if not for the truce. You get away for now, Mantigora... The male Miqo'te turns to the others here. His tail twitches faintly as he at last gets himself something to eat. "Given the truce, the Eorzean Alliance can't get in there and if they did-- they would be shot at." He takes a bite of the food, chews some, swallows, then continues. "The Black Wolf planned whatever he was up to at the perfect time that no one can interfere with him, so we just have to wait it out-- and I bet if he becomes aware.. he will make sure things are ready for a large defensive." Xau'ra then points to the massive spot lights in the distance, past the downed giant metal craft with a serpentine dragon coiled around it. "Those lights belong to one of the Castrums. They can easily call in reinforcements or put you in a cell there." He then looks back at the others once more. "As for how close they are? Hard to say. Garleans, natural born ones anyways-- can't use the aether or anything akin to it. Which means, no magic. It is why they have all that Magitek you see. They use that to imitate magic." Xau'ra then shrugs. "So.. the only thing I can think of is.. maybe instead of using Ceruleum, which is refined process.. maybe they want to use aether for a new form of fuel.." It is the best guess he has. Though when Inga explains what she saw he hrms softly. His fingers drum on the table, as he goes to take another bite. Thinking and thinking hard. "..there.. maybe be one that fits that description.. but.. he is long dead. Died before Dalamud ever crash down.. but he would go to the camps and try to get some of us to turn in this prophet back then.. A garlean at that..."
Kyra Hyral	"Whoever it was, it looks like they're gone now." Kyra frowns, disliking the idea of being spied on, quite clearly! She doesn't really know enough to fathom who could be listening in-though maybe a Garlean spy? "We might just need sneakier spies to breach these guys. Maybe that Solid Snake fellow? I heard he was really good at infiltrating things." Curious, she leans forward at Xau'ra, "I /heard/ about that. The whole lack of magic, thing. It's surprising to hear that magitechnology can function for a user without any magical capacity." She threads her fingers together, "Well, they would have to power the magitechnolgy somehow if they cannot do it with their own MP." 'Turn over a prophet' gives Kyra pause and she looks to both Inga and Xau'ra with concern, "Are you sure he's dead?"
Mantigora	"Sometimes even the greatest hunter has to leave the trail for another time," her mentor would of said at a time like this. Mantigora repeats that to herself mentally to shove down her natural desire to want to turn around and end this problem by slitting a few throats. One or two elites she could of handled maybe, and no one would be the wiser. But not so many, not ones with prophetic senses, and not in a crowded busy tavern. There is simply no way she could of made it look clean and unincrimidating. And the information she had was too important to risk. Fortunately by the time anyone else tried to look for her she was already well on her way out of the settlement. Another time, another time...
Xau'ra Tayuun	"MP?" Xau'ra decides to ask Kyra back. "Not sure I follow.. as for their Magitek. Its bloody effective and the Ceruleum they use is highly explosive. They have giant riding machines that can run ever as fast has a chocobo. Metal airships that fly high in the sky, defying all laws of the elements. Even weapons that move faster then a chocobo can run and explode with a great deal of power." Xau'ra then frowns, "..oh yes.. and their locks.. have numbers and screen. Even with my skills, I can't break in. They don't use normal conventional means." He tilts his head a bit pointing to the device Kyra has. "Your world's technology reminds me a great deal of Garlean magitek.. like some other worlds also come close.. but this is why having allies like you and others is so important to us. We, ourselves, don't have the technological might to deal with them." "As for the guy," The male Miqo'te gives a nod of his head. "He is dead. The Alliance saw to that. Though it didn't stop the Garleans from advancing or invading.. nor did it stop Dalamud... or Bahamut." He snort faintly. "I saw him a few times.. I think he was called the White Raven." "I think... he was the commander of the Seventh Legion? I think that is what it was. A power house really, younger then the Black Wolf and I think.. from what I remember reading on some stuff the Eorzean Alliance had.. he was the one in charge of the invasion into Eorzea." The miqo'te then frowns, "...and was the one who pulled Dalamud out of the sky, seeming very content to wipe us all off the face of Eorzea.. and if any Garleans /were/ against it-- they did not a thing." He then shakes his head. "Either way.. until the truce is over, we can't do anything, but I agree. We need to get the Union together... and I'll talk to the Admiral.. and we should go pay the Garleans a visit and well, maybe kick over some things in the bloody process."
Jonothon Starsmore	At the mention of 'numbers and screens'. "Sounds like a keypad lock. Yer need a hacker," Jono speaks up. "There's gotta be people in the Multiverse what can hack a keypad lock."
Kyra Hyral	"Oh, sorry, magic particles." Kyra clarifies. "The power source behind our magitek and magic in general. Though lacking in magic from themselves it sounds like the Garleans have their own source of power for their tech." Kyra looks contemplative. Then Xau'ra utters the words 'highly explosive' and Kyra suddenly looks EXCITED. "Oh reaaaaallllly. I'll have to get a sample of their 'Ceruleum' sometime." she wiggles with glee. Her excitment is tempered with talks of invasions and genocide. And the truce. "Well it's only on for a few more days, right? Not much longer, yes."
Xau'ra Tayuun	Xau'ra nods softly to Jono. "Right.. well.." He glances over to Kyra then the others. He tries to smile, but he has a cold feeling come over him. As if walking over someone's grave really, as his eyes are drawn back to the mountain. He stares at it for a moment before looking at the others. "Let us finish this meal, drink some, and talk about better things hm? I'm sure the Admiral can put together an advance and we'll knock down whatever the Garleans are planning." Xau'ra then looks over to Ryu and Inga, "..and any help, any of you can give," He then looks to Jono. "Is always appreciative in my books."