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Re: Brothers on a Grim Holiday (Smokefish and CourageWolf)
Emeron grimaced slightly as Alenya spoke of praying pre-emptively. But from the looks of it such would be unecessary; his brother had soon recieved a drink from, and shared it with, the orcish woman he had armwrestled with. That was a good enough sign for Emeron that things might just go well enough to not require him taking action. Not a lot of it anyways. The Bearman slouched back in his seat and moved a hand onto the table. He made a little circular motion with a finger, followed by a small pattern within it, and finished by placing his palm upon it; a simple cantrip woven, a small area of the tavern marked by his magic. A few feet around his table. If the brunette waitress returned and entered that area, a soft melody of birdsong would emanate to inform him of it.
And next he withdrew his arm and crossed it over his chest, eyes closing, as he weaved another simple spell. A spell that would allow him to hear as if at another location, to let him listen in on his brothers conversation with the orcish woman. Emeron prefered to be aware of what his brother was up to, and what Syran might hear from the Orcs, whether it was information or trouble in store for his sometimes reckless brother. And the first spell he had cast would ensure he wouldn't miss out on his meals arrival. Or the woman that might bring it to him.
Emeron grimaced slightly as Alenya spoke of praying pre-emptively. But from the looks of it such would be unecessary; his brother had soon recieved a drink from, and shared it with, the orcish woman he had armwrestled with. That was a good enough sign for Emeron that things might just go well enough to not require him taking action. Not a lot of it anyways. The Bearman slouched back in his seat and moved a hand onto the table. He made a little circular motion with a finger, followed by a small pattern within it, and finished by placing his palm upon it; a simple cantrip woven, a small area of the tavern marked by his magic. A few feet around his table. If the brunette waitress returned and entered that area, a soft melody of birdsong would emanate to inform him of it.
And next he withdrew his arm and crossed it over his chest, eyes closing, as he weaved another simple spell. A spell that would allow him to hear as if at another location, to let him listen in on his brothers conversation with the orcish woman. Emeron prefered to be aware of what his brother was up to, and what Syran might hear from the Orcs, whether it was information or trouble in store for his sometimes reckless brother. And the first spell he had cast would ensure he wouldn't miss out on his meals arrival. Or the woman that might bring it to him.
First Spell is Alarm, either fluffed as specificly triggering from the waitress coming within a few feet of the Brothers table, or that everyone ever except for her is exempt from triggering it, whichever works. And I'm kinda hopeful I can decide what kind of alarm sound it is, otherwise contact me so I can completely redo this post. <_>
Second spell is Eavesdrop @ Syran/Savarra's table.
Second spell is Eavesdrop @ Syran/Savarra's table.
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