Sigil: The City of Doors

Outside of meetings, Whisper didn't really spend much time at the Red Lion. The place really wasn't meant for an average two legged individual, after all. But, this was where the twins and other members of the League spent much of their time. It was a good place to get a sense of everyone's mood and look for anything that may need to be addressed.

Unfortunately, the drinks served at the Red Lion were also not intended for average two legged individuals. Gaining insight into another's feelings can be difficult when you're seeing double.


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(Day 2, Mid-Evening, Renown) Live Free, Random Task | 1d8 ⇒ 5
(Day 2, Mid-Evening, Renown) Live Free, Wisdom (Insight) DC 16 | 1d20+6 ⇒ 14
(Day 2, Mid-Evening, Renown) Live Free, Gold Earned | 1d4 ⇒ 3

Akh Uur Hoon visited inns not to eat or drink or be merry - she was all past that - but to offer assistance to those suffering from brawls, mugging and other excesses. Drunkards were easy targets, especially for murderous maniacs on a killing spree. Spotting one man swaying, she approached him.

"Are you fine, sir?" She asked quietly.

He spun around to see who had spoken. Then, he spun around again, to see who they were speaking too. Once he had pieced it together, he spun back to her.

"I'm fine. The world keeps spinning, though."

"That may be your head, not the world, sir. It is dangerous to be alone and drunk around here, cross-trade and all. Perhaps you should get a room and sleep it off until morning." She spoke calmly, without insistence. "Or find sober assistance to get back home."

"Hush!" He looked around again. "He's here somewhere..."

"I'm fine." Once again, he focused on the woman. "I'm not a centaur. I can handle my liquor. Unless the twins gave me a drink. That could be a problem..."

"And who are the twins? How to recognise them?"

"Wemics." was all he said. He was looking around again, checking under tables. Suddenly, a large green hound pounced on him. He laughed as the dog held him down with one large paw. "Hush! Were we playing ambush?"

Akh couldn't make much sense of the situation. She looked around for the said wemics. It looked like the green good boy had the man's back?

The genasi stood after a few moments with the hound and remembered to properly introduce himself.

"I am Whisper. This is Hush. I'm sorry, I'm not usually like this."

"I am Akh Uur Hoon. And I am usually like this." She nodded. "I see that you're in good paws after all."