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Noice from the water beating down upon his back was the only thing he heard before she entered the shower from behind. He had his eyes closed and hands rubbing the bald head of his. He was exhausted from everything that's happened and would need to get some rest soon if they were to travel at all in the morning. With her behind him, moved his head slightly to the side to get an outline of her figure behind him. She wasn't wearing anything to his amazement. "Thank you for your offer. I'd like for you to clean my back very much. I've been through quite a bit and as you can see my body is proof of it." A hand extended to the lever that allowed the hot water to continue pouring on him and pretty soon she would have been completely soaked as well.

With her soft touch to against his skin, he felt so tense with the muscles of his body being as exhausted as they were. Leon seemed to be deep in thought about what he's going to do next time he changes; which will be in about a mouth. "Make me a promise. That if I change next time into it, that you and the others will personally take preventive measures to stop me. I don't want to take life more than I have too." With that said, he turned around slightly to look at her face and smiled slightly. She could notice his fatigued state by looking at his eyes. For a thirty-one year old, he sure did attract some of the most beautiful women and some of the more exotic ones as well.

A hand raised to one of her cheeks and he smiled brighter to her. With his piercing blue eyes looking directly into her own. He turned back around with his back turned so she could continue. He was cleaning his frontal areas of the body that make what a man is all about amoung a lot of his frontal wounds on his upper body. The wound on his leg he tended to quickly, but there wasn't much there since Bartle's healing potion regenerated most of it from the science bottle.

When the cleansing was completed and she left him in the bathroom he would leave the room dried and with his royal monk pants on. As the spell was cast, he could feel the broken ribs start to subside the throbbing pain he was having. This was the source of him coughing earlier when they first met. He breathed easlier with his ribs ceasing to give him a constant annoying pain. Leon sat at the bed side and she crawled around behind him to wrap his wounds. It reminded him almost of his mother wrapping his fathers wounds after he destroyed a powerful creature that attacked the temple long ago. As the memory was a good one for him to remember in the condiction he was in, it left a nice warm smile on his face.

When she was all done bandaging his wounds, he turned his head to give her a look of approval. "Thanks you for your kindness and offer. You did a very good job bandaging my wounds." And with that he stood up with his hand holding her own and like his master at the temple had tought him to have manners, he gently kissed her hand then let go of it so he could put the rest of his royal attire on. Positioning his clothing on his body, he tucked his white under shirt into his pants and turned around. The clothing looked multi-layered from first glance and turned around for her approval. "I do claim these clothes make a the illusion of me being rich dispite the lack of coin I carry with me. Let's go next door to Bartle and Ray and talk. I have some things to ask all three of you and then I'll need to catch some rest. The only question then would be where am I to sleep and where would Ray get to sleep. Something we can work out with them once we get over there. So shall we get going?"

Beezlebum eyed the drow warily for a moment more before relaxing his grip on his sword and returning to setting up his equipment mumbling about drow trickery. "First off, Ray, I'd like to say that a duel between us would end in you being splattered along a wall, floor or cieling, depending on if you side-rolled, ducked down, or jumped when I threw my potion. Of course, right now you would have had the upper hand; I, like a wizard, need time to prepare myself for a battle, though I myself am far more capable than a wizard, who relies on the intricate mysteries of the unpredictable arcane; you having the upper hand had no influence on my choice to not duel you though, this room is not mine and I would be loathe to repair the damages I would cause. Second, I think you not telling me about your purpose is merely a ruse to give you time to think up a clever drow lie to tell the lot of us, and telling us as a group would keep you from contradicting yourself wouldn't it? Last, you came here with Leon, who seemed to trust you, and he might be mad if he found you as a stain on the wall, so you keep to your side of the room, and I'll keep to mine."
He continued setting up small glass beakers, vials, bottles, and tubbing, the things needed for his more dangerous potions [which he though would be a good idea to have along, just in case], and he also had his mortar and pestel out, for the more common variety sciences. As he had the last of his things set up a knock sounded at the door and the gnome ran over to welcome the two other companions to his room. With four people, well, three and a half, in the room, it was a bit crouded. Beezlebum walked back to his desk saying, "Welcome, welcome, now that everyone is as clean as they care to be, shall we get to the business at hand? We had two introductions to be heard as I remember." taking a seat he added, "so, my dear ladies, which shall begin?"
The gnome light a smal fire under a beaker of water and began crushing some beetle wings in his pestel, and though he looked quite distracted, he was listening.

Having taken her sear,Diana had trailed off in her own throughts for a while, back into a day dream. But it wasn't her usual lover boy one, this was was based on Leon. 'Really ought to figure out how to stop these.' She thought to herself. She was realyl a pervert... I mean all the things that could have happened in that shower...'Wait, a stone?' Her attention from her largest flaw was taken away and she looked up at Leon and she stared at his stone. Her hand moved to the stone that had slipped into her shirt and she clutched it softly. 'What should I do?' She thought again to herself. She had a few options but this must have been a fated meeting.

"Aye... I have one..." She finally voiced softly pulling on the string and she tugged out the black stone that had the blue glow. "Did anyone else hear an eerie voice, when you got it?" She asked. She didn;t like that voice to much. She shook her head some and looked down at Leon, how had sat. She movedher hand to his head out of... habit maybe? And she lightly petted him.

She didn't want to get to far ahead of hte game here. I mean... as much as this might have been a fated meeting... they all, assuming they had gotten stones to, might have more information?

"Well that's the thing Bartle." Leon paused for a moment and held his white stone up that had a glaring black star in it. "Perhaps these stones symbolize something. Maybe someone either planted them in our path for us to find as a mere act of fate from our own perspective. However, if these grant power of some kind, I wish to discover this power and channel it to further procreate the greatness of potential in mankind, but the canny thing about power is the misuse of it as well. If these rocks hold some kind of mysterious power then we should value it greatly and use it wisely. As a man of the Order, I don't expect to see the world plunder into a catacomb of destruction because of our carelessness." With those many words said, Leon looked up at Diana as she placed her hand on his bald head. An eye brow perked in response to this action because of her behavior around him. She seemed like nothing of the kind of elf he's read about in the monastery's library back at the temple; his real home.

"We should talk more about this in the morning. For now the four of us should get some sleep. Since this room belongs to Bartle, he can decide who shall sleep in the room and Diana can decide who she wants to sleep in her room. So that leaves you two to decide who's sleeping where. Drows and Werewolves aren't very acceptable people in society. So I suggest we decide quickly. Lastly I'd like to suggest this to you Bartle about that transmutation potion. If you possibly can make it into an injection, then that would be acceptable as well. I think since all of us own these strange stones that it would be for best interests that we look after each other." Leon moved a hand to his face and rubbed his eyes while yawning deeply. He was exhausted and really didn't care where he slept, just as long as he would get ample sleep during the night.

"Room arangements, you say?" the gnome piped up, a bit flustered. "Look at you two, Leon, all googly-eyed like a pair of sprites in spring. I can tell you and the elf would want to share a room, so you go do that, and tomorrow be sure to burry me in a nice shady place before you hunt down the drow."
The gnome turned his back to the door, falling into the tapping, measuring, and mixing of his potions and mumbling about 'moonlight' and whether it would be smarter to make an anti-werewolf potion first.
Hours passed before the gnome finally finished with his potions, several made and a few needing to sit out, one being the werewolf potion, which needed to soak a good bit of moonlight before it would work properly...if it worked at all. Beezlebum placed it on the windowsill and then turned back to his bed where the drow was curled up in a fetal position, hugging a pillow. If it weren't for the conotations associated with her dark skin, the gnome would have thought her cute and innocent, "Look, Ray, you..." he sighed, the drow was working her tricks, he knew, but she was damned good at playing the good-guy, that is, good-girl. "...you can have the bed. I'm going to go get some wine from down-stairs, just toss a few pillows to the floor for me." He walked to the door, shaking his head, opened it and disappeared down the hall, mumbling about "durned drow trickery."

[][][][SO THAT WE ARE ALL AWARE, MEPHISOPHELIAN SOCIOPATH IS OUT OF TOWN AND AWAY FROM A COMPUTER, SO DON'T EXPECT A POST FROM RAY UNTILL LATE SUNDAY NIGHT.][][][]


It was already near midnight; men and womyn were at home, safe in each other's arms, children were tucked in tightly, sheltered from the cold night air, and a lone gnome sat at an empty bar with a small mug of Mushroom Ale, just like they served back home.
The barkeep was busying himself with cleaning the glasses, bowls, and plates that had been used during the day. He seemed lost in thought and cleaned out of mechanical habbit, paying no attention to his surroundings untill a halfling walked through the door.
"No vacancy," the barkeep was quick to say, "but I've still got plenty of stew and ale, if you want."
"No vacancy?" the halfling asked, her voice cherrubic and strangely energetic for this time of night. "My good sir, this lounge seems quite empty to me. There's naught but a gnome, a man and myself, and two people in a room such as this could hardly qualify it as occupied."
Beezlebum, who was busy drinking his ale, gave a small snort, splashing the froth of his mug up his nose.
The halfling gave a slight giggle. "Bless you."
"As I'm sure you know," the barkeep replied, eyeing the gnome and halfling in turn, "I meant I have no place for you to stay."
"Oh, that's quite all right," the small womyn said, "I have a room at the Dragon's Codpiece already. Room number 7, to be exact, second floor all the way in the back." she sighed. "I've simply lost my way."
Beezlebum looked from his mug to the halfling, then back to his mug. The halfling was quite attractive, though small in stature she was still shapely and as clean as the hygeine-focused companions back in their rooms. She smelled of roses. "A shame," he thought. "I should have bought a map of the town earlier today."
"Down the street," the barkeep said, pointing, "left at the butcher's stand, and don't pass the fountain."
"Thank you, my good sir." and she turned on her heels, "Room number 7, second floor, in the back, here I come." She almost skipped to the door, her hips swaying as they were, and then she was gone.

The barkeep scratched his head, then with a shrug returned to cleaning his dishes. The closing of a door jarred him from his thoughts, and he looked up to see an empty mug on the bar, with no gnome near it.