D
Davion
Guest
At the offer of the mace, Jace smiles but extends a hand upright with the palm facing Darius. "Thank you for the offer, but my weapon is a prideful symbol of Heironeous, perhaps in the next engagement I will draw it." Casting an eye at the dire flail for a second, he makes an addendum to his statement. "If someone were to hold onto it, should definitely be worth something I'd wager, with craftsmanship like that. If no one desires, I'll hold onto it." He agreed with the previous assessment of its worth, taking it from Darius until someone else stepped forward to claim it.
Then he turned his attention to the carving of the canine. With a push on his knees, Jace moved to his feet and positioned himself a few steps behind Lindons left shoulder, watching him work with equal parts disgust and genuine interest. "Falazure, the dragon terror of the dark. An unpersuaded evil that is one of the embodiments of necromancy and revels in draining life from the living." Lowering his raised brow, Jace made no distinction of his opinion on the matter though his fist rest on the hilt of his sword. "As long as these dark dealings are not in league with the foul creatures of this island, I think there shall be enough glory for all." With a small smirk Jace retreated back several steps to the rest of the party, bending slightly to claim one such pouch of gold off the nearest shelf. "This might buy enough drinks and penance to forget this ordeal, if we survive long enough to spend it."
With a sigh he took a stretch. "Definitely the most abrupt awakening I've ever had, though monstrously better than the sleep." He eyed the door behind them and the room they stayed in, unsure if to stay and rest or continue onward. He waited for the rest of the party.
Then he turned his attention to the carving of the canine. With a push on his knees, Jace moved to his feet and positioned himself a few steps behind Lindons left shoulder, watching him work with equal parts disgust and genuine interest. "Falazure, the dragon terror of the dark. An unpersuaded evil that is one of the embodiments of necromancy and revels in draining life from the living." Lowering his raised brow, Jace made no distinction of his opinion on the matter though his fist rest on the hilt of his sword. "As long as these dark dealings are not in league with the foul creatures of this island, I think there shall be enough glory for all." With a small smirk Jace retreated back several steps to the rest of the party, bending slightly to claim one such pouch of gold off the nearest shelf. "This might buy enough drinks and penance to forget this ordeal, if we survive long enough to spend it."
With a sigh he took a stretch. "Definitely the most abrupt awakening I've ever had, though monstrously better than the sleep." He eyed the door behind them and the room they stayed in, unsure if to stay and rest or continue onward. He waited for the rest of the party.