Sigil: The City of Doors

"I thought..." He looks back at the portal warily. "...well then." He straightens up. "Perhaps a rest then? Or is Skal in a hurry to debrief us?" He directed the last question at the other Dustmen.

"Huh?" The pressure eased off. "Well that was different." It never dawned on him that L'Orr was the reason for the pressure. He seemed to brush it off as sudden onset tinnitus or something. "Wait a second, you mean you already know your fate? That's rough, you have my sympathies. And here I was hopi...

Cyprian found himself massaging his temple for some reason. "Just a jest, but I suppose one must assume that..." the massage doesn't seem to help, "...my it's suddenly become harder to think. What was I saying?" He blinks. "Something about ripples, multiverses, and Illithids. Was I crafting a joke? ...

"Because I am much too content with the status quo." He took another sip. "But really for personal reasons." He smiles absently at the absurdity of Sigil. "I am strangely delighted that one of freedom's greatest champions is a mind flayer. The originality of the tale is worthy of all the multiverse....

For some time Cyprian was quiet. These revelations gave him much to think on and he'd at some point acquired a beer to nurse in his contemplation. Independence was the one hold up for him. If one ties themselves to the Free League, but also to a Dustman, what might be the result of a conflict betwee...

He plants a soft kiss on the crown of her head after helping her to her feet and seeing her stable. He would then begin transferring as much as he could to his own inventory leaving her the skull. "There now," he began shakily then cleared his throat, "right as rain. Back to the mortuary? I imagine ...

A weight dances off of Cyprian's shoulders as Akh returns to cognition. He presses his lips to her hand beaming at her while she speaks and reacclimates to her surroundings. "Thank the gods." He whispers. "Would you like help getting back to your feet?" He had to admit that there's a temptation to f...

"Akh?" Cyprian asked as something seemed to shift. His voice is soft and his face is vulnerable. "Are you..." He struggled to find the words. "Please don't leave me butterfly."

Cyprian had been so distraught he'd completely missed the two Dustmen. "Wha- what?" He takes the vial still cradling Akh and casts identify. "That bastard." Cyprian whispered under his breath.

"Akh..." he held her, helplessly cleaning her face as best as he could. Once it proved fruitless he'd take her into his arms. "I will one day, If that's what you wish... I will." He sniffed as he carried her out of the keep, and through the cave. "Just hold onto me until then okay? I'll see your sou...