In My Experience There's No Such Thing as Luck [Day 7, Mid-Afternoon, Fortune, Open]

[Illiam'iira]

(BARDIC INSPIRATION NOW, d10 baby :3)

[Makeshift]

[He means love, like a parent loves a child, but also, somehow, love like a farmer loves it's livestock.]

A mirthless harrumph, from the pile of rags.

[Makeshift]

[Also go ahead and take an Advantage on your next Wisdom saving throw]

[Ikkit the Bastard]

"Well. Anything as wants t'cultivate me has a weird sense o'humor. Speakin' o'which, Illi, this... weird thing is... actually, not sure I know the name, but I like it a lot better'n some serene Godsman bastard."

[Illiam'iira]

Illi slips past Igneus to ... not hide... but almost hide behind Ikkit... she's got almost a foot on him so it's impossible, but she feels safer behind him with the strange stranger here. "Hello," She squeaks. "...balance? The Kadyx?"

[Ikkit the Bastard]

"More likely the Hooded Perv. Or whatever that crap with th'book is. You hear anything new 'bout that?"

[Makeshift]

"I..."

And Ignaeus actually trips up here. He seems actually puzzled, and not mysterious or esoteric or horriffic. Just a sad, old man, confused and alone.

But it passes like thunder. He looks up at the two from the ground, with the glint of daggers in his eyes.

"Ignaeus."

He turns back.

"The Kadyx... Weapon. Joke. Both. Pfah. Fiends."

[Ikkit the Bastard]

"Yeah, they're a pack o' pains, that's for sure."

[Illiam'iira]

"More likely the Hooded Perv. Or whatever that crap with th'book is. You hear anything new 'bout that?"

"No," She says softly. "I haven't really heard anything more. But I think you're right. I just also thought... so is the Kadyx what's sleeping in the earth here?" Illi points down to the ground.

...the drow pauses, looking to the man, really looking. "It's nice to meet you, mister Ignaeus." How long has it been since someone treated him like a person? Does anyone look after him at all? That thought hurts.

[Makeshift]

Ignaeus takes a while to answer, as he pokes at his charnel, interest (slightly) waning in it.

"Kadyx... Challenge... Some parts the same, the hardest ones... The ones that eat... But no, it sleeps where it pleases... What loves sleeps beneath everything... Earth just... Shorthand." He flicks a piece of guts away.

He glances at Illi, the introduction not catching him off guard (he knew something like this, something humane was coming).

"Pleasure." He replies, not with his usual hoarse grunts, but with the coldest, most aristocratic, rich, and distant voice you have ever heard. It clashes so very much with his appearance of charnel stained rags and long, multijointed fingers.

[Go ahead and roll me Perception, for inspecting him.]