Malyvern looks around. and orders two new glasses of Scoltail Liquor from the bartender. He opens a tab, promising to pay at the end of the night. The mage returns to the table and as he waits for the other players, he turns to Azhidal. "So tell me," says the mage, "what schools of magic do you study?" Although seemingly a friendly gesture, Malyvern needs to know what this mage is capable of. As a conjurer, he has only a basic knowledge in other disciplines.
“I feel a chill in my bones, young one,” Ixuo says to Mimi. “This place is cursed.”
A cold wind passes through and the fire erupts in a bright green flash. Embers crackle around the pit and the flame dances brightly in the dark. Insects crackle and birds coo, but Jaso’s tune is comforting. Through the canopy of trees, the moon is full and bright, the air thick with the smell of woodland and burning logs. Ixuo’s eyes water as the smoke from the fire pit glides towards him.
Ixuo glances at the statues. From the corner of his eye, he's sure one of them moved.