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"We should be cautious," Drovik reminded the others, "I have no doubts that the Serra have soldiers watching us at this very moment."

"Indeed, onward and upward."

Drovic shrugs, "There's a multitude of reasons actually. Desperation, debt, true belief, something along those lines. People are complicated creatures, and they do things for reasons that may not make sense to others. So I don't try to understand why; I simply try to understand who they are as...

Drovic shrugs, "They're good people. It's a shame what they pledged their lives to."

Drovic continues to explore, making small talk with a few monks before doing the same an hour later.

Guess he's inside

Drovic gives a small bow, "Thank you, Brother of Light."

"So tell me, how has your lord been? Word is he's been quiet for a while, at least among his kin, and I was asked to check up on him. As you know, she is quite... busy, shall we say. So are there any issues up here she should be made aware of?"

"They let us pass once they knew our goal," Drovic replies, returning the bow, "They may be vicious, but they understand the importance of pleasing Our Lords. Thank you kindly for welcoming us, Brothers and Sisters."

Drovic entered the compound as well, noting how everyone else reacted, and began the circle as well, from one alter to another. To keep up appearances, he leaves a little extra at the alter of Gale as well, but otherwise does as his ally had done. He was surprised Scath knew as much about dragon...

"Well how be, you do have a head on your shoulders... I suggest you all do as Scath suggested. We need to be able to work with these people... unfortunately."

"Stop acting so smug," Drovic spits back, "Everyone knows that... except maybe the rock guy... but I mean specifically about here. The culture, how they speak about their lord, that kidn of thing. If we're going to get what we want and not be noticed, we need to be respectful and knowledgeable...

They travel for a few hours and, true to his word, came across a sanctuary for the clergymen of Lumos, "So I doubt Lumos is in there, but we can probably somehow get a location from the people who are. How much are you all aware of their... some might call it a religion?"

"They're sort of the military in these parts," Drovic explains, "I'd like to stay on their not-bad side as long as possible. They'll expect us to travel to the nearest temple, which is probably our best bet. I can lead you there and probably get us in. Or, at least me in. We'll see what I can do...

"Hey, at least let me keep up some front of religiousness in front of the civs," he replies, dropping the holy persona he'd been carrying, "Thank you for your allowances, Seraphs. I wish you all a good day."

Drovic steps forward, "They came carrying me," he explains. The elf raises his sleeves to reveal a series of tattoos on the underside of his arms that align to the following of the Wind Dragon, Gail, "I wished to come to these islands for a pilgrimage. I seek to speak to my brothers and sisters...

"So these are the sky islands," Drovic whispers to himself, "I've never been up this high..." He looks at the land around them, "I wouldn't be surprised to see one of the Dragons here."

"I have magic, yes," Dravoc agrees, "But I don't show it off. I use it when necessary and no more. And I know my own limits. You were showing off your magic, trying to prove your excellence, and in doing so prove that the magic is wasted on you."

Drovic sighed as he watched the elf gloat, "You think too highly of yourself. The dragons, compared to us at least, aren't dissimilar to gods in raw strength. A measly parlor trick isn't going to send Rikuconis to his grave. It takes strategy and cunning more than power. And maybe not even that...

Drovic was unsure why Scath called him an orc, but didn't worry to correct him, "You can call me Drovic," the cleric admits, "Trust leads to trust, and the man last night didn't provide such in turn. You seem to offer such trust, however small. And that's enough for me."

Drovik was already awake and in the lobby by the time the captains returned, silently sipping some cheap juice.

Drovic looks out the window at the waning some. While many stayed up long into the night, he'd always prided himself on a natural clock. He sleeps with the sun. No reason to do otherwise. Nodding to his new companions, he retires to his quarters, ready for their journey to begin.

"Welcome to the crew, Raven Robber," Drovic grins.

Drovik shakes his head, "Not here for adventure. I came here for a specific job with the crew back there," he jerks his thumb towards Terra and his people, "Adventure will come, but it isn't the goal."

Drovik just stares at him, his face clearly asking How stupid do you think I am? After a few moments, he offers his hand, "Goldilocks it is then," the warmth left his voice, though he still looked friendly. Obviously Volo's little show didn't impress him all that much.

Hearing the staff advertise the staff quest, Drovic decides to join the conversation, "Stop hassling the man. He'll come along if he wants, but I think he's just here to rest for a while," he claps the elf's back, "What's your name man?"