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Nosdyn looked at the fae for a moment or two. He recalled hearing one of his family members speak of the summer court fae native to the Haidia/Alerar regions of Althanas. They were an interesting race as Nosdyn recalled what his family members said in his youth. Some were tricksters and thieves, others were simply just there trying to eek out a living. Nosdyn assumed the kid had other plans though and simply invited him to their lunch outing. "If you're interested in a hot meal come to The Slaughtered Lamb and I'll treat you lunch." Nosdyn looked in the general direction of Yvonne and the weird bard and nodded towards then. I have a name now thanks to that crazy bard. People really should learn to control themselves more. He smiled at that thought.

Then he turned towards Tristain. "Let's go eat."

***

Sitting in The Slaughtered Lamb, Nosdyn had ordered plenty of food for the gathered group of Adventurers. They talked among themselves about various stories and adventures. However, Nosdyn noticed something very very interesting inside of The Slaughtered Lamb restaurant. She was a woman that sat by the bar and seemed to be part of a unique species of native Althanas folks. Nosdyn observed the tail that extended from the lower back of the woman. She drank...heavily and Nosdyn nodded towards her.

Nosdyn had his own appetite to satiate, he was hungry. After the recent events with Jake Narmonalya, the Demon was hungry. He hadn't eaten anything the entire time he'd been under after the events of that time. He'd died for Stonevale. Stonevale had become home. He wasn't sure how or why, but what he DID know was that Stonevale had changed him. A LOT. He found himself caring for the citizenry of that town and he wasn't sure why at that point. He only knew that the town of miners and adventurers had accepted him for he was. It had been some time since he'd declared anywhere home. Sometime since he'd been exiled from the Tular Plains of his birth and had gone on his adventures with The Kenku named Stare.

Stare had become a close friend and ally...someone to fight for. Those conflicting thoughts troubled the once proud Demon. In the past he'd have slayed everyone in the restaurant. But now...he wanted to protect them all. Would he...? He wasn't sure about that. As he sat there observing the lovely tailed girl, he ate his fill. Several times over. He'd ordered plenty of meats and other side dishes for his companions, and whatever else that they'd wanted. Including a round of drinks around the restaurant. Nosdyn was fairly popular with The Stonevale citizens. From the skilled miners, to the whore on the corner. They all knew who he was and had accepted him for he was.

A Demon living within the ranks of men..peacefully.

In the past he would have scoffed at such notions. But at that time period in his life he was not sure. As he thought about that he smelled the scents of alcohol, food and smoke in the air. People generally having a good time with friends and family. Stonevale was a miner's town. But the local guard-folks often hired sell-swords like Nosdyn to take care of this or that situation. That's how Nosdyn had come to live in Stonevale. He ate peacefully, munching loudly and noisily. He was damned hungry. It felt good to eat again...after his selfless sacrifice to buy Stonevale time during the last major goblin strike. Nosdyn remembered what Jake had said.

You had enough poison in you to take down twelve grown men or six halflings. Nosdyn sighed at that thought...