Bubbling Over
Seventh of Olweje-hamba (Olweje Descendent), 1349 A. L. (After Landfall)
Somehow the giant spider with the face of a woman hiding in the walls of the world is not the strangest being in the keep. Still you are content that it seems to understand to hunt only those of the restless dead moved by malice and wickedness and not those merely confused along their way. The prospect of having to feed it something else doesn't exactly fill you with good cheer, but it's no worse than the ship. Well alright, it is a little worse than the ship in that these are the souls of men meant to go to their just reward or punishment. But as Zaia notes this world is not yours and these creatures are as natural in the abstract as the spiders that feast on flies. The only difference is that they are hunting here and not in some other place
The sound of something metallic jangling against stone startles you from your thoughts, like someone had thrown an enormous pot against the wall, followed a moment later by raised voices.
"What in the name of the Black Pit of Souls do you mean there's no room for my workshop!" Mog shouts. "Am I supposed to let my equipment in the rain and the wind. Just you wait for the next time there's a storm, you'll see a hell of a fireworks show."
While you do not know what 'fireworks' are you can guess from context and from the calm, not to say somewhat patronizing tome Zaia is taking with him you would guess the fight is unlikely to go anywhere good.
"You can keep your tools in the ship a while longer, while we prepare a new place for you to work your craft. In this realm stone is not shaped like clay to the potter's hand..."
"In he ship, with the brine to corrode the joints, with a hundred left feet running about fit to trip on something at the worst time, with
Other Things singing their songs through the hold."
"The Marcella shall not harm your work and the sailors have learned to keep away from what they don't understand," the alchemist notes.
As you turn the corner to see them arguing in front of the feasthall's door he catches your eye and says. "Ah sir knight, just the man I was looking for. Perhaps you could get Mog here the chance to see the city rather than troubling himself with... kitchen renovations."
He was trying to use the kitchens. You wince inwardly... and maybe a little outwardly as well. Zaia is right about the sailors and your men as well for that matter, keeping well away from things they do not understand but when the inexplicable is near the stew pot they might refuse to eat from it and that is the last thing you want.
With Zaia himself busy with moving things from ship to shore, Tom seeing to the men as they do the same and even Swift Pebble and her kin busy with the children you are probably the best one to distract the excitable little fey. Well unless you wanted to call on Esha again, but the summoning seemed to have cost her.
If nothing else it will give you a chance to get to know Mog better.
What parts of Orinilu do you visit and what do you ask the little fey?
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OOC: So here we have it, social action. Normally I would not leave a floating write in like this, but with the longer wait times for updates I figure you guys have the time to think it though. 
