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Will looks up and replies "I will answer what I can, go ahead and ask.. "

"It appears that one of the main tennants that this person speaks of," Vlad says, "Is the hunting and killing of undead. Is that still how it is today or was that just when this was written?"

"Well.." says Will, "We do have three active groups..

Those here at the village, We defend our people and our records, along with engaging in productive activities like farming and smithing ect.

Those sent out on information gathering. You could almost call it recon. Documenting the Language, Culture, Geography and History of the peoples of the earth. They will typically get copies of documents and literature from where they go and bring it back here.

And the third group who's aim is to take a more active role in countering evil. This group does handle things like undead, but are not limited to just undead creatures.

This is not so much a matter of who, as it is a when. We each serve in all three capacities at different times in our lives. We also try to be as discrete as possible in all of these aspects. Though at times we are unable to be.

We will ocassionaly go back to an area where we have helped a community to learn that we have been mistaken for angels, or sometimes even devils, or other creatures of myth. "

"That is very similar to this other group," Vlad says, "Do you know of any branches of your Order outside of this area? The group I met up with were differant in look and attitude but had the same general mission."

Toma rolls his eyes, but keeps his mouth shut. Groups for defense, scouting/spying and attacking? Now why would anybody be reminded of other groups by that? Either Vlad knows more than he's letting on, or he's grasping at real thin straws.

Will shrugs, "You would have to give me more information to go on, Five Thousand years of history gives alot of time for things to happen."

"Very true," Vlad says, smiling, "Maybe it would be easier if I showed you this."

He puts his left hand, open and palm facing Will, in front of his chest. His right hand, forming a tube, is placed so that the thumb is pressing into the palm of the left hand.

Will looks at Vlad's hands, then raises an eyebrow and looks Vlad in the eyes.

The wolf stares at Deac, lips turning up in a silent warning snarl as the man reaches for his knives. Catching his eyes in his own, he breaks the stare to look at the knife, then back at Deac. Was it Deac's imagination, or did the wolf shake his head slightly at him as if to say, 'not a good idea.' ?

No time to ponder that as Nessa's lilting voice calls out cheerfully. "Greetings. I see you've met The Wolf, stranger." She shoots the wolf a little sharp look and the beast looks away as if bored. "Don't worry, he's no threat to you if you aren't to him." Nessa peeks over the stall as she perches on the stool set there for that purprose. "Is there anything I can help you folks with?"

“I just need spell materials. A small horn, a glass eye, some cat fur, some wool, some phosphorus, a glow worm tail, a drop of mercury, some glass beads, licorice root shavings, a soft glove, a clear crystal, a piece of cured leather, a piece of turtle shell, a piece of quartz, and a piece of straw.” he recites the entire list from memory again, only pausing for a breath.

"One straw, mind, only one!" Deac pipes from over his shoulder.

Nessa gives full attention to the speaker, mentally taking down the order from the items she knows she had with her. "Well, now, a spell? Sounds like a varied one." She nods. "I'm sure you'll have no problem finding all of this in the market. I myself have available licorice root, cat fur, wool tufts..."
The wolf looks smug at the animals mentioned.
"... and dried glow worms. I can part with some leather pieces and I did pick up a turtle shell on my way in. Split in two, but still very handy."

Deac raises his hidden eyebrow at the inventory but asks, "And the one piece of straw?...........Nevermind, nevermind.....where's a stable? I am thinking about a getting a horse."

John smirks at Deac's continual comments. Then with and evil grin he spins around hands glowing. With a quick swiping motion of his right hand he calls out “Telekinesis!”

Deac suddenly finds himself tripping over nothing. Chuckling, John turns back around.

“Hehe! So how much is *heh* that going to be? Hehehe!”

A juvinile male lion pads up beside the Wolf and greets it with a whuff.

"Well, however much it is, you can take your fee out of this." With that Deac, without so much as a look at John, plops down a small coin purse which mysetriously looks a great like John's. "And what about the stable?"

John looks at the coin purse, then back at Deac. A smirk playing on his lips he comments, “Did they teach you that or did you learn that on your own?”

"I have no idea what you mean," Deac says innocently, then turns around again looking for a stable.

Will ponders his answer for a moment.
"I may have seen such a sign given, but it is not from one of ours.. Perhaps they were once.. "

... elsewhere, out by the herbal stand ...
The Juvinile Lion whufs, and says.. "If ye are looking for stables, just follow your nose.. "

The Wolf rrrfs a soft greeting in return as it sniffs at the Juvenile Lion, sitting up.

Behind the counter, Nessa can't help but chuckle at the pratical jokes passed between the two. She places several small pouches in a row on the counter, all with neat little labels. Besides these she pulls out the turtle shell and a nice strip of cured leather, big enough to make an arm cuff or two. "Well, now. All the dried stuff mentioned in these quantanties will be six coppers. Leather and the turtle shell is another five coppers. So... altogether eleven coppers, unless you have something else for trade?"

Staring at Deac, the wolf gives a nod and a nose wrinkle in agreement with the young lion.