Tharos groans as he drags himself out of bed. He throws his robes over his head as he examines himself in his personal mirror. His gaunt features stared back at him. “Been living in squalor too long, and using too much magic.”
He noticed a slight flutter as he pulls up the hood of his robes, but ignores it. “You two are supposed to stay out of sight you know. That was the deal”
A boring deal, I want to seeee things, and not just through your inefficient eyes the hard voice whines.
Now, now, Tharos has always been good to us the soft voice chided We just honour our deal. Although, when no one is around, I don’t see why he can’t sate his curiosity then
“Because someone could hear you, or walk in and see you” Tharos pulls his hood low leaving his eyes in shadow. “Also there’s the cat”
A hiss from the Hard Voice. Why do you humans keep cats around? Vicious Daemon creatures. I know the truth of their origins. A benevolent Daemon is still a Daemon after all
“So I shouldn’t trust you two?” Tharos says with a wry smile.
We are NOT daemons! They are anathema to us we are the ancient protectors! we are-
SILENCE boomed the soft voice so loud Tharos winced. He’s probing us for information again. That was not part of the deal
“Well you play fast and loose with our arrangement, so do I” Tharos chuckles as he exits his room. Making his way down to the Chart room. As he enters be notices Rook, Mako, and Dolphus seated at the table. Most strangely Mariner has his head halfway out the ship, scanning the air intently.
Tharos chooses the seat on Dolphus’ left, as Mariner withdraws his head.
“Must be an Albatross again, they’ve never forgiven me for that misunderstanding with the crossbow.” He takes a seat at the head of the table, hands folded and staring straight ahead, perfectly content to wait for the rest of the party in total silence.
Tharos clears his throat, “So… Why don’t we tell each other a little about ourselves to pass the time eh?” He tries an open smile, before realizing how sinister it’d look with his traditional robes. “I’ll start, my name is Tharos, and I’m here in the hopes of properly reconnecting with my estranged father. There who’d like to go next”
Too much information Tharos the hard voice warned
actually I agree, they’ll likely think you’re crazy or joking. We shall pray they believe you’re joking the soft voice then actually begins a prayer to some long forgotten god