The Keepers of Chaos: A Vault of Hell

Adleth: LXX

"Where's the half-elf?" Adleth inquired she took a seat at the bar making a mental note of her required tasks. She was going to pick up socks for Iliris, fill an extra sock with gold to smack that bitch, and get a really good drink. The good drink would come first yup.

"He.. is upstairs, praying, Which one of those gods he's talking to I'm not sure." Asher replied, reaching for the jam.

"Which one? Aren't they all Cthulhu?" Riu asked, frowning. Asher shrugged, the man had just gotten back to his feet but was acting like he had full mobility.. Fucking weird.

"Yeah I'm not going into that crazy man's life." He shot back. Adleth took out a ring of keys parsing them out for organization. The run time of intervals were far and few between. "So, what's on the agenda? We killed the nimblewright.. We got some map things.. Does any of us care or...?" Asher held his arms out and Adleth shook her head.

"Yeah it sounds like a whole lot of not our problem." She shrugged, not really caring about the map and its contents. Asher made a small noise in response. "Fuck this." Adleth declared, interrupting the brief silence. "I want a drink, like a fucking real drink that I dont have to pour myself." She rubbed her temples.

"Like... one you get Markos to pour for you? He does seem rather.. Less afraid of you now-"

"Nah, I mean a drink out of this place. Fuck ittt. Let's go to like.. The Yawning Portal or The Shining Siren, shit I'd settle for some Collave at this point." She admitted, the boredom of being in the house was getting to her a little bit.

"All.. alright.." Asher replied. "Yeah we can all go get a drink. Should I grab the cultist or?" He asked permission like this was a field trip. It was nice, but really unnecessary. Adleth didn't care who came just that they did. 'I need to start seeing dots. And now.'

"Yeah sure. I'll get Alekzandr." She added. "And..." she turned to tell Riu to get Herod but the Aasimar was already fleeing the house to the back yard, presumably to fetch the warlock. Adleth dashed up the stairs rounding corner after corner. On the second floor she arrived in the common room, to her right was the den, a meeting place for the party which would probably become more used once the tavern was up and running. On the left were Asher and Riu's two bedrooms. She hastily climbed to the next floor and the third floor held her bedroom, along with a library and study of sorts, though as of now it only had around five or six books in which the party had made donations. Eh Adleth thought they were not a very bright party so it wasnt super necessary. Across from her room was Markos and Herod's shared bedroom, how someone as level headed and cool as Herod managed to put up with that cultist at such a frequent amount was beyond her.

"Alekz!" Adleth ran up the final steps pounding on Alekzandr's door. Behind her was the door to the attic storage which Andraste had turned into a room. The elf was trustworthy in her eyes but man was Markos suspicious about her. "Cmon were going out!" She pounded on his door. There was a brief pause followed by shuffling of papers and the rolling of pens. What on Toril was he doing in there?

"I'm busy!" Alekzandr finally replied. "Can't you all see how important my work is?" No. She couldn't, at all.. He made shit blow up. "Seriously you forget I am maybe one of the last of my culture the preservation of this is vital-"

"We're going out for a drink." Adleth couldn't clear the door fast enough before it was pushed out slamming into a nearby wall. She backed away while Alekzandr leapt from his room. He was dressed in pretty average attire holding his rifle in one hand before slinging it across his back.

"The important things." He said, finally giving her an approving nod. "Lead with that comrade." She made a quick note to in fact lead with that next time. She turned to make her way down the stairs but Alekz stopped her. "Wait shouldn't we invite Andraste?"