TrailRunnin

I got Kelsier, which is cool. I liked the hogwarts question at the end; I was tempted to take another quiz to decide what to put!

Here's Rig; I dont think he needs any major changes, as he wasn't really part of any guilds.

Rig moved closer to his companions, eyes on their faces. "Northern mountains sure are nice this year, Penrod," he said conversationally, making no effort to hide his voice. Corette was right again, of course; if something made a sound like that again, this would be the best way to test it. He reached behind himself with one hand, wrapping his fingers around the cold stone of his cane in the dim light and fingering a pocket of coins as he waited to hear something. @ZincAboutIt @I Rashek

Rig nodded; he had nearly forgot about the original expedition, having come down here under such strange circumstances. That search didn't seem to be the only thing on Corettes mind, though, he thought, noting the glance she shot him as Allri's eyes flitted around the cave. He replied with a cocked head and a raised eyebrow, though his expression turned back to normal as soon as Allri's focus returned to them. "Are you in," Corette said again, voice just a hair off. Rig's eyes narrowed, and he whipped around, but there was nothing there. He was certain Corette's lips hadn't moved, but he also knew he had heard something. Cave insanity doesn't befit a Lekal, he could almost hear his father say. Oh, shut up, he shot back. He turned back towards Corette and Allri, waiting on her answer. @I Rashek @ZincAboutIt

Rig had finished up with Allri, impressed with the girl. She lacked skill now, but given a few year's training he suspected she could become one of the better steelpushers around. She likely wouldn't--it was rare for mistborn to focus on a single skill, according to Harmony's anecdotes preferring rather to become reasonable in all of them. Then she'll never know how to really fly, he thought to himself as he dropped one of the recovered coins and shot up over the forest canopy. He landed precariously among the strange stone branches, surprised to feel them flexing under his feet. He dropped another coin and floated himself down, twisting around branches as he controlled his descent through a careful burn of steel. He touched down lightly, and knelt, feeling in the mist for the coin. His hand knocked against something hard, which he grabbed. He pulled a slender grey branch out of the mist, just slightly longer than his arm and straight along it's length. Rig moved to throw it aside before reaching back down to grab the coin, but paused. He still had one of the canes his father had presented him with all those years ago, but the other had been lost during a fight with a pair of Tekial lurchers in the weeks on the run leading up to his appearance in the alleyverse. The branch was about the right size, and felt familiar in his hand somehow. He straightened and pulled out his other cane, taking a few practice swings and dropping into a familiar practice dance with the canes. Something to remember the cave, by, then, he thought to himself, satisfied. He slipped the strange stone-wood onto his back, the satisfying weight on his back telling him it was the right choice. He wandered back out towards the rest of the group, following the sound of voices towards the cave paintings in the back. He peered over the heads of the assembled crowd, noting the strange art on the walls. It was interesting in a way the detailed portraits of mansions seemed to miss; it hinted to him, rather than telling. It seemed to be the story of some travellers coming through the caves...there was the worm, and there a sleeping woman in the fungi. He spotted a figure in a tattered cloak-no, a mistcloak- near the bottom of a chasm, blue and purple streaks in his hair. It couldn't-what- Rig felt waves of confusion wash over him as he made more connections. There was Corette, with her knife and bracers. There was Althea, he thought, covered in cracks. There was Eos, aura of power surrounding her hands. He drained himself of heat, the cold washing away his distress. This was nothing compared to being on a new world; just some prophetic paintings. They had had prophets back in the days of the Last Emperor, so really, this was more familiar than much of the rest of the alleyverse. He stepped away for a moment, feeling more confident. Feeling a tug on his jacket, he turned to see Corette disappear with Allri into the mist. He walked along, long legs eating up the distance between him and the duo, before coming to a stop next to them. "What might you two be up to," he asked, looking from one to the other. @ZincAboutIt @I Rashek

Rig nodded, seeing that her eyes were closed. She should be watching the lines; her head tilted slightly as she focused on them, a habit most coinshots and lurchers had. He would have to mention that to her; it was an easy way to give yourself away. He tossed the first coin up and shot it towards her, lightly enough that she would have some time to react. It arced through the air before getting thrown off course, as though some invisible force acted on it. Rig repeated the motion a few times, pushing slightly harder each time. Allri deflected all of them, as he expected. This was basic. Rig grinned, and tossed a coin into the air high over his head. He pursed his lips, calculating for a moment, before Flaring his steel and launching it high into the air, fast. He fired a trio more or coins at Allri, several times faster than any of the others, timed to coincide with the on flying upwards. All four coins darted towards her, one from above, and he watched with baited breath to see whether or not she could track them all. A steel bubble like the one he'd heard ladrian could pull of back in elendel was reserved for twinborn with iron--for the rest of them, this sort of thing became a careful game of multitasking. Rig's memories took him back briefly to a courtyard with his uncle, who fired pellets at him while Rig stood blindfolded. He had spent years in that yard, perfecting his steelpushes until he was among the best in the basin, sparring with his uncle until he could take on many of the cane duelists who came through on the circuit. The jacket had been a gift, almost a graduation present, given to Rig on the day of his first raid. Perhaps if Allri made it through these caves, he would see a proper mistcloak made up for her. @I Rashek

"Go ahead, you couldn't beat me even with all 16 metals," Rig said, chuckling. "I've worked with a few lurchers, so I might be able to give you some tips. Just between me and you, though," he said, dropping his voice to a conspiratorial whisper, "Steel is the more useful of the pair. Iron is power; steel is finesse. And finesse beats raw strength every time." Rig pulled out a handful of his own coins, and walked a few paces away, staying in the clearing. "Now, you want to learn? We'll start with something easy. Shut your eyes and start burning. I'll be launching coins at you-push them away before they hit." There was some danger to the drill, but it was an easy way to gauge the girl's confidence. As he waited for Allri to comply, he shot a few coins to random-seeming points around the clearing. @I Rashek

Rig cursed as he nearly hit his head on another of the low hanging branches, and huffed in jealousy as Corette stepped easily around him and moved ahead. He supposed sometimes it was better to be short, but took solace in the fact that if the group ever needed something from a high place he would be more help than Cor. He hunched over and kept moving, following Corette into a clearing dominated by a pair of pools. Trees watched from the edges of the pools--appartently they had once been alive? It seemed odd, to Rig, but then this was an entirely new planet. Odd trees could be excused. Corette seemed to be inspecting the pools for a moment; if they were safe, they warm water would present him with a good opportunity to get some extra heat into his metalminds. He took a moment to look around the area, spotting Allri some distance back in the trees. "You did well with the pulling," he called out to her. "We should have some time to practice pushing in this cave, if you want." @I Rashek @ZincAboutIt

Rig walked through the cavern with the group, still wary. Corette and Althea were right; it made sense to camp here, where they at least had space and light. They were approaching an area where mist seemed to rise from the ground, emanating heat. Twisting shadows of...trees? Yes, trees, appearing through the twisting mists. "Sounds good to me," he responded. The cavern was big, and probably the most varied so far; between the waterfall, this strange forest, the glow of the rocks, and the yet-unexplored other half of the space, there was a lot to take in. Rig began moving through the mists, soon coming up to one of the strange trees. He tapped it with his cane, but rather than the flex of living wood he felt a jolt as though he had his stone or metal. He reached out to feel the plant, and was surprised to find it hardened beyond any plant he had ever seen before. "It's like they're made of rock," he called back into the mists. "Sculptures, maybe? I wonder how they got down here." If they were indeed sculptures, they had been strange ones; Rig had never seen such detail in the mansions around Elendel, and here stood an entire forest of the things. Every branch was shaped convincingly, warped as though the passage of time had weighed down the boughs, with twigs coming off at odd angles looking like skeletal grey fingers in the yellow light. Rig continued forwards, stepping carefully in the waist-high mists. It would do no good to break an ankle in these caves; he would have to resort to begging for aid from the healer, and Rig did not beg. He felt the heat begin to press on him like a sauna as he moved deeper into the strange trees, and the thickets of trees grew more dense, forcing him to duck under the ceiling of branches. Eventually he began storing heat in his bracers; the muggy air around him kept him feeling normal, despite his pouring of heat into metal. Well, Corette would certainly like this. She was probably still freezing from her little dip earlier, the memory of which brought a smile to Rig's face. @ZincAboutIt

Rig slowly contained his mirth, and called down the rest of the team. He lowered each one easily enough, enjoying the steelpushing practice; it wasn't often he got to work with a lurcher like this. He refrained from dropping anyone else into the puddles, despite the temptation, and ended up following some distance behind Corette to ward off any immediate attacks. His boots sloshed through the shallow waters, accompanying the sounds of the rest of their company, who moved down the tunnel towards the growing sound of rushing water. Eventually small ripples appeared in the water at their feet, and the sound increased to a thunderous roar. They exited the small tunnel into a darkened room, where Corette stood amidst a growing number of glowing yellow stones. As Rig watched, mouth agape, the yellow glow expanded over the cavern as though dominoes were falling by the thousands, each turning on another patch of light. Soon the source of the water was revealed; a massive waterfall streaming from far above through a crack in the roof, pooling on the floor around the cavern before dumping further into the earth through a chasm. Rig was shocked by the beauty of this cavern, too, but he had nearly been taken in by the caves twice already; this time, he would be certain no death-mushrooms attacked. He looked more closely at one of the yellow rocks, which reminded him a bit of the glowstone described by Jak in Allomancer Jak and the Roughs Rebels, Part 7. That had been safe enough, but Rig pulled out his dueling cane and poked the rock suspiciously anyways. Nothing happened, so he straightened, satisfied. Rig whipped around, looking back towards the entry. His tassels spun with the motion, revealing his pistol as he removed it from his belt and readied it in his other hand. "What was it?" he asked the new epic. "I'm really getting tired of deadly caverns." @Invocation @ZincAboutIt @everyone else

What a delightlful threat, Rig thought to himself. He would get back at her, yet, for shoving him over in the cavern above; for now, though, he gave her a show with his SteelPushes, sending her sailing in a spin through the air. If he knew Corette, she would want to show off in front of the new Epic, who was making her way down without aid. Placing himself at an anchor point beneath her, Rig slowly increased the pressure on Corette until she was hovering just over the surface. Her hair had come totally undone during the fall, running wild in the wind. Her breathing came quickly, despite the cadmium on her arms, and her eyes were alive with the light of euphoria. Rig knew the feeling; it was freedom. He grinned as she floated lower, still hovering more or less horizontal, not having finished the last spin. The smile turned wicked as he got an idea--perhaps the revenge could come a little sooner than expected! "We're fine, Allri, you can stop," he called upwards while keeping his eyes on Corettes floating form. She looked up, meeting his eyes, and he smiled coyly at her before winking. She hung in the air for an instant after he dropped the lines, but he was soon rewarded with a splash. She came up, sputtering and shivering, wet strands of hair running across her face. Rig couldn't help but laugh, letting a hysterical boom rip across the cavern. He bent over for a moment, peals of laughter continuing to escape, as she muttered threats and abuse. As she shook her head, some of the freezing water hit Rig, but his bracers kept him comfortable. "Oh, come now Corette. I was just thinking you might want to wash up a little! We can't both be covered in glowing fungus for the whole trip." Despite his words, he was amused to note that some of the purple fungus had remained even after her quick dip. Ah, well. It can be a scout leader symbol. She doesn't look half bad like that, he thought to himself. @ZincAboutIt

Rig heard the voice echo down towards him through the shaft. "The water's fine!" he lied, only half looking forwards to being the warmest one on the team. "Allri, you ready? Lets get him down!" @I Rashek

Rig watched as Allri dropped a handful of coins over the edge. He was about to chastise her for the waste of coins before he remembered that as a mistborn, she could recall them at will. That'll take some getting used to, he thought. He nodded his thanks to the mistborn for her advice on what was at the bottom; without tin, he'd be blind down there, and knowing there was water could be handy. Rig nodded once, thoughtful. "I can do it. Allri, all you'd have to do is haul upwards--you're lighter than everyone else here. Leave the detail work to me at the bottom." With that, he pulled out a new vial of steel and downed it. He twisted once , hands over his head, flaring his suit's mistcloak, which was now speckled with both blue and purple glow-fungus. He turned around to face the group, grinned, and stepped back into nothingness. The wind rushed around his face for a moment as he spun backwards in the darkness. It was his favorite part of being a coinshot; the rush of adrenaline as you flew through the winds, propelled by the grace of skill and allomancy. He closed his eyes, relying on a lifetime of practice to determine which way was down, and singled out the blue lines shooting out towards the fallen coins. He seized a few and began pushing lightly, using only a fraction of his weight. He slowly incremented the force as he dropped, eventually slowing to a near-stop only a few feet above the water. He dropped lower yet, before shoving outwards to anchor himself just above the water. It was clear, and barely more than a foot deep here; turning on his headlamp let him pick out the sheen of the coin underneath him. Rig sighed unhappily before dropping himself the remainder of the way, flexing his knees before he hit the water to absorb the shock. It was freezing, but a quick tap on his brassminds fixed that. "Alright," he called up, the sound echoing upwards through the chasm. "Come on down!" @ZincAboutIt @I Rashek @Rushu42 @everyone else there

Rig didn't miss the way Corette's eyes flickered between their weapons, nor the suggestion implicit in her look. Killing Eos was probably the cleanest way to handle this, but for now they had better things to do. He grinned slightly at the way Cor ordered him to follow; not many were so willing to tell him what to do. "Yes ma'am," he said, speaking in his best Roughs accent. He was grateful for the kerchief, and took it to his mouth before following the group over to the dark drop where Sarah stood. The walls of the shaft sloped away into the darkness, eventually disappearing into a mess of incomprehensible grey. Rig walked straight to the edge and looked down, not bothered by the steep drop below. The fear of heights was one of the first he had conquered, in the months after his snapping. Rig grinned to himself, looking sideways at the rope slung around Sarah's waist. Well, that was one way to get down. He flicked his coin into the air, watching as the lights from their headlamps shone off of the madly spinning metal. It dropped past his feet into the darkness, and he turned on his steel to watch it fall further and further. Eventually it stopped, the blue line thin and wavering far below them. He turned to Sarah and the rest of the group, who seemed to be prepping to send her down. "It's a long way down," he advised them, voice muffled by the kerchief. "I can head in first, call up afterwards. Make sure you have some sort of metal on your person--if something goes wrong, I'll try to cushion the fall for you." He raised an eyebrow at Corette, waiting for the go ahead. She could take care of herself, but he wasn't about to jump off, leaving her alone with the new Epic, without making sure she could handle the group. @Rushu42 @ZincAboutIt

Rig cocked his head to the side, considering what Corette had said. It made sense--the clothing the woman wore wasn't what a person would usually wear to venture into the caves, and she seemed disoriented in much the same way as he had been upon first entering the caves. He lowered his hand and slipped all but one of the coins back into his pocket, satisfied by the soft clink they made against one another as they settled. He met Corette's eyes, asking a silent question. What now? They hadn't planned on running into anyone but the original expedition down here; should they turn back and present Stancel with the new girl, or press on with a new recruit? "Alright, Epic." Rig started. "What do we call you? I'm Rigex." He kept his tone cool and professional; he wasn't sure exactly what epics were or what they could do, but judging by Althea and Corette's reactions they weren't to be easily trusted. Of course, no one really was. He looked over at Althea more closely; it seemed she had taken on something of a leadership role among the rest of the scouts. He would have to keep an eye on her. @ZincAboutIt @Invocation

Rig stood abruptly as light erupted from the woman's hands. His hand dipped to his waist reflexively, grabbing for his cane. Corette had called her an Epic; that was the same as Karin, wasn't it? He changed his hand's course, instead swooping to grab the coins he had used to move Allri. "We certainly didn't kidnap you," he started, curious as to why she might think that. "And seeing as there's more of us than you, maybe you ought to introduce yourself first?" Rig kept his tone nice and friendly, even going so far as to give the pale woman a smile, but began burning steel. He had been wrong about his safety in these caves twice, now; it wouldn't happen again. As he waited for a response he yanked the tubes from his nostrils and proffered the device to Corette; they were away from the spores for now, at least. @Invocation @ZincAboutIt @Sorana

Rig tried to let himself get carried away by the slow pulsing of the caves, to go back to sleep, to rest. Corette, however, was having none of it. She dragged him about the room, never letting him get comfortable, ignoring his muttered complaints. Eventually, she hopped up onto a stubby little stump of a stalagmite. Awwe, I bet she feels tall up there, he thought with a lazy grin. She shoved something towards his face, and swatted his arm away when he tried to stop him. So urgent, Cor. She jammed something up his nose, and then leaned back, satisfied. Clarity flooded his mind as oxygen raced down his throat, thrusting him into reality. "Better. I guess not such a safe spot after all." Rig picked up the tank connecting the tubes to his nose and walked over to Allri, who was watched over by the rest of the party. He grabbed the smaller mistborn by the shoulders and stood her sleeping form up before taking out a handful of coins and placing them on her back. He pushed lightly on them with steel while holder her upright, shoving them towards the exit. Eventually, they reached the tunnels outside of the glowing cavern. That done, he turned to the rest of the party. Althea had brought a new woman out of the cave: one of the original expedition, maybe? He kneeled down, peering intensely at the pale face laying on the ground. "Do we know who she is?" he asked, glancing around at the faces of the scouts. @ZincAboutIt @Sorana @Rushu42 @Lord Furret @I Rashek

If I'm not mistaken skill with investiture costs something, it's just not listed. I think Rig had a 10 point cost for skill with steel? So maybe something like that. Also the spike should probably cost a bit more than the fabrial just because it can't be stolen/damaged. Not one of the mods though so feel free to disregard this

Rig sat around a war table in elendel, debating with the lord Ruler, aloomancer Jak, and his long-dead grandmother. He wasn't sure what they were arguing about, but he was confident he was winning. His grandmother turned to him, her gaze as warm as the terris peaks. "Wake up," she told him. Well, that was something he had no intention to do. He rather liked sleep. "Grandmother, age has apparently addled your brains. Why ever would I want t-" "Rig, wake up," she said more forcefully. "Grandmother! I am not-" He was cut off again as his world tipped sideways and he landed with a crash. He opened bleary eyes, tearing through the fog of sleep as adrenaline rushed through his veins. He heard voices-was that...Corette? The urge to sleep hit him again, stronger than ever. He fought through it and stood slowly, noticing a throbbing centered on his skull. The pain helped cut through his tiredness, and he saw the rest of the group gathered near the edge of the cave. "What's wrong, Cor," he asked groggily. "I was sleeping so well!" @ZincAboutIt

"Mmmm, deal," Rig muttered, contemplating the weights that someone had apparently strapped to his eyelids. He placed a hand against one of the columns and shifted his weight, watching as Corette drew herself backwards like a gymnast. She eased the stress from her posture for a moment before performing a movement that looked hospitalizing to Rig, and finally took a moment to free up her hair. Rig idly brushed some of his own hair back, inadvertently leaving a streak of glowing purple running along his scalp next to the light blue already taking up residence above him. Rig put away his pistol--there was no need for it here, it seemed--and performed a far less impressive stretch himself. The lights in the cavern seemed to be pulsing more slowly, now, sending purple lights flashing across Corette's face. The light washed over them like a comforting wave, stripping away much of the suspicion and wariness both of them carried, leaving languid contented exhaustion in it's wake. It was the tiredness of a good day's work, when you had done everything that needed doing and now it was time to rest. It was a satisfied tiredness, telling Rig it was okay; it was time to rest. Rig turned, placing his lower back against the column, all thoughts for his suit's tassels safety gone. He let out a long sigh, and allowed his eyes to shut briefly. The others would be here soon, he thought; in the meantime, he would take a moment to recuperate. @ZincAboutIt @Rushu42 @I Rashek @Sorana @everyone else in the scouts

Rig grinned, looking down at the top of Corettes head. He couldn't see her face, but if he had to guess she was looking rather jealous right now. She pulled out that wicked looking knife and crept around the corner, cautious despite the lack of investiture around the corner. Rig pulled out his pistol and readied his cane--he would not be getting any more fungus on himself. A man had do defend his appearance, after all; it wouldn't do for a Lekal to parade around glowing brighter than a streetlamp. Pausing at the corner for a moment, Rig began storing heat. The cold brought with it clarity, and he felt himself perk up a bit as blue lines started to crisscross his vision, pointing out various sources of metal. The lines pointing into the next cavern were static, save for the moving of Corettes knife and equipment. Rig nodded, satisfied, and strutted around the corner, cane held steady. A slight breath escaped his lips as his eyes raked over the cavern, and he faltered for a brief moment as he took it all in. The cavern was smaller than keep Venture had been, but what it lacked in grandeur it made up for in sheer...uniqueness. Hundreds of thin stalactites hung like icicles of stone from the ceiling, sometimes forming columns throughout the room with their brethren reaching up from the ground. Around their bases stood cities of massive mushrooms, many larger even than a man's head and reaching higher than Rig's shins. They gathered together in clusters, the largest at the center, while smaller ones circled the stalactites, reaching higher and higher until only minuscule caps bravely stood alone near the peaks of the stone mountains. Lines of glowing purple fungus radiated outwards from the mushroom cities, connecting them like roadways, with offshoots heading out in all directions like the capillaries of the caves themselves. These were responsible for the soft glow of violet light that permeated the cavern, casting an enticing glow about the room. As Rig began walking through the cavern, he noted the patterns these purplish lines created. Strange geometric patterns circled some patches, while others were encircled by twisting indigo lights reminding him of whirling waters. Still others followed no patterns, simply covering a great deal of space, but these pulsed hypnotically, seeming to pull Rig inwards with their light. The air was still in this room, though small particles floated about, catching the light as they drifted around. "I rather like this one, Cor," he said as he finally made his way over to her. He was careful not to disturb the mushrooms; it was difficult, as his legs were reacting a bit sluggishly. He stifled a yawn as he finally reached her. She was looking dreamily about the cavern, apparently as caught up in the exotic beauty of it as he had been. "Maybe we should rest here for a bit." @ZincAboutIt

Rusts, Corette. You've seen things, havn't you? Rig himself came from a life of luxury, parties and afternoon teas. He was surprised, then, that despite the differences in their youths he still sensed a kinship with the woman. They had both become hardened, one way or another. And they both wanted-no, craved more. That much he could read in the ice that had crept into her eyes as she spoke, despite the friendly tone she kept up as she spoke. It was an ice that froze the smile halfway up her face, the kind you cultivated and kept handy when you lived a certain kind of life. He knew his own lie just below the surface, kept at bay with the warmth from his bracers. This woman is dangerous, Rig, he thought to himself. Ambitious, skilled, practical. Dangerous. That was what he liked most about her. He squeezed between a pair of stalagmites in his way, rising like twin spikes thrusting out of the earth below them. They were drawing close to the light, now, and the purple glow better illuminated their surroundings. Some of the crystal growths sprouting like seedlings seemed to hide the purple light within them, letting it bounce around for some time before casting it out in odd geometric patterns which sprayed the walls like some alien text. Well, Rig wouldn't argue with that. "Infinitely better, I would think. After all, I am rather incredible company," he replied with a grin. Her coldness seemed to slip away after the story was finished, and the same boundless energy as before returned to her. Her step picked up, and as they walked around a large column of stalactites her hair slipped out from behind her hair despite her efforts to keep it there. They drew closer to the strange glow coming from the cavern entrance and Rig pulled to a stop, drawing himself tall and pulling out his dueling cane. It never hurt to be careful, and the worm had dispelled his thoughts of these caverns being safe. "Speaking of company, you sense anything coming from up ahead? I'd rather not get eaten in front of a lady." @ZincAboutIt

Corette certainly seemed in control of her fear, if she embraced it as much as she told him. It made sense, in a way; fear had no power over someone who welcomed it. Rig, however, had always preferred to find his fears and beat them senseless, facing them time and time again until they meant nothing to him. Eventually they died, taking another bit of weakness out of Rig and leaving what was left that much stronger. Aren't we quite the pair, he thought to himself as he met her eyes. They glinted with adventure and desire, reminding him of the fire he stored in the metal on his arms and neck. So it was a trade she wanted? Stories for stories? Well, Rig was wealthy in that regard. He could pay. "You're right; I don't mind talking about myself. That's only because I'm so much more interesting than everyone else, though," he started, letting his tone drop to a conspiratorial whisper. "I've always had quite the penchant for regaling others, after all." Rig thought for a moment, looking through his mind at the events of the last few years. Backroom politics, blackmail, covert spying operations, all of it was interesting in it's own right; he had lived quite the life for a noble not quite halfway into his third decade. "I spent some time working directly under Lord Lekal himself, as a bodyguard," he began, pulling out a coin and fiddling with it as he spoke. It was an old habit; it let him think more clearly, practically placing him back in the rich rooms of a house Lord instead of the dripping forest of stalactites they wandered in. "One night, we had a short crew--me, a thug named Bort, and a couple of regular men disguised as servants--all stationed out front. What I didn't know, of course, was that those Erikeller bastards had bribed the other men on duty..." He went on to describe in great detail his heroics in defeating the other men, saving the lord and lady of his house to be rewarded with an impressive promotion. Rig paid no mind to how many times he said he ran out of coins or how many unrealistic flips he had done during the fight; the story didn't really change, just some of the specifics. Corette had asked for a tall tale, after all. "It was a little while later I mistook Lord Lekal for a kandra, but before you hear that one, it's your turn," Rig told her, looking her square in the eye. One side of his mouth tilted upwards in time with his eyebrow, and he waited for a reaction from his scouting partner. @ZincAboutIt

Or more...the words echoed in Rig's mind, tantalizingly vague. If that was what this city was, perhaps coming here was no accident. He had spent his life rising high in the Lekal house, manipulating his way through the ranks of nobles to get what he wanted. It was what he lived for; the thrill of beating others, the danger of the games. And it sounded like here, the rewards for winning were impressive indeed. The passage twisted and turned as they walked, as though following the path of a man with far too much whiskey in his head. Lights shone behind the pair, coming from the headlamps of the group following them, sending shadows dancing out in front of he and Corette. She moved lithely, navigating the rocky terrain without difficulty. There was a predatory grace to her, a confidence, as though she burned pewter in addition to her bronze. He faced her as they walked, smiling as he saw the lights behind them move across her face like something living. "So, a seeker twinborn who stabs giant worms without fear. You must have some story, Corette." He didn't say more, but left the question hanging in the air. What was her story? Everyone had one, but he knew many didn't like to talk about them. Corette seemed the type to have some good ones.