Shadekas nodded, his face a mask, though inside he was relieved. The kelvic would have been hard pressed to avoid certain people even now if they were looking for him. "Good. Will you follow me?" Shade said, checking both horses in the stable quickly, forking them over some hay, and then leading Solaris into The Blinding Light proper. They used the side entrance that lead up to the living quarters above the jewelcrafting studio. They passed through a simple common room that had a hearth and several couches, a table, and a large bank of windows overlooking the courtyard below. He passed into the other room, a small kitchen, and rummaged to see what there was to eat.
Pulling a large bowl down from the cupboard, Shadekas ladled some leftover stew that was still warming by the fire into a bowl and handed it to Solaris along with a heel from a fresh baked loaf of bread. "Have a seat and I'll go find you something better to wear." Shadekas said, showing him to a table pushed up against the wall in the kitchen. The Monk departed briefly walking down a long hallway and opening one of the doors. His room wasn't spacious though it was bigger than his quarters at The Tempered Anvil. Shade walked in, opened a big chest at the foot of a full sized bed, and rummaged through it. He pulled forth a deep blue nightshirt.
He walked slowly back down the hall, laying the shirt next to Solaris on the table. Then he took a seat, settling across from Solaris. "There's several things we'll need to do, though most will have to wait until the morning. First thing tomorrow, we need to get you your own clothing. Then, we need to get you registered for a citizen so we can get you food delivered. That man was starving you because he didn't have rations for you. Here we pool our food sometimes and it gives us extra, which is why you can eat. Then you'll need to tell me everything you know about the guy with that nasty leash. Once I know enough about him, we're going to go make sure he doesn't stay in town. I hope to Xannos he lives here in the Western Quarter. That would make things a whole lot easier." Shadekas planned out loud, drumming his fingers on the table and looking a little irritated at the whole thing.
When Solaris was done eating, Shade leaned back and said quietly. "Start talking. Tell me everything you know about that man, Solaris. Please." He added, his tone deadly serious.
Pulling a large bowl down from the cupboard, Shadekas ladled some leftover stew that was still warming by the fire into a bowl and handed it to Solaris along with a heel from a fresh baked loaf of bread. "Have a seat and I'll go find you something better to wear." Shadekas said, showing him to a table pushed up against the wall in the kitchen. The Monk departed briefly walking down a long hallway and opening one of the doors. His room wasn't spacious though it was bigger than his quarters at The Tempered Anvil. Shade walked in, opened a big chest at the foot of a full sized bed, and rummaged through it. He pulled forth a deep blue nightshirt.
He walked slowly back down the hall, laying the shirt next to Solaris on the table. Then he took a seat, settling across from Solaris. "There's several things we'll need to do, though most will have to wait until the morning. First thing tomorrow, we need to get you your own clothing. Then, we need to get you registered for a citizen so we can get you food delivered. That man was starving you because he didn't have rations for you. Here we pool our food sometimes and it gives us extra, which is why you can eat. Then you'll need to tell me everything you know about the guy with that nasty leash. Once I know enough about him, we're going to go make sure he doesn't stay in town. I hope to Xannos he lives here in the Western Quarter. That would make things a whole lot easier." Shadekas planned out loud, drumming his fingers on the table and looking a little irritated at the whole thing.
When Solaris was done eating, Shade leaned back and said quietly. "Start talking. Tell me everything you know about that man, Solaris. Please." He added, his tone deadly serious.