Bad Moon Rising (Invite, Renown)

A sigh of pure relief quickly leaves Kvasir as soon as the city guards finally pour into the temple-- goodness, could they have been any later?--, quick to dive in and assess the damage, moving to calm the fretful civilians still clustered toward the back, offering comfort and answers and what little else they could. He watches with mild interest as several of the guards gather around the disarmed bandit, including a severe-faced, redheaded woman he can only assume is of some high rank, before he turns back to his companion, surprised to find he's already healed himself up, the only remnants of his injuries manifesting in the tears of his clothing.

Kvasir blinks, briefly, at the way the man extends his hand.

Oh, right. They had never been given the opportunity to learn each other's names amidst the chaos.

"Ah, right," he starts, a sheepish chuckle leaving him as he looks at Ray's hand, offering a bit of a frayed smile in turn. It's genuine, sincere, his contentment with properly speaking with a newfound friend clear, but the adrenaline of moments before is only just now beginning to fade. All Kvasir can do is hope that Ray doesn't get the wrong impression based on all of these lingering vestiges of unease-- it's hard to act so calm after only narrowly escaping what might have been severe cerebral damage, depending on that particular bandit's mood. "Lovely to meet you, Ray-- my name is Kvasir Sigurros. It's always great to meet a fellow healer, though I'm hardly of such equal standing-- just a doctor. I'm more acquainted with herbs and flowers than divinity."

The right kind of divinity, at least-- that thought hangs a bit bitterly on his tongue, even as he slips his hand into Ray's and gives it a firm, polite shake, glancing around them to observe the aftermath of the chaos. He pauses, briefly, at the sight of one of the guards leaving the lead bandit's vicinity, a dire look on her face as she strides over toward the two of them, eyes clear with conviction, with purpose.

"Pardon me," she says calmly, expression set so firmly it nearly matches the steely make of her armor. "You two... were the ones who came to the Temple's defense. We've obtained some further information regarding this group of bandits, their intentions, and allegiances; they all align beneath the banner of the Clasp. You have done enough, and have every right to refuse, but... if we may be so bold, we wish to ask your continued assistance."

Huh. Well, he can't say that was entirely unexpected.

"Well then, Ray," Kvasir hums quietly, withdrawing his hand and tapping his fingertips against his arm. "We're in deep enough with this lot-- what do you say to finishing what we've unintentionally started?"