@singinghands || cont.
The journey here had been a longer one, and despite his guild's orders to gather information as quickly as possible and report back, Seth had elected to linger even if for a night or two. Besides, they couldn't truly begrudge him that, could they? Sniffing out the village's most popular tavern and finding himself a vacant table was one of the faster ways to gather information, after all. Especially once the staff and patrons realized he wasn't able to repeat anything he heard.
Out loud, at least. Thanks to that the background murmur of conversation continued around the silent island his table had become. All the better, in his opinion, as it gave him the chance to relax after the difficulty it took to get here in the first place.
Footsteps approaching said table, however, were out of the ordinary enough that Seth pulls himself away from his idle people watching in order to see just who had decided that his mostly-empty seating arrangement was the place to settle themselves.
Faces he didn't recognize, though the druid looks unsurprised. Setting his mug down, the beer inside barely touched and primarily there for show to avoid getting drunk while on the job (so to speak), he gestures at the empty chairs in a clear help yourself motion. 'I am, though I am not sure just how much help I could be.'
Wondering if either of them would even understand what he was saying, he leans forward in his seat and rests his weight on the table afterward. The posture is more one of unaffected relaxation than attentiveness, though he's certainly still both.
Catching sight of the odd look on the older looking noble's face, Seth's own expression is one of concerned curiosity. 'Is your companion doing well?'
Martin frowned at the hand movements, recognizing them as sign language but most of the words escaped him. The sign he knew was several hundred years out of date. Stumbling over himself verbally he said, “Ah... that might be an issue... I’m afraid I’m not entirely familiar with your... uh... dialect. I only caught-”
Allen interrupted him with a elbow to the side, “Wait, I think I have something for this.”
Pulling forward a small satchel he had at his side, Allen shifted to be standing mostly behind Martin and tried to make it look accidental while he dug into the bag. Martin for his part gave Seth an apologetic look and tried to be distracting, “Written word might be an option if Allen doesn’t find what he’s looking for?”
Being fairly over dramatic about his search Allen began muttering to himself, attempting to use it as cover for his spell, “I know its here somewhere-” he muttered the arcane words under his breath, making the hand motions inside the bag, casting Comprehend Languages “-Ah! Here it is!”
He pulled out a pair of reading glasses with an exaggerated flourish. Showing the perfectly ordinary pair of reading glasses off to Seth like one might a prized trophy, Allen explained, “They were a gift from a young witch,” he attempted a suggestive expression and made his illusion blush, “After a rather lovely evening she gave me this as a parting gift. They should, if memory serves, act as a translation device! Most wonderful certainly!”
Cringing at Allen’s over acting, Martin resisted the urge to bury his face into his hands. This was going to be a long night. Putting the glasses on, Allen looked at Seth hopefully, and with genuine curiosity, having never tried this spell on sign language before and not entirely certain it would work.
