Guardians of the Moonwhisper Heir
(Inactive) Game Master
Luminiere Solas
The Baron Maximillian Moonwhisper's Neice has lived through a cursed birth, and because of her shadow tainted curse, cultists of Lamashtu desire to sacrifice the young girl and spread madness over Golarion.
UU smiles at the young woman but keeps an eye on the crowd, "Unless your Uncle is a close friend of Lamashtu... why not? Its gotta be safer than standing here."
What do you think guys - diamond formation around the Lady and push through the crowd as necessary if we can't find a way around?
Bear shakes his head in mock disbelief as he puts away his trusty bourbon flask, the warmth chasing away some of the day's chill, "Poor Udaya. Always havin' a hard time trustin' folk. Well, present company excluded, of course." He mirrors Udaya's demeanor, a strange mix of casual humor and constant wariness, "Plus, my bourbon's runnin' out. Ms. Moonwhisper, you think Ole' Max still has some of the good stuff?"
As is often the case, Bear seems to act on Udaya's thoughts, taking point as they push their way through the dreary, crowded market. He casts his blue eyes back over his companions once again, shaking his head as he pushes his bowler hat lower on his head, This certainly is one ragged, mixed crew. The swindler's cries about lucky charms brings him back out of his reverie, and a look of mixed confusion and amusement crosses his big, plain face as he mutters to no one in particular, "… now why does that make me hungry?"
the young lady smiles thank you! . her curse spontaneously manifests again, seeming to make her feel very ill. her excellency was rather feverish, but she wanted to press on anyway. even though it would be bad for her health. a typical manifestation for her.
Milos, mildly uncomfortable in the crowd, falls in behind the rest of the group, anxiously scanning the crowd for any eyes or attention turned their way.
there are random people just staring at the group with fascination. but they are appearantly harmless.
the swindler selling lucky charms gestures towards the groups direction. Ay! come over here! I'll cut you a special deal!
Salis Clement(Male Human Sorcerer (Seeker Crossblooded (Umbral/Sage))
Accustomed to being stared at Salis didn't bother with returning the looks -- his training told him to simply ignore the crowd and concentrate on the task at hand spreading his hand so that each finger pointed to one of his companions he barely whispered knowing the magic would carry his voice to their ears (message spell, cast before arriving in the city), "The only issue I have is the fact that everyone knows we are here again -- it would be better if we could travel to the Baron's house without being well seen. We could use a diversion."
Turning toward the persistent Swindler Salis was wearing his holy symbol of Shelyn, "Oh thank you good sir, but the Goddess provides us with all the protection we need. Have a nice day sir."
Having spoken Salis turns away avoiding face to face contact again and trying to move the group ahead quickly.
