Daeron Gwadestael |
Prudence calls for us to at least secure shelter for the night as its coming is inevitable. A suggestion is we seek a stone roof over our heads for tonight with solid walls and before us is such an opportunity. At any rate it I would allow myself to approach yon tower and make inquiries.
Daeron moves off his mount, clearly happy to have his legs on the ground again and stretches around.
Hungry Voodoo |
Seeing your uncertainty, the man waves and crosses the bridge. Behind him in the doorway of the tower you spot a pair of small children that are quickly ushered back inside. Upon reaching your side of the quick flowing river, the man stops and bows, "Greetings, travelers. I am Abid Shabha. You are welcome to rest here. I have some goats for sale should you like fresh meat."
Hungry Voodoo |
The man returns to talk while your goat roasts. "I assure you this goat will be worth every copper grain. A meal fit for lords!"
"We do not get much company here. I assume you travel into the mountains. It is very, very dangerous. You would be wise to consider the dangers. Think well before you travel beyond the river. What could possibly be worth such risk?"
Daeron Gwadestael |
I would presume you would know much of the surrounding geography. Otherwise our reasons to venture beyond the river is much as any soul's dream, fame and forture. May you tell what else lies nearby?
Daeron speaks casually whilst observing the surroundings for anything amiss.
Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13
Hungry Voodoo |
Abid scratches the side of his sizable nose, "Fame? Fortune? I don't care so much about fame, but fortune, eh? I do know the area and the dangers found beyond the reach of the Severed Paw. My family has lived in these mountains for generations. My grandfather dwelt in the upper halls of Zolurket itself. We sold items we found before the gnolls took it from us."
"Are you interested in the way to the Dark Death. A cunning guide could show you the secret paths hidden from the Spotted Hide matriarchs. A cunning guide such as myself, say for the small price of 10 gold scarabs each day? A bargain at only half the price of your dinner, huh?" the thin man laughs.
Tararr Trollspiltter |
"How is it he has been protected from the gnolls in these mountains. It ain't like he lives in the least noticable place out here. Probably in league with the devils is what I say. Proabably trying to fatten us up for them mangie bastards."
Hungry Voodoo |
"Oh, you are most generous, but please enjoy your meal. I have already eaten with my family. I will enjoy your fire and your company." So saying Abid squats by the fire smiling expectantly.
Chitleen cannot properly inspect the shield while it is in use, but it appears to be dwarven and of proper antiquity though changes in dwarven fashion are usually measured in millennia.
Tararr Trollspiltter |
Eyeing the obviously dwarven shield, Tararr becomes angry that a human is now using a piece of his people's history as a serving platter. No doubt rest in his mind its owner has been tarnished in the halls of Torag. "Where did you get that shield!", Tararr roars his eyes looking slightly wild with anger. "Manling, there are few things which bring me more disdain than those who would defile dwarven graves. You'd be wise to answer with haste.". An icy coolness in suddenly comes over Tararr as his eyes narrow and it seems as he is measuring up the distance between himself and the human.
Hungry Voodoo |
Abid looks alarmed, "Be not offended noble dwarf, it was not stolen from any grave. It was left in the abandoned armories of Zolurket. Is that not where you are bound? Tell me dwarf, is it better such a fine piece of workmanship rust away unused in some storeroom or be put to a practical purpose?"
"Believe me, the desert dwarves would not want it. They believe anything from those lost halls is cursed, so why should we not save such useful and beautiful items and put them to use again?"
Chitleen Shudra |
Ignoring the tension, Chitleen calmly asks "And how does one who is adroit enough to plumb the depths of Zolurket retire to sell roast goat and his services as guide? Surely if you were truly able to penetrate into the mine, then you wealth would exceed such common goals?"
Hungry Voodoo |
Abid smiles sadly, "Ah, as I told you- In my grandfather's day we often scavenged from the uppermost levels, but that was before the gnolls. This shield is an heirloom. Now I would not brave such hazards and I have my family to think about, but a little extra income merely to show you the way, well that is acceptable."
Daeron Gwadestael |
I would not be too proud to decline such an offer, as also to further use your facilities in the future should our forays prove less than lethal. State your terms while under our employment and we should have no quarrel in the future should you act as our guide.
Tararr Trollspiltter |
This dude is lucky we are not playing Warhammer, lol.
Trying to contain the urge to hack the man's head off, Tararr attempts to see some logic in his words. Stepping back, he merely mumbles under his breath.
Hungry Voodoo |
Abid turns to the elven wizard and strokes his neatly trimmed beard. "Ten scarabs a day for my services for each day it takes to reach Zolurket and a like fee for my return trip, you shall provide provisions each way. I could hunt, but it will take longer. Also I trust that you will defend me from any threats we meet along the way. If I am killed you must pledge to pay my family 100 gold pieces for the loss."
Tararr Trollspiltter |
"That is a mighty steep price, human." Turning to Surak, Tararr growls,"Unnecessary?". "Are you not a servant of the lord of vengenance? Have you spent so much time amongst the humans that you have taken their lot as your own and forgotten the trials of your own kind? Here we stand before a man using a cousins mighty shield for a platter disgracing his memory all the more while trying wring every last piece of gold from our coffers and you will accuse me of seeking out reperations for what is not there!?!"
Turning back to the man, Tararr is no longer happy with idle chit chat with desert vagabond. Snatching the man's collar up in one hand and letting his axe slide into position in the other, Tararr pulls Abid's face right up to his own,"Listen now thief and listen good. I promise 'hat I'll kill you and yer whole family an' anyone I meet who knows yer family's name, if you try to rob us one more time. You done got all the gold from dwarven hands y're to ever see. Lead us astray an' I kill ya. You don't take us and we run into some gnolls an' I kill ya. Lead us into some gnolls an' I kill you smash yer kids heads in with that shield right there.", he finishes giving Abid a shove as he does so.
Hungry Voodoo |
Abid gathers himself as he straightens his thawb. He regards Tararr coldly, "I would ask you not to touch me again and not to threaten my family. I have misjudged your mission if you are at some other purpose than to recover the treasures of Zolurket. The shield was only meant to show the truth of my claim to know the place. At this moment I do not know that all of your gold would be enough for my services."
Tararr Trollspiltter |
"I've said what I have to say. Do not take me lightly, weak one. I'll be remindin' ya that it is not my hands that you should be worried about, nor have made anything but promises to ya. Say one more thing an' it is gonna be yer last."
Chitleen Shudra |
"You do have a certain way of making friends sahib..." standing from where he sat before moving in Abid's wake.
Arms wide, Chitleen approaches the tower, calling out clearly "Abid, I seek only to pay for your goat..." non-threateningly standing well clear of the tower's entrance and awaiting some sign before making any attempt to approach closer.
Daeron Gwadestael |
Daeron looks at Tarrar, somewhat satiated with morsels of mutton, but he reserves some pity for the old man to have been rebuked so.
I am sure the old man meant no harm or he knew little of what dwarven custom regarding shields and mutton. Perhaps if the shield was used as a prominent showpiece would it mean any different?
Sighing the elf continues.
Being so far from civilization and in unfamiliar ground, perhaps we should wait to discover enemies instead of converting one.
Tararr Trollspiltter |
"It matters not, elf. That manling is no doubt in league with them devils in some way or another, I'm sure of it. How else would the old fool make it without the aid of more of his kind? A thief is a thief. Anything in those mines is dwarven by rights. Do you like being led to yer end and robbed before it happens on top of it?"
Chitleen Shudra |
Approaching the man Chitleen holds clasped hands before him. Speaking simply he opens his right that has three pieces of gold "For the goat" then the second which has another seventeen pieces "For the words" clearly showing at least some personal contrition at the barbarous conduct of his fellow traveler.
Chitleen waits for just long enough for Abid to take the gold before giving a shallow bow "Good night sahib" and turning to walk back to his companions.
Daeron Gwadestael |
Skill and tenacity may also a reason on why he survived, not to mention that he said it was passed down from his fore fathers. The wrong you perceive today may not be of his own doing, rather those of his predecessors. Somewhat unfair to be placed upon him where years of his life is sensed by the days and weeks passed rather that the tenfold of years that our races do.
Daeron glances at the pack animals, before he starts to move towards a sheltered position.
Night and its inky blackness. It would be appropriate to retire here till dawn.
Daeron fishes out his curled up familiar, instructing him to hang around camp and do some night time hunting for its own sake, before flinging him into the air.
Chitleen Shudra |
Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (15) + 10 = 25 Right on the money with the +1 trait to sight based!
Eyes and mind darkening in thoughts as he sees the forms leave the tower - he moves to wake the others in turn... quietly. Once all are awakened he relates "It would appear that Tararr's doubts have some founding after all - I have seen twin shadows on wings of leather fly from the tower." letting that sink in a moment as he fishes in his satchel for his tinctures "I am for plumbing the depths of the tower while they are gone... and you?"