She turns back to Nighttail, "Feeling better?"
Nighttail pulls out first the few arrows still in her then a wand. "Much."
She makes a low whistling sound of contemplation. "So... what now?"
She gestures down the tunnel where Faf is keeping the former prisoners safe, then to the decimated body of Roaghaz and his inner guard. "I mean, you've got back your humans, you've killed the insane leader," she pauses, her bright eyes crinkling down, "You've also killed a disciple from a distant-but-not-incredibly-distant tribe. Who was a b@$$@ and I won't hold it against you but we will have to deal with the repercussions of that."
"But where does that leave my Blood Vow and your human town? Truce? Or are they going to send more people here until we are forced to move the eggs?"
Sigrit absently scritches behind Medge's ears as she listens to Nighttail. "We are empowered to negotiate a truce with the Blood Vow tribe on behalf of the human town and the Baroness. If we can reach an agreement, there should be no further hostilities. The humans want the kobolds to stay away from the town and its people. No raiding. No blowing up towers. No taking slaves. Future agreements can only be made with the Baroness or her heirs; no making bargains with disgruntled wizards or other townfolk. You will have to inform us what terms the kobolds wish to include in the truce." She looks to her companions, giving them opportunity to add or clarify her statement.
"If you want help in dealing with the repercussions of killing the priestess... well, I see as I have responsibility there. Also, I should inform you that Sesserak and some of her warriors surrendered to us, and may still be in the area--should you wish to seek them out."
"The town sent us because it thought it had to," Farmer says helpfully. "No tower collapse, no us."
Pasara nods at Sigrit's summation. "I agree that we bear some responsibility for the fallout of killing the priestess. I'm willing to help out if I can."
She does not add that she's partially offering in hopes of more Hak scritches and nuzzling.
Willem offers no words to Nighttail, neither promise nor treaty. He instead walks to the back of the column, absently reloading his firearm as he does after every combat. To Bophre Malak he says, "Miss Malak, I believe your mother has waited quite long enough for your return. The situation resolved, I feel it is time that I escort you home."
Akatsuki flashes a sunny, but compassionate smile to the former prisoners, "It is time to get you all home." and back to Nighttail, just a little more seriously, "Out of curiosity and just in case it becomes pertinent, where is the Hangtooth's Lair located?"
"Books to be read, shinies to be obtained. I go where I must." Bakuu sheathes her sword and looks to Akatsuki. "অবশ্যই এটা প্রাসঙ্গিক হয়ে যাবে. আমরা পুঙ্খানুপুঙ্খভাবে তাদের বিরক্ত করেছি!"
"Of course it will become pertinent; we've annoyed them thoroughly!"
Pasara replies to Bakuu, "হয়তো তারা বিরক্ত হয় না এবং খোশমেজাজ আমাদের রঙ্গভঙ্গ নিতে হবে!" It is clear that her tongue is firmly in her cheek as she says this, however.
As she wills her claws back into hands, she looks sheepishly at Sigrit. "Sorry about your cheek, Mother."
"No harm done. No harm intended, more importantly. At least not to me."
To Bophre Malak he says, "Miss Malak, I believe your mother has waited quite long enough for your return. The situation resolved, I feel it is time that I escort you home."
She turns from watching Nighttail to look at Black Willem, assessing something in his expression. "You likely have the right of it, Master Willem. But the swamp has worse than stirges, and while I've yet to see you miss a shot, any one fighter can be outnumbered. Who will be going with you and Miss Malak?" Her voice is the very essence of calm reasonableness.
"Books to be read, shinies to be obtained. I go where I must." Bakuu sheathes her sword and looks to Akatsuki. "অবশ্যই এটা প্রাসঙ্গিক হয়ে যাবে. আমরা পুঙ্খানুপুঙ্খভাবে তাদের বিরক্ত করেছি!"
Akatsuki eyes her feathered friend with one brow raised and a smile creasing her lips, "আমি যতটা অভিমানী ছিল, আমার বন্ধু, যতটা অভিমানী ছিল." her smile grows broader, almost feral, showing the gleaming white of her teeth.
She turns from watching Nighttail to look at Black Willem, assessing something in his expression. "You likely have the right of it, Master Willem. But the swamp has worse than stirges, and while I've yet to see you miss a shot, any one fighter can be outnumbered. Who will be going with you and Miss Malak?" Her voice is the very essence of calm reasonableness.
"If it was just Miss Malak here, it would likely be fastest for myself and perhaps Pasara to ride back. If the rest of you are looking to do something other than return to town, I suppose we and Faf could get the townsfolk back then ride to meet you again?"
Willem sighs. "We're creating a problem where none exists. Finish your treaty with the scaled heathen, and we'll return to the town en masse, and let any denizen of the quagmire tremble at our approach."
A short breath through her nose, followed by a quirk at the corners of her mouth. Akatsuki looks to Sigrit and Nighttail to affirm or revoke what is currently on the table.
Sigrit absently scritches behind Medge's ears as she listens to Nighttail. "We are empowered to negotiate a truce with the Blood Vow tribe on behalf of the human town and the Baroness. If we can reach an agreement, there should be no further hostilities. The humans want the kobolds to stay away from the town and its people. No raiding. No blowing up towers. No taking slaves. Future agreements can only be made with the Baroness or her heirs; no making bargains with disgruntled wizards or other townfolk. You will have to inform us what terms the kobolds wish to include in the truce." She looks to her companions, giving them opportunity to add or clarify her statement.
"If you want help in dealing with the repercussions of killing the priestess... well, I see as I have responsibility there. Also, I should inform you that Sesserak and some of her warriors surrendered to us, and may still be in the area--should you wish to seek them out."
"So a non-aggression pact."
Nighttail shrugs and nods, "I can probably get everyone left to agree to that." A pause, as her eyes move over the dead bodies, "Should. Most likely."
A longer pause, "I'll get you a message if it isn't going to happen when the hierarchy works itself out." A smile, "And I'll get a message to you if there is repercussions from the Hangteeth."
"Out of curiosity and just in case it becomes pertinent, where is the Hangtooth's Lair located?"
"Northwest." Nighttail answers easily. "Past the swamps, where the mountains start. We should have at least a little warning if they come in naturally."
Willem offers no words to Nighttail, neither promise nor treaty. He instead walks to the back of the column, absently reloading his firearm as he does after every combat. To Bophre Malak he says, "Miss Malak, I believe your mother has waited quite long enough for your return. The situation resolved, I feel it is time that I escort you home."
Bophre lowered her hands from her ears when she sees Willem entering the radius of light from the coin Fenyx light for her. Her young face, with eyes far older, brightens with a smile and she hugs the ratfolk. Even though her nose wrinkles in response to the strong sulphuric residue, she follows along in arm's reach of Willem - almost seeming to vibrate in eagerness to leave the dark tunnels.
As everyone prepares to head back to town, Pasara walks up to Hak and Nighttail. Making sure Hak approves, she strokes his flanks. "ফেয়ারওয়েল, আমার ভয়ঙ্কর বন্ধু. নাইটলেঙ্গুড় যত্ন নিন এবং সমস্যায় পড়লে আউট তার রাখা." she says softly to the saurian. "আপনি যা করতে পারেন যদি," she adds, with a teasing grin at Nighttail.
Bophre lowered her hands from her ears when she sees Willem entering the radius of light from the coin Fenyx light for her. Her young face, with eyes far older, brightens with a smile and she hugs the ratfolk. Even though her nose wrinkles in response to the strong sulphuric residue, she follows along in arm's reach of Willem - almost seeming to vibrate in eagerness to leave the dark tunnels.
Willem flinches when Bophre grabs him, thought he quickly relaxes and returns the embrace. As he stays by the girl's side, his reddish eyes narrow, peering into the dark. The pistol is on his belt, one hand resting on the pommel, his claws tapping out a rhythm.
As everyone prepares to head back to town, Pasara walks up to Hak and Nighttail. Making sure Hak approves, she strokes his flanks. "ফেয়ারওয়েল, আমার ভয়ঙ্কর বন্ধু. নাইটলেঙ্গুড় যত্ন নিন এবং সমস্যায় পড়লে আউট তার রাখা." she says softly to the saurian. "আপনি যা করতে পারেন যদি," she adds, with a teasing grin at Nighttail.
A agreement, of sorts, reached, Nighttail helps the group navigate the twisting cramped tunnels back to the surface - although on this trip they can sense more eyes watching (but not hostile intent - mostly).
When everyone is washed in the late afternoon sun, Nighttail chuffs softly at Pasara's comment. "He's the one that charges into trouble." A pause, a roguish grin, "I'm the one that talks myself into it."
Stepping from the tunnels into the light at the bottom of the flooded quarry, Bophre stumbles in Willem, wincing in the daylight after months of living in the darkness of the kobold warren.
The journey back to the little town of Belhaim is slow, with all three of the prisoners in far from top condition, but uneventful. (Although those who know what to look for do see the dessicated body of a deer which indicates the presence of more humungous bloodsuckers.)
As the party clears the trees, they are greeted by a group of Belhaim's villagers (many sensibly armed) with Lady Origena in the lead. As the unusual group is seen clearly the nervous tension is replaced by relief, then by a slowly dawning amazed joy.
From the back of the group, one older man with a long white beard, however, crossly comments, "I don't think we asked them to bring dead back to town."
Bakuu looks around at the group she's come back with. "We left the dead behind us, sir. But to be fair, you didn't tell us not to bring the dead back, either."
"Það er bara ekkert ánægjulegt sumir fólk" mutters Pasara. She looks around nervously, hoping no one heard that.
Bakuu looks around at the group she's come back with. "We left the dead behind us, sir. But to be fair, you didn't tell us not to bring the dead back, either."
"Yeah." The old man grumbles. He looks ready to continue when Lady Origena attempts to stop him with an imperious look. With a dirty look at the Baroness and old man glee lifting the corners of his mouth, " we didn't think we'd have to tell you not to bring back walking undea.."
Lady Origena voice, angry, cuts off the comment that caused Bophre to blink back shocked tears.
When the swamp turns to forest, Willem's hand goes from merely resting on the pommel of his gun to actually holding it.
"Yeah." The old man grumbles. He looks ready to continue when Lady Origena attempts to stop him with an imperious look. With a dirty look at the Baroness and old man glee lifting the corners of his mouth, "But we didn't think we'd have to tell you not to bring back walking undea.."
"NORMAN!" Lady Origena voice, angry, cuts off the comment that caused Bophre to blink back shocked tears.
"We returned with the living," Willem says, deliberately drawing his pistol though not yet pointing it at the old man.
Willem sweeps the assembled townsfolk with his ratty gaze. "Now I am going to return this child to her mother. Any man who obstructs my path better do it with steel, and will be paid in lead."
Willem then begins to escort Bophre to the Malak farm.
"We returned with the living," Willem says, deliberately drawing his pistol though not yet pointing it at the old man.
The old man looks at the inhuman gunslinger with disguist bordering on hatred. However, he turns, moving off from the group, mumbling, "F&+$ing town is going to the Abdar-damned animals. It just isn't right, man bowing down to " His voice lost to the distance and the presence of more people (these ones happy) coming up from the village.
Willem sweeps the assembled townsfolk with his ratty gaze. "Now I am going to return this child to her mother. Any man who obstructs my path better do it with steel, and will be paid in lead."
Willem then begins to escort Bophre to the Malak farm.
Lady Origena's eyes follow Norman's progress for a moment before she turns back to the group with a conciliatory smile. "I apologize for his rudeness." She nods to Willem, "And Isadorer has waited for far to long to see her daughter again, thank you for rescuing her."
She looks at the married couple, "As well as those that are not ours, but had always been a joy when they visited."
The baroness looks from Pasara to Aka to Sigrit, her gaze remaining on the solid presence of the dwarven priestess. "And the kobolds?"
It's a small town and while bad news travels faster than good, by the time Willem and Bophre get to the small bridge that leads over to the Malak farm, Willem's keen eyes can pick out the rail-thin woman running towards them.
A visibly tense Willem scarcely acknowledges Lady Origena, paying far more attention to the possible angry mob about him,
Farmer limps toward the townsfolk. "What was that about?" he asks, gesturing toward the old man as though he wasn't present.
Bakuu shrugs. "I think Pasara has the right of it." The bird woman watches her ratfolk companion leaving with the child. She makes a cooing noise. "Nice to see Willem finally nesting a bit." She says this to no one in particular... or anyone who's listening.
The baroness looks from Pasara to Aka to Sigrit, her gaze remaining on the solid presence of the dwarven priestess. "And the kobolds?"
"We dealt with the kobolds responsible for the collapse of the tower and for the kidnappings. We found a reasonable kobold who is taking word of the request to negotiate an agreement of non-hostilities to the kobold hierarchy. She thinks it's a do-able agreement." Pasara looks to her companions to correct her if she's gotten any details wrong.
From the back of the group, one older man with a long white beard, however, crossly comments, "I don't think we asked them to bring dead back to town."
Fenyx spins around bow in hand and arrow nocked and drawn. Searching for a bit and then realizing that the man was speaking sarcastically, he undraws his bow and stows the arrow.
"Sir, that comment was ill suited. You are more than welcome to perform any future searches for your townsfolk."
"We dealt with the kobolds responsible for the collapse of the tower and for the kidnappings. We found a reasonable kobold who is taking word of the request to negotiate an agreement of non-hostilities to the kobold hierarchy. She thinks it's a do-able agreement." Pasara looks to her companions to correct her if she's gotten any details wrong.
Farmer nods. "In so many words. Sigrit did the talkin'," and he grins a bit at that.
...Lady Origena's eyes follow Norman's progress for a moment before she turns back to the group with a conciliatory smile. "I apologize for his rudeness." She nods to Willem, "And Isadorer has waited for far to long to see her daughter again, thank you for rescuing her."
"Does Norman have something against the child or her family?" Akatsuki asks, her eyes following as they recede off into the distance, "or is there some cultural thing I am missing here?" she seems genuinely puzzled by the recent interaction.
The baroness looks from Pasara to Aka to Sigrit, her gaze remaining on the solid presence of the dwarven priestess. "And the kobolds?"
"We dealt with the kobolds responsible for the collapse of the tower and for the kidnappings. We found a reasonable kobold who is taking word of the request to negotiate an agreement of non-hostilities to the kobold hierarchy. She thinks it's a do-able agreement." Pasara looks to her companions to correct her if she's gotten any details wrong.
Aka cocks her head slightly and nods. "There is a second tribe which may bear watching, but as Pasara said, the immediate perpetrators are no longer an issue." Hana snorts and she pats her horse's neck.
Sigrit has been quiet the entire trip back, and has seemed distracted even after returning to town.
She starts a little, and stares after Norman. "Did he actually just say...?" she whispers to Farmer. Then she seems to realize that the Baroness and the rest of the party are waiting on an answer from her.
"Apologies for my woolgathering. The kobold's more agressive behavior of late seems to have been caused by a new leader within the tribe, one Roaghaz. We killed him, with the assistance of a rebel kobold. Pasara has the right of it; our rebel looks to be both relatively reasonable and intimidated by our prowess, and she will, I believe, get the remnants of the tribe to agree to a truce.
"Also, we've rescued three humans who were enslaved by the kobolds. You know Bophre Malak; I tell you as a servant of the Lady of Graves that she is not and has never been dead. These are Carlo and Sela Bellathi; I ask you to give them welcome."
"Does Norman have something against the child or her family?" Akatsuki asks, her eyes following as they recede off into the distance, "or is there some cultural thing I am missing here?" she seems genuinely puzzled by the recent interaction.
"我認為他只是一個屁股," Pasara says quietly to Aka. "他可以有一個議程，但我覺得“他是個屁”可能涵蓋它。"
"একটি গাধা এর পায়ু তাহলে হয়." Aka murmurs in return, with a nod of concurrence, then fails to contain a slight smile.
"তাহলে 只是一" Farmer tries on some of the sounds. "Nope."
A visibly tense Willem scarcely acknowledges Lady Origena, paying far more attention to the possible angry mob about him,
The baroness watches the pair of rat and little girl leave, only a touch of a smile revealing the deeper relief and happiness at the unexpected return.
Just in case.
Fenyx spins around bow in hand and arrow nocked and drawn. Searching for a bit and then realizing that the man was speaking sarcastically, he undraws his bow and stows the arrow.
"Sir, that comment was ill suited. You are more than welcome to perform any future searches for your townsfolk."
Norman blithely flips off the archer as he continues to walk away, "We did fine 'fore you troublemakers came to town. We'll be fine when our happy, little hamlet is just dust behind you."
Farmer limps toward the townsfolk. "What was that about?" he asks, gesturing toward the old man as though he wasn't present.
"Does Norman have something against the child or her family?" Akatsuki asks, her eyes following as they recede off into the distance, "or is there some cultural thing I am missing here?" she seems genuinely puzzled by the recent interaction.
Lady Devy, still tense from the upset, shakes her head sadly. "I didn't think so."
In a long pause from the baroness, one of the other men fills in, a man with a broad, white smile and bright green eyes. "Norman has never been a happy person, but I think that might be more of a reaction to the positive effect your unusual group is having on our," he looks over his shoulder at Norman's retreating form, "fine town."
The emotional reunion draws the attention of everyone on the dairy farm as, one by one, the family and the workers turn to watch as barely held faith and hope turn to joy. Only one of the people moves, Isadorer's son - the same one that originally tried to 'protect' the woman from the hope Willem just made good on. He stops on the other side of the fence near Willem, his eyes shiny with unshed happy tears as he watches his mother and the sister he believed dead.
His voice is thick but quiet. "I had to protect her."
A long pause, "But I am so happy that you listened to her, not me."
Aka cocks her head slightly and nods. "There is a second tribe which may bear watching, but as Pasara said, the immediate perpetrators are no longer an issue." Hana snorts and she pats her horse's neck."We dealt with the kobolds responsible for the collapse of the tower and for the kidnappings. We found a reasonable kobold who is taking word of the request to negotiate an agreement of non-hostilities to the kobold hierarchy. She thinks it's a do-able agreement." Pasara looks to her companions to correct her if she's gotten any details wrong.Farmer nods. "In so many words. Sigrit did the talkin'," and he grins a bit at that.Sigrit has been quiet the entire trip back, and has seemed distracted even after returning to town.
She starts a little, and stares after Norman. "Did he actually just say...?" she whispers to Farmer. Then she seems to realize that the Baroness and the rest of the party are waiting on an answer from her.
"Apologies for my woolgathering. The kobold's more agressive behavior of late seems to have been caused by a new leader within the tribe, one Roaghaz. We killed him, with the assistance of a rebel kobold. Pasara has the right of it; our rebel looks to be both relatively reasonable and intimidated by our prowess, and she will, I believe, get the remnants of the tribe to agree to a truce.
"Also, we've rescued three humans who were enslaved by the kobolds. You know Bophre Malak; I tell you as a servant of the Lady of Graves that she is not and has never been dead. These are Carlo and Sela Bellathi; I ask you to give them welcome."
Lady Devy smiles at the group, "I am happy that Phre managed to survive her captivity for so long." The baronesses expression goes dark, "Although it is my responsibility that she needed to hold on for so long."
Her eyes close and she takes several long breaths as she thinks, "I think, maybe, I should met with some of the tribe that is remaining." A rueful smile, "For both sides it would be good to see the other as people, not just the boogeymen that we make them out to be."
She smiles at the Bellathis. "I am sorry that your most recent trip to Belhaim ended in sorrow, but I am glad that you survived."
Almost ritually, in full view of a number of people from the town, Lady Devy bows to the group. "Thank you for the service you have given to our town." She smiles, the relief in her eyes and stance taking some of the years of worry from her body, "But it sounds like you've had a long, hard day." Her voice raises, carrying over the collection of townsfolk. She smiles at the group, "I'd be willing to buy them, and everyone else, a meal at the Piper, and, maybe, you all can convince them to tell the full story."
"We did fine 'fore you troublemakers came to town. We'll be fine when our happy, little hamlet is just dust behind you."
Fenyx looks in the direction of the demolished tower.
"Point taken."
Her eyes close and she takes several long breaths as she thinks, "I think, maybe, I should met with some of the tribe that is remaining." A rueful smile, "For both sides it would be good to see the other as people, not just the boogeymen that we make them out to be."
"...and I would be happy to accompany you when you are ready to travel." Aka says, then catches herself thinking of a less likely interpretation, "At least, I assume you meant to ride out to them...or did you mean us to fetch them here?" she adds somewhat doubtfully.
Almost ritually, in full view of a number of people from the town, Lady Devy bows to the group. "Thank you for the service you have given to our town." She smiles, the relief in her eyes and stance taking some of the years of worry from her body, "But it sounds like you've had a long, hard day." Her voice raises, carrying over the collection of townsfolk. She smiles at the group, "I'd be willing to buy them, and everyone else, a meal at the Piper, and, maybe, you all can convince them to tell the full story."
Akatsuki perks up, her eyes twinkling. Her stomach however, growls impatiently in anticipation and she smiles shyly in response, somewhat abashed.
Pasara watches the movements in the crowd.
Just loud enough for her companions to hear she says, "沒有任何人看到老男人與微妙的衣服和暗灰色的頭髮開始遮蔽威廉？我們應該幫助他或你認為他可以照顧或自己？還是我在擔心什麼？"
Concerned as she is, the mention of a meal definitely piques Pasara's interest.
"...and I would be happy to accompany you when you are ready to travel." Aka says, then catches herself thinking of a less likely interpretation, "At least, I assume you meant to ride out to them...or did you mean us to fetch them here?" she adds somewhat doubtfully.
"Neutral ground." Lady Devy says with just the hint of cynicism, "Probably better for both sides."
Talia's cooking is in top form (esp the stew that she insists the Bellathis eat before they are tucked into a quiet upstairs room) and the mead flows freely as the group is encouraged to tell their story again and again. Early in the evening the group notices a few people that aren't quite in the celebratory mood, but either through the peer pressure of the majority or Talia's determined motherlyness, they either slip away quietly or modify their behavior.
After a while the thin, pale form of Xemne comes into the Piper. She raises two fingers to her brow in a mock salute to Farmer and anyone near him. She holds up a bottle made of mithral, a wicked smile playing over her lips.
Although she does pause to look at the group in the middle of the celebration and a wide smile breaks the severe lines of her face. So softened, the woman bears a slight resemblance to Bophre.
Perception DC 20:
Knowledge, History DC 18:
In the middle of one of the retellings of their adventure, Pasara smacks her head with the palm of her hand. "Of course! That's where I knew that name!" she exclaims. As people look at her because of her outburst, she blushes and tries to avoid people's eyes. She looks like she's trying really hard to learn the Invisibility spell on the spot.
After a while the thin, pale form of Xemne comes into the Piper. She raises two fingers to her brow in a mock salute to Farmer and anyone near him. She holds up a bottle made of mithral, a wicked smile playing over her lips.
Farmer's eyes light up at the sight of the flask, though he tries not to show it.
"I'm back," he says. "I don't know if that was ... what did you say? Sufficiently impressive?"
Pasara watches the movements in the crowd.
Just loud enough for her companions to hear she says, "沒有任何人看到老男人與微妙的衣服和暗灰色的頭髮開始遮蔽威廉？我們應該幫助他或你認為他可以照顧或自己？還是我在擔心什麼？"
Akatsuki's startled expression makes it obvious that she had seen nothing. She gives a quick glance to Bakuu before visibly relaxing, apparently deciding even if she would want too, she should not be the one to look into the matter. She shrugs her shoulders, waiting for any thoughts from her darkly feathered friend.
"Neutral ground." Lady Devy says with just the hint of cynicism, "Probably better for both sides."
Aka nods in agreement.
In the middle of one of the retellings of their adventure, Pasara smacks her head with the palm of her hand. "Of course! That's where I knew that name!" she exclaims. As people look at her because of her outburst, she blushes and tries to avoid people's eyes. She looks like she's trying really hard to learn the Invisibility spell on the spot.
A number of the good townfolk only look away momentarily before resuming the flow of conversation, not wanting to further discompose the pretty blonde.
Talia's son, Thomas, still young enough to be oblivious to social curtsey, "Just remembered who who was?"
Farmer's eyes light up at the sight of the flask, though he tries not to show it.
"I'm back," he says. "I don't know if that was ... what did you say? Sufficiently impressive?"
hmmm Xemne considers with a mischievous smirk, "Stopped the rise of a dragon, put a damper on an invasion in Taldor, and brought the dead back to life." A shrug, "If the stories are true then yes, but I have a feeling I should not be overly impressed."
"Yet." She puts down a few shotglasses also made of the silver-blue metal, "But does that mean I won't drink to what you did do?"
hmmm Xemne considers with a mischievous smirk, "Stopped the rise of a dragon, put a damper on an invasion in Taldor, and brought the dead back to life." A shrug, "If the stories are true then yes, but I have a feeling I should not be overly impressed."
"Yet." She puts down a few shotglasses also made of the silver-blue metal, "But does that mean I won't drink to what you did do?"
Farmer chuckles. "Don't be overly impressed. But do share a drink."
He flicks the shotglass with a fingernail. "Nice," he says. "Necessary?"
"A neutral location seems wise. Our kobold ally will send word regarding the truce; we will return word requesting a meeting, then, if you wish."
During the celebration, Sigrit will make a point of approaching each of her comrades at a point when they are alone for a moment. To each of them she says something along the lines of this: "I believe the three we rescued are owed some wages for their work. Would you be willing to give each of them a share of what we took from the kobolds? To give the Belathis something to begin to rebuild their business, and to give the lass money to pay for some classes in self defense... whether by bow and sword, boomstick, or magic. Ponder it overnight."
Sigrit will try to follow one of the departing people who seem less in a less-than-celebratory mood and intercept them outside of the Inn.
During the celebration, Sigrit will make a point of approaching each of her comrades at a point when they are alone for a moment....
Farmer nods. "Quote a figure," he says. "I'm in."
Farmer chuckles. "Don't be overly impressed. But do share a drink."
He flicks the shotglass with a fingernail. "Nice," he says. "Necessary?"
One eyebrow raises slightly as she considers, "Probably not, but so far I haven't found any components that are mithral-reactive. Sadly, the same is not true for glass."