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Hahah well yes, unintended consequences and all that.
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Winter's broader aims were to continue to build trade with the less volatile Shoanti tribes and consolidate his relationship with the Elves for continued 'military might'. The idea was to take over the old mission house in Riddleport and act as a sort of intermediary and unofficial town watch to take the harder edge off some of the excesses of the crime lords - hence why he tried developing what relationships he could with the likes of Vankaskersin and Clegg, and his acceptance of using blunt force trauma where and when required, because "Some folks you just can't reach" - he'd continue to develop the mountains presence as a retreat and 'fresh start' for people who wanted to begin again or 'had to leave town'. Though he was a stalwart Paladin and totally committed to the ideals he espoused, he was always a realist who understood that trying to save Riddpleport is going to work about as well as spitting at the moon - not only will you not hit the mark, you'll just end up with a messy face. Better he picked and chose the battles he could win. A living Paladin can also do more good deeds than a martyred one. "The serenity to accept the things I cannot change, The courage to change the things I can, The wisdom to know the difference".
"From a little acorn of hope grows the mighty oak of faith..."
Winter just continues to look on and play his role, frustrated at the charade, but happy it appears to be working.
Winter watches the scene unfolding, "Time to pound sand and begin gathering our information"
"Might come in handy for a lot of things, may as well pound sand with him along"
"And what could be more righteous?" Winter finally breaks his silence.
Winter likewise silently falls into step.
Winter grins and breaks character for a chuckle. The average onlooker might take it as enjoying the beating, but those in the know might see it as a bit of pride that his friends are bonding.
Winter maintains his calm cool air and also moves forward to flank off Caterine, staring at the drow moving towards Caterine emotionlessly - though clear he is ready to commit violence to protect his Lady.
Winter casts his eyes to Caterine, his body slowly aligning towards the Lady of the Blades, his hand drifting towards his pommel.
Likewise, Winter plays his part as the henchling flunkie.
"Just don't show it all off, always make it look like a challenge. We want to be underestimated where possible" Winter grins.
Winter grins, wondering how this might end.
Winter just curtly nods understanding.
Winter looks across to the women folk, awaiting their instruction on the matter.
"That all went reasonably well. We just need to maintain our discipline and edge, no doubt we'll be used as cheap fodder for some nefarious deed. Out of towners always make good lackeys, because they can always be removed in the clean up afterwards and no one will notice or care. Never mind, it is all good information... speaking of information, what did we need to know about this...place" Winter enquires whilst gesturing he means the broader settlement.
Winter continues modelling his grim and humourless personality, partly to maintain an air of discipline, and half because he wants to smite the Denmother into the next age of man.
Finish the tour and head in, it's just info at this point, so a summary and back to the mother would be great :)
Winter stands about looking at nothing in particular, as any good man-at-arms should.
We move in an anticlockwise circuit in the top 1/3rd - 20/21/22/25 etc and back through 16 and 14.
"I answer to the word of my Mistress, and she does not yet answer to yours" Winter bows deferentially to Caterine.
"No." Winter just replies flatly.
Winter watches on, recognising the scene for what it is.
Winter stands silent and stoic.
"A quick sketch of the area eh? Its rough, but perhaps now we can start putting this puzzle together." "Like spiders they lair the houses in the recesses and corners, so I wonder who built something that big in the middle surrounded by a market or common area along the ridgeline, must be tough and important to have so much confidence.... and these pools..?" "Lets find out who our neighbours are and investigate the town common when we get a chance. Perhaps Vonnarc will give us some identification markers; commoners wont give us any problems, but rivals may, so we could put them on show, but not too overt"
"I'll walk around with a pencil and sketch one myself, how hard could it be?" Winter takes his dislike of this City and uses the anger to simply be objectionable.
"Sounds pleasant, but my tastes are particular, I will find my target that is for sure - from where may I obtain a map of this place?"
Winter racks his brain for facts... Andirifku - Know:Religion
"Well tell us who you do have, I seek to pay my disrespects"
"I have an interest in architecture, I wish to profane Findeladlara, recommend me somewhere good for casting mockery at her. Which temple mocks her here?"
"What of matters of religion? What temples reside here?"
"The human might be boring, but so is any cut of meat, its what the chef does with it that makes a masterpiece, your lack of imagination is stifling" Winter answers the mans comment like a parent chiding an ignorant child.
"House Vonnarc you say eh?" Winter ponders for a moment "We will have to check with our the mistresses, but perhaps that could be alright. Tell me, who are the main slave dealers? We need a human for a...celebration... but we need something fairly specific"
"Azinrae? Sounds like a swear word. We are out of town hires, freelance bastards fresh out of contract. I suppose you thought just because we were back there that Azinrae sent us eh? Lucky guess, but wrong. We serve House Gold Piece, and right now our purses are empty and my feckin sword is dry, I seek to fix both problems. Your mouth run to anything helpful like who's who and what is where in this town?"
Winter remarks to the wagoneer ,"You've learnt your place and your manners. Good"
"We get our information, we get our man, and then..."
"Who the f%^& said the guard gets to talk to us? I'd beat them for their insolence too. Layabouts and second rates not strong enough to tackle the surface world and fight, only fit to stand on a gate. We aren't here to answer your questions, you are here to answer ours."
"Stop again or say anything apart from that we have arrived and you wont be troubled by speech again" Winter is very pointed to the man.
Winter laughs at the comment, he sees the merit of harshness, though not keen on speaking such words himself.
Winter just stares at the man as if considering a small insect, then goes back to watching the journey.
Winter is just staying silent regardless - not keen to blow their cover.
Winter smiles on the inside, the ferret down the rabbit hole.
Winter sticks to saying nothing...
Winter puts on a show of a fighting withdrawal...
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