”I haven’t had much luck finding Larur, maybe, but I did discover a few things of note. But first, what have you found?”
Dimitrio sighed and responded, "I'm afraid nothing useful. The only good news is that he did pay Smeed. However, there are no news as to what happened to him after he left money-lender's office."
The bard then decided to throw in a red herring to see how Saul would react. "We did hear that Larur was seen with one of Zincher's thugs last night but that is something that we still need to follow up on."
The bard waited to see if anyone else added anything before asking, "So what did you find?" Trying to not be noticed himself, the bard scrutinized Saul's demeanor as well as his words to try to discern the truth.
"Smeed recognized us pretty easily, but that didn't discourage him from speaking with us. He admitted that Larur had visited yesterday, and had paid him. He assured us that your business relations with him are normal, and he respects you for being able to pay on time. His office shows nothing suspect- no broken furniture, no rolled up carpet with feet sticking out from the end, no blood stains in the middle of the floor. He does have what sounds like a baboon, but we didn't ask to see it."
Lief looks to the others, then back to Saul. "You now have something you'd like to share with us?"
Kaylayne re-enters the bar and begins to dis-enarmor while the others talk. She doesn't mind wearing armor, but is more comfortable without it.
Kaylayne keeps her new wand stuffed into her belt pouch with her supply of stones. She waits to hear what Saul has to say.
Ederin masks his surprise at Dimitrio's lie but doesn't quite understand where the dancer is hoping to go with it.
He listens silently as Lief contributes his portion as well, still eager to find Larur, but the parties collective doubt in Saul has heightened his natural suspicious nature and he scrutinized every movement the small man makes looking for signs of someone withholding information.
Garridan watches the proceedings unfold listening to Dimitrio weave his tale. When Lief joins in and plainly asks Saul what he has been holding back Garridan pays close attention to Sauls reaction.
If Saul notices your subterfuge, he doesn’t say. Nor does he seem surprised by what you say, but he does seem genuinely disappointed. ”OK. I could have sworn Smeed was somehow involved, that little snipe.” He shrugs, and apologizes for the goose chase.
”I might have another one, but this feels less goose-y - particularly if Larur was taken by Zincher. Apparently there is a meeting of our enemies tonight - a planning meeting to take out the Gold Goblin once and for all I heard. I guess Cromarcky isn’t going to protect us after all. Damnable Gendarmes…”
”The crime lords aren’t going to expose themselves directly, so I’m thinking so this will just be a meeting of their lieutenants. Right now, we have them on the ropes - their reputations are in tatters and my position in the community grows ever stronger. If they’re going to make a move, it’ll be soon. I suspect they are going to hostage Larur, or use him for some sort of leverage. Perhaps he’ll even be there tonight.”
”Go check it out and see what they’re planning, so we can thwart them. Find out what they know of Larur. Find out where they have him. Of course, if the opportunity arises, and you think you have the upper hand, bring them to justice…” he says menacingly.
”They’re meeting in the Boneyard - the area known as the Spar. Do you know it?” Saul explains he used to use the spot as a drop off point and knows it well. He goes on to describe the spot, and two approaches, one from the North, and one from the South. The Southern approach is better, but all approaches are through swampy terrain so you’ll have to move slowly to remain quiet - if you go.
Saul seems to be telling the truth, in as far as you can determine.
"Do you know it?"
Know (Local) - The Spar/Boneyard
Kaylayne looks outside as if to reminder herself what time is it.
"Yeah, sure, I could go," Kaylayne mutters. "We might have enough light to get to the shops for things that might help stay undetected if we're going to do this right."
Kaylayne looks to see what the others think.
Kaylayne knows the Boneyard, as would you all. At least a little. This deceptively named place actually serves as the city’s dump and ship’s graveyard rather than the intended final resting place for the once-living, though there are certainly enough corpses that end up concealed here to give most city graveyards a run for their money.
Its name is derived from the many old hulks and collections of ships’ ribs that protrude from the swampy ground. The whole area is a partially flooded salt marsh that is generally 2 or 3 feet deep, although some hidden patches of quicksand are much deeper.
The tidal influx keeps a mild current swirling through the marsh that stirs the garbage around until it collects in various clumps of decomposing compost that eventually form stable isles - some supporting considerable vegetation - within the swamp.
Abandoned ships are towed up into the swamp from the bay during high tide by flat bottomed skiffs and then set adrift. They quickly settle into the shallow waters, and the pull of the tide here is too weak to float any of them back out, though some of them do slowly change position over time due to the inexorable tidal forces.
The Spar is a specific place in the Boneyard apparently (according to Saul), known to a few criminal elements as a nice quiet meeting point - just a frame of reference. You haven't heard of it before now.
"What items do you have in mind Layne? Garridan asks.
Dimitrio twirls his mustache as he tries to recall anything about the place where they are going.
"Ok, so we are trying to remain unseen and just observe. I think it makes sense if we go there early and hide rather than interrupt a meeting."
He shows his hands, "So we have a couple of hours of a head start; I think we ought to go right away."
The bard pats himself making sure his armor was on and his potions were within easy reach. He had come out unscathed in the last fights but he knows that he can't count on his luck forever. Desna, let me continue to dream your sweet dreams
"Are you all ready?"
"The Spar eh? Surprised there's a meetin' spot I ain't heard of yet." Ederin rubs his chin and considers what Saul just asked of them.
It sounds to him like the course of action a rival crime boss might take, which is both familiar and uncomfortable at the same time.
"How many lieutenants are we talkin'? A few thugs ain't much of a fight, but we gotta figure if we get caught by these grogs it ain't gonna be easy."
Judging from the description of the Boneyard you've given, am I right in assuming it does not count as 'Urban' for the sake of Favored Terrain?
"What items did you have in mind, Layne?"
Kaylayne shrugs, thinking aloud.
"Well, we want to be close enough to listen in and watch, but also not be seen or heard. It might be that we work to hide just one of us close enough. Or work on concealing all of us. For instance, we could make it dark so that others might not see us at night. Or make it so we can walk in an aura of silence. I dunno, really. How good are all of you at moving quietly?"
Kaylayne looks as if she is debating whether to wear her armor or not.
"Do we want to go out there with shovels as if we're there to collect/bury a body in case we are seen?" Kaylayne shrugs. "I'm just tossing out ideas. It's just that this is going to be difficult to do without being seen without magic, I think. I dunno."
"Oh, that's a good question." says Saul as he thinks a moment. "I don't really know. It's two crime families so I'd figure two guys, plus a few peons for each, but not too many really I should think. Do you want some Gold Goblin guards to go with you? They'd not be stealthy at all, but if you think you need the muscle..."
"If you do go early, be well hidden. I don't want to scare them off - especially if they know where poor Larur is. We might not get another chance at this."
With the potential for sloshing in the water, you'd guess noise is going to be the tougher problem. That area of the Boneyard has plenty of cover from ships, trees, etc. Noise is the big give away.
Kaylayne shrugs, thinking aloud."Well, we want to be close enough to listen in and watch, but also not be seen or heard. It might be that we work to hide just one of us close enough. Or work on concealing all of us. For instance, we could make it dark so that others might not see us at night. Or make it so we can walk in an aura of silence. I dunno, really. How good are all of you at moving quietly?"
Garridan shakes his head, "Not stealthy at all."
Kaylayne looks as if she is debating whether to wear her armor or not."Do we want to go out there with shovels as if we're there to collect/bury a body in case we are seen?" Kaylayne shrugs. "I'm just tossing out ideas. It's just that this is going to be difficult to do without being seen without magic, I think. I dunno."
"I agree magic is definitely going to help us, Garridan turns to the bard and asks, " Dimitrio do you know any spells that will help us?"
"I can be quite than a mouse but won't do me any good if the rest o' you are makin' noise."
As Saul answer his question Ederin shrugs his shoulders and looks at the rest of the group.
"Don't sound as bad as I figured. At the least we should be able to scarper if they take notice. Now we just gotta figure out what we're buyin' and head to the spar."
"I agree magic is definitely going to help us, Garridan turns to the bard and asks, " Dimitrio do you know any spells that will help us?"
The bard shakes his head, "No, not really but I can manipulate torch-like lights to make people look another way. I can also create fake sounds to help mask or confuse our own."
He raises his eyebrows, "That may not be a bad idea actually. I could make the sound typical of an animal in this swamp to help mask our own noise."
Kaylayne shrugs.
"We might be able to get there early and hide ourselves well. Heck, we might go now and try to create a spot to conceal ourselves. That might work, I dunno..." Kaylayne's voice trails off in uncertainty.
She gets her weapons, but decides to leave her armor here...she can move more quietly without it.
"That's a brilliant idea Layne, if we leave now we might be able to pull it off! Motioning to the others, "Grab everything you think we might need we've got to move."
Saul shakes your hands and wishes you luck as you depart the Gold Goblin. You make your way through town and to the Boneyard swamp just beyond.
Climbing over Riddleport’s eastern ridge, the Boneyard Cut Pass ascends almost 200 feet at a near 45 degree angle. Garbage is carried over this pass on mule-drawn carts in well-worn ruts and then down at a shallower angle to a ledge 40 feet above the salt marsh. At the terminus of this path is a sheer cliff and the caretaker’s hut. The caretaker, Hyram Crooge, maintains a constant bonfire for the burning of some trash and dumps the rest over the cliff edge into the marsh below.
You carefully skirt his hut and make your way down the path to the north and into the Boneyard proper.
This deceptively named place actually serves as the city’s dump and ship’s graveyard rather than the intended final resting place for the once living, though there are certainly enough corpses that end up concealed here to give most city graveyards a run for their money. Its name is derived from the many old hulks and collections of ships’ ribs that protrude from the swampy ground.
Though several scavenging creatures are known to inhabit the fertile scavenging fields of the Boneyard, including the dangerous swamp barracuda and immense cockroaches, you see nothing of note as you approach the Spar.
You reach the area well before the appointed hour (map updated). The areas of open water are mostly free of ground cover, but the land is covered with vegetation and can be easily used to hide. There are trees everywhere. All terrain is difficult (either 2-3’ of water or thick vegetation inhibits your movement) so keep that in mind. It is more likely that people will come from the southern approach as it’s closer to town, but either is viable. East and West are choked off with vegetation.
Others can help you hide, essentially ‘burying’ you in marsh plants (take - 20 stealth) but one person has to hide themselves without such help (take - 10 or roll). Those who are buried are considered to be in an ‘obstacle’ so their first 5’ of movement will cost quadruple rather than double as they break free of their hiding places.
"Apparently there is a meeting of our enemies tonight - a planning meeting to take out the Gold Goblin once and for all I heard. I guess Cromarcky isn’t going to protect us after all. Damnable Gendarmes…”
How might you have found that out? Why would you presume the gendarmes would step aside, since they've been here ever since the last attack on the Goblin?
"The crime lords aren’t going to expose themselves directly, so I’m thinking so this will just be a meeting of their lieutenants. Right now, we have them on the ropes - their reputations are in tatters and my position in the community grows ever stronger. If they’re going to make a move, it’ll be soon. I suspect they are going to hostage Larur, or use him for some sort of leverage. Perhaps he’ll even be there tonight."
You know an awful lot about how crime lords think, Saul. If your position is stronger in the community, why aren't you taking full advantage of that to protect yourself further? And why on earth would they drag a dwarf, kicking and screaming, into the swamp? Have you already heard from them about Larur? Did they already threaten you with his capture?
"Go check it out and see what they’re planning, so we can thwart them. Find out what they know of Larur. Find out where they have him. Of course, if the opportunity arises, and you think you have the upper hand, bring them to justice..."
Yes, your enemies are going to be quite forthcoming with their plans to overthrow you. Your justice and Kaylayne's are very similar, I'd gather.
Lief listens, a growing disappointment in his associates for opening their mouths so wide an anchor could hook them. Why so eager to jump at this nefarious activity? Ederin and Kaylayne, I can understand, but the dancer and the barman?
The young man gathers his items, several formalae prepped for conflict this day, as well as his newest alchemical creation. He tucks his sap on, and keeps his hand crossbow at the ready. He pointed at each of us. We're marked. These folk are something to someone, so they are to me. I'll not let them go off to their deaths with lesser numbers, at the least.
"Do you want some Gold Goblin guards to go with you? They'd not be stealthy at all, but if you think you need the muscle...
"Yes, Saul. Since we're heading out early, we'll take all the muscle you can afford. What, with your business life on the line, I'm surprised you didn't offer it at the beginning. I'd like you to tell them there will be no killing. Arm them only with saps."
Once ready, keeps his hands well tucked behind his back as Saul shakes everyone else's hands. He smiles civilly at the man as he passes, following the others out the door.
...
On the way to the Spar, Lief launches into a flurry of questions at his crew.
"So, what exactly does 'thwarting' look like, in your minds? Are you at all interested in listening to this cabal, before announcing yourselves? The menace in Saul's voice- are you prepared to kill tonight? He seems quite knowledgeable of how this will all go down tonight. Does this worry any of you?"
He allows himself to be buried by the stealthiest of the group. He takes a position suitable for eavesdropping, while still being at a bit of a distance.
""So, what exactly does 'thwarting' look like, in your minds? Are you at all interested in listening to this cabal, before announcing yourselves? The menace in Saul's voice- are you prepared to kill tonight? He seems quite knowledgeable of how this will all go down tonight. Does this worry any of you?"
Garridan responds to Liefs outpouring on the way to the spar, " Lief I share your concerns but I thought it best to talk in private away from Saul. I propose we watch and wait to see if we can determine their intent. Perhaps by listening we will garner a lead on the whereabouts of Larur." He takes a breath and continues, "Confronting them would be my last choice."
Saul considers and then suggests, "I'm concerned about leaving the Gold Gobling too exposed with you absent, so let me keep the regular guards here. A show of force at least. But to support your endeavor why don't you take Bojask?"
"He's quite good with the axe, both throwing and battle. He'll also be much more stealthy than any of the guards. Yes, he'll be an excellent choice. He'll serve you well if there's a fight - and he looks tough at least if there isn't!"
Saul warms to the idea.
"He'll follow your orders of course. He won't attack, unless defending himself of course, without your say so."
Lief listens as Saul waffles. "If you're unwilling to part with two guards, we'll do without Bojask as well. We're looking to subdue those present, not split their skulls. We need numbers and saps, not a man with an axe."
"As you wish." Saul says.
Once everyone has positioned themselves on the map we'll proceed with dusk. Let me know about any last minute preparations.
Dimitrio is not sure where things are going. Some in the group, himself included, have started to doubt their boss. And he didn't like that.
The bard felt comfortable with his friends; they had shown themselves not only to be resourceful but also trustworthy. He needed trustworthy companions where he was going.
Garridan responds to Liefs outpouring on the way to the spar, " Lief I share your concerns but I thought it best to talk in private away from Saul. I propose we watch and wait to see if we can determine their intent. Perhaps by listening we will garner a lead on the whereabouts of Larur." He takes a breath and continues, "Confronting them would be my last choice."""So, what exactly does 'thwarting' look like, in your minds? Are you at all interested in listening to this cabal, before announcing yourselves? The menace in Saul's voice- are you prepared to kill tonight? He seems quite knowledgeable of how this will all go down tonight. Does this worry any of you?"
Dimitrio nods, "Agreed. Let's just go and listen. If we see or hear Saul, then we can evaluate what to do but listening is what I am here to do."
The place reeks. Dimitrio is quick to cast a minor magic on his mustache. He didn't have to smell the swamp.
But the bard was on edge. Garbage, of which there was plenty here, was a well known food source for vermin. And there were no more disgusting and filthy vermin than rats! Desna keep me
"If you're unwilling to part with two guards, we'll do without Bojask as well. We're looking to subdue those present, not split their skulls."
On the way to the Boneyard, Kaylayne seeks to clarify things.
"I have no problem knocking people out, but not if they attack me. I'll respond in kind. If you think that I'll let them to live to hurt others, best re-think that. I won't instigate a fight, but if push comes to shove, I'll shove back. I hope that isn't necessary," Kaylayne explains to Lief.
* * *
In the swamp, Kaylayne settles in not far from Dimitrio, figuring the man would be a good companion should trouble ensue. She takes care to find a good spot to listen and see, arranging things in a way that she can sit comfortably.
When it is about 5 minutes 'til, she will use 2 charges of her wand to enchant 6 stones with magic.
"I have no problem knocking people out, but not if they attack me. I'll respond in kind. If you think that I'll let them to live to hurt others, best re-think that. I won't instigate a fight, but if push comes to shove, I'll shove back. I hope that isn't necessary."
"'Live to hurt others'. That's a very convenient phrase, Kaylayne. Ample justification to kill, if I ever heard one. I'm surprised you don't wear a mask, and kill up and down the street like Blackjack himself." Lief looks at Kaylayne with something like pity.
...
Hunkering down in his position, Lief flicks a vial, hoping to hone his perception of the imminent arrivals.
As the party prepares to leave Ederin hangs back for a few moments.
"Want to grab the rest o' my arrows, just in case. I'll catch up!"
"Lief don't speak for all o' us and I'd like competent back up. Killin' or not if there's risk of a fight, every man will be helpful. If Bojask can follow us without bein' seen, I'll take him."
Once he's retrieved his things Ederin catches up with the group and listens as they discuss the current events.
"He seems quite knowledgeable of how this will all go down tonight. Does this worry any of you?"
"He used to be a crime boss, why wouldn't he know how this works? A hunter don't forget how to lay traps just cause he loses a hand." Ederin chuckles a bit as his example proves to be more relevant than he'd intended. "You'd be an idiot to think he ain't using old contacts for information. Goin' legit don't mean you ain't gonna protect yourself from those who ain't."
When Lief compares Kaylayne to a murderer he gives the boy a cold stare.
"Must have been nice growin' up among all them books. Learnin' to judge everyone else. Even people who stand over you when you're bleedin' on the floor. Guess you never learned to close 'em though, how to let it go." He remains silent for the rest of venture to the boneyard.
Once there he offers to bury the rest, both confident in his ability to remain unseen and uncomfortable with the idea of being closed in. When done he'll take some time and make sure he's as hidden as can be.
Once situated he keeps his eye out for anyone approaching his buried friends.
Also, don't forget to move your icon into position on the map.
As you sit, kneel and stand in squelching mud and water up over the edges of your boots, you wonder what you’re doing here for Saul. He seems a decent employer, though some of you have some doubts of late. The real question is - can you trust him? Or has he slipped into his old ways with the pressure on his casino? Hard to know for sure, but the pay is steady at least, and lucrative.
The minutes drag out to an hour and then two before even the most perceptive of you hear a slight splash to the south - larger than a rat this time for sure…
"He used to be a crime boss, why wouldn't he know how this works? A hunter don't forget how to lay traps just cause he loses a hand. You'd be an idiot to think he ain't using old contacts for information. Goin' legit don't mean you ain't gonna protect yourself from those who ain't."
Lief looks at Ederin, and nods as he states his view. "So Saul can learn about a secret meeting targeting him specifically, and comes up with nothing regarding his man, Larur, being targeted? That's interesting to think on." So Lief spends time thinking on it.
"Must have been nice growin' up among all them books. Learnin' to judge everyone else. Even people who stand over you when you're bleedin' on the floor. Guess you never learned to close 'em though, how to let it go."
Lief recognizes some sort of button being pushed on Ederin. He marks Ederin for a more thorough conversation, when time allows.
...
Lief simply watches, and readies to protect himself.
At the sound of the splash Ederin attempts to locate the source of the noise, hoping to see if it was man or beast.
In any event he draws his bow and nocks an arrow, preparing to loose only if he or his friends are attacked first.
A dagger sort of magically appears in Dimitrio's hand. He cocks his arm but holds steady until further information is known.
He strains to hear what's happening, hoping it's not a large rat or those swamp barracudas.
Nothing is worth this, Garridan thinks as the sweat pours off him in his muck covered hiding spot. I don't know what is worse the heat, the bugs, or the stench. If this goes on for much longer I just might let Zincher's men kill me and put me out of my misery, he laments to himself. He just finishes the thought when he hears a noise to the south. Whats that, he asks himself and begins to say a prayer.
Kaylayne listens and tries not to move. She's hunted before and so waiting for prey was nothing new to her. Usually her waiting didn't involve swamps and muck, however, and she wasn't enjoying the experience.
For the first time, she regrets her decision to work for Saul.
A lone figure splashes, eventually, into view as the party remains in hiding. His bow out, he seems to be looking for something in the swamp, but he does not see anyone in the party apparently.
He is short for an elf, wears leather armor and, as mentioned, carries a bow at the ready. He also has a long sword, dagger and a few other odds an ends. His two quivers mark him as an archer though. More than that is hard to make out through the vegetation you're hiding within.
He hisses, like a stage whisper, both trying to keep his voice down and trying to announce himself.
He stops, looks over his shoulder to the south, and listens a long moment.
Perception
Sense Motive
Kaylayne feels a sinking feeling in her stomach. She tenses up, uncertain.
How? Would it make sense that Saul sent us here to be ambushed!?! WHY!!?!?
Kaylayne debates.
Lief studies the elf, and waits for the others to step forward, should they decide that leaving their hiding place is now necessary.
Garridan cannot quite make the elf out from his position, but his words float clearly to him. Best to wait, it might be some sort of trick, he thinks. He holds his position as his doubts about Saul's motives echo in his head.
"Lieutenants of Saul - you are in danger, come out at once! We should leave this place before the others arrive."
What? The elf knows who we are and that we were coming?
Seeing that no one had betrayed their position, the bard decides to take one for the team. Besides, the muck is making his skin itch.
He rises, "There's no one else here. We were told to scout out different places for potential meeting. Who are you and how do you know us?"
Ederin hears the elf call for agents of Saul but does not drop his bow as he tries to assess the intentions of the newcomer.
He shakes his head when Dimitrio reveals his location.
What is he thinkin'? He's still half buried in muck and this guy has an arrow ready to fly.
He rises, "There's no one else here. We were told to scout out different places for potential meeting. Who are you and how do you know us?"
The elf sloshes through the muck to Dimitrio, he leans in and speaks softly to him
He leans in and barely whispers, "My name is Kwava, I'm an elf from the Shin’Rakorath - the Lanternbearers. I have many things to discuss with you, but first we should flee this place - there is a pack of wererats coming to kill you and your team. If your friends are already at other locations they may not be safe. Though I only know of an attack forming here, I believe Saul is out to kill you all."
He looks over his shoulder again, and listens to the wind in the trees. "Come, we should hurry."
Unable to hear the conversation Ederin attempts to move closer without being noticed. Waiting to hear or see Dimitrio's reaction before revealing himself.
His bluff worked! Dimitrio smirked at the ugly elf. Not everyone can be handsome I suppose
Too many things vie for his attention. Saul is trying to kill us? The elf is from the Lanterbearers? What the hell is a Lanterbearer? But the thing that stuck to him the most is the word rat or wererat in this case.
The bard swallowes hard and starts moving. His feet make a sucking sound as he steps away from his position. But he then stops in his tracks and with great effort, asks, "Why should I believe you? How do I know you're not taking me to a trap?"
Lief listens intently, but keeps his distance. He looks south, hoping to signal the others should trouble arrive. Wererats, of all things. If this one is to be believed, Saul's a darker bloke than any of us thought. He must have killed Larur, then. Over what, I wonder...
Perception vs. DC15
"Damnit freakin' piddlespot!" Kaylayne whispers to herself. "I can't hear a thing."
Kaylayne begins the action to free herself from her hiding spot.
The elf doesn't seem to notice Ederin inch forward though he is listening intently, he seems to be most focused on the south. Kaylayne hasn't quite 'moved' yet so he does not perceive her either, though she's very close.
"Look, we can sort this out elsewhere, anywhere but here. I have a camp about a mile from here which should be perfectly safe, but I understand you may not want to go to my turf. So you pick the place, but let us hurry!"
He seems quite agitated but your sense motive reveals nothing else. And no, I'm not picking on you... hehehehe. :)
"Look, we can sort this out elsewhere, anywhere but here. I have a camp about a mile from here which should be perfectly safe, but I understand you may not want to go to my turf. So you pick the place, but let us hurry!"
Dimitrio looks to the south following the elf's gaze. He's jittery, expecting rats or wererats to rise out of the swamp and swarm him. The thought of being overwhelmed by a swarm of rats distracts him.
"Listen...Kwava. I am here to listen in on a conversation about a friend of mine. Perhaps you know of him? The dwarf Larur is missing and Saul thinks that a meeting will be held here that will help reveal his whereabouts."
He nervously looks south again, "I am here early so why don't you wait with me?"
Ederin can at least hear the conversation now, but still can't assess the Elfs motives any better.
Don't let me regret this.
He doesn't put his bow away but he points it downward and walks up next to Dimitrio, hoping he doesn't get an arrow in the neck for his trouble.
"What do you think Dimirtio, should we go back to his place or pick our own spot. Maybe the Lurch,eh? Go back where it all started?"
He looks at Dimitrio when the bard suggests staying for their original purpose.
"So you don't believe him that we're in danger? Are we followin' this fancyboy or are we stickin' around? Cause I gotta bury you again if we're stayin' put."
Garridan waits patiently for some sort of signal. The wind must of changed direction as he can't make out the conversation.