Turning to the others, he smiles, rubbing his hands together. "Well, I believe a drink is in order. Aldern, was it? Perhaps you would be so kind as to show my companions and myself to this Rusty Dragon you speak of? All these heroics do tend to work up quite a thirst, after all."
Aldern beams a smile at you. "Of course, I'd be delighted to show you the way."
Miro sighs in relief as his blood flow stops, and he throws all his weight on the one leg to make sure it's working properly. "Thank you very much father. We only did what anybody with a weapon should have done."
Miro's thoughts flash to the number of goblins he dropped without help. I could do without the recognition anyways. He follows quietly along, taking a minute to clean off his weapon.
A blank look came over Veryl's face as he listened to the supposed sarcasm of this nobleman Clearly he has no eyes for swordsmanship Before he could reply, he remembered something...one thing that they left tied up, he looked back at the four goblins that were restrained by Merwyn's rope Ah yes our dear, dear prisoners Veryl turned towards the goblins and made his way towards them in unhurried steps, their faces reminding him of the one who bit his arm.
"So who do we hand this lot to? While I am sure we could draw a lot of attention by dragging four goblins around the town, maybe we could even make a show of it, I'd rather just find a decent leather worker and then relax somewhere...maybe the Rusty Dragon place you mentioned" Said Veryl as he kept his hazel eyes on the captured assailants of Sandpoint.
"So who do we hand this lot to? While I am sure we could draw a lot of attention by dragging four goblins around the town, maybe we could even make a show of it, I'd rather just find a decent leather worker and then relax somewhere...maybe the Rusty Dragon place you mentioned" Said Veryl as he kept his hazel eyes on the captured assailants of Sandpoint.
Father Zantus smiles at you. "The good sheriff will be along shortly to deal with these ones. As they're bound, we can look after them whilst you go and take a deserved rest."
Nodding to Zantus, Veryl then began following his companions to the Rusty Dragon, deciding in the end that the need for rest took precedence over replacing his glove Besides Mel may get a laugh out of the story The man in the blue cloak smiled as he remembered how he proudly exclaimed that she would be his woman The things a sixteen year old would say Thought Veryl as he looked at the atmosphere around him. It seems that not too many of the buildings were damaged, some stalls were turned over, and Veryl even remembered seeing an overturned cart, its merchandise still strewn across the pavement, some areas had more blood than others, mostly goblins though, and then they finally passed by the building that had caught on fire earlier, Veryl immediately took his eyes of it and focused on the road ahead of them instead.
Sandpoint appeared to be more surprising than Veryl anticipated A battle and a festival on the same day...what are the odds But still Veryl didn't regret his choice, the battle had showcased his skills to the people of Sandpoint Not all of them, obviously His thoughts returned to Aldern's sarcastic comments, but once more he brushed them off there was no sense in dwelling on the words of a man who probably barely learned the correct form of handling a blade, for now Veryl planned to rest and the next day he'd do his best to find work that would suit his skills and talents.
"Four goblins with one spell" Said Veryl as he turned his face to face Merwyn "You think Horatio will make a song of it?" He continued, as his eyes darted to the bard.
Merwyn dips her head in appreciation of Veryl's compliment, which has the effect of flopping her hat. "Perhaps, though I should think that having the mastery of the blade to slay twenty goblins in a day would be more worthy of praise."
She hands Father Zanthus a little note for him to read later
with information about her condition, and asking him if he knows anything about it.
"It takes a good eye to appreciate good swordsmanship" Veryl's chest raised in a fashion similar to a rooster that was about to release its daily call, placed his left hand on the handle of his blade, in a very relaxed manner, and smiled, a smile dedicated mostly to himself. Appreciation and praise were always nice to have, especially when it was directed to his abilities, it was true that he knew how good he truly was, but it always made Veryl smile when he heard it from another.
"Let's celebrate! I have a surprise for everyone when we get to the inn."
She takes out a disproportionately large tome, filled with Gnomish arcane symbols, and begins to leaf through. In the background, the illusory Hellhound plays around and rolls over like a puppy.
Breaca bent down to wipe her knife clean on the grimy cloth that served as clothing for one of the goblins. Truth be told, her blade wasn't all that dirty, and that disturbed her more than a little. I had always been better with axe or sword, but still! I am woefully rusty. When father Zanthus offers healing she politely declines, saying that she was untouched.
She nods to Zantus. "Do you think they were targeting the festival, or does this happen often? I do not think they were merely hungry, despite their chants."
"Yes, I am curious about this as well. Is there a tribe of goblins nearby? Where did they come from?"
Miro absentmindedly scratches at his new scars, thinking about the older ones. If I keep this up I'll be unrecognizable. His ears swivel over as Breaca mentions the goblins. "Yes, are you normally bothered by goblins? Or is there anything you could have done to upset them recently?"
She nods to Zantus. "Do you think they were targeting the festival, or does this happen often? I do not think they were merely hungry, despite their chants."
Kalig looks half distracted, as she scans the area for berries that she might be able to cast goodberry on. Even if Zantus is healing everyone, she regrets not having prepared any healing capability on her own earlier, and she would feel better with them on her.
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Father Zantus nods solemnly at your question. "It's too early to tell of course. I'm sure the sheriff will tell us once he's had a chance to speak to the goblins - but one thing's for sure. Even by goblin standards, this was not usual. Not even close."
She hands Father Zanthus a little note for him to read later
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Breaca bent down to wipe her knife clean on the grimy cloth that served as clothing for one of the goblins. Truth be told, her blade wasn't all that dirty, and that disturbed her more than a little. I had always been better with axe or sword, but still! I am woefully rusty. When father Zanthus offers healing she politely declines, saying that she was untouched.
She nods to Zantus. "Do you think they were targeting the festival, or does this happen often? I do not think they were merely hungry, despite their chants.""Yes, I am curious about this as well. Is there a tribe of goblins nearby? Where did they come from?"
"That's a good question. There are a few goblin tribes in the area - it could have been any one of them - or worryingly it could have been more than one tribe acting together. Again, I'm sure the sheriff will find this out in due course."
Miro absentmindedly scratches at his new scars, thinking about the older ones. If I keep this up I'll be unrecognizable. His ears swivel over as Breaca mentions the goblins. "Yes, are you normally bothered by goblins? Or is there anything you could have done to upset them recently?"
Fathr Zantus shakes his head. [b]"We always have goblin troubles you know. The odd bit of bother here and there - but never, ever like this."[/] He shakes his head again and you can see the sadness etched in his expression.
Kalig frowns. All places, civilized and wild alike, needed protection at times. Perhaps her deciding to come to was more than whim. She did not know goblins well, but it seemed strange to terrorize so openly--especially in such a crowd where defeat, in Kalig's mind, was nearly guaranteed. Something was... out of sync.
"Well, Father, if you learn of something, let me know," she says, getting to the point without sugarcoating. "I am Kalig the Tireless. Now, pardon me. In case we've any other surprises tonight I want to be prepared."
She looks to the group as she steps away. "We all arrived together. We should keep an eye on each other. I will meet the noble at the Inn, and I hope to see you there."
Kalig picks a small handful of berries, and bears in mind the location of the bushes for if or when she needs more, and waves her rough carved amulet over them as she mutters an incantation.
Kalig, after surveying the town and making sure all fires are out, heads to the Rusty Dragon. If she encounters anyone wounded that has not already been tended to by the town priests, she will hand them a berry, keeping one for herself if she begins to run out.
Merwyn heads to the Rusty Dragon and examines the variety of alcohol available at the bar.
She nods to Kalig. "It is always better to have someone watching your back. See you at the inn."
Breaca then turns and goes to retrieve her axe and bow from where she left them. She then heads towards the Rusty Dragon to meet with the others.
The journey to The Rusty Dragon is uneventful, save for Aldern telling one and all how brave you were in defeating the goblin horde. Too many people to count stop you and simply want to shake the hand of any one of the ‘heroes of Sandpoint.’
The Rusty Dragon is a large structure and is apparently Sandpoint’s oldest inn, notable for the impressive (and quite rusty) iron dragon that looms on the building’s roof.
You remember the owner from the free food on offer at the festival – Ameiko Kaijitsu, a pretty young woman. Your success against the goblins precedes you, helped by Aldern’s regular praising. No sooner have you entered the inn than a large table is cleared for you and Aldern. People are vying to buy you a drink – including Aldern – and Ameiko insists you stay at her inn ‘free of charge’ for as long as you’re in Sandpoint.
Aldern makes sure he is seated next to Veryl.
Horatio, for his part, takes to the role of hero with ease. Every person is met with a smile, a small bow, or a kiss to the hand - the enjoyment of the situation is evident on his face. He accepts all flattery without the faintest trace of humility. It is rather apparent that the praise is going straight to his head.
He pauses to admire the rusty structure on the roof of the tavern - "Well, I suppose that's where it gets its name from" - and when inside, makes sure he finds his way to the bar post-haste. Leaning on the bar, he smiles across it at the lovely young woman who was serving lunch earlier. "Good evening, my lady, and I must say, this is one of the finer establishments I've been in. It's not so large as the places I used to play back in old Korvosa, but it certainly has its charms. As you may have heard, I've done a rather heroic thing this evening, and I've worked up quite a thirst. I was wondering if I could trouble you for a warm spiced mead? I'm sure somebody will pay for it, considering the night's exploits. For my part, perhaps I could serenade you - or I could perform for the masses gathered here." He smacks his forehead with one hand. "Ah, but where are my manners? I am Horatio Aldebrandt, violinist extradonaire, and as of twenty minutes ago, local hero." He puts on his most winning smile, slipping easily into the routine of the charmer. Finally, something worth looking at in this backwater dump.
Surprised at first by the recognition and gratitude of the people of Sandpoint, Veryl nevertheless does his best to respond to the many handshakes, smiles and cheers, but in time his already empowered since of worth takes away the awkwardness and allows the tall man to more easily enjoy the appreciation of the people he had just had a hand in saving This will only make settling in the place even easier, after all everyone loves a hero Veryl's eyes caught sight of the rust infected dragon when they arrived at the inn, and the name of the establishment made sense to him in that moment.
Once inside Veryl unbuckled his sheathed bastard sword and propped it against the wall closest to him, but kept his short sword attached to his belt, as he began to relax Veryl noticed Aldern going out of his way to find a seat next to him The actions of this man make little to no sense, first he mocks my skills and now he wants to be seated next to me placing his non-gloved hand on the table, Veryl began to softly rap his fingers against it, his mind trying to puzzle the confounding behavior of Aldern, it almost reminded him of how he had to deal with constant the shifting mood of the noble he used to work for...then he remembered something that caused his face to go from a calm, thoughtful expression to a blank mask If I get too famous here...Inigo will definitely hear about it The thought of his former teacher sending bounty hunters and assassins to plague him was to say the least not appealing. Ideas that involved changing his appearance, false names and occupations that kept him out of the eye of the populace began running through the fugitive's head, causing him to momentarily forget how much his ego had enjoyed all the praise and cheers that had come his way.
As soon as Miro sees all the attention they're getting he draws up his hood and does his best to ignore it. Brilliant, I'd be found slower if I rode a dragon here. Upon entrance to the Rusty Dragon he lowers his hood, knowing in this kind of town indoors it would attract more attention than divert. Miro quietly asks for a water, gulping half of it down then nursing it at the table. After a moment he relaxes a bit. My business is done here, I suppose I can enjoy a day or two of relaxation and then hop town if things get hot. Miro still keeps a continual scan of the people in the tavern, but he looks less likely to jump if somebody called his name.
Kalig is unused to being offered so much attention, let alone positive attention, and finds herself tensing, cringing away from the drink-buyers, however kind their intentions. Gratitude for slaying a common threat, she understood. The intensity of the response, however, was overwhelming. She appreciated many aspects of civilization. Crowds were not one of them.
Seeing Miro also trying to avoid attention, she moves toward him, carrying some form of ale shoved into her hand by a well-wisher, using her considerably larger body to help shield him from any further invasiveness.
She gestures at a chair and gives him a questioning look, silently asking if she can sit nearby. Better protection in numbers.
Miro observes Kalig's response to the attention. She's probably used to people spitting at her as she passes. He inclines his head and moves his drink so she has room for her own. "Not used to being the town hero, are you?" He sips his water. "Quite a pain, I've almost suffered it a few times before. Always managed to pin the blame on somebody else though. Was a little harder this time since we were fighting in the open." He looks down at the new scar on his leg. "And they say I fight like a mad dog, heedless of my own life." He doesn't comment on his opinion of this, but turns his head curiously to her. "What are they saying of you?"
Kalig shakes her head. "I've helped fight raiders before. But the most hospitality I am given usually is a night to rest before I am politely asked to move on." She sniffs at the mystery drink in her hand, then sips it.
In answer to his next question: "That I am good at putting down dogs. So I hope for both our sakes they are wrong," she replies, deadpan, only at the very end adding a wry smile to her response.
"I should not look a gift horse in the mouth, but I cannot help but wonder if they expect more of us." She looks at Aldern, still boisterously ordering food and drink for their party.
Miro laughs, raising his drink "This dog has a few more tricks than swinging a sword." He watches on disapprovingly at the others who soak up the attention. "If I stared at it any harder I could see daylight out the other end. A free drink and some pats on the back, sure, but it's like they're about to throw a festival for us. The optimist in me says it's because the town hasn't had any good fighters in it in years and we just got lucky." He sips his water again. "The realist in me knows better. And Aldern isn't making it any better." He glances for what must be the twentieth time at the man sitting next to Veryl. "So it probably goes without saying you've figured out I'm not a merchant."
Her weapons retrieved, Breaca felt the familiar weight of the axe against her hip and took comfort. That's the last time I leave you behind. Never would have expected a goblin attack in daylight in a crowded city during a festival. Something is up, I can feel it. Perhaps I will go and pay their sheriff a visit tomorrow to see what he may have learned from the prisoners.
The apparent adoration of the citizens slides off her like water off a duck's back. She cared little for it, though she did acknowledge those that approached her with a polite nod here or by taking a proffered hand there. In truth, she didn't consider that she had played much of a part, other than to distract a couple of them long enough for the others to take them down. Among her own people, such actions had been the very least of what was expected of everyone. What she had done was hardly praiseworthy! For all her time among the more 'civilized', she never had been able to truly understand them. All this hullabaloo was grating her nerves.
And so it was with some relief that she reached the Rusty Dragon and opened the door.
Not that it was a whole lot better inside. She grimaced slightly, seeing the prissy little noble sitting at the table with two of her companions and making such a fuss. She spots Kalig and the halfling as she moves up to the bar and orders a drink. Free or not, she leaves the price of the ale on the counter as a tip then carries her mug over to the table. "May I join you?" She asks, looking at Kalig and Miro.
"Absolutely. I love speaking to those that detest those that love speaking." He begins glancing over at the gambling men. Don't ruin your reputation in the same day you get it. Being famous is bad, being famous AND infamous is worse. "So, don't care for the attention either I suppose? I'm not sure if having you two ladies by my side scares more away than it attracts."
Veryl's eyes began moving at relaxed and aimless pace, as his thoughts pulled him further and further away the celebratory mood of the modest but relaxing tavern, without out warning he was broken out of his worry haunted thoughts by the familiar sight of three of his companions sitting close to each other, it almost felt like they were trying to slip away from the overly joyous atmosphere that was brought about in their honor, he didn't understand why they didn't partake in the kindness that these people were offering them like he was moments before he realized that his actions could very well lead him to undesirable encounters Maybe they have pasts they'd rather avoid too, they just realized the problem of being overly famous sooner than I did While he understood such reasons, Veryl had no intention of ignoring the fruits of his labor, the fact that he had drawn attention to himself has long since passed, all he can do now is enjoy himself...Veryl' turned to face Aldern And maybe find a shield, a noble one at that Scratching at his goatee with his right hand's index finger, Veryl released a mental sigh of defeat and decided to step on his pride and go on with his plan.
Grey eyes noticed two patrons of the tavern laughing drunkenly, on the table that was right behind the nobleman, the expressions on their facades were so uncaring, so far from anxiety, one would never guess that the town had just underwent a raid, a raid by goblins but a raid nonetheless, he on the other hand had fret over whether this plan of his would work or not, cause if it didn't then he had to begin searching for other solutions and fast, he surprisingly had grown to like Sandpoint From one day and I am already thinking of this place as home? I must have been really, really glad to leave that mansion Thought Veryl as he focused on Aldern.
"Aldern...is it? I realize my performance in today's battle was a far cry from what the others had accomplished" Began Veryl, his voice calm, and the blank look that was on his face withering to reveal a more relaxed expression "But I was wondering if after the festivities have died down a bit, you could help me find work...you see I used to work as the guard of a nobleman before I came here, but working there was absolutely dreadful, and I took the first chance I could to leave" He continued, his words sounding pretty genuine, which was fairly easy since he wasn't really lying per se, just avoiding some unimportant details.
"Why do you all look so somber? We're heroes, after all! Enjoy it while it lasts!" Horatio calls back over to his new acquaintances with a grin and a merry laugh. "Honestly, you'd think they were worried of a little attention," he continues, turning back to Ameiko. "I'm sure a lovely woman such as yourself is no stranger to attention, mmm?"
Merwyn orders a shot for each of her companions and herself, and then takes a large container. She works her prestidigitation on the contents inside and opens the lid, revealing a tub of gnomish ice cream. She scoops a little dollop into each of the shots and brings a glass for each of her companions.
"I believe this is known as a float back in the old country. Enjoy!" Merwyn takes a seat next to Veryl and starts drinking herself under the table.
"So it probably goes without saying you've figured out I'm not a merchant."
"Merchants have a far more dishonest air about them than you do, Miro." She takes another drink. "I've known many travelers. I think people come to a town like this to start over. Beyond that I'll guess no further."
Not that it was a whole lot better inside. She grimaced slightly, seeing the prissy little noble sitting at the table with two of her companions and making such a fuss. She spots Kalig and the halfling as she moves up to the bar and orders a drink. Free or not, she leaves the price of the ale on the counter as a tip then carries her mug over to the table. "May I join you?" She asks, looking at Kalig and Miro.
Kalig nods and slides to make room for her.
"Absolutely. I love speaking to those that detest those that love speaking." He begins glancing over at the gambling men. Don't ruin your reputation in the same day you get it. Being famous is bad, being famous AND infamous is worse. "So, don't care for the attention either I suppose? I'm not sure if having you two ladies by my side scares more away than it attracts.
Kalig shrugs. "I am... uncomfortable... with all the congratulations about, but you did fight well. You both did." She looks around and adds quietly. "We were just saying that the reaction seems out of proportion to the deed. Though perhaps they are glad not to have their festival entirely ruined."
"Why do you all look so somber? We're heroes, after all! Enjoy it while it lasts!" Horatio calls back over to his new acquaintances with a grin and a merry laugh. "Honestly, you'd think they were worried of a little attention," he continues, turning back to Ameiko. "I'm sure a lovely woman such as yourself is no stranger to attention, mmm?"
Kalig raises an eyebrow and grimaces monstrously. "With a face like mine, this is what enjoyment looks like."
As Horatio turns back to Ameiko, Kalig rolls her eyes, and adds more softly to her companions at the table. "I do not understand why some humans like to make their mating dances so public."
"Absolutely. I love speaking to those that detest those that love speaking." He begins glancing over at the gambling men. Don't ruin your reputation in the same day you get it. Being famous is bad, being famous AND infamous is worse. "So, don't care for the attention either I suppose? I'm not sure if having you two ladies by my side scares more away than it attracts."
Breaca smirks at Miro and leans in conspiratorially.. "Perhaps we should dress as giant goblins. I am sure that would send these folk scurrying quick enough." She sighs and gives a rueful shake of her head. You would think we had slain a Linnorm that had long terrorized them,from all this talk."
"Absolutely. I love speaking to those that detest those that love speaking." He begins glancing over at the gambling men. Don't ruin your reputation in the same day you get it. Being famous is bad, being famous AND infamous is worse. "So, don't care for the attention either I suppose? I'm not sure if having you two ladies by my side scares more away than it attracts."Breaca smirks at Miro and leans in conspiratorially.. "Perhaps we should dress as giant goblins. I am sure that would send these folk scurrying quick enough." She sighs and gives a rueful shake of her head. You would think we had slain a Linnorm that had long terrorized them,from all this talk."
Kalig muses. "A linnorm! That would be a thing to see. Perhaps a brief experience though."
"I see you have an early and fresh morning in mind" Said Veryl to Merwyn, in a sarcastic but friendly manner "Or are you trying to forget something or someone?" He continued with an inquiry, his voice sounding somewhat sincere, in truth he was astonished by the number of swigs she has taken till now and wondered just how much she could imbibe before surrendering herself to the effects of the alcohol.
Veryl notices that Merwyn's definition of drinking under the table involves only two glasses of alcohol. "I haven't had much rest recently; sleep is pretty hard. Maybe this is what I wanted, but I miss it dearly."
"Don't let me ruin your party. Enjoy your celebration." She finishes her "float" and starts on the regular beer mug.
"You haven't ruined anything...yet" Chuckled Veryl, before motioning to a waitress to come closer "I'll have fish or fowl, whatever is on hand at the moment, and please see to my friend here" He moves his hand so it was pointing at Merwyn.
"Please tell me you plan to enjoy this little celebration they are throwing for us, its always a shame to waste gratitude...since it is so hard to find these day" Said the finely dressed fellow, his voice carrying some seriousness along its usual relaxed tone.
Veryl didn't know what to make of Merwyn, she seemed like a jovial enough person, but then she'd suddenly seem almost wistful and distant We all have our burdens to carry He thought to himself, as he gave the sorceress a small smile, clearly enjoying the mystery she was unintentionally providing him with.
Merwyn puts down the second glass. "You're right. I'll have whichever as well, please." It's time to live in reality, Merwyn
"I'm still not sure. Nothing seems right about this goblin attack."
"If I had to venture a guess or two, I'd say that either the town's guard were not paying enough attention to their work or that the goblin's had been smuggled here while everyone was busy with the festival" Said Veryl, his glove-less fingers dancing softly on the table "But for what purpose? With such numbers? I cannot say...the attack didn't feel rational or sensible, they didn't even try to hold on to defensible areas...but then again I learned today that goblins do not care much for rationality" Continued Veryl, letting his tongue echo the thoughts he had within.
She listens intently to Veryl's tactical analysis. "That's true, but I can't say that it felt right either."
"What were they searching for? Not wealth, because they stayed to fight instead of plundering the place. Not an afterlife, because we gave them that option. Even the idea that they were just here for the sake of killing doesn't sit well with me, since they came after us instead of attacking the civilians."
He continues, turning back to Ameiko. "I'm sure a lovely woman such as yourself is no stranger to attention, mmm?"
Ameiko smiles and clearly enjoys the flirting. "Oh, you'd be surprised just how much attention an inn owner gets in these parts, let alone a female one. So what brings you to Sandpoint?"
"If I had to guess why they came after us, I'd say its because they saw us as a large threat, especially after we took down the first group and then you took down the second" Veryl Chuckled once more "Again, I am guessing that they had a goal...honestly if I had an army and one of the units consisted of goblins, I'd send them in first to wreak havoc and cause confusion, then I'd swoop in with my main force, because as you can see aside from the wanton destruction and panic, they really didn't accomplish much" Continued Veryl, as he leaned back in his chair, appearing to stare at a corner of the tavern's ceiling.
[b"Aldern...is it? I realize my performance in today's battle was a far cry from what the others had accomplished" Began Veryl, his voice calm, and the blank look that was on his face withering to reveal a more relaxed expression "But I was wondering if after the festivities have died down a bit, you could help me find work...you see I used to work as the guard of a nobleman before I came here, but working there was absolutely dreadful, and I took the first chance I could to leave"
"Work you say?" Aldern asked and scratched his chin at the same time. "Not so sure about anything permanent at this stage but I did want to go on a boar hunt. It's close by, in Tickwood, and I'd be delighted if you'd all accept my offer to accompany me. I could even run to buying you each a steed if you'd accept."
[b"Aldern...is it? I realize my performance in today's battle was a far cry from what the others had accomplished" Began Veryl, his voice calm, and the blank look that was on his face withering to reveal a more relaxed expression "But I was wondering if after the festivities have died down a bit, you could help me find work...you see I used to work as the guard of a nobleman before I came here, but working there was absolutely dreadful, and I took the first chance I could to leave""Work you say?" Aldern asked and scratched his chin at the same time. "Not so sure about anything permanent at this stage but I did want to go on a boar hunt. It's close by, in Tickwood, and I'd be delighted if you'd all accept my offer to accompany me. I could even run to buying you each a steed if you'd accept."
I hope he isn't mocking me again, or saying this as some sort of jape, even if it isn't permeant I need the work Thought Veryl as he turned his face to the nobleman sitting next to him.
Kalig tunes in on the conversation the other part of the group is having, ears perking at boar hunt.
Kalig enjoyed hunting for food, and she would admit there was a thrill to it that was beyond the pleasure of eating the meal caught. Still, she did not enjoy those who hunted for only the sport of it. She wondered what kind of hunter Aldern tended to be, especially as he cowered behind his dog when the goblin threatened him.
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Veryl's eyebrows raised slightly, it was as if he was taken back by what appeared to be sincerity in Aldern's voice Well it seems that he's had a change of heart, he's being polite or I've misread him the first time Veryl took himself away from his thoughts and focused on the matter at hand, a job opportunity was laid bare before him and he was far too unemployed to refuse, but it came with a catch; the offer wasn't to him alone, and he had no way of knowing whether his new companions would be interested in accompanying a noble on a hunt.
"To be Honest Aldern I wouldn't mind at all, but I can't speak for all of my companions" Said Veryl, sounding quite sincere.
Once more the bastard sword wielder motioned for another waitress to approach them "If you could inform the bard over there" He pointed at Horatio "And the three people there" He pointed in the direction of Kalig, Miro and Breaca "To come over here I'd be most appreciative" He handed her a silver piece for her trouble.
Miro turns his head curiously as the waitress gives him the message. "Oh is he already ordering servants about to do his bidding? Oh you'll be a famous man yet." "I suppose we should go. I do probably owe him my life."
Kalig nods, looking between Miro and Breaca. "It seems we shall pay for the free hospitality in some way."
She gets up and approaches alongside the others.
"Wonderful! If it's okay with you, I'd like fearsome pony."