Laughing a bit, Derra spoke up saying to the bard, "That would have been me. But I was talking about having taken flea baths as a cub. Arrre you a followerrr of Shelyn as I am?"
She raised a glass to the minstrel.
"Not at all. You your companion may sit down and join me," she gestures with a hand and a warm smile, "Kirian, Kirian Ophelia at your service, humble traveling pastor and servant to Erastil. Why such events bring out the oddest of folk?"
Fenn listens to all the shifting conversation trying to buck up his spirits he replies... in Sylvan...
Fenn nods in acceptance of Lord Medyved's comments, "..Ah.. suppose tha' makes sense.. there being good and bad folks in every walk o' life.. Noble or Commoner. Ah jus' want to be a good man... and help make tha' world a bettah place ... than when Ah entered it... Ah guess tha's all any decent man can aspire fur!"
Taenweth listened to the nobleborn Gird's reply and was pleased enough by it. He seemed a polite and considerate man.
When he stood and openly invited all those to draw near and become acquainted, her dark brow rose and she could readily see nobility's hand in his undertaking and manner. He knows how to draw people to him. Perhaps he has ambitions to lead. As she waited to see if any would take him up on the invitation, she made note to ask him which Elves he had spent time with and learned from.
Taenweth picked up on the tall man's words to Fenn the Younger. There was wisdom there and she respected it because at the very least it would stop the tears and recriminations and at the most change the boy's mindset and perhaps save his short life.
"You are a holy man, Master Herger. Have you always felt a duty to serve your god? This Erastil you worship is common in the River Kingdoms and I have heard of him, but do not possess intimate knowledge of his domains. I have heard him go by the title, Stag God, but for me there is only one Stag Lord and that is Cernunnos. I suppose being nature gods they have a common purpose and so may possess an affiliation." She considered the holy man silently before continuing. "The boy, your son I suppose, will he be joining the party if you are chosen or will you leave him with kinsmen?"
He paused and looked to his son...
"Go on one more wont hurt you i suppose. See if they have any pipe tobaco for sale."
He began sending the lad on an errand clearly to get him out of earshot.
I have ... refound the faith about five years back when my wife.. his mother died. We hail originally from Irrisen, the land of the witch his mother was.... one of their ilk who got wrapped up in politics that got her and my young daughter sent to their judgement. I would bring my son along is allowed too, as we have no kin to send him too i would trust.
He paused as his son returned...
"Thats a good lad,"
He began with a smile before he stroked his beard.
"He's decent hunter for his age, and a fair shot with a bow if it comes to it, he wouldnt be a hindrance on the road."
He finished finally getting the youth to smile.
"I have a myriad of talents and do not feel compelled to list them all for I would not want to bore you with such detail. However, I will tell you that I have spent more years than some here learning and living in the forest. I am a proficient scout, have a deft hand and am quick and light of foot. If there is a trap to be disarmed or a quarry to be tracked, then I am the one you would seek for the task." The corners of her mouth turned up as in smile, but one could not say it was a smile with any certainty.
"Worry not, fair lady, you couldn't bore me if you tried." Gage smiles at Taenweth inspite of his uncertainty. Hmmm, quite a tough nut to crack
Laughing a bit, Derra spoke up saying to the bard, "That would have been me. But I was talking about having taken flea baths as a cub. Arrre you a followerrr of Shelyn as I am?"
She raised a glass to the minstrel.
”Ah, why yes I am; did something give me away?” Gage then looks around for a glass to likewise raise, and realizes that he forgot to collect one.
He gestures to a nearby barmaid. ”An ale over here if you would be so kind.”
It was while she waited that she heard Fenn the Younger's reply in Sylvan and she turned to him and quietly responded in like tongue,
I have ... refound the faith about five years back when my wife.. his mother died. We hail originally from Irrisen, the land of the witch his mother was.... one of their ilk who got wrapped up in politics that got her and my young daughter sent to their judgement. I would bring my son along if allowed too, as we have no kin to send him too i would trust.
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"He's decent hunter for his age, and a fair shot with a bow if it comes to it, he wouldn't be a hindrance on the road."
Her eyes were fixed on the elder and she barely blinked. And then she finally spoke, "He will learn from you and that is a boon to a child. That you will not abandon him is admirable. Alas, the wildlands can be a dangerous place even for a hunter with bow. And not just from wild creatures but those who would say they are friend and prove otherwise. I wish you both well and may the renewed pledge to your god keep you." Taenweth respectfully inclined her head.
"Worry not, fair lady, you couldn't bore me if you tried."
She heard Cage's charming counter and she gave an elegant sweep of her head to do any Elf or flatterer proud. "You are all kindness, Master Gage." After calling the serving maid to bring him an ale, Taenweth waited for him before asking, "Do you play an instrument? A night such as this deserves some lively music, does it not?"
"I grrreatly apprrreciate the worrrds of prraise Taenweth. My people have lived closed to the Stolen Lands forrr a long time since ourrr ancestorrrs fled ourrr ancestrrral homeland many, many yearrrs ago."
It was the way, the aggressors usurping the lands of the weaker or less war-like of people, leaving them displaced and wandering, in search of new lands to call home. She listened as Pyros spoke of conquering hardships. She had never been persecuted like Derra's kin, but she did understand returning honour to one's kind and restoring that which was lost or taken, even if the undertaking took centuries.
Pyros' whispered words moved in her mind and she enjoyed their clever banter, no matter how long they had in each other's company.
During a lull in conversation, she turned her face and whispered to Pyros in Elven once more,
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With a smile on his face and a gleam in his eye to match the elf's own, Pyros responds.
She heard Cage's charming counter and she gave an elegant sweep of her head to do any Elf or flatterer proud. "You are all kindness, Master Gage." After calling the serving maid to bring him an ale, Taenweth waited for him before asking, "Do you play an instrument? A night such as this deserves some lively music, does it not?"
Gage takes a sip of his ale before replying.
"I do play an instrument, namely the drums. I also agree that some music would be nice, but sadly I recently lost my drums in a... storytelling related accident."
He inclined his head politely to the Medvyed lordling. "Sir Medvyed. I had not expected to see so many noblemen in this gathering. I would've thought nobility to be more interested in civilized goings-on than a wild region like the Stolen Lands. Might I inquire as to your household's interests in the area?"Master Pyros, I'm only a representative of my family in this endeavour in that I have the name and if I make something of myself, i'm sure they'll be interested then. But other than that I am interested in this endeavour as it is into the relative unknown.
I'm also here to learn, a swordsman such as yourself has for instance sword techniques that I could study or at least observe.
Pyros nodded, hopeful that the nobleman told it true. I suppose it makes sense, that a lesser member of such a house might seek to make his own way, and his own fame, in an endeavour such as this. I stil wonder where his loyalties in regards to greater Brevoy, but that's no question to pursue here or now. he thought, eyes flicking to the Constable.
"Well, I'd be the first to admit I've not unlocked every secret of the sword, but perhaps we could compare techniques at some point." hesitating momentarily, he adds "I would caution you, though, that the aldori blade is in many ways unique, and techniques used with it might well be ineffective or even detrimental with a conventional longsword, scimitar, etc."
Turning to Andreas when addressed, Pyros responds. "My thanks, sir. It is always a pleasure to meet someone who appreciates good bladework."
"A lucky guess actually and plus my people have a deep love forrrr the perrrforrrmace arrrts," Derra told Gage, "I know many do not porrrtrrrray herrrr as such, but among us catfolk we porrrtrrray herrr as having a cat's head."
She nods smiling at Andreas.
"He's decent hunter for his age, and a fair shot with a bow if it comes to it, he wouldnt be a hindrance on the road."
"If you'd like I could give him a few lessons, my father and grandfather taught me as soon as I was ten. They wished for me to be able to defend the home while why where away, since I was the eldest." Autumn explained. "And let me know if he needs arrows, my mother taught me how to make them. I've been making my own arrows and bows since I was fourteen." She told him with a soft nod.
"Making a new home... yes, that is what I hope these lands will offer." The aasimar sighed sadly. "You can never forget the home you came from but that doesn't mean you cannot start again..." She stated, though it sounded more like she was trying to convince herself of the fact.
Random pulls Sir Andreas aside for a quick word "Is it common for tallfolk to take objection to friendmaking? Embarrassment is not a great burden like sorrow, bearing heavy on your shoulders; embarrassment pushes people closer together instead of dragging them down. Look at how relaxed they are now, how each new development is taken in stride. Random, seeing that he isn't fully convinced, steels himslef and carries on in a "We are headed to the wildlands of the fey, It's singing in my blood I can feel it. So I made myself a friend, and gave you all a taste of what to expect should we meet the keepers of the land we are to charter. If that is still an objectionable offense, then I'm afraid I have no more to say." having said his piece, Random wanders off to order himself a drink.
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"Well, I'd be the first to admit I've not unlocked every secret of the sword, but perhaps we could compare techniques at some point." hesitating momentarily, he adds "I would caution you, though, that the aldori blade is in many ways unique, and techniques used with it might well be ineffective or even detrimental with a conventional longsword, scimitar, etc."
"I use the Gladius myself a variant shortsword that allows the cut and thrust game. Yes that is true, but if I am good student I would hopefully able to take techniques and training and adapt them to my own fighting style."
"I do play an instrument, namely the drums. I also agree that some music would be nice, but sadly I recently lost my drums in a... storytelling related accident."
"Watch out Master Gage that sounds like the beginning of an Epic there, one that may take years in the telling."
Not missing a beat after being addressed by the noble, Gage adds "I quite agree, good sir. Suffice to say that my drums were made with some valor, and they shan't be forgotten."
Vitellia gives Kirian an approving nod. "I'd say Erastil's favor is precisely the blessing this expedition needs. Your cohort do much good in frontier regions."
In response to the halfling woman's question: "My father once noted that the profession of adventure never fails to attract a diverse crowd. While I certainly do not mind, there are many folk in attendance who's likeness I have not previously encountered and it is much to take in. Additionally, the pace of the evening has grown quite chaotic and, while I certainly do not fear change, I am slow to adapt to it."
She chuckles at herself. "I suppose that's a long-winded way of saying I'm a bit of a stick in the mud, despite my best efforts."
A young man walks into The Champion looking for a quiet place to drink. Seeing the crowd that has come for some special event he turns around and leaves.
Andreas' demeanor softens a bit at Taenweth's words and her eyes. I meant no offense, I was just trying to learn your name. Taenwith it is then.
Andreas looks down at his arm when Taenwith touches it. His words are lower in volume but hold still that polite neutral tone. My words were not meant to enrage...merely to inform. Aggression in this room could lead to a misunderstanding. Many in here may not have your resolve to such childish behavior. We need to pull together and be able to work as a team, not antagonize those that will possibly work with you. I do hope that he is just eager, and I wish him luck tonight.
The Elven rogue understood the intention, but believed the gnome would not be pleased.
"I am not offended." Otherwise the offender would be without tongue. The latter was uttered only in her mind for to say such a thing in the Human world would be ill-advised. She had nothing against Andreas, for he was amiable enough and attentive. Anyway, she didn't want to cut out his tongue for he had caused no offence. It was simply in her nature to act against such transgressions or was it that she was taught to retaliate by her parents and brother...
"My resolve?", the remark made her smile. She could be quite chaotic in emotion and was only tempered by training, presence of mind and age. Not all battles were worth fighting. "Over my years, I have seen more unbridled vitality. And he corrected the issue with my hair, so there was nought to anger me. I am prone to a fierce temper when it is warranted." A short melodic laugh followed as if to minimise the statement. "Perhaps Master Random should have turned my hair red." And again, she was making jest and hoped the cavalier could see it in her face and stance.
As Andreas addressed some of the newer arrivals, Taenweth discreetly responded to Pyros' new counter,
"You believe me wise, well then, have at it, and admire freely, Master Pyros."
The conversation was flowing fast and furiously around her and she was attempting to address all the speakers. She hadn't talked so much in her life!
"I do play an instrument, namely the drums. I also agree that some music would be nice, but sadly I recently lost my drums in a... storytelling related accident."
"A pity they are lost, Master Gage. And mayhap, later this evening, you can retell the incident that led to the loss."
Gird of House Medvyed seemed to be inspiring the bard into an epic oratory and Gage eagerly responded in jest. How much valour could drums possess? She felt that Gage could certainly embellish and entertain.
Taenweth let the males speak among themselves for a moment and her eyes roamed about the tavern, wondering if she was the only Elf present this night.
"Making a new home... yes, that is what I hope these lands will offer." The aasimar sighed sadly. "You can never forget the home you came from but that doesn't mean you cannot start again..." She stated, though it sounded more like she was trying to convince herself of the fact.
Taenweth heard Autumn reply to the holy man, Herger, and she noted the melancholy sigh.
What deep loss has she suffered in her long life? The sadness had been there all evening and she wanted to ask the reason for it. But people were entitled to their emotions.
Taenweth merely replied in a quiet manner, "Mayhap it can be a new start. It isn't foolish to want a home of one's own and a life dictated only by a person's own will."
Mamise bows to Pyros, Gage, Derra and the others who acknowledged her. "I apologize again for deceiving you, but believe me, many I time I found people to be put off by who I am. I was run out of villages with sticks and stones, I was rarely trusted and easily blamed. Disguising was necessary to me." Heh. Let them believe that I'm being open and honest with everything, I wonder what they would do if they learned that I speak both Elven and Sylvan.
It was while she waited that she heard Fenn the Younger's reply in Sylvan and she turned to him and quietly responded in like tongue,
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Fenn smiles, it a bit somber but he's making an effort...
Replying in Elven...
Shivering from the cold she is still not used to Regina swings her leg over the saddle and slides down. Grinning as she walks Nila to a stall, "Would you look at that you have company. I promise to bring you something later precious."
Ignoring her shivers as best she can Regina takes the time to remove the saddle and brush her wounder mount. Once satisfied with that she throws a blanket over the grey horse and moves to get her fresh hey and water. Running her hands along Nila's neck and pressing her forehead to the horses snout, "Wish me luck Nila. This has to happen and it will be great." Grabbing her bag ans slinging it over her shoulder. Before rushing to the door of the door The Champion. Sighing at the noise Of course I am late. before opening the door and slipping in.
Taking moment to look around before her eyes zero in on the man that needs to be impressed,Edran Hull. Quick steps take the short copper haired woman across the room. Stopping just before Edran Hull. "Hello Sir. You are Edran Hull correct?"
"I am Regina Caro, from the Pathfinders Society. They sent me here to try to get in on this expedition. I am to, assuming you let me join, give an accurate accounting of the groups explorations of the Greenbelt and obviously assist them in every way that I am able to."
Mamise bows to Pyros, Gage, Derra and the others who acknowledged her. "I apologize again for deceiving you, but believe me, many I time I found people to be put off by who I am. I was run out of villages with sticks and stones, I was rarely trusted and easily blamed. Disguising was necessary to me."
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"Now now, no need to be so apologetic. As you say, you’ve had quite a difficult time before."
Gage pauses to take a gulp of his ale.
"Even though I have traveled around a bit, you’re the first lady fox I’ve seen. I can easily see more sedentary folks, especially farmers, not liking someone who reminds them of certain sly chicken thieves from the forest.”
Gage finishes his ale and then looks up thoughtfully for a moment before turning from a lady fox to a foxy lady.
"A pity they are lost, Master Gage. And mayhap, later this evening, you can retell the incident that led to the loss."
”I would love to share that epic; hopefully we can find the time to tell that tale.”
Turning slightly to address the inquisitor of house Medvyed, Gage asks
”We said it would take years for the tale of the sacrifice of my valiant drums, didn’t we? Would you like to hear it too, good sir?”
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"Of course master Gage.. I have meager skills in the area of story telling and performance, so I think I would benefit greatly in both mirth and knowledge from your Epic!"
Gird raises his voice a little
"it seems we have several servants of the gods here, I know of Herger and Kirian as servants of Erastil, I am a servant of Kelinahat, what other faiths do we have represented in our merry group?"
Gage's "chicken thieves" remark arrives just as Mamise is biting a chicken wing and makes her chuckle. "Thieves, deceivers, seducers and all kinds of scoundrels, I've heard the tales and I assure you, I would be the first not to trust a kitsune outside of a forest village." She turns to look at Andreas, conjuring a brief explanation of the uncommon character traits of her race for him and those around. "There's some sort of a dual nature in our race: some are highly bound to tradition, live deep in the woods, stuck to a rigid social hierarchy, while others feel a reckless wanderlust that leads them to live their life on the road, ever moving and shifting. Myself, I'm somehow of both worlds. I fled my own home, due to some... disagreement with the village elders, but I stayed a long time with the Vorvani, and here I am, looking for a new place to settle."
At Gage's offer, her eyes light up and her ears visibly flick upwards in genuine enthusiasm. "Ooooh, Master Gage, tales are among the best gifts one could bestow! Please start narrating, and then I shall reciprocate, a tale for a tale! Do you know Carmilla, the Rose-Killer? Or, on a lighter note, The Most Deplorable Story of Tasteless Egwan?"
Once done speaking with Constable Hull the short woman wonders over to the bar to collect, "Whatever you would recommend, please." Once armed with a little liquid courage she before looking around the room. Oh furry people... I will keep my hands to myself. This will be only drink I guess.
Adjusting the weight of the bag in her hand before walking over to the noisy table. A wide grin forms when she hears the mention of stories. Putting on a friendly smile, "My apologies for interrupting but you mentioned stories and that is sort of my goal. Do you mind if I sit in and listen? I am Regina Caro by the way."
The human woman standing before you asking to join in is just over five feet tall with pale skin. Regina has dark brown eyes and copper colored hair which has little streaks of pale yellow and light purple in it. Her hair is pulled up into pigtails and held in place by twisted copper pieces.
If allowed to sit down she would take off her damp red cloak to reveal a a white button down shirt with a red vest over it. The vest has a symbol sewn on it over her heart. Her black pants are tucked into her boots.
"Thank you again... milady, your kindness will not be forgotten... and I will try not to be a nuisance on your time and patience."
Replying in her native tongue, she gave the half-blood a faraway smile,
Gird raises his voice a little
"it seems we have several servants of the gods here, I know of Herger and Kirian as servants of Erastil, I am a servant of Kelinahat, what other faiths do we have represented in our merry group?"
"The Stag Lord, Cernunnos, although in my village there are shrines to Calistria, Desna, Gozreh and Nethys which are tended by their faithful."
"My apologies for interrupting but you mentioned stories and that is sort of my goal. Do you mind if I sit in and listen? I am Regina Caro by the way."
"Please sit, Mistress Caro. You are welcome to any story that is told. I am Taenweth Vandiir."
"Thank you Mistress Vandiir." Tucking her bag under her chair and draping her cloak over the back of the chair before sitting down. Food forgotten with the promise of a tale.
"Desna is worrrrshiped by catfolk, although we catfolk hold up Shelyn as the highest amongst ourrrr deities," Derra said.
When Gage mentioned he knew various stories, the catfolk cavalier wagged her tail and purred.
"Oh! You must sharrre yourrr storrrries with us Gage! We catfolk just love us a good tale!"
She then turned to others and spoke in Sylvan, "Bheadh sé cosúil go bhfuil daoine eile a labhraíonn an teanga an Sí."
"It would seem that there are others who speak the language of the faerie."
Taenweth merely replied in a quiet manner, "Mayhap it can be a new start. It isn't foolish to want a home of one's own and a life dictated only by a person's own will."
Autumn offered the woman a kind smile. "The chance to start over, and make up for my failure, is what keeps me going." She told her honestly.
"it seems we have several servants of the gods here, I know of Herger and Kirian as servants of Erastil, I am a servant of Kelinahat, what other faiths do we have represented in our merry group?"
"I am also a follower of Erastil as well." Autumn said as she held up an old Erastil holy symbol.
She then turned to others and spoke in Sylvan, "Bheadh sé cosúil go bhfuil daoine eile a labhraíonn an teanga an Sí."
"Sea, is cosúil go leor go mbeadh a fhios teanga seo. Is teanga maith a bheith acu sa fiáin." She informed the young catfolk.
Merciful Gods they are bouncing languages. Please let them keep it to the ones that I know. Damn roads I really wish I had gotten here earlier. No telling what I missed. Taking a sip of her drink before speaking up, "If it would not be to much to ask could I get everyone's names? I have missed the previous introductions."
”I would love to share that epic; hopefully we can find the time to tell that tale.”
"With our newest arrival seated, and House Medvyed's approval, the floor is yours, Master Gage. Share with us the tale of the lost and valiant drums."
Taenweth settled back in her chair, goblet in hand.
"Thank you Mistress Vandiir."
The Elf politely inclined her head to the copper-haired human girl.
Autumn offered the woman a kind smile. "The chance to start over, and make up for my failure, is what keeps me going." She told her honestly.
"Failure brings with it a new kind of experience, a deeper understanding of our mettle. That you have acknowledged your own failing and seek to overcome it is admirable, Mistress Moon."
She then turned to others and spoke in Sylvan, "Bheadh sé cosúil go bhfuil daoine eile a labhraíonn an teanga an Sí."
"Is againn a théann trí fhearann an Fey agus is meas a labhairt a dteanga ar mhaithe le síocháin agus comhaltachta. Is féidir iad a capricious, go háirithe mar sin nuair a slighted." The words were spoken quietly as she remained comfortably seated.
"Hah! Tá a fhios agam rud éigin faoi na tíre cothrom, d'fhás mé beagnach suas ina measc! Tá siad an chúis agam a fhaightear cumhachtaí draíochta..."
"Well met, Madam Caro. My name is Mamise Iwani," the kitsune's appearance flickers back to the young and short girl for a handful of seconds, before returning to her fox-like appearance. "from Gronzi. Pleasure to make your acquaintance."
A wide smile forms on Regina's lips at the shift in form Mamise displays, "It is a pleasure to meet you Madem Iwani."
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So many that follow Erastil.. but good to see Desna and Shelyn getting the nod from Catfolk. I remember a mention of Cernunnos n my short time in Kyonin looks like i'm going to have my work cut out for me, spreading the teachings of She of the Ebon Wings."
At Regina's request for names
"I am Gird Medvyed, of the Noble House Medvyed of eastern Brevoy, and also an Inquisitor of Kelinahat."
"Bhuel an Medvyed bhfuil stair fhada de gcomhar leis an fey a bhfaca siad go bhfuil Gronzi foraoise Medvyed gcríoch, táimid ag obair leo do na glúine."
"Well the Medvyed have a long history of association with the fey seeing as Gronzi forest is Medvyed territory, we have worked with them for generations."
Gage calls for another ale while Regina greets Edran Hull.
"Thank you Mistress Vandiir." Tucking her bag under her chair and draping her cloak over the back of the chair before sitting down. Food forgotten with the promise of a tale.
While she seats herself, Gage welcomes his new tankard.
”Of course it isn’t too much, you can always ask about appellations. On the other hand, whether you’ll get an answer or not can sometimes be another matter entirely. Call me Gage.”Gage welcomes his refill as well, and takes a gulp before continuing.
”Fortunately, or unfortunately perhaps, we won’t have time for the full story. I hope the abridged version will suffice.
But first, a storytelling aide!”
Gage intones a magic word while gesturing strangely.
”Prestidigitation!”
Gage turns to Taenweth while making some small crude dolls and doll furniture appear.
”You said something about red hair, didn’t you? I can fix that for you if you like… well, for about an hour.”
He punctuates the statement with a small shrug.
"It was merely said in jest to Sir Andreas. My brown hair suits me fine. Thank you, Master Gage." She already had her hair turned purple this night and one colour trick was more than enough.
In response to Gird's question about deities, Pyros says "Milani's everblooming rose lights my path and gives me hope for the future." having said so, aloud, Pyros glances around to gauge responses, specifically watching the Constable and noble scions. The Everbloom, in her aspect as patron of rebellion, was often not well looked-on by those who held the reigns of power. He had been hesitant to reveal even this much, nevermind his familial hatred of the Rogarvias and the freedom they had stolen from Rostland.
"It was merely said in jest to Sir Andreas. My brown hair suits me fine. Thank you, Master Gage." She already had her hair turned purple this night and one colour trick was more than enough.
”Right of course, 'tis a fine shade of brown, back to the story then.”
Gage takes a sip of ale and then rubs his beard for effect.”About a day's travel from here, almost exactly two days ago, I was providing entertainment at the local inn.”
Gage sets up the scene with the few dolls he made, having some small trouble with a rather (distorted but) muscular looking one carrying several tiny axes of varying sizes.
There is a group of dolls on one side of Gage near the table's edge, and a lone doll with two small lumps atop a rather squished vegetable on Gage's other side.
”I had just finished drumming a rather cheerful tune and started telling a rather amusing tale named The Three Little Vikings and the Big Bad Linnorm.”
Gage interrupts his story briefly to address Mamise.
”-which reminds me, Mamise, I've never heard of that other one, but it’s funny that you mention Egwan; I was originally planning to follow up the viking story with his.”
Gage casts Herger a quick glance before continuing. As he speaks he starts moving the larger hatchet laden doll from the back of his tiny doll audience to the front.
”Anyway, it turns out that visiting the inn that same day was an ulfen warrior who cared too much for drink, but didn’t care much for lighthearted stories about ancient serpents, nor did he like the term ‘viking’. He voiced his disquiet with the help of a few of his many hatchets.”
Gage punctuates the sentence by taking all the tiny hatchets off the larger figure and sprinkling them over the doll on the vegetable, which could’ve possibly passed for a bard with a drum set.
”I thought I was done for that day, but my drumset dove into the line of fire for me, absorbing at least two blades that I know of.” Gage raises his tankard and then takes another sip of ale. ”twas a very gallant end, to a very valorous set of drums.”
Putting down his beverage, he continues.
”After that I obviously had to avenge my drums, and I ah” Gage retrieves his bull whip. ”Whipped some sense into the poor fellow.”
Gage cracks his whip for emphasis.
Being served her meal, Kirian slowly begins to eat, "They also seem to be a bit nosy as well. Keep any conversation you make not personal. Ears about."