@Norvallen
"Ah Rostland. I see that is close. I know nothing of the politics you speak of though. I will take your word for it."
@Minakeh
"I see. I live around here. Two days walk into the stolen lands. The lands this expedition is to explore. I was being taught here by a nobel the art of swordsmanship, but he is away and wishes me to serve his name by joining this expedition. Also the lands are becoming overran of bandits, they all deserve to die for their crimes."
His emotions quickly change to anger and frustration as he speaks of the bandits.
@Anghus
"Nice little tune, but the lady is right, We eat on these tables. We don't need the mud and horse shit of your boots littering about on them. I know the name Cheliax but nothing of the place. Perhaps a song from there would tell us of it."
@Zartana
Tristan smiles as she begins to talk a bit on the naughty side. He is young and lacking of experience, evident as he shy's away from her.
Portrait of Gaspar
Gaspar is a pretty man, no doubt. Particularly for a thirty-something year old half-elf. Standing at 5'10" and weighing in at 178 lbs, he isn't particularly large or small - whether you're judging him as a human, and elf, or a half-elf. When he's the clothing that he's made to wear in the company of nobles, his physique seems fairly unremarkable. His musculature isn't particularly bulky or noteworthy , though it is difficult to size him up accurately when he's wearing the baggier and showier courtier's clothing.
Gaspar's skin is a light - almost golden - brown color. While a little lighter than many of the humans that hail from Osirion, no doubt a result of his obvious elven heritage, it is still very clear to any who see him that he is from a sunnier place than Brevoy. His hair and small bit of chin hair are a solid midnight black, but his eyes are strangely an icier blue color that contrasts heavily with his skin and hair. His ears are clearly pointed, but obviously too small to belong to a full blooded elf. His jaw is square and strong, leading to his somewhat larger chin. Though large, his chin manages to not seem bulbous and just accents his long face. He has a somewhat long, but narrow nose that's quite proportional to his face.
He is currently wearing Osirion courtier's clothing, which is very baggy and almost entirely white. The exception to this being the ruby colored front piece of cloth that turns itself into a half cloak around the back. His hands and ankles down to his feet are also wrapped in light silky material with ruby colored embroidery that meets the rest of his clothing's embroidery nicely. He is also wearing a couple of jeweled ear cuffs, an amulet that appears to be only for show, and two rings. One of the rings is encrusted in a few very tiny rubies while the other just looks like a solid platinum ring with something engraved on the outside in elven. Anyone who looks closely and can read elven can see 'To my son; I love you. From your father; I am proud. If we don't say it, this means it.'
When you saw Gaspar before changing his clothing, you got a somewhat different take on his appearance.
When he's wearing his standard attire there is a lot more room to move and a bit more skin showing. His shoulders are about as broad as an average human tapering to a thinner waist, but still what might be considered only a little thinner than average for a human. His muscles are very well defined. His biceps, and indeed arms in general, are no larger than average, but every detail can easily be made out throughout his arms which is what can also be said about his chest, back, and torso.
When he saw you looking at him just before approaching the building, he looked over at you and smirked, giving you a subtle head nod before continuing.
After Lord Alystair had taken his scroll, he nodded to the human who had followed just behind him .
"That's why I'm here. That's what I'm guessing this lot is here about." Gaspar spoke assuredly, though in a bit stronger of an Osirion accent now.
He kept a lighthearted smirk on his face. Gaspar had to remember that Osirion was his first language. Speaking Teldane might cause him to come across as a bit of an ass. A bit more of one than he already was anyway.
"We seem a colorful lot." Gaspar pulled up a seat and leaned back in it. Then, glancing now at the gnome. "Perhaps some of us more than others?"
Spotting Lord Alystair wasn't difficult. Gaspar quickly, but composedly, made his way across the bar to him.
"Good day. Lord Alystair I presume?" Gaspar spoke only a little shakily. Subtle enough to make him proud of himself. Assuming a confirmation of his question, Gaspar removed the scroll from its case. "I am Gaspar Khemet. I have a letter addressed to you from my father. I am here regarding your expedition into the Stolen Lands."
Gaspar held out the scroll. Despite the slight nervousness one might detect in his voice, his hand was eerily steady.
Lord Alystair takes the scroll, a twist of wry amusement on his face, "Thank you. Long travels, I see. I doubt you expected to be one of the least exotic applicants here today."
"My lord. I am Tristan d'Arden. I was told by my lord Cedric Orlovsky that you received a letter on my behalf. I wish to provide my services as a guide to your venture into the stolen lands. I am well aware of the bandit problem as I just left my home. I buried my parents there no more than a few days ago. I returned to find them slain. I have honed my skills with a blade under Lord Cedric. Please allow me to join in your exploration. I know the land well."
The lord accepts the letter and answers somberly. "We shall see, but you seem to have a better reason than most to come along."
@Zartana
Anghus scowls at the scalding from the female drow. He laughed it off and remained setting on the table. " Correct way to act in front of a noble? That's hillarious" he continued to laugh and shook his head slightly. " The rich bastards can like it or lump it, they don't deseve any more respect than those they exploit to serve them."
@Roonfizzle
" Well I'll be a gobo's uncle, I didn't even see ya come in. The two of us hiding in the underbrush could really cause some chaos for those bandits south of here! Well Met Roonie, I'm Anghus!
@Tristan
" I suppose that's some better reasoning Tristan, but as Roonie and our little Kobold friend can attest to, it's a human's world, and sometimes you just like to see your peers eye-to-eye." He double-checked his boots, they weren't too dirty. " Furthermore, I'd rather not sing about that pit, I'd rather not even mention it. But there a nation of big-heads obsessed with tyranny and rank. Militant and devil-worshipping, and they've got a nasty habit of enslaving and sacrificing my kind...All-around just really a nation of a&*@%!#s, frankly."
Gaspar grinned as Lord Alystair's words filled his ears.
"Ah, exotic is so relative. Here, everyone is exotic to me."
Gaspar shrugged, then moved his shoulders to fix his posture.
"I suppose I prefer it that way."
@roonfizzle
Huh!? When did you show up?
@Norvallen
M' names Minakeh Deepriron. I'm a rostlander too. But I've lived my whole life on the estate of Count Bogoro Lodovka outside New Stetvan.
@Anghus
Minakeh cracks a smile at Anghus' song and laughs.What kind of man would I be if I denied having a drink or three?! I get the attention of a barmaid and get a large tankard of ale. I raise the tankard and yell, Måtte drikke som går ned, ikke komme opp igjen! and take a hearty Ulfen swig.
@Tristan
Sounds like you really don't like bandits. I can't say I've ever dealt with them personally, but I've overheard enough from the Count and his merchants to know that they are, generally, not good people.
@Jamahzin"]
the light level is fairly low.
As you enter the taproom and begin to adjust your goggles, your vision focuses on two men rushing from the side of who can only be Lord Alystair. Their weapons are drawn and they knock several chairs to the side as they rush to your position.
A young bearded man with a large hammer stands and lifts the weight high. Everyone stops at a sudden imperious voice. "I SAID ALL COMERS! LEAVE THE THING BE!"
The two bladed men back slowly to the noble's side and the man with the hammer sits again. Lord Alystair indicates that you should approach. "Pray you have an invitation, beast." He accepts your letter with no sign of concern and reads.
"Be careful. You have my protection here, but outside these doors you are a monster. I'm amazed you even made it here alive . . ."
Tristan takes a seat among the others after he speaks to Lord Alystair.
"Greetings all. I am Tristan." He gets the attention of one of the barmaids.
"My lady, is the drink being provided for? If so a cup of ale please. If not then just some water."
Stella yells down the stairs, "Slip! Get the guy who looks poorer than you some water. Don't bother to clean the glass!
Minakeh takes a confident pose, chest out, shoulders back, etc., and walks up to Lord Alystair. Minakeh bows. Greetings, my lord. I am Minakeh Deepiron and I'm here to apply for your expedition. Minakeh pulls out a fancy envelope sealed with wax and hands it to Alystair. Here is my Letter of Introduction form Count Bogoro Lodovka in New Stetven.
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"Hmm. Even the Northmen are smaller here. Well, take a seat. The door is still swinging."
@Cassandra Lupin
"Sorry to bother but I had a few questions."
As Cassanda begins to pepper Lord Alystair with questions, he throws his hands up in disbelief, "Girl, don't bother me with your prattling. I have other applicants to receive. If you must have answers . . ." he looks side to side and his gaze falls on the young man with the hammer. "Ask the boy. He knows enough and no more than I would risk telling."
@Roonfizzle Garnackle
Lord Alystair gives a sight start as your hands rise to the table, but gives no other signal of surprise or concern. He accepts both letters and nods at your introduction.
As Cassanda begins to pepper Lord Alystair with questions, he throws his hands up in disbelief, "Girl, don't bother me with your prattling. I have other applicants to receive. If you must have answers . . ." he looks side to side and his gaze falls on the young man with the hammer. "Ask the boy. He knows enough and no more than I would risk telling."
She of course turns to him expectantly. The questions come only after an answer rather than as one long string.
Tristan stares a bit as the lord speaks to him, just long enough to become uncomfortable.
"Forgive me my lord. My master was teaching me proper talk and manners and all, but I still have a ways to go. Is it alright to go sit with the others now."
As the lord nods he takes a seat.
@Anghus
"Sounds like not a nice place. I feel you will find the stolen lands peaceful compared to the city, but dangerous in its own ways."
@Minakey
"Not nice people. They sell their souls for a bit of coin. I will see them all put to sword if I have my say."
She of course turns to him expectantly. The questions come only after an answer rather than as one long string.As Cassanda begins to pepper Lord Alystair with questions, he throws his hands up in disbelief, "Girl, don't bother me with your prattling. I have other applicants to receive. If you must have answers . . ." he looks side to side and his gaze falls on the young man with the hammer. "Ask the boy. He knows enough and no more than I would risk telling."
The young man seems to have not noticed or willfully ignored your interaction. His eyes remain fixated on the armored girl who walked in earlier.
@Jamahzin"]
the light level is fairly low.
As you enter the taproom and begin to adjust your goggles, your vision focuses on two men rushing from the side of who can only be Lord Alystair. Their weapons are drawn and they knock several chairs to the side as they rush to your position.
A young bearded man with a large hammer stands and lifts the weight high. Everyone stops at a sudden imperious voice. "I SAID ALL COMERS! LEAVE THE THING BE!"
The two bladed men back slowly to the noble's side and the man with the hammer sits again. Lord Alystair indicates that you should approach. "Pray you have an invitation, beast." He accepts your letter with no sign of concern and reads."Be careful. You have my protection here, but outside these doors you are a monster. I'm amazed you even made it here alive . . ."
Cassandra scurries into the tavern at the sound of commotion, one hand on the kukri at her side. The red scales did indeed belong to a kobold and some didn't take kindly to his appearance. And that was enough for her. She takes a protective position behind the kobold, a kukri in hand, and wild look in her eye. Indeed the shy, clumsy girl from before had been replaced by a beast. Her teeth seemed sharper, her eyes more predatory, and her presence more intimidating. When they backed off so did she. She takes a deep breath and let's it go. "You are not a monster," she says more herself than the kobold.
Lord Alystair looks with a touch more attention at the awkward girl. "You have a touch more spirit than I originally gave you credit for girl," his voice cools noticably. "I would be careful how you spend it. The beast is in no danger. I strongly recommend you sheathe your weapons."
You notice you finally have the attention of the young man with a hammer, and the Warriors at each of Lord Alystair's sides have crossed their swords in defense of the noble.
Cassandra growls, yes, actually growls at the men still trying to look threatening. Cubs compared to the bears in the forest she called home. "The beast probably has a name and was courageous enough walk in unarmed. They could at least respect that before pouncing." She maintains a defensive posture but does sheathe the weapon. This was a harsh reminder of the truth of things. Pride told her to ignore the attention of the man she was supposed to ask questions of. But practicality told her to use this opportunity. "You done ogling enough to speak full sentences." Compromises.
The door of the Randy Sasquatch opens once more as a young lady makes her entrance.
She wears a fine black and gold dress that seems fit for higher society, a garland of white roses holds her red hair together in an elaborate hairstyle behind her head while still leaving some locks of hair to frame gracefully her face.
Still her Gown sports a slightly larger cut than customary, she sports high boots with no heels and a beautiful rapier is secured on her side suggesting more practicality to the attire than what a first impression would presume and an adventurous disposition.
She looks around her noticing several patrons, most of them identifiable as adventurers or sellswords of sorts and finally locating the person she really is interested in.
She quietly clears her throat and approaches the nobleman with a corteous smile.
"Lord Alystair Boehnre I presume..." she says addressing him just before placing a hand over her heart and hinting at a small bow with her head.
She then offers him her hand announcing.
"Your grace... My name is Veronica D'Ambrosia, Daughter of lady Eloise of the cadet branch of House Lebeda. I'm at your service Mylord"
Seeing Cassandra's actions, Norvallen quickly stands and moves towards her.
"Calm down there, Cassandra." Norvallen says trying to put her at ease, his hands are open and calm as his ponytail drapes over his shoulder and down his front. "That little one got here just fine on his own, and Lord Alystair there already said he is protected while in this establishment."
"Lets just find a place to sit down, take a breath, and NOT act aggressive near the person we all came to meet?" Norvallen gestures towards the less filled tables near Lord Alystair and his guards. Waiting to see if Cassandra and the kobold will take up the offer.
Looking at Jamahzin he states, "Names Norvallen, and lets get out of the way before something else happens that might scare someone to death."
As the guards charged I explaimed "AHH! I'm unarmed"
I sigh in relief after the guards back down, then in a quick retort "Rude" he proclaims to one of the guards that rushed him. Turning to Cassandra only noticing her after she spoke, his expression probably showing a mixture of joy and wonder. "Thank you, mam, My name's Jamahzin! might I ask what yours is?
@Norvellen
"Huff, i heard what you said earlier, but i'll join if she does" motioning to Cassandra.
Tristan stands abruptly knocking over his chair, hand on the pommel of his sword as the girl rushed in with a dagger. As he notices her being defensive he calms himself and looks to the room.
"No need to be all jumpy here. Miss I don't know much of the city but weapons should remain in their sheathed if not looking for trouble."
He picks up the chair and sits back at the table.
"What is with all that growling and stuff anyways. Making us country people look bad like we don't know how to use words or something. The little beast is fine come sit down."
"Not him I am worried about," she says scanning the other patrons. When the kobold transforms, her eyes widen and seems to reset her back to her earlier self. "Probably should have started with that. Just until you could have guaranteed your safety."
Tristan stands abruptly knocking over his chair, hand on the pommel of his sword as the girl rushed in with a dagger. As he notices her being defensive he calms himself and looks to the room.
"No need to be all jumpy here. Miss I don't know much of the city but weapons should remain in their sheathed if not looking for trouble."
He picks up the chair and sits back at the table.
"What is with all that growling and stuff anyways. Making us country people look bad like we don't know how to use words or something. The little beast is fine come sit down."
"Which makes it effective against both. Civilized are caught off guard and country know better."
Minakeh jumps up with the commotion and starts to draw a hand crossbow with the hand not filled holding his tankard and aims it at the people going after the Kobold. But as things calm back down he calmly sits back down and takes a drink of ale.
Well then! That escalated quickly! And deescalated just as quickly! He takes one more drink.
@Cassandra While all that growlin' is effective at freakin' the civilized folk out, miss, it can lead to ... disadvantageous circumstances.
@Cassandra & Minakeh
"I find any form of intimidation can be disadvantageous, regardless of the source" He ponders for a moment, "though when ever I try to intimidate people it really does end up badly, *shyly* so much better to be friends"
"What, implying that you were the most bizarre sight for leagues now?" Norvallen tries to recall what he said earlier that may have given offense, before wincing at the end.
"Yeah, forgive me on that one. I was trying to joke with Zartana, the drow over there, due to the fact we also tended to stand out with our white hair until we arrived here and saw each other along with Cassandra here." Norvallen states with a pained grin. "Damn hypocritical of me to dish out exactly what I hated myself over the years, so again I'm sorry for that."
Roonie meanders over to Jamahzin after the dust settles, and sits down next to him with his bowl and tankard of water, and a gleam in his eyes.
"You know, regardless if we end up on this venture together, as it seems there are quite a few folks who are interested, I was wondering if you would mind discussing something near and dear to, perhaps, both our hearts. I speak of Traps, of course! Are you one of the crafter's of your kin? I myself have been fascinated with them for... well, the last 80 years, give or take, since I fell into a simple pit trap. One that I'd SEEN, the first time, and then fell in not 10 minutes later as we retreated back down a hallway under a hail of crossbow fire. Jermlains if I recall correctly."
@Minakeh's toast
"What he said, Whatever it was!" Shouted the little halfling right after Minakeh's yell. He raised his tankard in turn and finished off the ale.
He went to the halfling girl and secured another drink, ensuring her that this one was on the tattooed half-orc.
@Jamahzin/Cassandra related commotion
The little halfling returns from the downstairs with ale in hand just in time to see the lord's guards nearly cut down the little Kobold. A hand is on his rapier as quick as he's able, but as his new Ulfen drinking buddy had noted, the situation escalated quickly, and then calmed nearly as fast.
He nearly spits his drink out when he see's the Kobold's best halfling impersonation." By the Gods, What am I drinking?" He asked, leveling the dirty ale in front of his eyes. After a moment or two, Anghus shrugged it off and took another swig.
@Cass
"Well I fer one like the growling, something about it seems to suits ya, Cass"
Veil looked over his scrolls carefully at the bar as the jeers came from others at his somber song.
"Fine you wish for me to sing a hearty tail! Gird your loins!"
Oh, there once was a hero named Ragnar the Red
Who came riding to Whiterun from ole Rorikstead
And the braggart did swagger and brandish his blade
As he told of bold battles and gold he had made
But then he went quiet, did Ragnar the Red
When he met the shield-maiden Matilda, who said;
"Oh, you talk and you lie and you drink all our mead
Now I think it's high time that you lie down and bleed!"
And so then came clashing and slashing of steel
As the brave lass Matilda charged in, full of zeal
And the braggart named Ragnar was boastful no more-
When his ugly red head rolled around on the floor!
@Jamahzin & Minakeh
"I'll leave the diplomacy to you two then with people." she concedes, "but when a bear or tiger or bandit decides to make a meal of you you'll be happy to have someone that can speak their language. Did you forget what it is we're doing? We have to survive first."
@Jamahzin That's a good motto to live by. Minakeh pulls a chair up to the table next to him and puts a mug of ale in-front of it. Sit! Join me for a drink and let's get acquainted. I'll start, I'm Minakeh Deepiron. Who are you, my fine draconian friend?
@Cassandra
"Know better? I'm not sure what your talking about now, but growling is no way to act in front of lords, but I don't know how you should act so do what ever you like. Seems a common theme around these parts now."
@norvallen
A bit embarrassedly "apology accepted" perhaps trying to change the subject "is white hair weird? I mean I suppose it's rare on people so young looking, but Kobolds don't have hair, it all seems weird to me. I mean i don't understand the appeal it just gets in the way of everything."
@Cassandra & Minakeh
Speaking to Cassandra "well, generally... I mean I'm no stranger to the wilds, I've tangled with a bear or two, though usually I end up running when you're living off the land sometimes it's best to avoid fights that could end badly"
*Minaken's request*
"Oh, ugh, thank you, I'm Jamahzin" I sit tentatively, it's apparent he was probably expecting more behavior like the guards' initial response and is unaccustomed to sharing conversation or probably even maybe small talk, though his attentiveness shows he is interested. "Kobolds don't generally have what you call surnames, especially when they don't have a tribe.
"Speak their language, do you?" Jonathan puts down his mug, staring Cassandra in the eyes. "Tell me, where is it you learned the language of thieves and murderers?" His face now revealed, a scowl spreads across his visage. "I do not associate with brigands, neither present nor former. Bandits are a menace, and our goal is to put the lot of them to the sword. Former camaraderie makes that difficult."
He picks up his drink, but the iciness of his stare does not diminish. "Since leaving my home, I have helped to lessen the threat of banditry here on the borders of the Stolen Lands." He takes a drink and massages his jaw, the talking clearly aggravating his scarring."Now, we threaten to strike at its heart. I will not allow former ties, no matter how strong, to threaten this venture. They are a plague, these bandits; we will put them to the sword as they deserve."
Having left to go outside a bit ago to smoke his pipe, Atamar pops his head back in at the ruckus.
@No one in particular
What's going on in here? If there is a bar fight I want in on it!
Seeing no bar fight and several new people, Atamar empties out his pipe and heads over to the group with the Kobold I gotta hear his story.
Along the way he notices the Gnome
@RoonfiZzle
"When did you get in here friend, I didn't see you come in earlier and I didn't see you just now while smokin?"
@Jamahzin
"Hey there little buddy, names Atamar, I see they haven't skewered you yet, glad to know it!" Atamar holds out his hand.
@Jamahzin
"For humans my age it is weird. Worse, I can't even dye it as the color keeps leaching out within an hour." Norvallen grumbles. "Still though, it does have its uses and if I could loose this hair it would be like loosing an arm."
Looking over the slowly building argument, Norvallen simply sighs. "And things are starting to fall apart. I think I'll stand back and wait this out a bit, rather then try to calm it down again. Not like my past attempts actually worked."
@Jonathan
Cassandra folds her arms over her chest and stares back at the man. Intimidation got her noticed finally so she wasn't backing down now. "Ever heard of the bandit king that moved into Gronzi Forest and the estate of the Medvyed House? I learned their language there. Their argument was swords and daggers and mine was bows and arrows. I won the argument."
@Jamahzin
It's a pleasure to meet you Jamahzin. Really, no surnames? Minakeh seems confused. I didn't know that a kobold could be without a tribe. If I'm not crossing a line, How does a kobold end up without a tribe?
@Anghus
My toast was in Skald and it translates as "May the drink that goes down not come back up!" Minakeh starts a hearty laugh, finishes his ale and gets another.
@Atamar
I offer my (probably) comparatively tiny hand to Atamar. "Jamahzin, Nice to meet you Atamar." He seems to be warming up to the environment and relaxing, he's probably forgotten all about the guards from a few minutes ago.
@Minaken
After retrieving his hand he turns to answer his question rather sheepishly. "erghm, Adventurers..." I say with 1 part jest, 2 parts harsh. "I got by a few years ago with a small group but with out many supplies it was hard acclimating to the surface." Looking down "let's just say Kobolds don't have a word for Winter.". I then stay silent for a long moment.
After a bit of a silent moment deciding not to dwell on the subject I reach into my pack and pull out a compass. I set it on the table and start rotating it to-and-fro. "have you seen one of these? so fascinating, I think it's called a compass, it always points north... wonder how it works."
@Jamahzin
After finishing shaking the (indeed) smaller hand.
"Well met Sir Jamahzin" The Half-Orc smiles at the idea of a Kobold Knight. "I'm glad that you seem to be making yourself at home."
Realizing that the Kobold seems to be the subject of much attention. "You seem to have a lot of admirers at the moment, so let us speak again later. Though I think" pointing at the compass "that it has to do with magnetic fields or something along those lines. A fellow traveler of mine once explained it to me but I got a little lost in the details."
Looking around the room for a place to sit. Noticing the Bard (Veil) now singing another song, Atamar decides to make his acquaintance.
@Veil
"A fine voice you have there Long Ears, it's been a while since I've gotten to hear such a tune, one sure to raise the spirits! I heard you bit earlier, a bit melodramatic, I think, but beautiful nonetheless. My name is Atamar."
Atamar holds out his hand in greeting.
Minakeh smiles.
Compasses are a lot of fun. And Sir Atamar is right, compasses work by reacting to magnetic field which are generated by the world around us. It always points north because that is where all the magnetic fields meet and are their strongest. But with a little magic...
you can get the arrow to point not North. Minakeh moves his magnetic finger around the edge of the compass causing the arrow to follow it around until it ended up pointing back north.
"hmm" mimicing some of the magic he saw he starts trying to fiddle with the needle himself, little ripples of faint electric arcing trace over his left hand as he uses his right hand to deploy the magic, unfortunately only causing it to wiggle occasionally. perhaps it is strange that he managed to create the spell effects at all with so little instruction, none can say.
"Thank you, Minakeh, I don't really understand what these fields you talk about are but they seem easy enough to create"
Upon hearing the kobold-turned-Halfling's name, Cassandra seems to come to her senses. "Jamahzin? That whole scene about finding out your name and forgot to ask myself. Sorry." She then extends her hand as Atamar did. "Cassandra Lupin. And sorry for the scene in general. Probably didn't want that to be your first impression?"
kobold-turned-Halfling's
I accept Cassandra's hand, still not quite sure on the purpose of this gesture. "Cassandra" i say, half to myself to remember it and half to accept the greeting. "it happens... a lot."
She seems relaxed with all the commotion. Everyone jumping. Some with murder in their eyes. The creature qas probably almost dead from fright. Oh well. No more fun to watch. She looks at the small lizzard
"Jama was it? Good day. Dont get lost between all these legs. Or I might lose the chance to see more entertainment. Sit close to me. That way we both have some company. We, I assume, are both viewed in... a bad light" she smirks at the last part.
Most people would wet themselves if they encountered either of them in 'bad light'. It was fun being who she was
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kobold-turned-Halfling's
I accept Cassandra's hand, still not quite sure on the purpose of this gesture. "Cassandra" i say, half to myself to remember it and half to accept the greeting. "it happens... a lot."
"Which is what I hate about it," she says showing some of the fire from earlier. "Um..." Well crap. Now what do I talk about. Can't get into why. And then Zartana saves the day. Cassandra's mind runs along the same course too about meeting either one in a bad light. It was good they could joke about it. And she hoped they were tough enough to defend it. She sits close to the two. "I believe I heard you say you were good with alchemy and magic? Can you make healing potions?"
"No. I do not make magical brews. More the opposite to what you ask. My room was more of a basement. Thats what most humans call it. So rats and other critters bothered me a lot. So over time I learned a few tricks to make them decide it was not a safe place to be. Now my room remains vermin free"
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