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The strange encounter lasted only for a short while, albeit it seemed far longer to those involved. It seems that most of the Kariv and other passengers are flabbergasted by what happened. While Rinaldo the Bard was strumming his stings, apparently composing a song on the fly, one fat merchant started to splutter and yell: "Fools! We could die! All of us! Simply because you wanted to play heroes! I payed good money for the protection of this caravan. I demand a refund! And for these fools to be banished into the woods!"
Thaneirziah whips around, a furious look on her face. "We did what we were paid to do! I am truly sorry you were not able to gather a fine trophy to show your compatriots, but at least no blood was spilled on your fine clothes!"
Vasek turns around and nods at Than's words then adds. "Like I just said, it's gone. Would you prefer we spilled blood all over your fat feet? Would you prefer we subject the young ones in the caravan to visions death and violence to haunt their dreams? We found a peaceful solution while showing the creature that we had the strength to do it in if it didn't cooperate. Would you like for this fine bard here to sing a song about the corpulent merchant who refuse to pay the guards that just successfully averted disaster? I. Don't. Think. So."
"What do you think would have happened with out us? You would likely be his next meal no?" Tiadora asks the man pointedly.
Arak has no further comments to add that might refute the merchant's assertions further.
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Faced with a disapproval of so many armed strangers, the fat man start to sweat even more prominently. "I have payed to join this caravan and enjoy its protection - not to be bullied by the riff raff such as you! When the night comes and Baba Svetlana opens the doors to her wagon, I will lodge a complaint!" He sharply turns and leaves you alone.
The doctor chuckled to himself. This was turning out to be a very entertaining day.
"Dragon, you seem to be making friends everywhere you turn. I am impressed."
Vasek mocks in a high pitched voice, "When the niiiiiiight comes! and Baba Svetlana oooopens the doooooors to her wagon, I will lodge a complaint! Waa. Give my a frakken break."
He then turns to the doctor, and smiles, "Yeah, I have a real knack for getting along with humans. It's my specialty. Talking griffons with superiority complexes, not so much"
Glimmer simply listens to the exchange wondering what is going on.
Taneirziah watches the fat merchant disappear out of view, a calculating look in her eye.
I could have made that fat prick eat out of the palm of my hand...but there has to be a better way...
"That one may give us grief down the road, not the least is preventing us from getting paid!"
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The caravan moves on. Minotaurs are huffing, the draft horses have stopped neighing and it seems that they are recovered from the fear and near panic caused by the griffon. The things have settled and the night slowly draws in. Some time after dark, a tall Kariv, with a hair as white as snow and a prominent scar running down his face and neck approaches the travelers who are following the last car.
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Tiadora looks on in interest.
"I do." the doctor nodded. Noting Tiador's interest he gestured to her. "Would you like to join us?"
"Anyone else?" he rasped, looking around the small group.
"I would. This seems rather interesting, and quite the honor apparently." Tiadora replied. The fact that the caravan was run by a woman boded well.
Thaneirziah nods eagerly in response, "I also would be honored to join you for dinner."
Perhaps I can learn more about our mysterious hostess...
Vasek starts to raise his hand to volunteer to go, then reflects upon his day so far and decides to stare off into the woods somewhere.
Vasek starts to raise his hand to volunteer to go, then reflects upon his day so far and decides to stare off into the woods somewhere.
The doctor chuckles. "Vasek my friend, I think your particular brand of diplomacy will not be needed this time."
"Ladies, I would love to have you join me."
Arak shows a stoic face at not being recognised as of noble blood, but inwardly breathes a sigh of relief. This part of the world still confused him, and he felt uncomfortable navigating the mores and assumptions of the locals.
"It will be my pleasure." Tiadora says with a nod to the masked Doctor.
"Yeah. I'll keep an eye out for talking hippogriffs."