"My Saviours, I have come to thank you again. I have this, it is for you." he places a small sack of coins on the table. "I would also extend my welcome to yourselves in perpetuity, my houses, both near Sandpoint, and in Magnimar, should be treated as your own whenever you are near. Finally, I have a arranged a small boar hunt in a few days. I wonder if you would join me?"
"A boar hunt, huh? Sounds like fun. I've had a few ideas for boar meat recently. Can we keep what we kill?"
Luc happily agrees to a boar hunt, to kill his boredom.
"I'll go along. I'm not much for the sport, but I do like the meat."
"A boar, eh? I could use the liver of a boar for some experimentation. Perhaps the testicles would make for an excellent base for a restorative!"
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"What the...??"
Reynard processes the situation he is in quickly and his eyes narrow, expression going dark. He leans forward and whispers in Shaylis' ear.
"You little harlot, you better explain this quickly, if you frame me I swear I'll skin you."
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"What the...??"Reynard processes the situation he is in quickly and his eyes narrow, expression going dark. He leans forward and whispers in Shaylis' ear.
"You little harlot, you better explain this quickly, if you frame me I swear I'll skin you."
"What? Our new hero's skinning innocent young girls?" she grins, "Sorry, but I think not." she whispers. Timing her movemnet so that she steps back, just as her father, Ven Vinder, gets to the bottom of the stairs and sees the situation, she steps back, and plants a solid slap across Reynard's cheek, "I am , not that sort of girl! Bringing me down here to look for cob nuts, and then untying my lace, I am shamed!" She smiles, and gives you one final wink before turning to her, absolutely enraged, father.
Ven stands, fists clenching in his 6ft frame, his shoulders could be that of the local blacksmith, what with all the heavy loads he unpacks on a daily basis from the supply caravans. "You have 5 seconds to explain this to my satisfaction. If that doesn't happen I drag you by the scruff of your scrawny little neck to see the inspector. Talk." he says, face flushed red with anger.
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"Since you're obviously ready to do something you'll regret I'll make this simple. Your lovely daughter here asked me to come down here to kill some "giant rats" that she said you were to preoccupied to deal with.
I agreed. I turn around and next thing I know her bodice is off. She hears you coming dwn the stairs and decides to play at having nothing to do with it, like it's all my doing.
Note, I am fully clothed, her bodice is off but untied, not ripped and there's not a mark on her, does that sound like the work of some savage bastard? Sounds more to me like a girl trying to put a move on a man and not realizing the father was nearby. Did she have reason to think you wouldn't be around? Hell for that matter why would she come down here with a total stranger if she wasn't planning something?"
Reynard's posture is at once relaxed and prepared in the event of the angry man's inability to see reason.
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"Well if that's the way you feel, I'msorry to hear that but I understand."
Reynard makes his exit, making an effort to ignore Shayliss' "charms" as he leaves.
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Reynard returns to the in to find the man from the other day stood awkwardly by the table. He notices Reynard and calls, "Ahhh! My final saviour! Your friends have just accepted my invitation to a boar hunt, I was just trying to work out if I will need to provide mounts, but they have become silent! he grins.
"A boar hunt eh, that'll refreshingly straightforward after what I've just dealt with. Sounds like fun. As far as I know we'll need mounts."
After the fellow leaves Reynard turns to his compatriots.
"Oh, by the way, we might be....banned from the general store."
"Why, mon ami? What did we do?", Luc says, smiling to his friend.
"It's more what we didn't do. The owner's daughter came by asking me to take care of some "rats" they had in the basement, said they were huge bastards and she was pretty scared. Well between that and having a body bards would sing about I figure what's the harm right?"
Reynard takes out a pipe and slowly starts filling it with tobacco from a pouch.
"So of course the rats are in the basement, and as I'm looking around I come across a bed under the stairs, I turn around an her bodice is completely off, and let me tell you, cunning isn't the girl's only gift."
Lighting the pipe he takes a puff allowing the visual to sink in.
"So before I can even blink her father's up at the top of the stairs, she's acting all innocent and I realize I've been set up. Old fool actually wanted to get into a dust-up."
"You mean the fat one?"
"There's probably a bit of old muscle under there but still, so I tell it to him like it is and he can't argue with the fact that I make sense, so he just tells me that he doesn't want to see any of us in his store again. I say it's his loss. Oh and from the look on his face, Shayliss ain't gonna be happy for a while."
I will require a mount if it is too far a trip on foot. Though I prefer to do my killing with my feet on the ground."
"Ay, mon ami, your irresistible charms, please try and control them!", says Luc, trying to hide his laughter.
"Damn small town wenches, give me a woman with a love of the open road I say. None o' these ridiculous games." Reynard grumbles as he takes a long draw on his pipe.
The pre-dawn fog, mingles with the gas-light to give the whole street an eerie glow.A boy stands on the corner of the street, crying out the morning's news in a sleepy voice. It is yet too early for the to be any real bustle to the streets, but a small, steam powered contraption does make it's way noisily past you.
Out of the fog, the sound of hoof beats can be heard, followed quickly by your newest friend, The Baron Benedict Ramsbottom. As he arrives, he greets you all with a warm smile, and a "bonjour mon ami" for Luc.
He holds the lead ropes to 5 horses, and a small pony. All are fully kitted out, with a nicely made but functional equipment. The foremost horse, the tallest, is covered in an array of finery, and must be the Baron's own. "I hope these mounts are to your satisfaction? They are, unfortunately all I could manage."
"I don't know what the hell I'm doing, but her it goes." Ninian awkwardly steps into the stirrups, obviously having some difficulty getting into the saddle. He wobbles a little and it is apparent that the only thing keeping him on is his natural agility. "Horse, you don't do me wrong and I won't hand you over to Emanual for dinner."
"My friend, the horses are very well trained, and quite docile. I am sure you shall be fine. Tell me, do you always travel on foot?"
"I usually travel on foot. Being chased out of a city rarely leaves you with much time to procure a ride!"
Emanual will take his horse and get on. "I'm not one for horses.. unless they're stewed, haha! Thank you for the mounts good sir, I only hope we can keep up."
Reynard easily mounts the horse with praciced simplicity.
"Ahh, my friends, we shall take it easy, and go on foot for the final stalking." With everyone mounted, The Baron leads the way out of Sandpoint. The fog is beginning to lift as the sun rises. More and more people are taking to the streets, men in suits, and top hats, others with bow ties and bowlers, ladies in their dresses and corsets.
Once you leave the town, the Baron falls in next to Luc, keeping the pace slow, and simply shouting directions when necessary. He leads you out, south into the Torendack forest. Conversation appears to flow easily for the Baron, although mostly it takes place in elven, with Luc.
The hours pass slowly as the scenery becomes less civilised, and the sun rises....
, and the sun rises....
Dean chuckles as he watches the sheep get startled by the rising sun.
, and the sun rises....Dean chuckles as he watches the sheep get startled by the rising sun.
"I'm not much of a hunter, Baron, but I'll try to help the party."
"Mon ami, nous chassons pour le divertissement, si nous attraper quelque chose: magnifique, sinon? Qui s'en soucie?"
, and the sun rises....Dean chuckles as he watches the sheep get startled by the rising sun.
The conversation flows, and Luc continues to receive special attention as the surroundings turn from pasture, into forest. Mile or so into the woods, you come across a man, who speaks quietly to the Baron at his stirrup for a few moments.
Under the trees the air is cool, and less bright, motes float in the sir, and it is a perfect afternoon.
The baron turns from his man, and speak, "It would appear my flushers have found a boar up ahead, we could dismount here, and pursue it, or we could take some lunch at the steam nearby, and then carry on after our fill. Which would you prefer?"
"I'd say a hunt would be a good way to work up an appetite."
"I could use a pork chop sandwich for lunch. Let's get us a boar!"
I'm fine with either. I never mind swinging my sword and extra xp, but if others would rather skip the combat, that works too.
"So, we shall chase down the boar? Very good. We shall leave the mounts here, they will not be needed, the animal in question has been cornered near a stream." the baron pronounces, turning to the other man he says "Alfred, please arrange the boar spears for those who need them."
"Spears? Do you have one in a more manageable size?"
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