"Ah ha! It would seem that we may have found our feast already! No worries lads, this shouldn't take long at all..." Aldern says as he draws his crossbow from it's holster and loads it, taking aim at what ever is in the bushes.
The thing in the bushes seems to stop moving as the brush stops to move. A few grunts seem to be heard as all the sudden, the boar finally lunges out of the woodland brush, in a straight line towards Jack. Upon making contact, the boar hits so hard that an impact like that would make anyone feel like they just had the wind knocked out of them.
Artemis drops to the ground and aims at the boar.
YEA, now this is Hunting!
We are going to rage, and hope I don't die.
Jack will then 5 foot back.
Ithylia hummed to herself as they made their way to the smithy. It was such a nice, bright, sunshiny day. Once she entered the shop, her movements were less bouncy. She looked at the various weapons with quiet, but curious eyes.
Triel steps forward, pulling out the masterwork horsechopper she looted and placing it on the counter. "Good day. I wish to ask your opinion on the worth of this... weapon." It's clear from her tone that Triel is using the term loosely for the horsechopper.
Triel sighs in disappointment. "Thought so. I'll take the gold anyway."
Vanya is pleased that Triel got something for her troubles, but can sense that her new friend is disappointed by the small amount that she got. "No worries, I am sure we will find more-it seems Sandpoint is full of adventure!"
As the boar falls, Artemis slides his bow over his shoulder and taking out a small knife, begins dressing the boar.
As he works, he says, "Well Mr. Foxglove, you got your wish, this is a fine boar. Doesn't look too old, good amount of meat. Should make for a fine feast."
Grabbing the choicest cuts and muttering a short prayer to Erastil, Artemis loads the meat on his horse and mounts up.
Triel pockets the money after looking at Vanya.
"Thank you. Maybe I'll give it a look later."
Great. Reduced to scavenging. Again.
She turns to Ithylia & Vanya. "Was there anything you were looking for while we're here?"
Right, If anyone asks, all of this blood is from the boar you got it.
Jack will then climb back on his steed.
So Eldertan, you know Amieko at very well? You wouldn't happen to know what kind of things she likes would you?
Artemis snickers but keeps his eyes forward, leading the group back through the forest toward Sandpoint.
"I'll see what I can do." Cian says with a nod, calling fire into his hand as he walks over towards the corner.
Not getting a reply from the sorceress or the bard, Triel shrugs (*clinky*) and turns to the proprietress again.
"I think that will be all for today, thank you."
With that, she gives her a nod and leaves the smithy to return to the Rusty Dragon.
I'll have to think of some way to earn money while I'm here...
Ithylia had been strangely silent while they were in the shop, looking at the various weapons and armors. Her fingers played absentmindedly with her weaponized scarf. Her mind was elsewhere. It was only the sound of Triel leaveing the smithy that her focus came back. "Oh! Bye Ma'am! Very nice shop you have." With a smile she rushed out after Triel, falling into step beside her. Her mind still seemed to be mostly elsewhere and she was playing with her scarf again.
Triel looks over at Ithylia once they leave the smithy. Or, at least, where she thinks Ithylia is. The sun causes her eyes to squeeze shut. "So, did you see anything you liked in there?"
"Oh, lots of nice things. I just have no idea how to use most of it!" The waif grins and follows Triel and Ithylia out of the smithy.
Jack give Alderan the agriest look to ever be angry, but he says nothing ad he climbs back on his horse for the journey back.
Triel blinks a few times to clear her vision before realizing she was facing Vanya.
"Oh." She rests her hand on her coin purse. "Well, anyway, I suppose I'll have to ask Ameiko if there's any work available for a sellsword here." She says, fingering the two gold pieces she has in there.
"Or a spell sell.. wait, a sell spell?" The girl blushes as she mulls the possibilities of a sell-spell, whatever that might entail.
"Or a spellsword." Triel says in a deadpan tone.
...did she just make a pun?
Cian's eyes go wide with shock. The fire in Shayliss's eyes was the first in a long time to actually send a bit of fear down hugs spine. He quickly touched his shirt to get the magic in his hand to be used up before he pushes the woman away firmly but gently.
"I.. I see. Well, miss, I'm afraid I can't help you. I don't appreciate being lied to."
Soon enough, Triel makes it back to the Rusty Dragon. Her belly grumbles a bit.
"I wonder what Ameiko has on the menu for lunch..."
Vanya giggles at Triel. "Always hungry, dear lady?" Before the armored elf can answer she says, "No doubt a busy morning of helping villagers and selling pig iron can bring that on."
"You left out walking about entirely clad in metal and carrying at least three different weapons." Triel replies, her tone dry. "I'd love to see you walking around wearing enough metal to make three pitchforks."
That, and I didn't have that much to eat for breakfast.
Triel adjusts her helmet to make sure it's properly secured and approaches the barmaid.
"Excuse me, is Ameiko around?" She asks, keeping her tone civil.
Triel shrugs (*clink*). "I simply wished to know where she was. Is there a lunch menu or something like that I can see?"
"If you lied about why you wanted me down here, then I'm willing to bet you'd lie about anything and that I'm not the first." He says, a calm sort of anger in his voice. "If you had a problem besides trying to get something twixt your nethers, I'd help. Now why don't you get some clothes so we can go upstairs and forget this every happened? Because, honestly, I think you could be better than this." He adds, gesturing to the cot.
The sorcerer nearly jumped as the shout filled the basement. He turned quickly and attempted to compose himself.
"Sir, calm down. I'm not down here to enjoy a bout of cot wrestling with your daughter. I was lead down here under the false pretense of dealing with a rat problem. Do you really think I'd be fully clothed otherwise?"