"I would never do such a sneaky underhanded thing." A pause, "Of course, Kalimac is absolutely correct."
"If I can see you, you can see me," Alaric grumbles.
While at the caravan, Lio goes to the women's wagon. As nothing was taken, she retrieves her box of diamond dust, some ground up powdered gold, paper, pen and ink, and she places all of these things into her waterproof sack, which then goes into her backpack. After a moment she emerges from the women's wagon. She looks around for the best place to put a rune that will trigger if anyone comes to be nosy about the empty caravan.
"Myri, Gwnewch yn siŵr bod y ceffylau yn ddiogel." Lio says. Then, once she has located a suitable spot, she says, "Aime goen ta need tehn menets, ah'll beh ahs queck as ah kann." Then she begins her ten minute ritual.
Myri checks on the horses and makes sure they have oats and water.
Then rejoins the others.
When you finally arrive back at the Inn, you find that Silmemir is there, unharmed.
Myri is happy, though not overjoyed to see her. Unless someone says otherwise, Silmemir is coming with them. Myri thinks that her friends are more important than their material goods.
"Whoe shudde go tolke ta thes offecial? We kannot jus' barge en 'ere an deman' asnwers," She looks evenly at the group. "Who es goen ta beh able ta keep 'ere kool whaile unner all thes stress?"
Myri's head immediately follow her eyes to Kalimac.
Night has already fallen some time ago in these northern lands when you reach the Rimerunners Guildhall. It is a large building on the Riverfront with walls of solid masonary and a roof of sturdy shingles. Stout wooden shutters and iron bars block all of the windows.
As the color drains from Kalimac's face from this news, he speaks in a calm, controlled manner. "We have our appointment with the factor this evening. We will get what we need from him. We all know what's at stake now. We can't let ourselves be turned by any of the various evils we have seen. Everyone needs to keep a tight leash on their emotions if we want to see our friends and loved ones alive. He turns to each of his friends, looking everyone in the eye in turn.
Myri stares back. Her expression does not change.
Just before sundown, Alaric excuses himself to read. He stays close by the group, but outside of the actual circle. Periodically, he looks up at Mel, as though to reassure himself that she is still there.
She will be casting Cultural Adaptation prior to the the meeting, preferably without being observed. It has a duration of 10 min/level so 50 min, please let me know if it wears of prior to the any diplomacy rolls during the meeting. :)
As the color drains from Kalimac's face from this news, he speaks in a calm, controlled manner. "We have our appointment with the factor this evening. We will get what we need from him."
"One way or another." Hrunndalf is beyond anger; emotion replaced by cold functionality.
Everyone needs to keep a tight leash on their emotions if we want to see our friends and loved ones alive. He turns to each of his friends, looking everyone in the eye in turn.
Hrunndalf matches the knight's gaze, and gives an almost imperceptible nod. His voice is low, and ominously quiet. "We are at war now."
Alaric shows up in his street clothes. No jewelry.
Myri is more than happy to wait whatever distance away would be appropriate with Attatoq and Silmemir...and any armor or weapons that don't currently want to accompany their owners.
"If I can see you, you can see me," Alaric grumbles.
"At any rate, we may want to have a portion of us--the large and heavily muscled contingent--posing as hired men-at-arms for a show of strength. They can hang with the wolves, since it's unlikely that they'll be allowed in."
or to leave her items with anyone else who happens to decide to stay just outside the building.
After Alaric is done reading but before they leave for the meeting, Mel goes off to the room she has been sharing with Alaric. She isn't gone long, but when she comes back she looks decidedly uncomfortable in the clothes she has on: black long pants paired with a black deep V-neck sweater. The outfit shows off her lean, athletic form. Her long hair is pulled up, making the amber earring and necklace easy to see.
She is wearing her magic belt and amulet, but both should be covered by the clothes.
"At any rate, we may want to have a portion of us--the large and heavily muscled contingent--posing as hired men-at-arms for a show of strength. They can hang with the wolves, since it's unlikely that they'll be allowed in."
"At any rate, we may want to have a portion of us--the large and heavily muscled contingent--posing as hired men-at-arms for a show of strength. They can hang with the wolves, since it's unlikely that they'll be allowed in."
Rhost, who had been in the process of removing his armor, starts to re-don the breastplate .
Hrunndalf does not like the thought of staying behind while the negotiators enter the building on their own, but he does not have the appropriate clothing at hand, and certainly doesn't have time for a shopping trip. In any case, if combat should ensue, he is more useful in arms and armor. "Melinda, can you keep us informed with Message?"
He also attempt to activate his Longstrider wand in order to be mobile in an emergency.
,
Kalimac appears for the meeting in a set of clothes no one has seen him in before. It is an outfit fit for being seen at court, with a discreet and tasteful set of jewelry that makes a pleasant counterpoint to the cut of the robes.
The alert may recognize the jewelry as coming from the treasure from the Brinestump Marsh adventures.
"At any rate, we may want to have a portion of us--the large and heavily muscled contingent--posing as hired men-at-arms for a show of strength. They can hang with the wolves, since it's unlikely that they'll be allowed in."
"I would be perfectly happy to wait with Silmemir and Attatoq, unless you would rather I hang on the arm...or, er shoulder, of our gallant Sir Knight." She smiles teasingly at Kalimac. Her smile quickly drops, though as the immediacy of their situation comes back to the fore in her mind.
Myri frowns slightly as she sees Hrunndalf heft the javelins into place, "Um, Hrunndalf, you do plan on being in the meeting don't you?"
Myri frowns slightly as she sees Hrunndalf heft the javelins into place, "Um, Hrunndalf, you do plan on being in the meeting don't you?"
Hrunndalf turns to Myriana. "Actually, no, I figured I would do more harm than good if I showed up... ungarnished. On the other hand, maybe I could help avoid frictions with the local mores. That said, are you sure you want off the premises alone with the wolves? Isolation is dangerous."
To Kalimac: "You should decide, as the parole leader. Do you want me along to talk, or outside to guard?"
Hrunndalf turns to Myriana. "Actually, no, I figured I would do more harm than good if I showed up... ungarnished. On the other hand, maybe I could help avoid frictions with the local mores. That said, are you sure you want off the premises alone with the wolves? Isolation is dangerous."
Myri looks back at Hrunndalf, the hint of a smile playing around her lips, "Alone, yes...with two wolves."
Myri looks back at Hrunndalf, the hint of a smile playing around her lips, "Alone, yes...with two wolves."
"They took our leaders from our very midst when we were traveling in full force and in broad daylight. Granted, they seemed to consider the rest of us irrelevant... but still. Exceptional circumstances." He sighs, knowing what happens if he pushes the issue. "Just be careful, alright?"
To Kalimac: "You should decide, as the parole leader. Do you want me along to talk, or outside to guard?"
"Hmmm. Well, if you can clean yourself up and make yourself presentable, and if you're comfortable doing so, then I'd like your help in navigating the local customs. But if you're not able to play dress-up, then I think you should do the man-at-arms role. Your call, really."
"Hmmm. Well, if you can clean yourself up and make yourself presentable, and if you're comfortable doing so, then I'd like your help in navigating the local customs. But if you're not able to play dress-up, then I think you should do the man-at-arms role. Your call, really."
Mel nods, "If you can, it would be very good. If you can't... magic is good for cheating. My spell can make me sound more Ulfen than you are."
She shrugs, "It comes down to where you think you can do the most good for our friends. But, please, make up your mind... I refuse to be late."
"They took our leaders from our very midst when we were traveling in full force and in broad daylight. Granted, they seemed to consider the rest of us irrelevant... but still. Exceptional circumstances." He sighs, knowing what happens if he pushes the issue. "Just be careful, alright?"
Myri grins, "Don't worry so much, I'm used to being alone in the wild. We'll be all right." She ruffles Silmemir's fur.
"Hmmm. Well, if you can clean yourself up and make yourself presentable, and if you're comfortable doing so, then I'd like your help in navigating the local customs. But if you're not able to play dress-up, then I think you should do the man-at-arms role. Your call, really."
Hrunndalf gives it a moment's thought, then nods. "We have to trust they won't attack us amongst their clients in the guildhall. I'll join the diplomats."
In as short a time as is practical, Hrunndalf procures a solid, understated but well-made set of doublet and breeches in a subtle shade of ocean blue-green that goes well with his eyes, and gold jewelry to provide contrasting highlights.
A note next to it reads, "We thought you might like this -- Shae & Myri"
You are led across a raised area surrounded by a wooden railing, where factors work at desks, through a door into a hallway. A door off the hallway lets you into a meeting room containing a long table surrounded by chairs.
Soon, a man walks in who introduces himself as the guildmember Pyet Drunnarsson. He sits.