As Vulf strides in, happy that Zelaria had seemed to regain some of her confidence in him, he pauses his whole body going tense as he spots the female elf. She was not from his tribe or even from what he could tell his region but he seems to pause and allow the others to pass him by. He half listens to their words as he studies the elf but seeing no immediate threat from her he relaxes slightly as they all step outside.
Sense motive.
Florin shakes the mayor’s hand gently, bowing and kissing the fingers. “A pleasure to meet you Mayor Deverin, we were more than happy to come to the aid of good people in a time of strife. In fact I would go so far as to say that others were more deserving of praise that we.” Florin gestures to the sheriff.
Florin turns to Shalelu and gives his customary elaborate bow kissing her hand he says. Florin Du Poisse at your service good lady Androsana, how charmed I am to make your acquaintance.
Now standing upright he catches the coin purse and finishes listening to the sheriff speak.
” Our thanks for the reward, we shall see that is re-invested into the towns infrastructure. So the little blighters are massing. Most troubling people will need good cheer in these times I believe I speak for all of us when I say that we would be more than happy to keep a watch over the populous in your absence. We will be ever vigilant. You can count on us.” pauses then turning to the Mayor says ”I would be delighted to take you up on your most generous offer of dinner this evening.”
Florin waits for the others to finish speaking and leaves with the group.
Once outside he says ”Here we are. Father Dorrak you had better take these.” handing the bottles to the dwarf then quickly counting the coin equally and giving it to each of the party. “Ok well I shall start to spread the word immediately, no time like the present, I will speak to the local shop keepers and merchants. Shall i see you all for dinner?”
"Uh, well met Miss Androsana. I'm Rohan and this is Copperscale." Rohan introduces himself a bit nervously. She is rather pretty. Why are there so many pretty women in this town? He seems to get lost in thought before continuing. "Yes, from what little I know, goblin's usually don't organize themselves well. Especially in this capacity. Someone is rallying them which is troubling." He fights through his natural awkardness for a moment."Copper and I will take you up on your offer of dinner as well." He almost blurts out to Shalelu. Copper just sighs and shakes his head. Rohan takes his cut of the gold and puts it away as they leave."Yes, we'll meet back up later. I'm sure Copper will do his part as well."
Is affection a jest to this man? Zelaria muses as she watches Florin sweetly kiss every woman in the room.
Zelaria stands quietly and observes the various speeches, listening intently. They tried to steal our grain, and now they have taken to burning farms. What is their intent? Big plans require big bosses, a hasty conclusion is rarely correct, and oft times misleading. Her eyes narrow as it appears that her companions have completely overlooked these facts, and that Shalelu clearly intoned that she would murder people as they flutter about her like so many butterflies would gather 'round an orchid.
Zelaria gives a shake of her head when Shalelu asks if they would join her for dinner, then arrests herself as she considers. "Aye Mistress, if you could be persuaded to speak further about this raid," she says, then spares a sideways glance at Vulf.
Outside, Zelaria takes no more eight gold coins, and passes the bulk along to Father Dorrak. "The thought that this money was stolen from good people who have suffered at goblins hands is abhorrent to me," she says softly. "If it may further good causes, rather than mine own, I trust that you will spend it wisely."
Zelaria studies each of her companions in turn, her eyes lingering not too long on Florin. "I expect that I will meet you at dinner tonight. May Desna illuminate your path," she blesses before excusing herself.
Vulf shrugs taking the coins indecisive of what to do with all the money before pocketiing it rather shamefully as he listens to Zelaria giving her share away. He nods his head towards the elven woman and quickly exits folliwng Zelaria almost on her heels.
"Maybe we can find a few people that need help before dinner?" he asks of her as they walk.
"I will have greater impact at the temple," Zelaria answers almost flippantly, her tone clipped. When she recognizes it was Vulf who spoke, she flushes and sighs. "Pray, pardon me, I have not slept very well, and have allowed my temper to get the better of me," she explains by way of an apology.
"Goblins steal anything of easy value - weapons, jewelry, tools and ready food, but grain? Think on it, there were two warchanters among that group that night, keeping the thugs in line. It was important to them! Now this farm attacked and burnt..." Zelaria trails and shakes her head. "'Big plans mean big bosses' indeed, this plan means to rob this city of food!"
Zelaria sighs and looks to Vulf, and offers her hand. "I apologize for my behavior of late. I spoke to Father Dorrak of my concerns, and his advice sat ill with me," she informs him. "He did not fail to communicate his desire that we should be considerate of each other and not become dependent upon each other. But as I appear to be alone in my particular concerns for this city, and you are joining me willingly, I suppose we cannot do each other grievous harm by being together."
"Well, we will have to put this money to good use then to honor those people. We'll be starting the reassuring campaign at the Rusty Dragon if you need us. Let's go Copper." Rohan looks to his little friend. And so they head off towards the inn.
Dorrak listens to Shalelu's tale, arms folded across his chest, right hand pinching and twisting at the ends of his mustache. I'd very much like to join you later for dinner, Miss Shalelu. I'm interested in hearing more about what you've seen of late, it may be important information which we can use to help defend Sandpoint and outlying communities. It's certainly very suspicious, and troubling, to hear the tribes would suddenly band together like this.
On receipt of the reward, Dorrak bows to Sheriff Hemlock. Great thanks for the coin, sir. I hope a fair lot was returned to Sandpoint for the damages incurred during the raid. We'll be sure the remainder of this gracious reward is handled appropriately.
He carefully places the potions into his pockets and secures the share of gold distributed to him and looks up to the Sheriff again. I was wondering, does Amele have family and friends here in Sandpoint that can support her? Not just financially but emotionally?
Sheriff Hemlock shakes his head at Dorrak. "She does not, but I spoke to her sister in Magnimar. She will be traveling with me and my men to stay with her sister, at least until she can decide what to do. Such a nasty business, Alergast was a good man, though a bit brash."
Shalelu laughs at Rohan's awkwardness. "Calm down boy, I won't bite. Heard of your little wyrmling here too." She scratches Copper under his chin. "Did you know the goblins call you the Golden Terror? You've made quite the stir in their tribes, they're almost as afraid of you as of the Sheriff." At Zelaria's comment she nods. "I'm married to my work darling, I don't mind talking about it anytime. Will you be bringing your big friend? He doesn't talk much does he?" She grins at Vulf, then speaks in Elven. "Or perhaps I'm simply using the wrong tongue. Greetings to you Vulf the Whirlwind."
As Rohan begins to enjoy another day at The Rusty Dragon, he notices that Ameiko seems withdrawn and is much less of a presence than usual.
"I know, it's been a long morning." The summoner replies while trying not to blush. "Golden Terror? I think I could get used to that." Copper responds while being scratched. You can hear him purr like a newborn kitten in between words. He seems to get a little worried when she starts talking about Vulf, but when he knows that Aria won't try to strangle her, he goes back to his purring.
Rohan Sense Motive
Copper Sense Motive
Meanwhile back in the Rusty Dragon....
Rohan actually notices Ameiko's odd behavior while Copper is oblivious. Quite the opposite of how it normally is. "Are you alright? You seem a bit down today. Did something happen, besides the whole goblin invasion?" He asks after taking a few moments to think on what to say. Copper is too engrossed in his drink, attempting to lick the bottom of the cup to get every last drop.
I see. Please see this money reaches her pocket, courtesy of our friend Zelaria. I'd also be quite pleased to know a portion could be used to purchase a guard dog to sleep at the foot of the boy's bed. Dorrak hands the sheriff 150gp. Safe travels, sir.
Shalelu, I look forward to meeting again soon.
Pleasure to meet you, Mayor he says shaking the mayor's hand before turning to exit with the others.
Vulf's elven ears catches the lilting language of his people and he turns his head slightly to look back at the elven woman before turning back and walking on with Zelaria.
The elf did not have his peoples exact accent but he did wonder where she hailed from, she certainly did not look like his own tribeswoman.
Regarding Zelaria he thinks on what she says and grows slightly flustered concerning Dorrack though his hands grasps hers solidly.
"What does he mean...grow dependent? he asks of Zelaria finally.
Belor smiles and thanks Dorrak, his eyes widening. "That's quite the gift, tell Zelaria thank you, I'm certain it will be well recieved."
Ameiko breathes in heavily and then sighs. "It's my brother. Well... half brother. Tsuto. It's his birthday and I always get depressed around this time. I wish he'd speak to me again. My father hated him, because he was a half-elf. And since neither Mama nor Papa are elves well..." She trails off, pain in her eyes. "Dad sent him to the Academy. I only saw him once or twice a month... tried to tell him it'd be better eventually. Poor kid. He got mad at me eventually, told me... Father wouldn't care if he died, and Mother with him. Then he hit me, and I left." She looks down at the table, tracing the whorls idly with her fingers. "I went adventuring for a while after that... fought some beasts, fought some people. Made some good friends and then lost some of them. I came back five years ago, when they buried Mother. Said she fell from the cliff, but Tsuto was sure she was pushed. He screamed at Father, and Father hit him so hard he broke his jaw with his cane." She starts to cry bitterly. "I haven't seen him since. I don't even know if he's still alive."
Zelaria draws Vulf's hand up to her mouth and kisses his callused fingertips softly. "He worries that we will grow closer to the exclusion of all else," she explains simply, "that we will... limit ourselves, and our progress."
Zelaria pauses while they walk, and pulls Vulf toward her. She places a hand on his hip, and lifts herself up on her toes to place a soft kiss on his cheek. "It will be some time before you make your wreath, no? We'll grow, perhaps even apart, but I will always be here beside you."
Rohan listens intently, taking it all in. I heard she used to be an adventurer. I didn't know that's why she left."So you're worried about him. He is family after all. Would you like me to find out what happened to him? I think it would put you at ease. You've treated me and Copper so well, it's the least I could do." The summoner still seems a bit overwhelmed by all the heavy information, but he tries to comfort her with a hug in an attempt to let her cry on his shoulder.
Ameiko gladly lets herself be hugged, obviously needing comfort. "The worst part," She confides, "Is that a couple people have claimed to have seen him in the last couple days. No one could say for sure, but if he is back, then it means he hasn't even come to see me." She breathes heavily against Rohan's chest. "I haven't seen him in five years and he won't even come to see me."
"Well, from what you said, he left on bad terms. But it's not your fault. He might be ashamed of how he acted last time he was around you. Me and Copper will scour the town looking for him. You deserve at least that much."Rohan replies, still feeling a bit uncomfortable due to not being used to this situation, but he manages as best he can. Copper nods his head in agreement."Yep, I'll look high and low for him, Meiko!" The little drake says while doing an imitation of someone looking for something.
Florin walks quickly down the street until he reaches Vin Vinder’s general store. He stops outside and composes himself before entering.
”Ah good day sir Vinder and how are you?... My name is Florin Du Poisse you may have heard that I was part of a group that helped defend the town against the Goblins a few nights past. I am calling because as you may have heard there was an attack on one of the townspeople this very day. Now there is no cause for alarm but in these times the whole town must unite and be extra vigilant to prevent further loss of life. If you do see or hear anything suspicious please don’t hesitate to call for either myself or one of my companions. Sheriff Hemlock is leaving the village for Magnimar to enlist help from the garrison there. Whilst he is away myself and my companions have been employed to assist the watch in safe keeping the town. Have you seen anything out of the ordinary?”
”Ah my sweet I’m glad I found you. Alergast has been attacked and tragically lost his life. It turns out that a goblin was hiding under his floorboards. Have you been alright?”Florin will stay with her for a time making small talk ”I have dinner with the mayor this evening but as soon as I am able I will return to you.”
Vin nods at Florin then motions him closer. "I'm glad for the warning lad. I'll make sure to check the house and store, and have my neighbors do the same." His face then turns slightly sour. "So... I've heard some rumors about you and my daughter being 'indisposed' at the same time. Let me simply say that they had better just be rumors. My girl doesn't need to be dazzled by some big city noble trouncing about the town after his victory. If I find out anything further... you and I will have more than words." The large man clenches his fists to illustrate his point.
Vulf smiles down at Zelaria and hugs her to him his arms wrapped about her softly before kissing her cheek in reply.
"When I find a flower worthy of you I will lay my wreath at your feet. And no monster or man shall keep it from you. If we do have to grow apart I shall as well, be at your side. But..." he pauses and grins suddenly white teeth flashing. " If you gave me the gift of your company I would never let you down." he finishes then and releases her glancing about at the townsfolk who had stopped and stared at the young couple.
He giggled suddenly and swooped up Zelaria in his arms and dashed off only to set her down when they had rounded the corner of the street away from prying eyes. "Now lets go help the town!"
Zelaria colors, but is startled when Vulf picks her up easily and carries her away. She is quite relieved that the sense of weightlessness ends abruptly enough, and she is set right again. "Aye, Vulf, which is what I meant to do, at the temple," she answers. "If our food stores are in danger, the priests of Erastil and Abadar should be informed. Theirs is the responsibility for collecting and maintaining the surplus.
"Come," she says and offers her hand again. "Ours is not so heroic a task at first glance, but neither are my magics," she hums and grins.
Seeing Vulf's playful gesture, Dorrak smiles remembering what it's like to find excitement in the company of a woman. It had been long enough that the perfume had faded but not so long that the memory was lost.
Ah, Torag, they're an impulsive lot these humans. Seems our paths may converge for a time. If my duty is to help guide either or both of them to greater stability I shall see the task through. Or perhaps they will right themselves... sometimes the most worthwhile lessons are learned by making great mistakes. Heh. Indeed, the most direct route to the peak seems so clear when peering down the mountain.
Dorrak bends over and picks up a few stones from the ground. He lightly tosses one at a time up in the air and lets it fall into his hand making a sharp *click* as it meets the other stones. Since the others have all gone off to chat with other acquaintances, he decides to wander around town lost in thought until it's time to prepare for the dinner meeting with Shalelu.
When the sun begins to go down you file into The Hagfish. Behind the bar is the gregarious one legged owner, Jargie Quin, and behind him is his prize hagfish, Nora. The stained leather pouch next to her tank looks full of coins, with a small sign saying Drink a pint from the tank and win the money and fame! 1s to try. Above this there are several names and a couple rough portraits carved into the beam. You are surprised to see Shalelu's among them. In the far corner of the tavern are two card games and a dice game, each with it's share of cheers and wailings as Desna favors or spurns the players. Sitting right in the middle is Shalelu, telling a tale to a large group of fishermen, one of whom is counting loudly, apparently timing her. She takes a sip from her mug and continues. "So I'm up against the wall, 12 goblins got me, and one's in my hair. I've got my swords out but I don't think I can do it, when I remember. Old sharptusk is near here, and he hates goblins. So I draw the jerkey I was eating earlier, which is lamb--" At this point one of the patrons shouts "Twas beef earlier!" and several agree. "DAMN! You got me." The elven woman grins. "Looks like I'll never beat your record old friend." She directs to Jargie.
Zelaria blushes when she observes Shalelu being casual with so many men about her, would that I had such ease! and directs herself to the bar and it's keep.
"What have you that is not ale and tank water?" Zelaria asks, frowning at the display of the hagfish. "I've a delicate stomach and prefer to keep my wits about me and the volume of my voice a shade less than obnoxious," Zelaria flashes a smile. "If at all possible."
"Aye, then yer smarta than mosta these hulligans." Quin jokes as he puts down the glass. "We got several drinks 'ere. Caydenbrew, Syntynwyne, Grog, Dragon Punch, Rumboozle and Common Wines. What'll be yer fancy miss?"
Zelaria chuckles softly. Alcohol, alcohol and more alcohol. I do not suppose that it would be beneficial to ask for a glass of milk...
"A pitcher of whatever it is Mistress Shalelu and her companions are drinking, then," she replies, and sets a gold on the counter, "and a glass for myself, I suppose.
"Ya sure? Grog ain't exactly tha most ladylike o' my drinks."
"Dragon Punch? What is that?" Vulf asks quizzically as he stands next to Zelaria.
"It does, however, sound the least intimidating," Zelaria replies, with a pointed smile at Vulf. "Although it appears that my friend would disagree with me. If the coin is good, I will stand him for a glass of dragon punch as well."
"Alright miss. One pitcher of grog, one cup and a cup of Dragon Punch as well." The man roots around the back room for a bit before coming back in. The grog is a thick looking brownish drink that smells spicy. Dragon Punch is a red-gold drink in a very small glass that smells extremely strong.
"My thanks, Master," Zelaria says and inclines her head in a polite salute, then grasps the handle of the pitcher and takes her empty glass.
Sparing a smile for Vulf, Zelaria glides to the table where Shalelu and her companions have already established themselves, and sets the pitcher down. "I hope trust this is an appropriate offering to match your hospitality, Mistress," Zelaria suggests with a smile. "Sirs, I gather that there is more than enough for us to share as well," she continues, and pours herself a glass of the solution to show her willingness to commune with them.
Zelaria raises the glass to her lips and tastes the liquid, but when they begin to burn, her eyes pop. She reluctantly swallows the foul brew and begins fanning her face. "By Cayden's grace! Why would anyone subject themselves to-" she begins, and then looks sheepishly to her companions. "Pray, pardon me. I have not a goodly amount of experience with alcohol." Indeed, I have not any experience with alcohol.
Dorrak feels nervous walking into the bar. The smell of alcohol, the telltale signs of inebriation on the faces of a few patrons. It brought memories of her. Drinking her *custom* wines and teas made from the plants and fungus he knew to be dangerous. Getting lost for days in the swirl of color as she danced with her scarves ... and don't forget the disappointment caused by my frequent absence he reminded himself. Sober and steady, ol' boy, sober and steady. Let's not get carried away. His thoughts returned to the present and he listened as Jargie listed his beverages to the others.
HAHA! Dragon Punch is when you're about to ... and she's ... well ... Dorrak blushes and stammers realizing that he's not among his closest friends and perhaps needs to filter his jokes. Never mind, old Dwarf joke. Better for you to stick with the stuff in the mug but watch yer head. He smiles and winks at Vulf.
For me, I'm trying to keep my thoughts in order and my mouth out of trouble. As bad as this idea might sound ... I'll try my gut at the tank water. Worst case scenario it'll provide a laugh at my expense, yeah?
He drops a silver on the bar.
Noticing Zelaria's face after she has taken a sip from her mug he chuckles. Aye, you watch your head too, li'l miss. Before ya know it the sun will be up and we'll be recounting horrifically embarrassing tales of the evening if you're not careful.
Vulf shrugs and throws back the drink into his mouth and swallows it after a few moments of letting it sit on his tongue.
IT BURNED and kept burning all the way down to his stomach. He coughs loudly and blinks looking around wildly.
"What....what..was that?"
Zelaria nods, acknowledging Father Dorrak's wisdom. "I thank you for your concern, Father, but I find that this is one temptation that it will be all that difficult for me to resist," she replies sweetly, and places the glass on the table. She cannot resist that which tells her to lick her burning lips, however. "I should think that my words are well known enough as a cause embarrassment to others, without making a spectacle of myself by slurring them."
Copper perks up when he hears the list of drinks. He looks up towards his friend. Rohan sighs and orders from the barkeep and sets a gold piece down. "A cup of Dragon Punch for me and the Golden Terror over here." After he receives the drinks the pair will walk over to where Shalelu and her friends are and sit down. They each take a sip of the so called "punch" at the same time. Rohan blinks his eyes and resists the urge to scrunch his face as he gulps down the fire water. A smile forms on Copper's face while he drinks. He picks up the cup and chugs it down as he seems to enjoy it."Now that's a drink! Another one please!" The little wyrmling yells to the barkeep. When he notices Zelaria's admittance of being unexperienced with alcohol, his grin widens."Well, you gain experience by doing, right? One more for my pretty friend, Aria!" Copper adds to his order. He almost spits out his drink as Dorrak starts his dirty joke. He finishes gulping it down and laughs.
Zelaria's eyes widen. "Thank you, Copper, you are exceedingly generous," she says softly, intending to sip only. Zelaria bites her lower lip and looks to Father Dorrak for support. "Father, I trust that you disposed of my share of the gains responsibly?"
"No problem, Aria! Cheers!" Copper replies as he raises his cup and drinks it down before ordering another one.
"What is this, a race to get Zelaria drunk so we can take advantage of her?"
Florin Looks puzzled when he hears the list of drinks available. Common wines? [b]A glass of common wine please and a chaser of dragon punch if you would be so kind.
Bardic Knowledge local? (Dragon Punch):
Florin knock backs the red liquid and almost falls over coughing he straightens and gestures for another.
The bartender yells "WE GOT ONE FOR THE TANK!!" and the whole bar gathers round. A tankard of 'water' is placed in front of Dorrak as the whole bar grows silent. As the dwarf picks up the 'water' it doesn't even move, seeming almost more slime than liquid.
Nodding to Aria's inquiry Indeed, the reward money has been put to good use. It's not sufficient to mend the great damage done to a young family but it will at least keep food in their bellies for now. It was a selfless act and I commend you for it, Lass.
When Jargie sets the mug down on the bar Dorrak begins to regret the idea. Picking up the glass to examine it he begins to nervously tells a story.
Saw something like this once when I was on rounds outside of Janderhoff. Squad came across slime trails just like this... Troglodytes were raising giant slugs as mounts, wreaking havoc on everything they came across. Weren't sure how we were going to handle it at first so we tracked them and the day before we found them one of the deep runners pointed out slugs don't like salt. Heheh let me tell you, THAT was an interesting time.
Looking up from the liquid he realizes everyone is staring at him and tunnel vision sets in. Dorrak looks to Florin and says Tell my mother I love her. And with that he closes his eyes, puts the mug to his mouth and starts gulping down the slime.
Will:
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After several heavy swallows the vile fluid stops flowing from the mug. Head still tipped back, Dorrak slowly opens one eye to verify the bottom of the glass is visible.
Okay... horrible taste but it's down ... seems like it's going to stay there ... Thanks Torag ... now, play it cool ol' boy, play it cool.
He pulls the mug away from his mouth, returns his head to an upright position, places the mug lightly on the bar and shrugs at Jorgie.
So, who writes my name on the wall now?
Many disgusted sounds come from the patrons, but the cheer afterward is quite worth it. "Wow... that's faster 'en most can even swallow it. You need anyting to wash that down wit, you just ask me, best whiskey in the house for you, and you get to write yer own name 'less you think somun else can do it better." He produces a fine dagger and hands it to Dorrak, who still looks a little green, hilt first, along with the bag of winnings.
"Ugh... I still remember that stuff. Worse than goblin meat." Shalelu pulls a face. "Good to see you all, and with Miss Prissy here drinking a little too. How's that burn treating you girl?" The elf asks with a wink. "Can't believe even a dwarf could chug that crap so fast, you wanna give it a try big boy?" She shoots to Vulf. "Or maybe your talkative friend would care to take a hand at yarning?" She makes a motion towards Florin. "I've heard he tells quite the tales."
Zelaria bristles at being called prissy, her violet eyes flashing anger for a moment.
"I do not know what it is you intended by that statement, Mistress, but I am reserved not prissy," Zelaria bites back. "If I must drink to be considered worthy of speaking with you," she continues and tips the drink back and proceeds to mainline the grog.
Zelaria slams the empty glass down on the table. "So be it," she finishes, hissing, and belches.
”yarning?” Florin asks. He seems a little distracted and his skin has paled a shade as he stares from Dorrak to the foul smelling mug and back again. Absently gulping the Dragon punch again his is immediately recalled to the bar as he again almost falls over. Florin turns to face Shalelu the drink affecting his restraint. ”Let me tell you those tales are all false!... It’s at least 12 inches and there was actually 3 wenches and no Donkey!” He says with a flirtatious wink. “Come then lets Yarn!” he says.
"Are you okay?" Copper asks out of concern while guzzling down more Dragon Punch. He tries his best to not laugh at the exchange between the females. "Good job, Dorrak." As Rohan congratulates the dwarven priest. So the books on dwarves were accurate.
"Knight of filth!" Zelaria hisses using her mother's tongue and rises, sending the chair she was sitting in screeching across the filthy floor.
"I'll not sit here and be subjected to your lechery, Sir Florin. Your clearly deficient sense is highlighted by your inability to control your baser impulses and complete ignorance of tact!
"I agreed to meet here to learn more of the danger to this city, not entertain inebriated strumpets!"
Zelaria exhales and nearly deflates completely. Her body is hot, too hot, and her sense of her magics is dulled, but her skin prickles... awkwardly.
"Why are you in such a hurry, Prissy? We have all night and I'd like to relax after being stuck in the wilderness for a couple weeks." Shalelu dismisses your outburst and turns to Florin. "Nothing to do with that, handsome, but it's a simple game we play here. You simply tell a story, as long and as wild, and as detailed as you can without contradicting yourself. Someone counts off the seconds for you and everyone bets on how long you can go. I'm pretty good, made it to 24 minutes once, but Quin is the champ. He tells a different story of how he lost that leg every time, and his current record is 48 minutes without a contradiction or slip-up." She seems awed at this feat. "Man just seems to keep every detail in his head perfect."
"Why are you in such a hurry, Prissy? We have all night and I'd like to relax after being stuck in the wilderness for a couple weeks." Shalelu dismisses your outburst.
"My name, Mistress, is Zelaria, not Prissy, not girl," Zelaria emphasizes, "and I've no particular taste for idleness when I hear that families... have been slain," her voice seems to trail at the last, the words barely escaping her lips.
Zelaria frowns and picks up her glass again, then turns it over and slams it on the table.
"Father Dorrak, will that vile tank water induce vomiting? I find no joy in inebriation, and wish to be rid of the cause."
Florin finishes his wine in a gulp and winces at the acidic taste.”So how long do you think I can last eh?” He says leaning closer to Shalelu.
“Here we go!”
Perform: Oratory
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Florin begins however the drink begins to take affect and he slurs his words somewhat.
“Let me tell you the tale of the time I was betrothed to a shackles pirate captain by the name of Black Bess the Bloody, stunningly beautiful she was had a mane of obsidian hair that reached to the deck. I was collecting 500yards of canvas for my father, at a very reasonable price I might add, when the merchant ship I was on was attacked. Now I was thinking ‘Why would a Shackles ship be this far north of Garund.” Any way we stood to quarters and I had taken my beloved aboard to show her the sea view I was to propose to her upon completion of my transaction with the merchants and I had this ring with a jewel the size of a sword pommel. So we stood to quarters, and the two ships circled each other firing bolts and arrows at each other, the man next to me he was struck in the neck and toppled into the water. Now looking down I saw the sea was thick with sharks as if Besmara herself was below the depths.”
Dorrak carves his name next to the others in traditional dwarven runes and hands the dagger back to Jargie before making his way to the table of companions.
Catching the last bits of the discussion between Shalelu and Aria Dorrak shakes his head, seeing this could quickly lead in the wrong direction. While the others listen to Florin Dorrak leans toward Aria.
Now lass, the more you let her get you worked up the more she'll push it. Just let her insults pass you by. We can't bring back those who've been ripped away and a bit of conversation shouldn't put us off course. Let's focus on learning what we can from her experience and not get hung-up on the barbs of her personality. He lightly takes Aria's mug of drained grog and slides it away from her. You and I might be better to stick with common wines tonight since clean water isn't on tap.