Through the looking glass

Game Master Lloyd Jackson

Thom nods regrettably at the middle-aged man's first comment, the nods a second time when the man continues talking…. this time adding a what else would we do shrug.

When the man finishes talking, Thom gives Beylinda a curious half-smile. "Apparently we just walked these girls across an area they call 'devil's homestead'." He barks out a laugh, "Apparently it's a noteworthy feat."

When the townsfolk bring in the circular-map-thing, Thom stoops down to inspect. "Now this is clever… but… this isn't anything I've seen before." He runs his fingers over the ridges of the mountains surrounding the mediterranean part of the map, scowling in confusion at their placement. "This may be the worst map of the Inner Sea I've ever seen. And I'm no cartographer, but nothing on here outside of this Inner Sea area looks any kind of familiar at all."

He stands up, looking over at Beylinda, "What in all the hells did that machine do, boss? And – just a side note – more and more I'm realizing you didn't pay me enough for this gig. Unless something starts making a lot more sense quickly, we're renegotiating our agreement."

in a language only thom understands

Lol. Your choices are Common, Vishkanyan, or Draconic. I'm guessing any of the three would work fine (given that none of hte locals are likely to speak any of those, and Thom has Comprehend languages running).

Thom shrugs and steps away from the circle-map, struggling to suppress a yawn. It'd been a rough couple of days... the bloodloss wasn't helping.

Not having anything better to do, Thom ambles over to stand between E-Terah and the new guy... River. He quietly makes sure E-Terah, Annie, and Geth are up to speed before turning and smiling encouragingly at River. In the over-pronounced, over-annunciated, and over-gesticulated manner in which everyone speaks to foreigners, Thom addresses River, "It sure would be nice if you had a clue what we were saying." He gives the man an exaggerated smile and thumbs-up, "This completely sucks."

it's Vishkanyan as you had a personal issue you brought up :)

E-Terah eyed the spherical map skeptically.

Hmmm...I ain't no real fan o' maps an' th' like if'n they help we get to directly t' where I'm headed,but...I don' believe that's a representative of Golarion. Mah da's damn near 4 centuries old an' he's still gambooling about. He's been to most places in the world---and many off. I'm thinkin' we just might be off-world. Not another Plane or even ' another dimension-- another planet all together.It's been known t' happen from time t' time--accidental or intentional. An' mah da knows damned well what he's talkin' about.

The she-dwarf stroked her sideburns with gloved.fingers distractedly,her scowl becoming pronounced with worry....An' if that's right,we're in deeper shit than we originally thought.Not stranded across continents but to another planet. Only fortunate thing is the environment can sustain us. Either that or we done wound up in one o' those....alternate realities or somesuch. I'm not all that sure how me da got himself back 't Golarion that time he told me something about gettin stuck on a moon with succubus an' gravity that made you jump like a kangaroo wit wings. I wasn't really payin all that much attention. This was when mah foolish sis was playin about with one o' mah da's pistols an' shot me square in th' back.By th' gods,if that didn't burn like a hot coal stuck in mah flesh...

Realizing she'd gotten off topic at the memory and had started to ramble,she shook her self and shrugged at her companions.I mean...even some o' th' Pathfinder Tales mentioned similar situations.They were just so...fanciful that I never bothered t' read ' em 't their conclusions. Other than that,I'm atta loss,ya'll. I'll admit, I'm not all too worried-- as long as I don't outright keel over an' die o' get myself slain, I figure I can burn a decade pondering out how t' get back.We could always contact whatever gods they got here to do it. Or something that can grant wishes. Or.if we're REALLY desperate,get our hands on a portable hole and a bag o' holdin,put ' em together an' pray it'll fling us back to Golarion if it don't outright kill us in the tear o' reality th' explosion would create.

Backtracking a little

As the group walks River tries to talk to Veronica. From the story I heard from the other girls it sounds like your father opposed the brotherhood sorcerer and only helped him to save you. In the end he attacked the brotherhood agent the only way he knew how. He was a brave man. Tell me about him.

During questioning.

River explains everything he can to the the lawman, explaining how its likely that the brotherhood summoner was up to something very bad, about to fuel some evil summoning with the girl's lives, and the shepherd thwarted him, sacrificing himself to do so. He will add whatever he learns from Veronica to the story and tell it truthfully but with as much positive spin as he can for the shepherd (unless he picks up on something I do not know about). Its likely these folks got summoned in place of whatever the brotherhood had in mind. The fought off demons and managed to put down that summoner to boot. They saved your girls. They are heros and deserve a hero's welcome from the town, as well as some kind of reward. But for now they are wounded, hungry, and tired. I saw you up us up for the night and let us get a good night's rest.

odd I thought I posted but alas it is nowhere to be found now to remember what I wrote yesterday... even wirder is the fact that it shows up under the alias as my last post yet does not appear on the thread.

Annie is completely bored as the incoherent babble continues. looking for something interesting

she starts to wander toward any fires she can spot.

Unable to understand whatever the jolly manling River was talking about and apparently it wasn't all that pressing for Thom to translate for her,the dwarf maid wasn't all that bothered not knowing what was being said around her.It was more or less being stricken by her curse in the heat of battle-- unable to speak or hear and comprehend anything spoken except Terran.

Then again,she was used to being around other dwarves and oreads who could understand and communicate with her regardless of what tongue she spoke.

Seeing Beylinda looking rather distraught at the revelation of their situation,and considering her earlier suggestions to the group about being stuck on another planet,she went over to the Vishkanyan woman and gave her a reassuring pat on the side where she reach on the taller humanoid.

Keep calm,Miss Beylinda. I'm worried meself but we'll weather this like any other...trial we've undertook while together.We make a right capable party,especially wit' you at our head. I've got a bit o' dwarven stout ale or some applejack cider if'n that'll smooth yer nerves.I mean,think o' all th' things they've got 'ere! They're ironmongery an' craftbuild is fascinatin'! On par wit' th' greatest dwarven forgers! I can't wait t' get mah hands on some samples an' schematics fo' th' vehicles an' architecture 'ere! I cannot wait t' see what mah clanmates hafta say about th' swag I'll return home wit!!
Her honey gold-flecked eyes glimmered excitedly at the thought.

Then she noticed that the little firebug of thier group had skipped off,getting farther away with each step swinging her ugly ragged teddy bear as she went.She frowned,imaging something catching on fire soon and the rest of them getting blamed for it.

Oi,somebody better keep an eye on th' pyromanic brat...

Sorry, E-Terah, I meant to write a blurb about how he's trying to keep the rest of you abreast of the conversation. Please assume he has been, sorry for the oversight.

Dot?

I LIVE!

As River joins the conversation with Thom and the Sheriff, the man nods in agreement. Sure. Sure. I'll get you all rooms at the Goose. Then see if Father Jack can give us the gift of tongues or something.

By the globe, Beylinda continues to be pelted with questions. Are you from Rome? Greece? Have you met the Pope? Can you speak Latin? What's going on with England and Norland? Are you from earth? Are you an Alien? until the Sheriff shouts to get people's attention.

This is all very interesting, but they're pretty rung out. Getting eaten by needles and being heroes tends to do that. So, leave 'em be while I see if there's a prayer or something to let us talk.
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With that the Sheriff, finally giving you his name of Shawn Green takes you to the Goose, what appears to be an inn turned inside out and stretched into a line. A stable lies on the far side. There are some eighteen rooms, each with a single door opening to the outside emblazoned with the black silhouette of the aforementioned bird in flight. After inquiring as to the number of rooms you will need. Green disappears behind the building, returning later with a woman who hands you keys to the rooms. I. Will. Come. In. The. Morning. To. Clean. Do. You. Understand?

While waiting you notice that around the stable seem to be several men dressed very differently from what you've seen in town. Long belted tunics, with a bits of embroidery along the collar emblazoned with a blue and grey shield on a orange field, instead of the plain shirts you've seen. They pay no attention to you, their attention focused on horses and a rather odd carriage with small black wheels. The carriage itself is finely decorated and bears a larger version of the shield, which is very much in the style of Taldan nobility, though on the larger shield the field is grey.

The shield itself is divided horizontally, the upper half being divided again to form quarters. The left quarter is a white tower, while the right is an orange shield on a brown field. The bottom half shows a ship atop white waves.

The carriage also bears poles from which fly flags of blue and grey bordered in orange, orange and brown bordered in black, and lastly a flag of just black and red, in descending order.

Green leaves you with some last words, I've paid for a week's stay, and you can run a tab wherever you want for food. Just don't get extravagant. Noticing your looks towards the carriage, he smiles wryly, Oh yes, don't do anything stupid. We've got a noble from Portland visiting, and all those flags mean high muckity-muck. Lady Strangeways takes some getting used to, so just smile and nod. I'll be back with the Father tomorrow morning.

If there is anything you'd like clarification/embellishing on, just say so. Otherwise, just tell me how you spend the rest of the day and we'll see what the morrow brings.

Beylinda will wave her thanks to green.

She will go and claim a room for herself.

Once everyone has settle in the will call for a meeting in her room.

well as some of you have come to understand we are not on Golarion anymore. From my initial research we are still somewhere on the prime material plane tough. I don't think none of you know but not to far from Golarion there are other inhabited world. Magic teleportation devices can reach these world. Our gods still touch these close world in fact. But from the drawing made by these men we aren't even in golarion's system. We are in a completely different one. Actually we are very far away as none of the stars constellation are remotely the same. I am no specialist so i can't say if they are entirely different or if they are just positioned differently because we moved our viewpoint from golarion to here.

she pauses take a sip from a glass of wine before continuing.

I have a theory on how we got here but i have no idea how annie got sucked in this, after all she didn't tell us much.

taking an other sip

to the subject of getting home. Thom i have no clues by my standard knowledge i would say that with the right coordinates a teleport without error would be the minimum we should be looking at. But i don't know if it would work. Travel trough the other planes wouldn't solve our relative distance problems either.

finishing her glass

This world is a much more advance technology and does know magic both divine and arcane. Our own powers seems to be working as each of us we use our own internal connection rather then being gifted abilities like cleric are. Tough i suppose their gods have nothing in common with ours.We don't know how powerful their magic is compared to ours so we should be careful until we know more about it. Our way of casting spells or renewing our energies might be something they don't know.

In conclusion thom, E terah, this pathfinder mission is over. Our contract is done and everyone is relieved of all obligations. I personally intend to make the most out of this unique opportunity while trying to find a way back. Although it might take years.

Last advice the less people know here that we aren't from next dorr the better it is. After all we don't know much about them and just knowing there are other civilizations out there might open up possibilities of invasion. And even if their magic is less than ours their technology more then makes up for it.

She refiles her glass and looks at all those in front of her.

Think a little bit Luna Lovegood, a little bit Wednesday Addams. Not so much intentionally creepy, but obviously considers matters from a completely different angle than most people.
The picture doesn't really do it right, but she does look & sound like an Asian Elf. I'm not going to try & do an accent however.

Roused from her musings, Blossom focuses once more on the present. "Oh good, the flowers don't smell right anyway."

There are only four available rooms, so some people will have to double up. It might not matter or it might. Blossom, sounds fine, just don't over-do it.

Annie just follows along going to the inn.

I wonder what the deal is with the fires? she muses to herself but not really silently

edit: mis-read about the meeting being in her room.

when she hears her name mentioned from Beylinda probably because nobody bothered to ask, people are quick to call me names though. so yeah I like fire, big deal, I draw my power from fire, so what.

Annie goes and grabs some wine to have a sip. and sits. I don't really know much about stars and planets or planes to much. that all sounds very complicated.

No response for Beylinda after she calls the meeting?

Sitting herself next to the small girl, Blossom nods in commiseration. "It can certainly seem that way..."
"It often helps to think of it like returning to a house which has new occupants. You may know where everything is supposed to be, but it is still best to recognize it is their house, not yours."

well you know annie you should studdy the knowledge of the planes as most of your powers comes from calling creatures that inhabit those. So knowing about what you call is .... how should i put it.. valuable. she replies to annie

don't be alarmed i am just going to cast a detect magic she warns everyone before casting the spell.

E-Terah had claimed one of the four rooms in the oddly arranged inn dubbed the Goose,taking enough time to shuck her armor and wash away dirt and sweat and blood as best she could using her creation of water and a bar of soap in a bizarre wash basin set apart in a closet-sized room. She set the heavy stoneplate aside onto her backpack underneath the bed in the room,clad only in the supple leather dress decorated with brass rings,leather cord,and polished stones studded into it she had worn underneath.

She made her way to the room Beylinda had claimed,where the others had gathered to discuss their situation before bedding down for the night. She helped herself to some of the wine that the former Pathfinder was indulging in,carefully handling the glass so not to accidently crush it in her firm grip.

All throughout the conversation,she listened with polite interest,her face a stotic mask set in a neutral frown that seemed to be her default expression.Her arms remained crossed under her heavy bosom,head tilted to the side.Her Mohawk had been brushed sideways so it fell over the right side of her face.(A la Jessica Rabbit)It gleamed glossy beneath muted candlelights that lit the room.

Hmmm.I suppose there ain't much we all c'n do about it f'r now. Since I suddenly find meself without a job at th' moment,I'll jus' be focusin' on some other things.Like findin' out more about this place. Especially thier advancements in architecture an' ironmongery.There's gotta be a forge ' round 'ere t' produce what I've seen.I wanna see how an' who been makin' these bits.Maybe check out th' weapons an' armor they be usin'. If'n any o' y'all wanna join me in a bit a sightseein', that'll be fine. I gotta find meself another warhound-- or train one since I haven't seen Rye-Whiskey since we ended up here.Hope she's still live an' survivin' wherever she may be...

The she-dwarf turned to leave,waving an arm as she headed back to her room.Imma get me some rest.I'll need some time t' adjust meself to this world's stones an' soil.See what th' mystery o' stone has to tell me...Whoever needs someplace t' sleep is welcome. Jus' remember t' warn me firs'...I don' wanna melt somebody's face off who don' deserve it.

I LIVE!

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As River joins the conversation with Thom and the Sheriff, the man nods in agreement. Sure. Sure. I'll get you all rooms at the Goose. Then see if Father Jack can give us the gift of tongues or something.

Clairification - Are you saying all the girls rescued were staying with the shepherd? And while the week's room and board is a nice reward, River was suggesting that the group be allowed to keep the gear they found. I am fine if the answer is "no we need the gear", but wanted to make sure you knew my request.

Beylinda will wave her thanks to green.

She will go and claim a room for herself.

Once everyone has settle in the will call for a meeting in her room.

well as some of you have come to understand we are not on Golarion anymore. From my initial research we are still somewhere on the prime material plane tough. I don't think none of you know but not to far from Golarion there are other inhabited world. Magic teleportation devices can reach these world. Our gods still touch these close world in fact. But from the drawing made by these men we aren't even in golarion's system. We are in a completely different one. Actually we are very far away as none of the stars constellation are remotely the same. I am no specialist so i can't say if they are entirely different or if they are just positioned differently because we moved our viewpoint from golarion to here.

she pauses take a sip from a glass of wine before continuing.

I have a theory on how we got here but i have no idea how annie got sucked in this, after all she didn't tell us much.

taking an other sip

to the subject of getting home. Thom i have no clues by my standard knowledge i would say that with the right coordinates a teleport without error would be the minimum we should be looking at. But i don't know if it would work. Travel trough the other planes wouldn't solve our relative distance problems either.

finishing her glass

This world is a much more advance technology and does know magic both divine and arcane. Our own powers seems to be working as each of us we use our own internal connection rather then being gifted abilities like cleric are. Tough i suppose their gods have nothing in common with ours.We don't know how powerful their magic is compared to ours so we should be careful until we know more about it. Our way of casting spells or renewing our energies might be something they don't know.

In conclusion thom, E terah, this pathfinder mission is over. Our contract is done and...

I suspect River will not be invited but will come if he is. Otherwise he will make sure you know what room he is in and to come to him if you need anything.

you suspected right. and after all even if you were you wouldn't even understand my words...

Exactly. Not trying to rush things along to morning BUT in the morning River will come to Beylinda's room, and after some acting to communicate he is casting a helpful spell, cast Share Language on her. Welcome to Idaho. he says with a smile. Or what's left of it.

Thanks for the clarification check. No. The girls were not staying with the shepherd. Four of the girls were staying at one of their houses when the tatooed sorcerer kidnapped them. As he was taking them south, he came upon April and the shepherd and coerced them along.

The room and board is mainly because people are looking pretty wane after 5 points of con damage, and gives sheriff and counsil a chance to figure out what the reward should be. The gear won't be part of it though, that's government property.

p.s. You're in former Oregon, not Idaho. Anything else?

+ we don't need that gear after all we have our own :)

So cherry, Thom what do you wish to do now?

No worries there DM grey

well at least this room looks clean of magic we didn't bring. So its look ok for now.

As far as sleeping arrangements Annie requests to bunk with Cherry

"如果你堅持一點，但只有你和我...
Oh! my apologies. Alright, but only the two of us, I don't know 'Tibbers' that well..." Blossom adds coyly, her hair sweeping out to open the door to the bed chambers.

E-Terah,meanwhile,back in her room,shook out the bedclothes for parasites like fleas or bedbugs out of habit.When she was satisfied it was clean enough,she climbed into the odd bed that seemed to be comprised of a giant cushion with springs inside it that squeaked at her bulk shifting upon it.She gave it a curious shake that set the entire thing bouncing like an ooze.

She bounced on it for a good minute or so before the day's exertions caught up to her.Feeling rather wan,despite the unflinching front she put on before the others,she felt herself sag tiredly.Letting out a jaw cracking yawn,the she- dwarf swathed herself in the layers of thin linens and quickly slipped into an exhaustive slumber.If anyone knocked upon the door or entered,she didn't respond. Her hand,although dangled off the bed with a weapon cord tied to it to keep her maulaxe within grasp should she ever be assaulted at her most vulnerable.

Feel free to mess with her while she's sleep.She actually sleeps like a rock.Someone could shove her over in the bed and she wouldn't realize until she found someone's foot in her back!

Thom was half-dead on his feet. It was only a mercenary's life-time's worth of on-demand doubled-up watch rotations that kept him alert as he was in the impromptu meeting room.

"So cherry, Thom what do you wish to do now?"

Thom tries unsuccessfully to stifle a yawn, forcing a lull in the conversation until his jaws re-hinge and he can speak. "I don't have a clue. Much as I'd love to claim that freedom from the contract means freedom to explore… I can't really chat with these people, and you guys are the only folks who I know around here."

He shrugs, idly scratching at one of the angry circular punctures where the nasty blood-suckers got him. "Hells, I may take the day to just sleep. Research and investigation really aren't my gig, and until we know where we are and how to get back, there's not much for me to do."

we we are is rather simple thom . We are on a world far far away from ours. The second continent called North America. And to get back it will take at least powerful magic of the 7th circle that no bard poses or a gate.

seeing how tired every one is

well meeting is over and off to bed we go.

The night proceeds without without incident.

With a smile, the Mwangi begins to speak.

To Sherif green

She is an North Elf, a different culture then the rest of the common elf we know

Bluff: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24 no remain motionless and not betray any kind of emotion as the Mwangi man speaks and Beylinda reply

We now call it Absolom amonst ourselves.And as far as the state of things in the Holy lands the three of us don't know. We are archeologist of some sorts hired by an organization call the Pathfinders, something from our local environment, to seek out ruines and recover ancient lore. I was team leader. We discovered on a remote island an old magical planetarium. And long story short we got Zapped there and found ourselves here. I can not speak for the others but i do not follow that faith. she replied in common

After a suspicious sniff at the baked pastry,E-Terah took a bite and found it acceptable to her palette.She chewed and swallowed,wiping her gloved hands with a damp cloth she kept on her person.

Her brows sprang to her hairline when the older dusky skinned human started to speak in absolutely perfect dwarven.Her astonishment became suspicious bewilderment,her brows drawing together in a stern frown.A glance at the others confirmed it-- whatever they heard was different,most likely all of thier native tongues.

....Interesting magicks they got here....she stroked her sideburns thoughtfully,her honey eyes watching the two humans with critical appraisal.

She started to speak in Terran,her voice sounding as though it had dropped several octaves until it sounded like she was talking with a mouth full of marbles that ground together,producing a clicking echo like she was in the depths of a mineshaft.

Interesting spell.I'll jus' assume you be some sort o' cleric.Although I appreciate yo' offerin' fo' blessings fr'm yo' deity,Imma hafta decline until I know more about 'im. We Stout Folk seek guidance an' support wit our gods as well-- as an Oracle,I receive mah powers fr'm th' entire dwarven pantheon.Torag,th' Forge Father an' his ilk.I mean no disrespect.

She nodded deeply until her chin touched her breastplate,bowing without bending her spine in a expression of polite respect.Her flaring Mohawk glimmered with beads of dew.

Switching back to dwarven,her voice her familiar throaty purr,she added,Also,I kneel t' no manling,ally o' not.

Just realized we are all casters!
But only River & I are prepared casters...
Today's prepared spells: Cantrips(bleed, dancing lights, message, stabilize), 1st(charm person, comprehend languages, sanctify corpse), 2nd(blindness/deafness, perceive cues)

Ah ha! What a marvelous jest! I must inquire of the Jill if our Lady of Trickery might bequeath such cleverness upon ourselves.

The rest of you notice that as the Priest begins speaking, Blossom's posture & carriage immediately straighten & still, only to almost as quickly flow back into the more languid motions you have become accustomed to. "謝謝你，歷史悠久的老人!"
"Your pardon, I was surprised to encounter an admonishing one here such distance from 'the Land of the Silver-rooted Tree'. I understand very few such as myself have traveled this way?" Reflecting further, she adds. "I am not a follower of your 'Christian', but will refrain from disrupting your ceremony."

I was raised in the faith good priest and will gladly take your blessing. But I fear these folks are not familiar with the faith as you and I know it.

Thom reacted much like the others… surprise becoming suspicion becoming understanding.

He eats the breakfast as he listens to the conversation play out. Different lands. Different customs. Different names for different 'gods'… though this priest seems nice enough.

He smiles encouragingly when the short dark-skinned man looks at him, "Good morning." It's obvious that he's content to let the others deal with this interaction.

Annie looks at the man and replies in gnomish

Can we all understand each other? Or is it only that the priest can understand/communicate with each of us individually perfectly?

I think it's the latter,Thom.

Yep, Tongues on the priest. Interesting to me that the priest has real spell casting powers. What does River know about that development?

Pagans then? The priest sighs at your answers, I had hoped that with the Lord showing forth His power as in the bible, more would come to the truth. But then, I am forgetting the very lessons themselves, only faith, not miracles, leads to conversion.

Shaking his head and chuckling, Sorcerers and priests contending with their powers, angels and demons fighting for our very souls in the light of day, and false gods from history worshiped anew. It still seems unreal to me. And you changelings treat is as a matter of course, and try not to roll your eyes at another old man who drones on and on about 'before'. Is it not so?

I can still use His gifts to assist, as thanks for saving part of my flock. You saved those children from a terrible fate. So, tell me what you are in need of and how we can best reward you, and I will see to it. In the meantime, your best chances to learn more about what happened would be the Waterhole or Lady Strangeways. The Waterhole is where most salvagers like yourselves end up while passing through. Lady Strangeways is a noble of the Protectorate, a large kingdom to the north of us, and has extensive trade connections that reach even to the Mediterranean. She could likely arrange passage to your home. Pointing to a painted house just across the street, She is for her father's funeral and is staying with her sister.

Turning to River, he pronounces of a blessing of understanding and wisdom. Oddly it seems much more like a prayer than a spell, with none of the usual somatic or material components, ending it with a cross gesture across this chest. Try not to miss Mass so often my son.

Once finished, the priest leaves. Sheriff Green looks to River, Since it looks like you can speak to 'em, mind riding herd? If you need anything, just ask for directions to the station, or shout for Windy if it's urgent. Now if you'll escuse me, I've got to me with Chief Thompson and Sheriff Garcia about those dead boys in the lava beds, and why Deputy Johnson and the others haven't signaled or made contact.

Several options now, just give me an idea of what you plan to do for the rest of the day. The Waterhole is a bar, yes. Also, River and Beylinda, I'll get to your questions/conversation tomorrow.

Silently Annie cocks her head at the breeze. then goes outside looking about. fires? flames? lava? she tries to concentrate on the voice listening for a direction.

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E-Terah gave the pyromanic brat an odd,scrutinizing look when she saw whatever she said so solemnly had spooked the priest enough to clutch at his holy symbol.Her frown deepened when she started to cock her head and listen for something only she could clearly hear.

She dusted off her hands and scoffed.It wasn't her problem unless she set someone on fire that didn't deserve it.Besides,she wasn't one of her brats and she wasn't in the mood to be playing nursemaid.

Gonna go see what kinda spirits they got ' round here they consider alcohol.An' gather some gossip while I'm at it.Then Imma take a long stroll.Mebbie see if'n I can find meself another warhound.I'm not botherin' no grievin' daughter or mindin' no pyromanic brats. I don' feel like gettin' set on fire o' tossed in a clinker t' day.

With that,in Common, the- dwarf brushed crumbs off her stoneplate and swaggered her way towards the place called the WaterHole.