"Alright Krango, it's just you and me," Arc says in a low voice. "Your reaction looked suspicious. Why did you start swinging?"
To the newcomer, "Alright you, get in here. Away from the agitated belligerent... Obviously Krango is the one you were warning about. Did Tamir give you any clues on what to do after he's revealed himself?" Grunyer thinks on it for a second before intoning to himself out loud, "Bad dogs get put down." With a sad, but determined look, he takes the opportunity to retrieve his warhammer.
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"You have to believe me. I'm afraid. They'll keep sending assassins to kill us, but, that hasn't worked. So, it's clear to me they are sending someone to make us fear each other. You've got to vet them. I don't trust them. And, you shouldn't either."
Krango does not seem afraid. At least, not afraid of the stranger. And, he seems overanxious to convince you.
To the newcomer, "Alright you, get in here. Away from the agitated belligerent... Obviously Krango is the one you were warning about. Did Tamir give you any clues on what to do after he's revealed himself?" Grunyer thinks on it for a second before intoning to himself out loud, "Bad dogs get put down." With a sad, but determined look, he takes the opportunity to retrieve his warhammer.
"Not really. He only sent me to warn of a traitor among you. I chose to take advantage of a stranger presenting themself to see if I could root out this vile spy... and it seems I have done so. I have no further instructions beyond that. I have only brief descriptions of your group. Perhaps you could tell me more about you".
She then looks worriedly at the door. "Do you think it is safe to have your wizard... Arc is it... alone with that individual".
"Krango, relax and just tell me what's going on with you. It's me, man. We're buds."
Not safe at all. I don't know that I can trust you, partner, but you have point. Krango started acting all strange with not sudden warning
Arc's jaw clenches in irritation. "You can relax because no one is currently bludgeoning, slashing, or stabbing you or I. So, no one is currently trying to kill us. If you want to run away, you can but I'd like you to be honest with me before you go. Have you betrayed the Pathfinder Society? I am not asking because I think that it is true, I'm asking because I have to entertain the possibility."
"Also, I will not flee because I will protect our allies from harm."
Arc knocks on the door and simply says through the door, "It is just me. He's gone."
Grunyer relaxes a bit at Arc's return without Krango. "I'm sure that will come back to haunt us later... no matter! We have a new volunteer to sus out. She seems well intentioned enough to me though. Showed us a traitor in our midst at least."
Krango... who would have thought?... Anyway, thank you, m'lady.
D'osh says, tipping his hat I'm D'osh Kala, gunslinger extraordinaire. Can shoot a fly, but can't get my horse to obey me if my life depends on it
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“Strange traitor. Krango risked his life a couple of times to aid us in battle,” Clarius says with a frown as he puts his weapons away.
He extends a hand to the newcomer to shake if she so wishes. “Clarius, of Taldor. I dabble. I stab people who are threatening us.” He motions to his healer’s kit, which he wears. “I used to be a medic.”
Arc, an early twenties human man with a mixed heritage indicative of Absalom, comes back in and closes the door behind him. He is in a thin loose fitting shirt and thin pants. At his shins and knees, are parts of a suit of scale mail. His black hair is unkempt and his expression is tired and disappointed. "Krango disagreed with our assignment. He thought that we were being put into too much danger." Arc shrugs, "So he left. I'm going back to bed. Unlike you all, my expertise requires a good night's rest."
Khajuna is a thin dark-skinned female orc with tattoos about her arms and hands. She has prominent tusks and wields a Battle axe with a crossbow slung across her back. Both the shield on her back, and the holy symbol about her neck display the open palm of Irori. Her robes are home-spun rough cloth but died a dark scarlet.
"I am satisfied that my approach to unveiling treachery was successful. Should I watch the door tonight to ensure he doesn't return with malice in mind this evening? You know him better than I. Though not expressed it was implied that I join you in your assignment... especially since your now down a person"?
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The human with dwarf swagger nods to trapping of the priest of Irori. Grinning as he says it, "I'm partial to Torag myself. Grunyer Hearthkeeper. Though your arrival was exciting, being interrupted at night is a bit disorienting. I feel naked without my armor you see... Anyway, if Tamir sent you, you're alright by me. How about we all get some shut eye and see what tomorrow brings."
He returns to his sleeping spot next to a pile of gleaming armor, clearly intending to stand out in combat as a target. Returning his shield to the arrangement, he sits to return to sleep for the designated time.
The rest of the night passes quietly.
In the morning, you go to the common room where a breakfast of meats, cheeses, and sweet wines is already at the tables.
There is a relatively loud person at one of the other tables, some kind of cleric or acolyte, telling stories. Based upon the location of some of the stories, you might doubt the veracity of the stories. But, he is entertaining, at least.
"So, there I was, my patron depending upon me to heal him and his other mercenaries, with no healing magic left. So, I go up to him, lay my hands upon his forehead, and shout 'By Ranginori, the Young Wind God, Be Healed! Be Healed!' And, what do you know? His wounds closed up. The light came back into his eyes, and that is how I changed from being a devotee of Skode."
His entire table laughs and what must have been a punchline to a longer joke. He digs into the food, as other conversations rise up.
"Welcome Khajana, time for sleeping now mate. and the kineticist does.
Perhaps she dreams of the night beforw, when ahe thought this assignment was over.
Alexander gives you directions to the Gorgeous Tulip Inn. "I'll send someone to meet you. Expect the passphrase 'Young Wind God'."
Finally, the goblin thinks.
During breakfast she opens an air gate and begins to juggle some trinkets. "I know something about winds,"
she gestures at Khajana and Grunyer, "and my mates know something about the gods. Join us when you are free there eh?"
Grunyer, clad in his armor, raises an eyebrow at Pneuferros observation. "Glad you were payin' attention. I completely missed it..."
Arc leans toward Grunyer, "That's what I was thinking." He then stands up and shouts to joke teller, "Hey! Comedian! We didn't hear your whole thing about the young wind god! Would you mind telling us!? I'm happy to cover your meal!"
Khajuna discretely joins the new crew she just met for breakfast. She decides to listen instead of interjecting for now... at least till she gets a better grasp of the situation.