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The well-armed warrior dwarf turns a corner, coming back into view of the party. "Ah'm done clearin' the perimeter, Your Grace. No baddies around here to--" His eyes widen, then rush from body to body as he realizes the implications of the scene before him. He rushes over to Avelina. "Ya've been ambushed!?" Aldoz pulls out his greataxe and begins scanning the area with a furious anxiety. "Damn it! Why do beasties always attack when ah'm not around?! Damn tricky cowardly beasties!"
Aldoz, who was also laughing uproariously, immediately begins scrambling to find a writing utensil and paper. He empties every pouch on his belt and begins peeking in-between pieces of his armor and even in his gloves. "I dinnae have anything to write with!" He slumps, then lets himself fall to a seat on the floor. "I'm so sorry, Princess...." He grabs the flask as it was being presented to Avelina and takes a long swig himself.
A dwarf well into his middle-age follows Avelina close behind. With his dyed wild green hair, his battle-weary axe, and his heavy leathers covered in sutured holes, he might have been collected from the wilds moments ago, if he wasn't also completely clean and clear of dirt. One his eyes is scrunched up while the other is open overwide, as though he is permanently straining to take a close look at something. As Avelina spoke, an expression of honest fatherly joy came over him. ”Gwahahahaha! I dinnae even realize the significance of the lion, Princess! Yer wisdom comes through once again!”
About five minutes later, Avelina's dwarven companion reenters. Mumbling something to himself over-and-over, he looks at each person in the room, repeating the words as if checking them against each of the assembled people. He finally stops on Honor, nodding to himself before walking over. He clearly attempts a hushed tone, but the gesture is undermined by his naturally booming voice, the acoustics of the large common room, and—of course—his decidedly unsubtle appearance. ”Aye, lass.” He pulls a note out of a pouch on his belt and presses it into her hand. ”If ye be Honor, I've got a message fer ye from a 'friend.'” He turns and shuffles off out of the room, as though his presence might be forgotten if he could make his appearance short enough. The Note: The note is written on fine stationary bordered with a pattern of swords and suns. The script flows with a practiced precision that has been marred by a hurried hand. The 'i's bear a distinct similarity to swords. Greetings Miss Honor, Please do not take my outburst for a lack of interest in your proposition. Making such arrangements in full public view is improper, nor would I care to broadcast such an association unnecessarily. If you are still interested, then meet me at The Golden Serpent tonight for dinner, as I previously mentioned. We might discuss such things more privately there. By the Grace of the Inheritor,
The dwarf throws up a triumphant fist in the air, his steady stance the very picture of macho dwarven stoicism. ”Ay'm happy for ye, Princess Avelina. Finally getting' to go on yer pilgrimage, and with a nice lass ta boot.” As soon as the words leave his mouth, the facade crumbles as his lips start quivering and his eyes start to water. Aldoz runs up and embraces the two women. He looks up at Suhaila, tears flowing down the dwarf's crooked eyes. ”Inheritor bless ye, Lass! The Princess has been so lonely with just a stupid dwarf ta keep her company. She dinnae ever say it, but ay know she was lonely. Ay'ma so happy that she's gotta companion now!” He moves to the door, then turns and salutes. ”Ay'll write to the Queen immediately so all the land can hear the happy news!” His head falls, and his tone darkens. ”With the fall a' the stones, the Crusade coulda use some good news fer once.”
He slaps his chest. "Gwahahaha! Right you are, Princess! I'll find that big beastie man and make him put on some clothes!" Aldoz's eyes are crooked, one wide open and the other almost shut, as though he is always trying to take a close look at something. Aldoz straightens his back as he wags his greataxe at Suhaila and Honor. "Dinnae think that the Princess is too fragile to stomach that kinda kinky stuff if she has to! When I found some sacriligeous and damn sexy drawings of the Inheritor back in barracks 34 in Egede, she took responsibility for destroying them personally with some kinda magic thing."
Next to Avelina, you see a dwarf craddling a greataxe. His beard is dyed green, and his gear is disheveled. His face is crooked, and he tends to close his right eye when he speaks. "Gwahahaha! I told you this was the right place, Princess! I'm itching for a chance to go kill some foul evil beasties." |
