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"That's it! No more discussion!" Linds voice booms. Argentov walks behind a stone, shouts a word of magic, and suddenly a dense fog rolls over the area.
"There is no time! Go or stay but make yourselves ready, whatever! Questions can be answered later when there might be time!" shouts Argentov, whose plea seems honest enough to Illthir's ears.
She spares a glance at the pair, then fails to keep her face from showing surprise:"Mister Lind, was it? Fancy meeting you here of all places. Good thing we came by. Who is the girl?" "I don't know. Wait, you're Scarlet's friend, right? Alia? I only just met the girl. I don't even know her name. She doesn't speak."
dice:
"They were trying to find out what we knew about them which for me is nothing. Now take her and go!"
"There's no time!" says the man. "They are some sort of large scouting party. Return to your people, and warn them. Take the girl. She was already captive when they brought me here."
With a path finally cleared, Balzeros runs for the prisoners. Dragging a hand along the tall stone to assist his turn, he slows as he nears the duo. "Can you move? That's... a decent amount of blood, will you make it for now or not?" "Don't worry about me! Quick! Take the girl, before more show up! Don't worry about me!" shouts the man. Getting to his feet he pulls the spear from his side, and tosses it away. "I might be able to cover your escape."
The man in the circle looks up from ground a troll's javelin in his flank to nearest cluster of companions with a pained look on his face. It's a look that says "What are you still doing here!?" It is the look of a man contemplating an impossible choice. He looks over to the girl her face hidden in her arms and seems to come to a decision.
There's a howl, and the tall man visibly deflates. "GET OUT OF HERE! IT'S A TRAP! THEY'RE COMING!"
The party stands there for a long moment watching the man who watches back.... He suddenly looks a bit incredulous. He rolls his eyes and paces the length of space that his chained ankle allows. As he does, he looks around as if searching for something. Finally, he mouths the word "Go" at the party in an extremely exaggerated fashion. dice:
The girl doesn't respond. She just looks confused, or perhaps in shock. It is a chill night and she only wearing threadbare rags that look as though she's been living in them for weeks.
The man appears to have some sort of physical tick that causes his head to jerk about.
Sense motive (DC 15+):
The man seems to be trying to warn you off as if this set up were some sort of... trap. Sense motive (DC 20+): He seems to be saying: 'Get out of here. I've got this.'
"The stars in this land are quite beautiful." Says Argentov, laying on the bare grass, fingers locked beneath his head, staring skyward.
"It's so sad" Argentov's eyes well to overflowing by the end of Numalar's tale. "Excuse me." He gets up and rushes out dabbing at his eyes.
On a second glance they don't seem as bad as you originally thought. "Maybe the cups needed time to settle in." Argentov adds helpfully. "And where are you all from?"
"It really doesn't have a proper name--just 'home.' It lies in up in the middle of the Icerime Peaks in the Land of Snow and Bones. As for dinner I would love to join you." Dinner Rolls:
Assuming you sit and converse: Before the food arrives the conversation as it so often does turns once more to dirt, and the rivers that crisscross the land breaking up said dirt. Someone brings up the notion of using the Shrike River (just outside) to float supplies down into the Kamelands from Restov, until Zokon points out that there are a couple of waterfalls between here and the heart of the Kamelands, and that in fact the Shrike is so wide it constitutes more of a barrier than resource.
At this point Akate nervously approaches the table with the rest of your food and drink. "There used to be a ferry near the Shrike's switchback that people could use to get to Mivon, but there haven't been any travelers from that way in months. Though I suppose those in Restov could use the river to flush all the garbage I here is stacking up in the streets. Uh, but you probably don't want to here about that while you're eating." She says before returning to the bar not even asking if that is all you need. Argentov seems not to mind though and he eats cheese and crackers and drinks some wine. His cup however seems to not be all that well made as wine seeps through the bottom along the seems. Likewise the other cups are either similarly leaky or dinged or their handles broken to the point they are barely usable. The blade of the cheese knife is unaccountably dull as well.
Scarlet has no problems with confrontation, but raw curiosity? "Some wizard told me that one of my parents was a djinn- you know, one of the fiery types. Not sure about the details. Most people think I'm a dwarf." "I would not have known to make the comparison. By your tone I would guess you find it unflattering."
"Reciprocation? Of course. That makes sense. It is simple curiosity that drives me. I have up until now lived a very sheltered life. I'm from a small community from up in the mountains so far from civilization, it felt like the stars were closer. This is my first real trek away from home. And well, I'm sorry if my stare was worrisome. I did not mean to be-- what-- rude. I did not mean to be rude. And Argentov is fine. And you are?"
Scarlet plunks herself right down. "Normally when people say that I'm in big trouble. What can I help you with? Are you just passing through town, or do you live here?" "I don't live here, but I'm still deciding whether I am 'passing through' as you say. No it is just I have never met anyone quite like you." He leans forward and looks Scarlet square eyes with his big blue-grey ones and says: "Tell me about yourself."
"Hello there sir. Did you want something from me or my group? I only ask because you've been leering at us like a lovesick half-elf maiden." he cocks his head to the side with a smile "Shall I get a drink to talk over?" He looks you up and down as if he'd never seen a good-looking gnome before smiling at the latter suggestion, after laughing heartily at the first. "You're funny, sir." "I'm Argentov Lind." He says with a smile.
"My lady." He stands and you both realize he is tall and quite fit. He gives Scarlet a formal bow. "I am Argentov Lind, and as to how you can help, well, I'm not really sure. It is just I have never seen people quite like you. Would you care to have a seat?" |
