Arris looks very stern for a moment...
"Two gnolls are sitting in the woods eating lunch. One says "Man, I hate my wife" and the other one says "Then just eat the salad!"
Arris narrows his eyes after delivering the punch line. Laugh damn you!
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Arris chats up members of the colony and inquires to what their purpose in this town is.
Let's go by the Dromite Colony next. At least one of their Hive should have a clue."
"Hrgh." Arris makes a sound of displeasure. "I am not made for snooping...but I can look after you all whilst you do so." Arris' mystical semi-translucent war maul begins to form out of agitation but dissipates before fully coming into being.
"I don't think we'll get anything more out of them, but something is very wrong here. Let's head back for now and see if we can fill in the blanks."
Arris frowns. "Did this belong to someone you might have known? How does it make you feel exactly?"
"Hm? I uh...alright." Arris isn't keen on getting wet but goes along with it.
Arris admires the stonesmanship whilst Neroli handles the talking.
"Considering the large amounts of stonework in this town, the Mason seems to be of no small amount of import. Hopefully a craftsman has more wit to them than these commonfolk."
"Easier said than done. I would like to see this House Durran with my own eyes before we go gallivanting about trying to talk to the creatures murdering people..."
"It appears we're on our own here." Arris says to no one in particular. "Shall we try the market then?"
"Hold on." Arris calls out to the other guards. "Look this place is clearly strange. What are your plans from here?" He asks whilst looking about the area suspiciously.
Arris narrows his eyes at being so flatly refused but acquieces with Neroli's plan.
"Is there a leader in town we can speak to? Or perhaps the guard captain?" Arris asks growing impatient.
Arris will lead the party to the larger house and bang on the door if no one objects.
"We should find some kind of barracks or townhouse. Look for leadership." Arris says whilst alert for any hidden dangers.
Arris looks about for any signs of life and calls out. "Anyone out here? We need help! The grain shipment is under attack!" "It is disrespectful to those who stood their ground to count them off as dead whilst they may still draw breath." Arris says whilst turning slightly to Neroli.
Arris nods grimly at the Caravan Master's words. "We will get aid at once!" He replies before charging off towards the town path.
"We must get that grain to safety or this whole damn trip will be for naught!" Arris moves over to the Caravan Master and attempts to smash one of the antelope-men into the dirt with an overhead swing. Finally! A chance to test my skills!
Beats me!
"Aye! I'll lead the way!" Arris yells his agreement and a shimmering two-handed warhammer forms in his hands as he moves towards the direction the caravan master pointed out. |