Ayla looked at the chest as she follows after Lorenzo and the rest of the group. "I hope it's unlocked because I can't open it if it isn't."
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Ayla slips the jewelry box into her pack and and turns to look at Red as she approaches, reaching out to squeeze her shoulder. "Speak up more." She said with a smile as her eyes drift to the sword.
Ayla picked up the box and opened it, eyes widening at the sight of the jewelry. She let out a low whistle as she picked out a few of the necklaces. "Well, they missed this."
Ayla slowly made her way to the carriage to join Lorenzo and Elain at the carriage, eyes still on the forest at the edge of the clearing.
The half elf thinks she hears something moving, nearby and shifts her gaze to look at where Shozole was skulking.
Clucking her tongue at the resilience of the undead and throws another bolt of force at the Zombie in front of her.
Ayla narrowly avoided getting hit by the zombie and danced out of the way of the attack reached out her hands in front of her.
Jesus Christ it's Colonel Sanders.
I'm fine with four but I wouldn't mind a fifth. Especially a rogue because trap disarmament is a thing we should worry about.
Ayla took a step to stand in front of Ireza to gain a better line of sight on the right most zombie and threw out her hand, a charged bolt of force careening towards the zombie.
Ayla puts a hand on Red's shoulder, squeezing it lightly. It was far better for them to stand in the back while the other two explored the massacre site. this way the three of them, mage, barbarian and rogue could keep an eye out for anything that might be coming back.
The wizard cracked her knuckles after putting her spellbook away and grinned. "Alright then. I think we should start by going to where Lady Argentea was attacked." She said as she stood up, hefting her pack onto her back.
Ayla stretched and loosened up her tight muscles after sleeping in a chair all night. She looked at the assembled party, "So, what are we going to do?" She asked as she sat back down, opening her spell book and looking it over.
Ayla repeated the general gist of what Kale had told her about the bandit attacks and the talking white stag as she tucked a lock of hair behind an ear, leaning over to look at the manacles. "Mm...I think there might be more to these things than meets the eye, let me take a look." She said, reaching out to touch the cool metal of the manacles.
The half elf woman looked at Red. "I'm from Ridonport and I've only been here a few weeks so I don't really know anything of the people of the town. I was thinking of checking out these claims of banditry and white stags with my friend here." She said, looking back to the druid at the bar. "Join us, a little company won't kill you." The wizard's attention turned to the other party, looking from person to person. "Hey, what do you say we all check it out together?" She suggested.
Ayla listens idly to Lorenzo's story before chiming in. "That's the sort of thing that happens in Oppara, it has to do with them wanting to live in the past." The wizard looks at the cleric and barbarian. "Hey. I'm Ayla."
Ayla clucked her tongue at the information Kale gave her, "That's too bad, maybe someone should take care of those bandits and investigate that boy's claim?" She suggested, looking at the druid next to her. "What do you think?"
"Not a thing but now's as good a time as any to start." The wizard said as she turned to the barkeep. "Hey, what have you heard about this weather?"
The wizard led the druid to the bar counter and sat down, resting her staff against the counter. "It's good that I met you, I was worried I might have to investigate this weird weather myself. Although I'd be more comfortable with a few more people."
"In my experience it is, we seem to be looking for information about the same thing, why don't you join me at the bar and we can start there." The wizard smiled at the druid, hoping to charm her into joining her.
Ayla spotted the human woman enter the tavern and she smiled to herself, noticing that she had an earthy sense about her. However, she looked at everything about the woman trying to discern whether or not she was an adventurer like herself.
That might be the sort of person I'm looking for. She thought to herself before standing up and retrieving her quarterstaff from where it leaned against the bar counter and approached Elain, smiling at her. "Hi there, you look like you're looking something, maybe I can help with that. I'm Ayla." She said as she blew a stray strand of her curly hair out of her face.
Ayla had been in Heldren for about a month by the time the mercenary had shown up, dividing her time between working as a scribe for the mayor and doing simple sleight of hand tricks for spare change in the town center. However, the half-elf wizard was not entirely suited for small town life and craved adventure and the dark rumours that circled around the forest seemed to be just the thing for her. She sat at the bar in the tavern she was staying in, drinking a mug of ale as she stared into the middle distance, not really focusing on anything as she thought to herself: I can't do it by myself but no one here is willing to go into the forest, maybe I can find a traveling adventurer or four? She downed the rest of her ale and turned on her stool, keen eyes searching the crowded tavern for any potential business partners.
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