I guess that goes for autoworkers, truckers, and teachers as well with non-unions
The rest of the dinner is rather uneventful. The Count and the Baron trade some conversation that goes nowhere. You end the night with full bellies, but sadly such meals afterward seem oddly sporadic and unimportant.
After a few days travel you arrive at a small port village , your first stop in the Segang being at a local hunting lodge in the village ,where Count Matsanda hires an elephant, a mahout (elephant driver), and a dozen porters. The elephant seems well past its prime, but it’s the only suitable mount available at the lodge, so Matsanda takes it.
There is some downtime as the proper paper work is being finished before you go out. Here you may gather any more supplies or question and bother the local populace of the Jalmeray citizenry (Diplomacy or Knw.Local). On the outskirts of the jungle, you see the jungle beckoning.
"You can get any other supplies at the lodge, any beasty that may be or sickness that maybe developed in the Segang is known there. I have experience with this Tiger. I've stumbled upon it before," Baron Rudyahm’s face grows stern as he recalls bygone events. "There were four of us on that trip, plus a half dozen porters or so. It was our seventh day in the bush. We’d had a bad day hunting on the trail, so we split off to the west to follow a little stream deeper into the jungle. The tiger came for us that night, despite our campfires. He must have been young to be so bold. I never saw most of the carnage. All I could hear were screams, gunshots, and men begging for help in the darkness.
"With the gun smoke and the darkness, I could barely see the end of my musket. Something took a right nasty bite out of my leg, but I wheeled and unloaded my gun in its direction. I must have only clipped it, yet that was enough to startle the beast. The only glimpse I caught was its striped haunch and tail bleeding as it ran off into the darkness. I managed to limp my way out of the jungle on my one good leg, and that was the end of it. Ah, but we’re going to catch that stripey bastard this time, eh? We’ll give him what for this time around."
Count Matsanda and some of the others around servers all sort of stay silent on the matter, pausing briefly to listen before continuing on.
Ten minutes after the last of you arrive, the ship sets sail from the Absaloms harbor, guided out by the small vessels through the ship graveyard below the water. Once out of the inlet, the ship quickly begins to speed through the water while the city fades in the distance.
Later in the night, you sit down to dinner with the Baron, along with the count seated not too far away, "Please sit and relax, eat your fill," Rudyahm says from the head of the table.
"The Venture-Captain said very well of them," Count Matsanda adds.
The meal consists of various cuisines from the area around Alkenstar and Garundi, all excellently prepared by top-notch chefs aboard the vessel.
"The pleasure is mine to have members of the Society aiding in this hunt. You'll find it to be rather exciting. You are all welcome below deck to set up quarters, the crew will show you to them. Later, you are all invited to attend a dinner tonight, it shall be most wonderful," he says with a sincere smile, "I believe one more of your people have yet to arrive. Alert us when and we shall set sail."
He begins to walk towards starboard, limping slightly with aid of his cane.
Continuing onward if ready.
You all arrive at the docks early in the morning, arriving at a fine vessel flying Alkenstar colors. As you walk up the gangplank, a handsome, dark-skinned Garundi gentleman of advancing years, with a thick black mustache and graying hair at his temples greets you. He walks with a prominent limp, and carries a finely crafted walking cane to help him amble about.
"Hail to you agents of the Pathfinder Society, we have been expecting you," he smiles, with a polite nod of greeting, "I am Baron Bomande Rudyahm of Alkenstar, it is a pleasure to meet you all."
Thomas Seitz wrote:
Pretty much. That, and what he said is through rose colored (don't think I'm saying this right) glasses. There has been plenty of discourse in American politics. Goblin politics as well.
Kobald Krump wrote:
I could tell you some things about #Nasty Anklebiter's whole family, for instance, Comrade Anklebiter—he's a socialist. A lot of people don't know that, that Comrade Anklebiter is extremely left-leaning, very extreme. My opponent, #Nasty Conservative Anklebiter, has a very, very left-leaning brother, and he's—who knows? Who knows? He won't release his paid speeches to the Thistletop goblins! Who knows? I don't know, maybe he was on Sandpoint's side the whole time. I'm not saying he is, I'm saying it's very, very possible.
Kobold Krump, likes to Krump as you can tell. Unfortunately he sucks at it.