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"I know how to read Cornish and Waelish. Let me have a look."
Cunorix picks up the book that Gabra discards. He flips through it. "My goodness!" he gasps. "Such filth!" (and tucks it away when he thinks nobody is looking.)
"Shall we open one of those doors?"
"Let's prepare to greet them. Quick, let's hide under the staircase."
"Aye. It seems the troubles of Saltmarsh are of a far more earthly nature." Cunorix eyes the marked door. "I wonder what's so dangerous?"
The cleric helps Gabra arrange the bodies.
Cunorix bows his head as the elf recites the poem. "That was wonderful, Byggvir ."
Cunorix attempts a clumsy swing at the man.
"No! How could you do that to your own man?" cries the cleric.
"Who are you people?" demands Cunorix, waving his mace imperiously. "What are you doing living beneath this fell house?"
Realizing Byggvyr is casting a charm over the man, Cunorix stays his hand to let the spell do its work.
"No! Wait! We mean no harm, man! We're only here to investigate certain happenings in the village nearby."
Cunorix hails the man. "Ah, hello good sir. We're sorry to have barged in but we thought this place was abandoned."
"Ah, let's put this poor man to rest afterward? It will take much time to perform the rites and build the bonfire."
"How did this warrior meet his end here? What a dreary place to die alone." The cleric bows his head in prayer to the gods.
"Aye," he says with a grave nod, trying not seem scared.
"I have no spells, for I have not yet proved myself worthy to the gods."
Cunorix is startled as well, nearly dropping his mace. He then frowns and shouts, "nay! In the name of the free people of Saltmarsh, we come to root out evil!"
"Should we go down?" asks the cleric nervously.
"The door then," says the cleric. He puts his hand on the handle, looks into the eyes of each of his fellow explorers, then flings the door open.
"Should we go up? Or see what's behind that door?"
Anticipating violence, Cunorix swallows and shifts his grip on his mace.
Cunorix smiles and takes a torch. "Thank you, Ghindor."
"Aye. The front is a good an approach as any."
Cunorix waves and smiles to the gathered folk. "Ah, don't be worried for us. It's nothing but a short jaunt there and back."
[ooc]I roll a diplomacy check .... oops, wrong edition![/poc]
"Hmmm. Perhaps it would have been better if we talked to earlier. Ah well, it's not too late to sort things out."
BTW, I've figured out my encumbrance to be 90 lbs. and movement rate to be 9. I really like how the abbreviated weight system works (10 lbs for equipment)
"Aye, I'll go. I'll do anything to bring some peace of mind to Saltmarsh."
"Barkeep, a mug of your finest, if you please," asks Cunorix.
In a low voice Cunorix says, "have you been near the mansion? Is it true that it is dangerous there?"
"I'll come. I too have heard about this house. Let's get to the truth behind these tales, if only to narrow down the possible causes behind the woes of Saltmarsh."
Gabra spies Cunorix in the marketplace, and she knows Ghindor went to the docks. "Gabra! How you did you do? For my part, I found not a soul who would throw in with us. There is much fear in these parts."
Not wishing to offend the people of Saltmarsh, Cunorix does not pester them any more. He goes in search of his new friends instead.
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