"The only question that I have is - are we in danger?" Dagoliir fits the question in between the banter. His meal is a delicious salad topped with all sorts of fresh fruits, nuts, cheeses, and even some sort of exotic bird for the added protein.
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Taking in the speculations, Dagoliir feels the need to chime in, "Well, I don't think there's any danger in the woods that he would need us to deal with. At least, nothing so obvious that I would have seen in my days there." Uneducated in the etiquette of drinking wine, he grabs his glass and takes a few hefty swig. It wasn't his first time with alcohol, but it was certainly more potent than he remembered. Dagoliir sits back and begins to share stories of various misadventures in the woods to anyone who would listen, trying to pass time until Gorion's arrival.
The merry mood of the inn is a foreign concept to Dagoliir. He has been exposed to the intoxicated misgivings of many tavern-dwellers in the past, but the thrill was something he just never understood. Happy to get out of the ruckus on the main floor, Dagoliir asks one of the bartenders where to find the private room and quickly makes his way there. When he enters the room, he shuts the door behind him. The sound of voices coming from the room ahead upset him as it was a private meeting. Storming in he shouts, "Excuse me! I am well aware that spirits and booze can make one act irrationally, but this is a private room. Now I must ask you to leave before..." His voice trails off as he scans the table, noticing letters in front of each individual. "Oh...I see. You were called here too. Pardon me then, a poor introduction that was. I am Dagoliir, ranger of the surrounding forests. You may not see much of me, but I have certainly seen all of you. It is good to finally meet you in person." He takes his seat at the table, and places his belongings on the back of his chair.
Unsatisfied with his parents' answer, Dagoliir knows it's the best response he will get. Now left with more questions, he heads out to the practice range to clear his head and calm down. After running it through in his head, he settles on the fact that Gorion knows what he is doing, and is making the best of all possible choices. Determined not to let him down, Dagoliir prepares himself for the meeting and heads out to the inn.
My connection to Gorion would only be through my parents, who work with him on occasion for research and discussions on more scholarly manners. I've met him a few times and get the impression he is a man of great status. My parents hold him in high regard, which in turn warrants a deal of respect from me.
Just out of curiosity, where's everyone located? In real life that is. South Carolina here. (It's always intriguing when you find that one person from Greenland =D)
Dagoliir has essentially lived in Candlekeep his whole life - 98 years. His parents had established a home there when he was born, although Dagoliir spends the majority of his time now in the surrounding woodlands. I'm looking forward to trying the new system! The only person I would really have taken note of is the wonderful Dragonborn as he came into the city, and offered to escort him.
Dagoliir's background and general information added to profile.
5 or 6 due to the poor rolls on some of us lol.
Dagoliir here. |