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"Nah, he's human, mother was Korvosan or somesuch." the young man shouts from across the room and then turns back to his friends. The young woman at the bar comes to your table, bearing another jug of the potent liquor that Corvin drinks. With a smile she places it on the table and returns to the bar, seeming not to notice the odd composition of the group.
I look around "What the hell are those things?" I ask, pointing nonchalantly at the disturbing art on the walls before poking around the room, looking for something of more interest than runes that I can't read.
I admire the stone, polishing it with my cuff and trying to determine it's value.
"That was fun." I say and after a moment of not-so-careful consideration, I pull out my dagger and try to prize one of the more valuable looking gems from its resting place.
I stand ready to engage in bravery, adventure, and skulduggery.
I decide that while I can't seem to hurt the things I might still be able to help my new friends. I tumble forward to the back of one of the skeletal things so as to limit the places it can go when evading one of my friend's attacks "Someone get it already."
I stand at the entrance to the chamber and shout "Kill the damn thing already! Well... you know what I mean."
"Damn! I hate these things!" I shout as it hits me. I begin to try to make my way over to the passage, more carefully this time.
I begin into a corner.
I carefully study the area surrounding the rubies, a look of calculation on my face.
I cautiously look around the room for threats and then scurry forward to the neares sarcophogous. I begin to carefully examine it, looking for traps and anything of value.
I stay where I am and say "I'll stay in the back." in a quite voice.
"Absolutley, lets go in and see whats there. I bet magic-weilding Demon warriors would have some treasure." I begin looking at the base of the pyramid (how far away is it?) to see if I can find an entrance or see any signs of danger.
I look at the pyramid with wonder for a minute before my expression changes to one of both warieness and greed "I've never seen anything like it. Have any of you? What could be inside?"
I pocket it with a smile of respect and gratitude to the cheif. Mabye it'll fetch me some gold when I get back to civilized lands I think.
I follow Lucien's lead, saying "I know little of you're customs but I would be honored to stay with the leader of you're people." As I take the talisman in my hands I breifly examine it, trying to see if there are any interesting features or if I can determine its value.
I follow the lead of the others who are more experienced with this sort of culture. As we enter the tent I scan the tent, looking for both possible exits should things go bad and anything valuable.
I follow the tribesmen as well.
"I am the sole survivor of a merchant vessel that was raided by pirates several weeks ago. I am traveling with these people because, well, I have no where else to go now. this said with a look of deep sorrowI mean no disrespect traveling through you're lands, and would be greatly honored if you allowed us to stay with you for the night, surely the hospitality of your people would be more freindly than the cold ground." I say in my most convincing tone, trying to evince sympathy from them from my sorry tale. I also try to gesture in a way that shows respect and deference.
Having many years experience dealing with the toughs on the streets of the city I grew up in I see that they are more cautious than threatening. "What are you seeking here? If you are seeking food from the owlbear's flesh than help yourselves." I attempt to appear non-threatening but my hands remain near enough to my weapons that should the Jotnir become hostile I could reach them quickly.
When it comes around to my watch I rise from my bedroll and ready my bow before sitting down in near the campfire. I stay alert, looking and listening for anything that might be dangerous to our group. my hearing is very acute but, not having terribly good vision at night I don't see much.
I smile back at Wulf, showing no fear. I then walk over to where my bedroll is and use it for a pillow, soon falling asleep with my weapons in hand.
"I'll take second watch." I say and roll out my bedroll by the fire.
"Okay, it looks like I'm not gonna get anything other than riddles out of you so nevermind. I don't want to know anymore" With that I begin to rummage through my pack, looking for my rations.
"Theres no need to be nasty about it. I have been listening but I still don't know what this 'Ghost Woman' is. Is she some kind of god or is she your patron or what?"
"The Ghost Woman? Whats that?" I ask as I look at Lucien inquisitively, ignoring the barabrian's muttering. I get off of my pony and begin to look around for firewood while whistling a merry tune from my homeland.
I smile and say "I'm not hurt." before getting back in the saddle of my war pony.
I stand in the stirrups of my saddle and look towards the approaching beast, trying to judge it's distance from our group.
"Should we have to flee I would prefer to do so on the back of a mount. I also won't be able to keep up with everyone for long periods of time considering that my legs are shorter than everone else's."
"Alright. Give me fifteen minutes, mabye less and I'll be back with a mount for myself."
I look up at Davos and say "I would appreciate if I was allowed to ride on the back of your horse. I have none of my own and I doubt that we have the time to steal another one. I also lack skill at riding. I am quite light and shouldn't slow us down any."
I say "As long as I'm not being burned at the stake I'm happy. How xenophobic are we talking?" |
