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Eireachdail listens intently then nods with a wide grin; "Indeed Hûnidark the road is not safe... but with my sword-arm protecting the fair Lady Jenneleth while you hunt for goblins and save the messenger, she and the road, will be safe enough!" He pats the pommel of his broadsword to emphasise the point.
Back from whence you came a familiar figure approaches along the road. With a wave and booming laugh he lopes towards your collective group; "Ho! My good friends and muses! I thought I had lost you all on the road..." The tall skald bows toward your assembly; "Alas the night before our departure I was deep in my cups when struck by a bolt of inspiration: Of a song of iron suits, cheese and gold! Of halflings young and halflings old! Of ballads unsung and tales yet told!" He chuckles; "Then of course I fell asleep... missed our departure and had to make haste to catch-up... once I had serenaded a fair maid in the Shady Dragon whence I was staying!" He eyes the new equine members of the group with interest; "Interesting. A mule and a horse... Foundlings? Or once creatures transformed by magicks!? Regardless I, Eireachdail ap Leòmhann, am here now... and our company is complete!" |
