Your cohort is a changeling, weird.
I have no idea what you are talking about!
*quickly combs hair into emo-haircut (covering one eye, of course!)*
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@It's dangerous to go alone - Here take this :P Our cohorts should be in/around the city, so if you need some grunts to go adventure with, that can be arranged. Or perhaps just some to talk to : )
Really doesn't seem to like Varn(hold?)... Eldhír notes. ":How are the other families feeling about Lebeda's announcement, if you have heard?:" she inquires. They do seem to squabble a lot! The topic was interesting and it seemed as one of those 'developments' her brother would be interested in. And it distracted the man from the Varn-Orlovsky 'connection' until Salvianna had a good response!
Upon the merchant's mention of heavy arms, Eldhír looks down at the crossbow she was fiddling with. Clearly not a hit. With a flash of guilt she stopped and slung it onto her back instead. ":We are west of Varnhold and north of the 'Orlovsky holdings':" Eldhír replies, her accent still retaining most of it's northerner tone. ":Domierov is the 'Orlovsky holdings':" She shoots of a small smile and tries to gauge Garent. Is he glad to miss Varnhold? I have heard little good from that place... Her hands quickly grows restless and she starts to fiddle with her compass instead.
Early Morning - Goodbye Scene (Day 0 of travel): Even with her brother hastily leaving, it is clear that the siblings doesn't look that similar. Eldhír does not seem to have inherited any of the ruggedness associated with northerners. Instead she is quite small of statue, her heavy coat looks at least one size too large, and her features are sharper. Most peculiar are her eyes deep blue instead of pale, with one tinted almost towards green. With a grin almost oozing friendliness she offers each and every partymember a handshake as a greeting. Her nails are long and carefully painted, another stark contrast to her casual everyday wear. As soon they leave the city limits a heavy repeating crossbow comes out of her saddlebags and she starts stringing and loading it up. Past midday she is openly speculating about how to best shoot a troll, so does not seem overly burdened by her promise to Fhârn.
I was thinking of dumping my cohort straight into the group actually (with a short cameo from Fhârn). Doesn't feel right to drag her straight up into the court of the baron for someone that is supposedly only there to serve as a messenger ("Yes brother, I will be careful. No brother, I won't get myself in trouble. Yes brother, I won't try and poke any trolls ...") :P //Fhârn's cohort
Aye. Will probably have to finally introduce the cohort once I get back home today : ) Day turned out to be longer then anticipated, bleh. At least here is the cohort alias if anyone is curious to see : ) |