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Jagged uses his hand to swipe some of the rotten berry before he tastes it. "Hmmm... berry." "Rotten." Smacking his lips. "Not bad, though. Siz'ahs want to try?" Jagged's bird wastes no time devouring any of the offered berry before hacking a few times, but nonetheless swiftly consuming it. Jagged squints and looks upward. "Hello tiny fey? We are just pass'un through? Nice, nice... right?" Jagged smiles awkwardly, knowing he's never been good at talking. To people, elves, dwarves, fey. Only animals... except that one angry horse.
Jagged arches an eyebrow at Claire. He smiles, innocently. Seeming to be stirred from the haze he's subjected himself to, he blinks at Lander and Max. "Good job!" He looks at Scissors. "Who won, Siz'ahs?" The oversized bird squawks at its master, clearly surprised. "Oh, yes. Let's go to Silv'uh-hall. It's nice there." Jagged Stone stands up, slowly, using the long pole of his scythe for support. "I think I even know the way." He shambles ahead to the tree line. "North?"
Jagged watches as the young noble quickly "transforms" from prisoner to lordling. "Us Peshfinders have already stopped a lotta band'uts. Maybe enough to save the carry-vans?" Jagged perches his scythe on a rock. An ordinary rock, not a rock-person or a roc-companion. "Also, this were-woman seems to have been their lead'uh. So maybe these bandits are all done?"
The oread continues poking his stony skin with his wand as the rocky surface repairs itself.
He then tucks his wand away in his belt, looks up and smiles. "Job's done. Break time?" He digs around, pulling some earthy-scented herbs from a pouch. Scissors returns to a log nearby and begins to bob in anticipation. "That was scary stuff. Jagged Stone's nerves are ratted nerves now. He'll need to calm himself down." He smiles and slowly begins preparing the herb before offering some to everyone, including young Lander. After a few minutes, he seems to take the implications of the swordsmith with extreme ease. "That's... bet'uh... Guess we can take Lan'duh back now, right?"
Jagged moves up slowly, waving his scythe at the brigand ahead of him. "Jagged Stone says don't find the Peshfinders! Certain death always awaits brigands who do!" He pauses for the slightest moment to see if the brigand surrenders, and when he doesn't, he reluctantly swings his scythe at the man, knowing what usually happens when an oread swings a scythe at a brigand who's standing in the way of a Peshfinder objective. for "Siz'ahs" squawks in fury, continuing to obey Jagged's "attack" command and proving why animal companions with claws and bards with flags are lethal together. for
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Jagged frowns, remembering that he didn't remember something. "Darn. It. Siz'ahs, I forgot to use the wand!" Jagged lumbers ahead, drawing his scythe, before he stands shoulder to shoulder with Maximillian. The druid then gestures to the wolf. "Siz'ahs! Get that wolf!" His roc, ever obedient, swoops ahead to comply, attacking deftly from a position just above Claire. for Jagged Status:
As Scissors returns to Jagged's outstretched arm, he gestures to a deer trail off the main road. "Lan'duh went down that deer trail. Look, he left a scarf..." Jagged walks up to the scarf, considers untying it, but opts to leave it just in case it's not Lander's. Taking a few steps down the deer trail, he gestures. "Follow Jagged Stone!"
Jagged Stone smiles at the nice man. "Oh, if Lan'duh is lost, Jagged Stone and Siz'ahs will be able to find him!" Jagged stands, not gaining much height in the process. "We're both good track'uhs. Aren't we Siz'ahs?" Jagged looks about slowly for his bird before realizing he left his roc outside. "We'll probably go look for Lan'duh now..." Jagged apparently feels the need to clarify where. "In the countryside."
Milk! Jagged Stone smiles and sits down like a small child (well, a small o'ree'ud, really), folds his hands in his lap and pushes his imaginary hair back. "Milk sounds dan'duh..." He eagerly accepts the glass and begins rubbing the milk on some of the rougher patches of stone on his elbows. "Sounds like Lan'duh's a good lad, fightin' monsters and such."
As Scissors takes to the air, landing outside on the smithy's roof, Jagged steps in, following the other Pathfinders. He takes a long sniff. "Jagged Stone smells met'uhl." He nods sagely, as if this is some sort of revelation. Crossing his arms, he stands in the back, knowing that humans tend to like to talk to their own kind while rockpeople like him keep to themself. He tries to smile, since he's heard that helps in situations like these.
The oread in the room, closer to four feet in height than give, blinks very slowly as if he's still trying to wake up. He smiles casually at all present, bobbing his head in a very dreamlike manner. "Greet'uns Patshfinda's... Ah'm Jagged Stone..." He takes a deep breath. "You might already know me, as I have been told ah'm some'thun of a rock celebrity..." He blinks - very slowly again. "... and ah'm also a rock pers'un who makes rock mus'uck." He holds up a few jagged rocks that he apparently pulled from the dried leaves that cover his stony body. As he realizes the others are all seem to be looking at the oversized bird in the room, he nods but then seems to be thinking very hard - like he's trying to remember for himself who the bird is. "Oh... this is Siz'uhs. He also, is a roc celebrity..." Jag pauses, trying to remember other details as he counts off his fingers. "... and also is a roc... protect'un us against the vile, untrustworthy... Pap'uh!" With his introduction complete, he smiles casually at the Dame. "Greet'uns Dame. We're happy to talk tuh' Land'uh and let him know that adventuring rarely finds pathsh or treash'uh but mostly just finds dang'uh."
Jagged frowns at the lack of progress in obtaining the statue. "That statue might het 'im killed if he tries to check it out for magical properties later... maybe explode, or turn into fiendish dinosaur." Jagged gazes back at the shop. "Maybe we go back in and tell him one last time, and if he doesn't agree, we hafta take it by force?"
Jagged Stone waits outside as Xerance makes a final decree and nods at Victoria and Zartrel as they join him. "Maybe, the capt'un - Yasmin Kal'ahl... has that kind of money? Or she has access t' it?" The oread nods at Scissors. "Forty-five hundred gold pieces. That's a lot of coins for a silly statue, is it not?"
Jagged scratches his ear as the conversation continues between the Pathfinders, the merchants and the thugs he imagined were roughing up the merchant. Shrugging, he begins to walk outside. "Maybe we don't get this one statue, maybe we let it explode on its owner..." The oread gestures to his roc. "C'mon Siz'ahs..."
Jagged nods to himself and Scissors, clearly recognizing the type of men talking to Tandir. The oread slowly steps forward towards "Belal", a hand held up in a sign of peace. "Hello, ahm Jagged Stone..." He nods his head slowly, a glazed look in his eyes. "And we're Peshfinders. I know the look o' the lot o' you... you're Peshusers..." The slow-speaking oread reaches into one of his more frequently accessed pockets before pulling out a small pouch of earthy-scented herbs. "Perhaps we can come to some sort o' deal. We want to talk with Mistuh Tandir here, and with a little of this..." He shakes the bag. "... there's no need for vio'lens. Ain't that right, Siz'ahs?" Landing suddenly on the oread's shoulder, the small-yet-ridiculously-sized-for-a-bird-roc squawks and narrows its eyes at "Belal". "... now, now Siz'ahs... peace.. you've clawed out enough eyes t'day.."
Jagged Stone's eyes widen in alarm as Scissors butchers the man that tried to grapple him. "Noooo, Siz'ahs!" The oread says the next two words very slowly and carefully, knowing they are often misunderstood by Peshfinders. "Nonnnnn. Letthhhalll..." Scurrying over to the bloodied man, Jagged tries to stop the bleeding.
Focused on his administrations, he remains mostly unaware of events transpiring with Buri-Buri's body and the artifact. Scissors takes to the air, squawking in triump that he was able to prevent any man from holding a good bird down.
Jagged blinks at the worker who wraps his limbs around the oread. "Hey! What-cha doin'? Jagged Stone's not lookin' for no fight..." The druid works to elude the grasping map's grip.
Scissors, less composed (or less drugged), is less inclined to be so kind as he struggles to punish the worker holding him. Jagged quickly chimes in. "Best you let Siz'ahs go. He doesn't like to be held like that, only this..." Jagged makes a spoon-like gesture. Scissors tries to beak out the worker's eyes from within the grapple.
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Jagged Stone's eyes widen as the excitement returns to his position. He addresses Scissors even though the roc is nowhere to be seen. "See, Siz'ahs.. I told you we should wait outside..." Realizing he sent his companion to seek on the far side of the building, he whistles to bring about the roc's return. Taking a step back, the oread fumbles in his bag for a moment before pulling out a stone tablet . He then fumbles through the words while gesturing in the general area of the invisible Buri-Buri.
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Jagged Stone immediately holds up both of his hands in a sign of peace. "Someone took something that Jagged Stone needs back. He ran in there..." The oread points beyond the workers who are pointing at him. "Jagged Stone wasn't sure if this building was abandoned or not, so he went up tah' it and tried to see where the man went." Jagged knocks the side of his own head as if to say, rocks. With both hands up, Jagged moves away from the guards and towards the main street, hoping that they don't go inside and prevent the other Pathfinders from doing their work.
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Jagged takes a couple steps back from the main door and gives the three workers a nod. "Jagged Stone sees how it is. Not want an oh-ree-ad's help. It's dee-scrim-in-ation, I tells ya..." Narrowing his eyes, he focuses as intently as he is able to at both of the main doors, waiting for Buri-Buri, whether visible or spice-covered-and-invisible to emerge and require his grappling. "Siz'ahs, go seek at the back door..."
Jagged considers attempting to struggle against the workers of the spice factory, but eventually decides that there's no reason to hurt these men and women who are just defending their place of work. "Jagged Stone wasn't planning on doing anything bad in here... Jagged Stone was simply trying to stop a man with a bad statue..."
Jaggged struggles against the worker holding him a little. "Hey now. Jagged Stone is trying to save this nice spice place from big evil artifact inside..." Soon, he realizes the man holding him isn't going to let go so easily, he gives it a little more oomph.
Scissors mostly bats his wings angrily at the man holding the oread while just barely listening to the whistles and other noises Jagged makes to prevent his companion from tearing the man accosting him to pieces. "Don't... don't make Siz'ahs angry! Hide all your paper!"
Jagged's eyes widen as he bears witness to Buri-Buri's sudden disappearance into presumably the spice factory. He considers yelling the man's name and explaining that the statue is dangerous, but realizes his experience in the Secure Market has now clouded such thoughts. "Looks like Buri Two-Times wants a chase. Into the spice building..." He gives Scissors a knowing nod. "You know, he who controls spice..." Before he can finish his sentence, the oread is lumbering ahead to try to catch the man.
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