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Jerrus groans in frustration as the creatures burst from the undergrowth, "Nothing is ever easy. I'll try to flank" he says as he moves to circle the creature , targeting the one that Audyn is also targeting, mostly to avoid the bear.
His rapier flashes in a curving thrust toward the dog-sized creature at his knees. "If you bite me, I swear, I'll bite you back" he says offhand
Nodding with reverence to the two masters, Jerrus listens intently, memorizing every detail and giving a small smile when finished. "Well met Arcanos, and salutations Belinda. I am Jerrus Mossir, of Liberty's Edge. I am a spellsong warrior." he says with a soft confidence in his voice. "What do you all think should be the first step? After we gather provisions for the journey?" he turns to Janira as if remembering something "How far away are these caves?"
A 6'4", thickly muscled half-orc arrives. Tattoos and brandings of a vaguely nautical nature, as well as symbols sacred to at least five or six gods cover his exposed greenish flesh. He rests his forearms on his massive Orc double ax and says My name is Kharg. "and mine is Jerrus, please sit Kharg, the others should be here soon." he invites, openly admiring the tattoos of the man whom could snap the much smaller human in half.
Audyn couldn't look more out of place if he tried, his fine clothing and groomed appearance clashing with the rest of the patrons. Still, he seems calm, standing against the wall with his arms crossed, making no effort to conceal the hilt of his rapier on his belt. Jerrus waves his arm when he notices Audyn, knowing him mostly from reputation though they had a couple conversations, they are by no means friends, but Jerrus knows that he was to meet him as expressed in the letter. The hilt of Jerrus' rapier is much more weathered and less shiny, it may as well be the twin of Audyn's.
The dark cloth of his rather plain outfit belays the archetype of 'bard' though he prefers the term 'dilettante' personally. Jerrus ducks through the crowd, easily gliding between the groups. Sliding onto one of the empty benches since he had not seen any of the others that were supposed meet him here, he waits, cradling a small glass of mulled cider. |
