<You did a good job. The voice was a little much, but it worked. But . . . well, I wish we could have killed just one or two of them. Maybe next time.>
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Laughter fills your head, <Of course, of course!>
<Someone in charge, that's us. Quick step forward before that ninny of a captain does.>
<Ooh. This sounds fun. Now don't forget to stand a little slumped. A merchant would never stand quite that tall. No not that much, just a little. . . .> She keeps going on for an excessive amount of time, giving little bits of advice here and there.
You get a feeling of smug satisfaction, <I see we're finally recognized as the leader. About time.>
<A family, huh? I hope this turns out better than our last family.>
Brice almost hears a growl coming from his sister. <You should kill her now. No one would miss her.> At the spectacle of the devil, you can hear your sister muttering, <I think we could do that if . . .>
<Oh yes, very much. This time it will be so much better too.> The voice is eager and strong, but then pauses and falters for a moment. <You don't suppose it'd be too dangerous, right? Maybe you should talk to Charmaine and she could hang back and run backup. You know, just in case it is.>
Florian: <Ah, but do you have a better plan for taking our revenge? We cannot do it alone. . . . Yet. This one seems better than the others for such help. I believe I warned you against trusting that foolish Ivan anyway.>
Brice: You feel a sense of gasping from your sword. "I knew there was a reason we followed that terrible woman! He can help us." Awe and wonder seem to slip through the voice in your head.
Brice: "That woman has no respect. Doesn't she know who we are?" Your sword seems incredulous as she leaves. "Maybe we can eventually get revenge on her too."
[ooc]I've summed up the sword interactions to this for now, just so we can get everyone together. You can assume there's been a conversation throughout this where they remain untrusting and disapproving of Tiadora, while insisting that this is where you have to be, but not knowing, or telling why you should be here. |