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He seemed to have trouble following the influx of others offering their service and the quick responses Locke kept up. A bit of anger welled up in him when he finally realized that he was being called inexperienced but he simply resigned himself until things would settle down.
Logan smiles and takes a step back from the new person, obviously not so sure about him. He goes to the side and sits at the next closest table a bit cowed by this wolfish man.
He frowns a bit, obviously about his lack of knowledge, "I am sorry to say I have had no time to recon this area. I was dropped in on airship with a few others, you likely know much more than anyone here."
"Greetings, my name is Logan, Logan Freel Silivstre, I am a ranger by trade, I heard from Captain Drake that your group would likely be my best bet at joining, Mirage I believe." The young man says to the hobgoblin as he comes down.
Arsil:
From your mentor: "So you are handling him well if you are on good terms. Do we need to send a force to try to decimate him while he is weak?" He is all smiles, "Interesting but that sounds like that makes everyone happy. I am a ranger so I can help guide in the wilds and I am fairly good with my bow."
"You'll just have me then? What is your group's thinking on loot?" He seems a bit surprised that he has been accepted so quickly.
At the mention, even though it was rather quiet, of recruitment a handsome looking young man stands up and comes over and greet the two of you. Cordially he says, "Greetings, my name is Logan, Logan Freel Silivstre, I am a ranger by trade and my keen sense of hearing was perked at the sound of recruitment. Do I have the pleasure of addressing Arisl and Locke, Captain Drake tells me you are his first strike team leaders and your hobgoblin friend Mirage is not up yet, I assume." He has a charming demeanor and a smile that could woo many a wench's heart, though he does have a bit of a boyish demeanor to him still.
To Torq, "Don't they normally taste bad? I don't think most of the bandits or monsters that I have fought I would want to bite or taste for that matter." He visibly shudders.
"Do you bite your enemies Torq?!" Logan exclaims.
"I think I will rest my horse and rest myself with you, to get to know my new neighbors and perhaps talk about some aspects of my future flying house." Logan breaks into a massive smile and laughs."Nice Torq, nice, good and menacing!" Logan breaks into another fit of laughter which brings him to his knees.
Logan thanks Fizz for the gift. He tentatively takes a bite out of it, looking at others to see if they warn him to not eat it. Logan breaks his gift in two and offers half of it to Torq, unless Fizzy gets the half-orc a slice of his own quickly.
"I am Logan Freel Silivstre, a huntsman of this region, if there is nothing else, I will be on my way." He seems to care that his name is heard, though he seems to be eager to be off.
It is now morning, about an hour after dawn. Logan responds to Torq's question, "Citrus, hmmmm, lemons, limes, and oranges can be found south in the Nalmarches though not in large numbers. This area is not that tropical or subtropical where those trees grow wild."
Creed: "Klaus you may call me Logan, though my full name is Logan Freel Silivstre." Logan starts to answer your questions, then says, "Sir, be more kind with your words, if you just barrage someone with questions they are more likely not to answer you." To make his point his answers are quick and clipped.
In response to Klaus making comments of taking care of his horse, "Yes, I am sure that the horse would enjoy all of those things, though the bath in buttermilk maybe a little over the top!" He smiles at Klaus and laughs. Logan would come up to him and show him what to do. Of course once Klaus is behind the horse it kicks him before he can even massage it, hoof attack, hoof damage. Logan quickly jumps onto his horse, bareback. To catch up with Klaus. Lelouch, Torq, Xantira, Maxel & T..... are all left in the dust. Kesten mounts up on his horse quickly, first getting the saddle on his horse. He attempts to follow. Likely the rest of you will also, but please state it.
Creed: "Ah ha! Now I would be willing to gamble on that magician, keep your gold I would like a flying house and the rights to hunt! Gold is gold, I can use it to buy potions and for other frivolities. Though considering the offer before me, I will take the offer of promise over gold for now.
Sir keep your gold, we shall see where this journey takes us. Come we have a long journey likely, and we will ride hard on the plains!"
Then once you all are resting, Logan says, "The horses need to drink, and be unladened from the saddles and packs. They should also be rubbed down." After a few minutes or so the wooden bird comes again. "I may have found those that you are searching for, it seems they are waylaid by some sort of humanoid dragons. We should hurry, it is but a 5 minute run over there!"
Creed: He is back in about 3 minutes, you may think that was fast, though he only has two saddlebags with him now, rather than the six.
The Huntsman gets to the group and for a nominal fee, of 25 gp, he will guide you to find the ones you are searching for. He would normally charge 25 gp per day, but because of Lelouch's offer and diplomacy he would be fine with the 25 gp and the promise. He also tells you that he will likely know where they are, especially after talking to a few friends. At that point he pulls out a little wooden bird, whispers to it, says, Drelexraoi. Sylvan for Little green one. The bird flies away. "My question to you now is, do you want a hard ride on the plains or a slow trek through the woods?" |
