BTW, is there a cold version of burning hands? I'm looking for a short-range pseudo-breath spell.
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Mairis looks over the ratmen quicky, then his eyes glitter. "Safiss Shin Radaa, Markri Vatar Galum," he intones, then inhales deeply. He holds his breath as the power of the incantation charges it, then blows it so it settles over a group of rat-things.
Mairis readies his spear, but seems to ponder something for a moment before bringing it to bear. Should we try to discourage them first? I know not if these things are meant to be edible freely.
"Calm and steady," Mairis advices, and his hands grip the long spear securely. "I will be behind."
Mairis raises a hand in caution as he hears some curious sounds, and slows his move, straining his ears to better hear what is on the other side.
Mairis seems unconcerned when he replies, his voice even calmer than usual. "When. Where. Whose. Perhaps it makes sense. Or perhaps those have nothing to do with it altogether. Still, you paid him, might as well get your money's worth. He doesn't seem to care that much, but perhaps he even knows someone who might know more. Personally, I would also be interested in speaking to the parents of the youngs.They might know more.
"Just disapparead, neither bought nor sold? Interesting. Who else has disapparead before that?"
Mairis seemed to think upon the words of the little one for a few moments, before answering. "I'm not so interested in buying or selling, of that kind at least, and I doubt your kin could provide that well for any other interests I have. Do you know anything about that commotion there, and the female that was crying?"
"I am Mairis, a seeker," the large lizardman nods to the others, then turns and walks in the halfling's general direction. "Perhaps we speak here, yes? What do you have to say?"
@ Nightflier - take your time, man. I hope you feel better soon.
"You are with the authorities, yes?" Mairis inquires. "There perhaps seems to be some disturbance here, could you show kindness to tell us what it is? We can maybe help, or at least keep out of the way, knowing better what it IS we must be careful about."
Mairis looks on impassively. "Might as well. There may be something interesting about that"
The large lizardman turns slightly towards the direction of the cry, and tries to find the source. Not seeing anything from where he is, he walks out of the shade and up to the edge of the ship.
Just to be sure, but were any particular words heard in the scream?
A large, dark-scaled lizardman with lighter-colored frills looks at the shore from a shaded part of the ship, seemingly oblivious of the administrative issues. A bevy of horns adorns his head and neck - most quite small, although two at the sides of the head seem bigger than the rest. While his kind appreciates the sun no less than anyone else - more than most, in fact - Mairis tends to find it a bit stiffling somehow. His brood has always been tough to the cold of the deep sea, yet in him their blood - the blood of their great progenitor - is stronger than most. Without blinking, Mairis looks on at the city. While he has heard no small amount about it, he hasn't actually been here much. Instead of the usual clothing worn by most humanoid townsmen, he wears what might be a cross between a loincloth and a large pocketed sash. Instead of a shirt, his torso is criss-crossed with something like ropes, on whose various knots, hooks, and thorns hang a plethora of tools, trinkets, and fetishes, with a big wicker basket on the back. Some of the things about him look like serviceable weapons, but for a lizardman of his size, his body is weapon enough. |