Malgasir awakens from a surprisingly good night of sleep and heads down to the common room to meet his fellow travelers. Making his way to the table, he sees Ianthé's copy of the map sprawled out on the table. "Hard at work on that map, eh Ianthé? I see afew of you have already ate." Malgasir then gestures to the waiter and orders a big breakfast. "My favorite meal of the day. I look forward to another day of travel. How 'bout you?" He asks sitting down across the table from the woman.
Malgasir rode along with the caravan, never taking his eyes off their surroundings. Never caring much for the authorities of the cities, he kept to himself, only every once in a while glancing back to let them know he was listening. Every so often Malgasir would ride forward a fair distance and check the road and surrounding area for ambushes. As the group contemplates the use of the Inn, Malgasir adds "I am not strong in money matters. I trust your decision will suit me just fine." He says to the group before entering the Inn.
Ianthé, Makill:
Spoiler: "I have no questions either." Malgasir adds after a second of thought.
Looking toward Ianthé as she begins to speak, Malgasir can see a bit of disappointment on her face that the maps are so dated. "Truthfully, I have never tried the art of cartography. I have always relied on skill and memory to get where I need to be. That said, I would be happy to give it a try." Malgasir's focus turns to Makill. "Do you have the existing map now? Can I see it?" He asks hoping to study it before the trek.
Makill and Ianthe
Spoiler: "It is a pleasure to meet you Ianthe. Let us get down to business. It is my understanding that I am supposed to guide a group to Brandon's bridge in between Cassomir and the ruins of Nazilli in the distant Verduran Forest. From there we are to travel to an old temple of Aroden to collect some lost items. Is there anything I am missing? Oh, and what exactly do you mean, you expect them to be troublesome?"
Malgasir never knows exactly what to expect when visiting the more “civilized” cities in Taldor. His gruff look and draw to the wild nets him plenty of foul looks while making his way down the dirt road toward the church of Iomedae. Having scouted for many caravans, Malgasir never turned down a request from the church because they treated you with respect and good will no matter what title you held. Entering the sturdy wood doors, Malgasir looks to the nearest clergyman. ”Good day, my name is Malgasir. I was summoned as a guide by your church. Do you know who I must speak to concerning this?” Malgasir straightens up and removes his dusty hood from his head. |