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Ruarc looks to Krish, big smile on his face, "Ah, you are welcome my friend!" To the villagers, "What? You mean, someone has stricken down your mystic tower? I, Ruarc, will see that this is remedied!" He takes a step outside the tavern and brings a hand over his eyebrows, eyeing the tower in the distant. Following the villagers that were going after it, "Do not worry, we will see to this wrong...and right it!"
Ruarc lifts a bushy eyebrow, his frown settling on his face in deep lines. Then his realization hit and he looked about at those in the inn, "Take heed! I, Ruarc, have brought rain and thunder and that!" He points to the door that opens and the dragon man enters, "That isn't thunder! That is the sound that snow makes when it wants to crush you underneath!" Ruarc makes a fist and smashes it into his other hand for emphasis, "Quickly, you must flee for higher ground!"
Ruarc busts into the inn all of a sudden, his green armor shining off of the sunlight behind him. He eyed those present, passing the gnome and the servants. Stopping by the dragon man, he gave a deep frown, his booming voice not even trying to be subtle, "I, Ruarc, have heard such dire news! These peoples' druid has gone missing. We must find them and return the rain to this land!" His face held no nonsense and it was quite chiseled. His eyes, they burned like righteous lightning!
Ruarc walked down the dirt pathways and between the fields, stopping and chatting to the farmers. Agreeing to bring a little rain to the vegetable farms, he started his rain dance, stomping in the ground and chanting in his deep voice. After a few minutes, he lifted his axe high in the air and a light rain started in a puffy cloud above the rows of corn and other vegetables. Slamming the hilt of his large axe into the ground, he listened to the farmers. Giving a rub of his chin, "Seems troubling." Lifting a fist and pounding it into his own chest, he booms out, "I, Ruarc, shall find and return your druid. And the rains will favor you once more! Any beast that dare stand in my way will know my fist!" The rain cloud crackled lightly with thunder, but continued to rain, and Ruarc left in a hurry for the tavern where he would abruptly enter it.
Ruarc lifted his axe towards their ex-employer, "If you think you could have fooled me, Ruarc, then you would have known my fist, puny man! Ah!" Ruarc flexed his free arm, showing off his muscle. Shaking his head, he looked to his fellows, "I, Ruarc, will be in the Wise Piper by sundown. Have to check on the farmlands and make sure they're fed. Then, we can drink, and move, like jaguars!" Giving a hearty laugh, he waved his hand and he was off to the farms of the town.
Ruarc comes to a slowing stop, his large axe over his shoulder, standing tall in his near-golden breastplate, "I, Ruarc, am no smuggler. My mule and I have traveled with this caravan to protect it from bandits and if you're not bandits, then I have no quarrel with you." Tugging his stubborn, dull grey mule forward, he gestured to it with a meaty hand, "Check my mule if you wish. I, Ruarc, am an innocent man." |
