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Again some pathetic worms! - grunting with displeasure, Saddah rushes forward.
Standing shoulder to shoulder with Mykel, he deals a blow at the standing villain. His own irritation prevented him from properly outline his strike, but Corrella's encouraging performance and support of his deity almost excluded the possibility of missing the target.
'I hope, this women will tell us something, that will give me the right to spill some blood in the name of Him, Who Walks in Blood.' 'Madam, if someone bothers to do business here - just tell us. I think we will be able to help.'
...Suddenly, to everyone and even to himself, Saddah says these words very gallantly and convincingly.
'Oh! Famous coffee of Mwangi. Perhaps, too, I'll make to myself a cup of this majestic drink. And Mykel, I'll relieve you at your post after 4 hours...' - he grimly looks at the drunk merchant - '...on the other hand, we really believe that someone can hurt this loser? Maybe let him sleep it off while we'll do something more useful? Tomorrow we'll move out the city, but we still have not learned what happened to our informant, that alchemist named Senzer.'
Saddah silently puts his arms on the swords hilts and gazes on the brutes. It's obvious that he wants to spill some blood here, but he can wait for a while, giving his comrades time to act in the other way. 'Cooperate, yes? That's one of the postulates?'. He smiles a bit. 'Besides... They are so pathetic. It will be boring. And to much of us here too...' The smile wiped from his face, as if it never was there.
"From one guy, name's Kaleb, pathfinder too. He is some kind of a 'spiritual teacher' for a strange persons like Maladash. He also is, let's call it, my 'employer'. But, thank the Gods, I'm not a sheep in his flock. Hah. So, back to the topic, he watches over his padawans, and he found out what happened with that half-orc. And since it was the society's expedition, it wasn't difficult... I think that one of the reports has your signature too, right?" - he makes a deeply ironic tone in the words 'teacher' and 'employer'. However, the reasons for this irony are probably understandable only to him.
Upon arriving one of the first, Saddah with a silent nod greeted all Pathfinders entering the room. He carefully studied each one, but especially he was interested in the servant of the goddess, about which he once something already heard.
'Hmm. Nice to see in our group someone who fights in the name of the true deity, especially with such a worthy spheres of patronage. I think we can expect from you an excellent swordplay, isn't it?' - his voice sounded muffled and a little hoarse. He sighs, tosses his dreadlocks back and with a head held high (but not rising from his chair, however) presents himself: 'Name's Saddah. No last name... as no past and no future. I'm here to help in your struggles, whatever it would be. I'm still don't feel myself as a true pathfinder... because I never wanted this path, maybe? But, anyway, you can count on my 'swords', some magic and my best part - my common sense - at any situation.' Then he carefully looks at Mykel. 'Oh, hm, I heard about you too... Do you remember a certain Maladash, so called 'the Paladin of Chaos', and how he died along with the true paladin named Brayden in some crypt in River Kingdoms, I think? I knew that mad guy... What can I say. We never were friends and I felt almost happy when I was told that he's dead. He was too strange and unpredictable. Interesting meeting, perhaps I should thank you. Hmmm. Anyway, let's hope that this time luck will be on our side.'
A burly man in a black chain mail armor with red decorative inserts looked hostile at the streets of Absalom. Coming out of the Temple of the Heaven's Shadow, he sighed. "Damn it! This Pathfinder Society, this Kaleb Vespera and all the good deeds together. Damn oath! Oh, Great Mantis, give me patience!". He has swarthy skin, short black beard as well as black hair, somewhere braided in thick braids with color inserts, and stringent black eyes. "However, we will try to benefit from all that awaits me. As usual." With these thoughts he goes to a meeting appointed by Aram Zey. |
