Sahvi's attention is quickly drawn away from the collapse of the tower and the bodies of her fellow dragonkin towards the impressive manor before which they find themselves. She's silenced by awe as she stares up at it. "Way bigger than any of the tents back home..." She murmurs to herself, imagining all the lavish luxuries that must be held within. The smoking corpse of the kobolds is almost not enough to disuade her from trying the door... The arrival of lady Devy is serendipitous. "Oh, excellent!" She exclaims, clapping once and bouncing up to the lady. "Just the person I needed to talk to!" She beams at the woman. "I am Shavi Copper-Scales, of the Lyrune-Quah. I was part of the carvan that was, well, that used to be. Until your people arrested my employer! Now, I'm a reasonable woman, and I think it would be reasonable if you made sure I got paid what I was promised. After all, it's not my fault Gribb's is a liar that taunted me with not-Abadarian-treasure this entire time. You can... sell his carts, or something, to make the money back. I don't know. Besides, it looks like you have a kobold problem, and I happen to be an expert in dragon-related-things, so you probably want me to stick around and be happy and stuff." She taps the Apsuian coin annointing her brow, as if it somehow meant she was, in fact, an accredited expert on dragonlings. Then she leans in close to the lady. "Also if the wizard that lives here died in the collapse could I stay here for a while? I hear houses want to be occupied or they fall apart."
Diplo:1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10
Whence acendeth the tower...
Sahvi does not use the proffered rope, instead climbing the broken stone with her own two claws. She hops once and spreads her arms at the top, much like an acrobat might do on a dismount. "I can talk to the little 'bolds. I'm sure this is some kind of misunderstanding. Tunneled too close to the foundation looking for mushrooms. They'll probably be scared of me, anyways."
I'm glad we have a paladin of Sarenrae with us. Probably my favorite PF deity. I'm playing a primal sorcerer in a 2e game that is a 'cleric' of Sarenrae.
Of course! The moment I figure a way out of this mess, the universe has to butt it's ugly head in! The universe is always conspiring against me! Still, this could be a way to meet the lady-lady... Sahvi jumps to her feet, stuffing a heel of bread into her mouth as she does so and makes for the front door. "Don't worry, little people! The Chosen of Apsu is here!" Her various bangles jingle and clink as she moves, elegant and sure-footed. "What's, uhm, the Witch-whatever?"
Sahvi Copper-Scales is devastated by the turn of events. Long hours on the trail had been spent fantasizing about the great treasures that were surely carried within the reliquary of Abadar, the God of Coin. Surely it held gems, coin, and precious relics... Sahvi would never rob a caravan - least of all one she was hired to guard - but it wasn't impossible that the cart holding Abadar's treasures might overturn in a river crossing, spilling her secrets to be washed downstream and, perhaps, collected by an enterprising young shoanti, and after all, what's found in the river belongs to the river and is free for the taking. But that never happened, alas. And now it turns out there never was any treasure to begin with. Silas probably never intended on paying her from the beginning...
The shoanti had spent her free time since arriving trying to charm the local government to cover the pay that had been promised by Silas since she definitely wasn't going to see it from him, and trying to charm Talia to keep the free room and board coming in.
Sahvi Copper-Scales doesn't look like the typical shoanti. While her copper skin matches that of her quah, that is where the similarities end. She's quite short with a lean, athletic build. Her hair is a vibrant, fiery orange, styled in a short, spiky cut. Her eyes are a striking bright green, contrasting her warm skin, and her ears are pointed, traits some say are the marks of dragon blood. Her lips are painted a bold, metallic blue, and she wears an ostentatious and decidedly un-tribal outfit, a cropped top and sheer harem pants themed in a peacock pattern - not that she knows what a peacock is, she just likes the flashy pattern and that it was expensive. She's adorned with gold bangles and jewelry. Obviously costume jewelry, even to the untrained eye. Her brow is anointed by a (mostly false) diadem, but the centerpiece is a real gold coin bearing the likness of the dragon god Kass, known as Apsu to the wider world. It is one of her most prized possessions.
Further differentiating her from her shoanti kin, Sahvi is gregarious and outgoing, making friends easily. She isn't one to skulk quietly like her kin, instead she always seems to be drawing attention to herself, even seeming jealous of others receiving attention.
She sits, nodding drowsily at the breakfast table. She was astonishingly lazy for a shoanti, having to be dragged out of bed most mornings on the trail. As she pokes at her cheese and bread, her pointed ears twitch when Talia mentions Lady Devy, and her pouty face brightens. "A lady? That's exactly what I need! Surely she can get me paid!" She takes an oversized bite of bread, chews thoughtfully, and continues before swallowing, her words muddled. "After all, I did bring a dangerous smuggler straight to her doorstep. There must be some kind of reward for that!" Leaning forward, she props her chin up on one hand, swallows, and gives Talia a charming smile. "Say, Talia, you must know how to meet the baroness, being an important local business... woman... person. Can't you just introduce us to her, tell her we're important travelers or something?"
If I don't have a post up today I'll have one up tomorrow. 16 hr day at work, 6 hrs off, then a 14 hr day today. Then it's my weekend lol. Sahvi sleeping in wouldn't be out of the ordinary anyways.
