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Juggling one of his knives from hand to hand, Shaoshu moves into the room and steps up to the closest lizardfolk on his left. "I am sorry, lizard-man. But you stand between us and our friend." Reverentially, he works to sink his blade between his enemy's scales quickly before the creature can retaliate. for
Shaoshu points at the dogs. "Bosses! There were many such dogs like that that fought over scraps with Shaoshu in the alleys of Tian-Xa. They do not look friend." Drawing his daggers, Shaoshu takes a few steps forward, at first mistakenly thinging he is going to spar them for discarded food, but then realizing they are actually just an obstacle between his allies and the tower.
Shaoshu sat, waiting anxiously for his first meeting with "Drengle Dreng", known as a "venture captain" of the "Society" he was so interested in joining. He looked about the tavern and was impressed by its splendor and luxury. "Nice place." Shaoshu looked as if he hailed from Tian-Xa in the distant east. He also looked like he needed a bath, his face was still smeared with dirt and his threadbare garments suggested a level of poverty unusual for an adventurer. The only thing of real value on his person was a brace of several daggers he wore, each one with a hilt resembling an animal head - a rat, an ox, a tiger and a rabbit. Despite their craftsmanship, these were dirtied as well, showing signs of frequent and lengthy use to accompany their obvious neglect. A closer look revealed that the man wasn't entirely Tien. His eyes were dark, lacking a definable sclera. His ears were pink and far too rounded, almost rat-like. "When's Big Boss getting here?"
Shaoshu stands over the fallen form of the minotaur, leaning over and checking it for signs of vitals so that it doesn't suddenly spring back to life and start chopping at people. Nodding, he closes the beast's eyes and listens with curiosity as Grimbli tells his tale and the Little Boss makes promises of membership with this new Society.
Shaoshu, seeing that "Little Boss" is in imminent danger from the minotaur, something he foresaw earlier as he hesitates when she engaged it, swallows hard and summons his courage. He looks to Dagnobar, who still stands at his shoulder and nods. "We must save Little Boss! And quick!" Rushing forward, he makes his way to the fallen log and hopes he can get to her in time.
Shaoshu frowns at the congestion caused in the passage by the lone skeleton clawing at Dagnobar, tentatively holding both daggers at the ready. He considers what he knows about skeletons. "Hmmm..."
The Tien youth then realizes his knows little about them, and decides his best option would be to hurl a dagger through the melee despite the improbability it will strike its target. for Cursing in Tien, he draws another dagger and watches for an opening.
Shaoshu bows severely times, reverently to the gillman and takes a few steps away before looking to the others and the inscriptions. "Little Boss would want junior Pathfinders to study acts of reverence and blessings... Shaoshu knows little about crafting nor farming." Digging in his pockets, he produces a stick of charcoal, some old cheese covered in lint, and a small bag. "Shaoshu brings no seeds to plant nor materials to work -- is woefully unprepared for rituals..."
Shaoshu bows his head in reverence to the gillman, and adds his thoughts to Insidion's. "Please, noble gillman. Our boss has insisted on detailed reports of these caves. If we are successful, our people will likely not want to tread any further into your sacred site." The young Tien boy gestures to the carvings and murals in the entrance. "Do you know the meaning or purpose of these inscriptions?"
Shaoshu approaches respectively and reverently, seeing the pool as some sort of shrine to a deity. Knowing well that deities can be wrathful and squash men like Shaoshu himself might squash one of the centipedes, he keeps his head bowed low and his daggers stowed. As Insidion initiates contact with the gillman, Shaoshu makes an obvious effort to keep both of his hands raised, palms forward in what he hopes in a universal sign of peace.
Once inside the cave, Shaoshu pulls the backpack open and begins to hand items to the line of Pathfinders gathered around him. Plucking out the wand of healing, he begins to point it at his various injured companions.
Stopping at the edge of the pit, the Tien youth looks to the others for one of the stronger ones to volunteer to climb down and inspect the bundle.
Shaoshu takes a step, then hesitates. He takes a few steps forward and picks up the little woman's backpack and slings it over his shoulder as he watches the minotaur and her engage. He continues to linger at the cave entrance until they are both out of sight before turning to join the others. Once inside the cave, he peers into the bag.
Shaoshu frowns slightly as Janira runs down a list of additional "recommended" purchases. Discretely, he eases the strings of his coin purse and counts the thirteen coins that remain within. What would have been a fortune to him just a few short years ago when he was in Goka now provides little by way of purchasing power for the alchemical items the halfling suggests. He simply shakes his head. "Shaoshu would like to be better prepared, but lacks the coins to do so. That is why Shaoshu must complete his Confirmation and become a Pathfinder - so he can buy such things." In case he was not fully understood he decides to add a metaphor. "Chicken and egg problem." Standing, he checks to ensure all his daggers are secure on his body before rushing ahead and opening the door for Janira. "Okay, big bo-- err, little boss? Shaoshu is ready."
Shaoshu nods as the halfling provides instructions on the details of their "Confirmation". The Tien knife-man repeated his understanding of the mission at hand, since he knew bosses always liked to be certain their instructions were properly communicated. "Sounds easy. Protect you, Janira, as we go to these caves. See what gill-people do there. Stab whatever tries to stop us." Pausing for a moment, he considers his last thoughts. "What might try to stop us?"
Through narrowed eyes, Shaoshu waits anxiously for his first meeting with the so-called "venture captains" of the Society. Just two weeks ago, he had been invited by Aaqir al'Hakam to attend a wake of the merchant prince's mentor and things had gotten interesting. He had proven himself worthy both in a fight and under pressure. At the trade prince's insistence, he had made the journey over the Inner Sea and now found himself among a number of eager recruits. Shaoshu looked as if he hailed from Tian-Xa in the distant east. He also looked like he needed a bath, his face was still smeared with dirt and his threadbare garments suggested a level of poverty unusual for an adventurer. The only thing of real value on his person was a brace of several daggers he wore, each one with a hilt resembling an animal head - a rat, an ox, a tiger and a rabbit. Despite their craftsmanship, these were dirtied as well, showing signs of frequent and lengthy use to accompany their obvious neglect. A closer look revealed that the man wasn't entirely Tien. His eyes were dark, lacking a definable sclera. His ears were pink and far too rounded. "When's the Big Boss getting here?"
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