Squire Droo Neznee's page

Cyrielle looks at Posh, rolling her eyes, and turns to face the other gnome. "Well, Miss Droo, there's not time quite like the present. We've been assigned to explore south of Oleg's, and we're to meet up with a group of explorers to do so. Was it a straight ride the way you came to find them, or would it be best to continue down the road to the trading post?"

She glances at the wolf uncomfortably. "And why did you name your mount Vinegar?"

"Wow, there are a lot of you folks trying to get into the Stolen Lands! I just left some 'charter holders' on my last stop southwest of here. As for which way to go, I'd say take the road hands down, there's some nice rolling hills and you can see to the edge of the valley, it takes you right to Oleg's gate....and after some thought there are probably a lot less giant spiders lurking there waiting to pounce on you too."

"Oh and I didn't name him silly, I expect his parents did that."

Vinegar nods sagely.

"I don't get it."

As the rider draws nearer, she tucks the waterskin away and stands in a comfortable, relaxed position, left hand brushing against her hilt. "'Ello, this is the way to Oleg's Trading Post, no? My friend, the little one here, and I have charters to meet with a group out here. A chance for fame and glory...I envy those who've been out in this wild already. Oh! Formalities! I am Cyrielle Rousseau, soon-to-be Aldori, swordswoman of some skill, and this is Poshment Underhill, my friend and a entertainer. And who do I have the pleasure of meeting?" She thrusts her free hand forward, keeping the other back in case the wolf is less-than-friendly.

As the rider approaches it is apparent all is not well.

The wolf finishes its water and growls at the pink haired gnome.
"Right Vinegar. Manners. I am Squire Droo and this is my partner Vinegar."

I take it 'Squire Droo Neznee' was the courier that summoned Valeska back to Brevoy?

Yes..

Numalar nods to Squire Neznee as she mounts her wolf again."Good Luck on your journey, Squire Neznee. But remember: there is no such thing as a 'soon-to-be noble.' You either are or you aren't, and nothing anyone else can do can change that. You may not have a title, but a lack of a title does not mean you are not noble. Safe travels."

"Yeah, you're right mister, and may Desna smile on you as well."

And with that they bound away.

"Make your mark here and here. Thanks!" And with that the speedy (though heavily armed and armored) little, fuchsia, gnome snatches back the parchment and returns to her grey wolf's saddle.
"And another mission complete Vinegar. And you said it was stupid to stop and ask directions--though I will admit that old man was quite rude, 'Keep off the grass indeed!' Who does he think he is anyhow? Doesn't he know soon-to-be-nobility when he sees it?"
She looks up from her wolf whom she was scratching behind the ear to the party.
"Oh heya. Good luck with- with whatever it is you are doing here." She spins her wolf northward toward the road to leave.