Narven
Search Posts
Tels likewise inches in with the shield. Yeah, seems fine now!
Which ones are the creatures?! Two are gone! I hope the Pathfinders are okay!
Tels looks up and exlaims Hey! I can see all of you in the mirror. He points to the large mirror. Though, your forms are indistinct and shadowy. Well, kind of.
It was probably just some wind. Let's not get too excited at the things that appear out of the corners of our eyes! Tels joins them as well. His tone is more measured, not wanting to discourage his classmates but hoping they don't get too hopeful.
“Let’s go inside for help,” Tels gestures toward Woodsedge Lodge. “They’ll know what to do.” The students mutter assent and head to the Lodge, a two-story manor house that sports rounded turrets on the front of the building. The students walk up the staircase to the front doors, decorated with a painting of a stylized wayfinder. Tels knocks, and when no one answers, he opens the doors and leads the class inside.
Tels really seems to take to Ghardak and Billy's displays. They are clearly speaking his language, and afterward he wants to show them some fighting stances of his own.
"My name is Ghardak. Was a miner and caught in a collapse. When I woke up they told me I had saved some of the other miners and found myself like this. I suppose I was meant for a purpose other than mining, even though it is a crucial profession," he says. "I am looking forward to today. It does seem more interesting than breaking skeleton skulls." Tels shoots Hari a stern glance, cutting her off from taking over the whole engagement with her own questions. Her mouth agape, she looks shocked, but then knowingly embarrassed and shrinks down her form slightly. Turning back to the dwarf, Tels asks So... is it just like that on the outside of you or all of the way through? He gives a discerning look as he awaits the answer.
Tels looms over many of the other students and seems to keep one eye on the rest of them while listening to your introductions. |