Are we in the hex immediately adjacent to our home base? Have we fully explored the hex we are in, or do we need to finish doing that?
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Not surprisingly, The Fitcher likes the idea of a "fabulous treasure".
The Fitcher shakes his head, shrugs and looks around at the rest of the group. Have you heard that there are trolls about, maybe?
The Fitcher smiles as the trading begins. People who want to buy and sell generally don't want to stab you in the back. Literally, at least. A reasonable opening offer, but I think you can see that we may be valuable partners in the future, no? Maybe 1500 gp if we buy the lot?
The Fitcher produces a genuine, if a bit feral, smile.
The Fitcher holds his arms out to the sides in order to gesture widely. This, I think, is interesting also. Do you wish to speak of these happenings, maybe?
The Fitcher walks his horse up onto dry land, tying it nearby so it can relax and eat some grass. He gives it a pat on the flank before turning to the gnome. Pleasure to meet you. I am The Fitcher. We are surveying this land. Where are you bound? The Fitcher keeps his expression neutral, and says nothing more until Bea speaks up. He looks over at the kobold bodies, but makes no comment.
Vasily is better with the animals, so The Fitcher hitches his steed to the wagon, trying to keep the beasts calm, but letting Vasily take the lead.
The Fitcher assesses the situation, looking a bit edgy astride his horse.
The Fitcher nods his agreement to Katya's idea, then begins to ford the river. As he does so, he calls out, Little men! Do you have any items in cart that can not be replaced?
I do not wish to be big. Or small. Better to cut the horses from the wagon. I would swim the river to do this, but I would prefer it were done from the dry land.
The Fitcher will maneuver his horse along the river, and get as close as he can to the wagon. How long does that take, and how close can he get?
The Fitcher's eyes take on a yellow-green reflective quality as he wrinkles his nose in curiosity. He makes a soft grunting noise as he guides his horse along with Katya and Bea.
Wait, which way is north?
Maybe explore directly west of the stag lord's fort?
The Fitcher will take full advantage of the rat infestation, casting Speak with Animals, Charm Animal, and Control Vermin every day that the group is in town. Primarily, he'll try to use Control Vermin to convince the rats to go away. (handle animal for 3 HD of rats/day), and to entertain himself, he'll build a group of friendly/charmed rats that follow him around and do simple tricks to entertain the common folk.
From what I have learned, I am rethinking the idea of trade with the mud people. It does not seem likely to be profitable. An ambassador, maybe, to keep relations calm, and keep an eye on their activities?
I think the Fitcher would make a good councilor.
The Fitcher shrugs. I didn't really want to trade anyway. When we return, we can bring tools and other goods, maybe.
The Fitcher, a bemused expression on his face, looks slowly around the encampment as the others talk, observing how the lizardfolk are reacting.
The Fitcher calls out, We have destroyed the evil spirit here! We have come in peace, to trade only. Do we have peace?
The Fitcher has calmed down considerably since the defeat of the will-o'-wisp. He figures that if they were going to attack, they would have done so by now. He looks over to the kid to see if he's all right.
The hasted Fitcher begins to hack wildly at the Will-o'-Wisp, fortified by magical speed and accuracy.
The Fitcher casts a spell then takes a 5' step toward the fight.
The Fitcher reaches out and touches Bea on the shoulder, casting a spell.
He calls out to the mud-person. This ancestor spirit leads you down the wrong path. You see? It attacks us unprovoked. We must destroy it, but you can choose to stay out of the fight, yes? He adds, It is another wisp! Katya, use your missiles!
The Fitcher seems unperturbed over being dismissed by the mud-person. He follows, but his eyes dart back and forth, like an animal in a cage.
A tinge of consternation shows on The Fitcher's face. "Our sort?" We come in good faith. In peace. We treat you as equals. We heard the cries of one of "our sort", but we do not speak ill of you. Explain why the young one cries, or there will be no trading with our sort. And we will rethink our peaceful dealings with you, maybe.
The Fitcher shows off his fancy silk rope and his bandolier full of alchemical items. We will need room to spread out our wares, I think. And trading partners. Are you the only interested trader?
The Fitcher is going to hold off on drawing any conclusions as to the situation until he sees inside the palisade. He just keeps up his friendly smile.
The Fitcher allows his Hunter's Senses to lapse , and pays no notice to the cry of the child. Sturdy raft, he comments with a toothy smile.
He turns the smile to the rest of the group, in an attempt to send a message that all is well.
Smiling stiffly, The Fitcher's eyes turn a yellowy-green color, and he sniffs the air a few times.
The Fitcher takes the rope and antitoxin out of his pack, then walks slowly over toward the palisade gate, smiling his best friend smile. Hello to the mud-people! I am The Fitcher.
Silk rope and cures for poison.You have good things in return, maybe? The Fitcher calls out, displaying his toothy grin.
The Fitcher is neither a linguist nor a diplomat. He stands placidly and patiently, rocking back and forth on his heels and humming. He is in no hurry, waiting to see what develops with the mud-people.
The Fitcher keeps his hands away from his weapon belt, and smiles toothily in the general direction of the lizardfolk guards. The expression does not look natural on his face, somehow. He turns to Bea. "They will invite us into their village if we offer to trade with them, maybe. I have a few things of use to mud people."
The Fitcher gives Bea the side-eye, amused by her pithy hail.
The Fitcher says to Bea, Call out and hail these mud dwellers, maybe, so they will know we come in peace.
The Fitcher stands up and half-snorts, half sneezes, his eyes shifting from hyper-reflective yellow to their normal grey. He puts the old man out of his mind as unimportant, and moves on.
The Fitcher drops to all fours, and begins to sniff around the area, clearly agitated by the unnatural situation.
Hunter's Senses (Ex): You gain the ability to augment your senses on command. Standard action, gain scent special ability and improved vision. Dismiss as free action. If you have normal vision, you gain low-light vision. If you have low-light vision, you gain darkvision out to a range of 30 feet. If you have darkvision, the range of your darkvision increases by 30 feet. Min / day equal to druid level, in 1 min increments. Dismiss these as free action.
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