Vondal says nothing. But he clearly looks unimpressed that his compatriots are now negotiating with verminous green-skinned... ahem..! negotiating with goblins. So he largely ignores proceedings as he assays the rock fragment.
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"Ah, more meteoritic rock. Be so good as to pass it over. My precioussss...."
"Huh?"
Keen to avoid collateral damage by attacking Urgog when his friends are so close, Vondal focuses his wrath on the giant spider instead.
Vondal releases another of his trademark localised snowstorms.
Vondal hurls an orb of magical force at the goblin chief, which then shatters into deadly flying flinders.
Vondal nudges forward and fires his spell at the giant spider.
"So you allow this Spanglefang to sit in comfort and lord it above you, while you take the danger and he gets the spoils. Is that it? Hardly seems an equitable arrangement."
"Sounds to me like they have their own differences. Ah well, since we are here..." "I say, goblins!" calls Vondal, "Who is this Spanglefang of whom you speak? Can he not come to treat with us?"
"Bran? What effect does that have on mental capacity and processes?" asks Vondal, missing the insult.
"Negotiating with goblins," mutters Vondal. "Most irregular!"
Man-flu - the deadliest disease known to man (if not woman).
Vondal tries to rip up the vine attacking Sigvard, but doesn't muster enough puff.
Vondal moves up and fires a sphere of multicoloured light at the formidable-looking spider.
"Sir Kendall, I would allow Master Shepherd to look about - I can vouch for his abilities."
"To the north, you say? Are we to root out this evil in the morrow, my good companions?"
"Despicable creatures! Rooting out such degenerate sub-humanoids would be good day's work, say I!"
"So, what is the nature of your misadventures with the verminous goblinoids?"
"Goodness!" exclaims Vondal, otherwise preparing to dismiss a peasant superstition. "Sir, might I ask, can you possibly express your current situation compared to when you were living?"
"I wouldn't go that far, Sir Kendall. But my new companions are indeed convivial." He turns to Luce. "Sir Kendall is a carl high in the esteem of House Brewerson, a doughty fighter and as chivalrous as any knight of which the troubadors may sing. Even you, good sir," he nods to Sigvard.
"Sir Kendall, as formal as ever. It is nice to see the old ways have not died out," replies Vondal dryly. "How fare you, and how fares my father? And what beings you to this isolated and otherwise unremarkable hamlet - no offence, Miss Winterscliffe?"
Just updated Vondal for background and theme - chose Occupation (Merchant) with a +2 bonus to Diplomacy, and Wizard's Apprentice.
From where he sits next to Luce, Vondal notes with vague interest the human bard, noting with approval how he avoids the vulgar youth of the village. But he blinks with surprise as he sees a familar figure accosting one of the locals - one of his father's housecarls, the doughty warrior Kendall Steelshod. Vondal sinks into his seat with a degree of chagrin. Checking up on me...
"Yes, most stimulating. Indeed, to visit the travelling court of a powerful fey would be a most exciting, if potentially perilous, expedition. But their knowledge of arcane lore is doubtless deep. I just hope that they do not wish too terrible a boon in exchange. As for this goblin, well, hrumph..."
"Hmm, can't say I have much truck with goblins - little better than tunnel-running vermin, in my view," says Vondal, his lips curling with distaste. "However, this Progress sounds interesting..."
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