I know the feeling Matatoa.
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Before leaving, Wisp grabs a few of the coins for the purchase of a scroll case. Otherwise, she wasn't concerned about the money. Wisp hops down from the tall chair and heads for the door. She stops and hugs the maps close as the large woman glares at her. Her foot twitches under her as she fights the urge to cower. She gives a quick nod and turns away, "I'll go buy a case and meet you at the docks." She hurries off. Wisp's anxiety barely abated even as she emerged outside. She took a deep breath before hobbling down the street to find a general store. Maybe I can find a waterproof case...
The Halfling gave Reggie a look, "The sea is my spirit home. I do not fear it." She realized who she was talking to and looked away from that glare, "Do you have a boat for us to travel on?"
I've seen everything from using MS Paint to Adobe Photoshop to create maps. They have tutorials on youtube that would help. I would offer to help create it, but I don't know that I have the time.
Wisp nodded, ready to be on their way. She takes one last look at the maps before rolling them tightly in her small hands,"I am pretty good at finding our way around. I hope no one minds if I hold on to these." She stuffs the human sized maps into the Halfling sized scroll tube at her side. She scowls, "I'll need a bigger holder for these. I'll get one on the way out of town." The Halfling pulls off her pack and situates the potion in her bag before slinging it on again. "I would like to talk to the elder druids at some point, either outside Middleport or Darkcrest, but other than that..." She shrugged and trailed off. She wasn't a leader by any stretch of the imagination. She glanced between the rest of her companions, wondering who might take the lead.
Wisp slumps as the Mayor gave her no new word on her parents ship. She sighed softly before returning to the conversation. She reached out and picked up a badge, storing it away under her tattered clothing. She picked up one of the large potion bottles and examined it carefully before setting it in her lap.
Little Wisp's face scrunches in confusion as she listens to the Mayer's reports, "Sir," the Halfling raises her hand, "Have you heard of anything regarding the Rose Bow?" She spoke of her parents' ship which hadn't returned in sometime and no message had reached her of its whereabouts. She shifted nervously as she waited for his answer. Regardless, she was in to help investigate, "I have many friends in the water that can help us figure out what threatens the sea. I am glad to be of service." She also needed a distraction from this worry that plagued her.
"The Hungry Mouths tribe." Little Wisp spoke up, "Matatoa is referring to the Sahuagin tribes who used to control this island. The Mayor is the descendent from the man who defeated them." Wisp had heard the story many times as her parents regaled tourists with embellished retellings. She turns to Matatoa, "Hero Son come soon, give us quest." Wisp smiled, her feet kicking back and forth as she sat in the oversized chair.
The Halfling opens her mouth to answer the pirate-looking gentleman at the window when the tough woman calls out. In answer to the question, she shrugs meekly, "We have all just met. I'm Wisp. This is Veldor, Sraz, Matatoa, and...a pirate..." she points around the room and stops on Gallman, having not gotten his name yet. Surprisingly, she seemed more comfortable with the lizardfolk and the halfling in the room than the humans, "Hopefully, we will learn more about what we're here for soon."
Having grown up on Sieben Inseln, Wisp was familiar with its people and used to the droves of tourists that would frequent the vacation spot. But since the attacks, the island felt much more deserted. It's people were less active with no influx of visitors. Still, there was an uneasiness that settled on the community. Maybe it was just Wisp's imagination but it was how she felt nonetheless. Wisp Waverider was small, even for a Halfling, leading to her nickname 'Little Wisp'. She had a constant 'wet' look about her, her tangled blonde locks matted to her head with bits of seaweed in it. As part of her practice, Wisp's pointed ears had been cut to look like fins and she bore several piercings and some blue tattoos that swirled about her neck like waves. Wisp felt an anxiety that she was sure the community shared. Wisp's parents had disappeared at sea. No trace had been found yet and the halfling's fear grew with each day. She had to do something or she felt she would go crazy. The Mayor's call to action was a boon and she would take it to find her family and safeguard her home. The druid dragged herself away from the small dock outside the city that she frequented. It was a place of comfort for her but she would have to leave it. She made her way into town on foot and arrived late. After speaking with the Mayor's secretary, she quietly entered the waiting room. She took measure of the adventurers in the room as she shuffled to the side of the door. Her nerves were getting the better of her and she found herself falling into her childhood habit of... Stamp, stamp, stamp! ...her foot stamped the ground several times very loudly. She looked up and blushed, knowing that she may draw some attention with her nervous tick. "Uh...Hello." Not wanting to embarrass herself again, she moved to a seat and pulled herself into it.
Best of health to your brothers. Thank you all for the well wishes. Your support is much needed.
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Mines a little funky. I'm UTC+3 (about 7 hrs ahead of EST) at least until my deployment is up, then I'll be at UTC+2 (6 hrs ahead of EST). I'll have my stats up in a few hours.
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