To Lord Kerrigan:
"My Lord, I am again speechless by your generosity. Rest assured when our mission is complete, I will return to aid your defense."
To Sir Ovirid:
"I would choose the Shortsword for myself; but for you, I might choose a number of Throwing Axes. They may be used in both melee and at range, and give up nothing in damage to the Hand Axe."
While on the way upriver, Sir Manfred eagerly points out landmarks and comments on the events that happened last time they came this way, despite the fact the others were with him then as well.
With a gentle giggle Yin holds the pelt to herself and smiles up at Darby with a hint of mischief in her eyes. "Thank you" She responds brightly, looking from the manservant to Kerrigan himself with a broad grin.
Eager to get moving Yin hops up and heads off to pack once more, only pausing in her preperations to take a moment to give Falcon a tight hug goodbye.
As the group leaves Yin can't help but be excited, joining in Manfred's recounting of past events although her mood occasionally subdues at mention of Kamris, clearly missing the company of the other Shoanti, her former grounding influence.
The thirty-year old barge that Klyndak, Hru, Rellios, and the Kannonfodders found some well-preserved dwarven ale on now sits slightly above ground. A cursory visual examination does not reveal anything of interest.
An hour or so gentle ride beyond that you reach the waterfall. Hearing a bugbear cry out from the cliffs the Boneheads once inhabited above sends a chill down your spine until you recognize it as the friendly greeting of 'Quarrel' the bugbear ranger that thinks Orlan and Klyndak are 'Beetlerajahs', his pronunciation of 'Battlerager'.
"Hoooorooohooo!" he calls out in a cheerful voice. Gesturing for you to climb the slope he shouts. "More come! Welcome! Up come!".
Then he notices that you are mounted and begins to lower the pulley that the Bonehead clan used to raise and lower canoes. Getting your mounts in there will be hard work, but it will allow you to ride all the way to the Keep.
"Lad, yer a genius! Ah jes' need t' be usin' me axes! Ah 'ate t' part wit' me pick, anyway."
Ovirid listens closely as the tales of the previous trip are recounted. He carries his crossbow with a bolt, ready to loaded, unless traveling prevents it.
Sir Manfred lends a hand to getting the horses up the cliff face, calming them on the way.
"Sir Ovirid, only two? No, no; you must carry six, or even eight! When you hurl your axes you must always have a spare! Perhaps you could learn to juggle them to inimidate your enemies?"
Sir Manfred lends a hand to getting the horses up the cliff face, calming them on the way.
"Sir Ovirid, only two? No, no; you must carry six, or even eight! When you hurl your axes you must always have a spare! Perhaps you could learn to juggle them to inimidate your enemies?"
"Lass, Ah 'ppreciate yer generosity. 'r ye sure yer not fer needin' on o' those rings? Ah'm not a fan o' 'eights, so Ah'll take it if'n ye insist, but Ah'm fer thinkin' 'ladies first' 'n all 'at."
Yin refuses the ring outright, prefering the idea of Manfred having it, it's hard to grab ledges when falling when decked out in lots of armour. If needs be she'll threaten to just throw it in the river if he doesn't take it.
Yin refuses the ring outright, prefering the idea of Manfred having it, it's hard to grab ledges when falling when decked out in lots of armour. If needs be she'll threaten to just throw it in the river if he doesn't take it.
Having watched your argument over the rings with great amusement, Quarrel finally interrupts and asks, "You go up see Beetlerajah? Quarrel go you with."
Sir Manfred quickly remounts his horse, Trouble.
"Of course, Good Quarrel! Come MiLady Yin, come Sir Ovirid! I wish to see how MiLord Klyndak has fared these few months since he claimed his patrimony. On Trouble!" He poses briefly as he gets Trouble to rear, before he gallops after the bugbear.