Don’t you just love it when a player falls right into your plot?
Spoiler:
Just after the final battle of the goblin raid on Sandpoint, the Party’s priest of Calistria meets Aldern Foxglove who thanks him for the party in disrupting the goblins efforts to cut his life short. The party’s Ranger (a half-elf female) had been the one to down the goblin commando Bunkel in a single critical shot. Aldern invites Strabomenos, the priest of Calistria, along with his friends to a boar hunt in a few days once everyone has healed and cleaned up.
Strabomenos: “I suppose you are right, though some more than others,” motioning uncomfortably at himself and smiling. “I will be staying at the Pixie’s Kitten, but dining with my friends here at the Rusty Dragon. Perhaps you'd like to join us there once we clean up and see to some healing?”
Aldern Foxglove: He smiles uncomfortably at Strabo and glances around to see if anyone is observing their exchange. Then he gives a sheepish grin. Rubbing his hand through his dusty and sweaty hair he nods then says, "Incidentally, who stuck that goblin dog rider with a single arrow? I didn't see who, but that was an amazing shot. I'd really like to meet that person."
Strabomenos: “Always an eye on the mark,” grinning at Aldern. “It would seem you and the archer in question would have something in common. Why don't you join us for dinner and I'll make the proper introductions? However you look like a man with more on his mind than just a beautiful ranger. What are you thinking friend?”
Aldern Foxglove: Aldern grins back, "So you are saying she is as lovely as she is talented with a bow? Well now, if you can arrange for a meet, I can't tell you how grateful I'd be... See what you can do. And let her know that she is invited to that boar hunt I mentioned."
Strabomenos: “Yes she certainly is but the hunt for her may prove more challenging, and rewarding, that that of the boar. Perhaps I can suggest you make the invitation a personal one. Let the hunt begin eh? Just remember you are a noble, but a gentleman first. Treat her as such and you stand better odds with this one. My only pleasure in this is to see the smiles you may potentially place upon each others’ faces. Well obviously I am in need of some cleaning up. I wonder if the kittens have any sponges as I am feeling particularly dirty. I'll see you tonight Aldern.”
Strabomenos: “I suppose you are right, though some more than others,” motioning uncomfortably at himself and smiling. “I will be staying at the Pixie’s Kitten, but dining with my friends here at the Rusty Dragon. Perhaps you'd like to join us there once we clean up and see to some healing?”
Aldern Foxglove: He smiles uncomfortably at Strabo and glances around to see if anyone is observing their exchange. Then he gives a sheepish grin. Rubbing his hand through his dusty and sweaty hair he nods then says, "Incidentally, who stuck that goblin dog rider with a single arrow? I didn't see who, but that was an amazing shot. I'd really like to meet that person."
Strabomenos: “Always an eye on the mark,” grinning at Aldern. “It would seem you and the archer in question would have something in common. Why don't you join us for dinner and I'll make the proper introductions? However you look like a man with more on his mind than just a beautiful ranger. What are you thinking friend?”
Aldern Foxglove: Aldern grins back, "So you are saying she is as lovely as she is talented with a bow? Well now, if you can arrange for a meet, I can't tell you how grateful I'd be... See what you can do. And let her know that she is invited to that boar hunt I mentioned."
Strabomenos: “Yes she certainly is but the hunt for her may prove more challenging, and rewarding, that that of the boar. Perhaps I can suggest you make the invitation a personal one. Let the hunt begin eh? Just remember you are a noble, but a gentleman first. Treat her as such and you stand better odds with this one. My only pleasure in this is to see the smiles you may potentially place upon each others’ faces. Well obviously I am in need of some cleaning up. I wonder if the kittens have any sponges as I am feeling particularly dirty. I'll see you tonight Aldern.”
That poor, poor man.
You deserve a high five.
