"Thanks... Don't suppose you can do something about the sleeve?"
Elaina asks as the stinging in her arm went away.
Torod keeps away from the group a bit, sulking.
Strawberry lounges lazily not too far from where Asta is speaking with the mites.
"Thanks... Don't suppose you can do something about the sleeve?"
Elaina asks as the stinging in her arm went away.
She inspects Elaina's arm for a moment, wiping away the blood and smiling at the now unblemished skin. She loved how it had been knitted back together with the aid of magic. She smiled at the question and her hands began to glow. "I can do much more then healing~" She let Elaina's arm hang as she brushed her hands over the damaged sleeve, speaking quietly as she focused her magic into restoring that which was torn away. A few moments later the sleeve was whole again and her smile broadened as her tail waved in pleasure. "Good as new. Need anything else just let me know~"
Seraph looked to the sulking half-elf then, trying to interpret his poor mood. "Are you hurt To-rod? Deathstrike injured?" She was still unsure of how to pronounce his name. Toerod, To'Rod, Dorot, Half-Elf names were weird.
"No. I am well."
Elaina watches in amazement as Seraph repairs the damage to her tunic-sleeve. Her eyes looking over where the tear was.
"Th-thanks." she says, too stunned to do much more than that, and keep a grip on the squirming terror that Asta was attempting to negotiate with.
Marten took hold of the second mite, not knowing it can bite him.
With her tail whipping around she eyed Torod for a moment, unsure if he was putting on an act or not. She had a hard time reading him but finally she nodded. "Good to hear. Asta, should I help these little... uh... Smurfs?"
Seraph watches the ongoing struggle with interest. Unable to restrain an amused expression from forming on her lips at Elaina's struggles.
Marten does his best to not get bitten by the blue creature.
"Asta, I don't think they want to listen."
Elaina tries her best to hang onto the squirming mite, but she's not sure how long she'll be able to.
Seraph shields herself as the Mite starts spitting. Chuckling as she says. "That can't be good or is that their way of expressing happiness?" It was hard to tell what happiness would look like on such an UGLY creature.
"Considering we're not dead, I'd say it's definitely not good."
Elaina says as she manages to shift her grip to avoid the mite's teeth.
"Anyone know what the scary girl with white hair is saying anyway?"
"She's still making nice with the little vermin. When she stops, you'll know." Torod has grown more interested in the goings on at this point.
"Well that's just dandy, she's not the one that has to worry about missing fingers."
Elaina frowns as she tries to keep the squirming mite under control. She considers what Asta is trying to do, and it seems like a noble cause. Bring wealth and opportunity to a group normally cast out of society.
But she knows better than most that some of those groups are outcasts for good reason. She still had fight the baser impulses of her nature from time to time and those impulses were not to give others hugs.
"Asta, I'd say that these two aren't interested if you've already mentioned getting rich and living like kings. 'Sides, not all reputations are undeserved."
Seraph's tail continues to wag as she was amused by the continuing struggle greatly. "No worries there, I am sure I could heal missing fingers." She taps a finger against her chin as she considers her staatement for a moment and then shrugs. "Probably anyway. It'd be great practice~" Being an optimist she found a way to spin the possibility of failure into a learning oppourtunity.
She snaps her fingers at Torod. "Our guests understand Common! Your derogatory comments are counter-productive to negotiations."
"Oh Really?" Seraph's tail wags more in amusement and pleasure as she thinks on what best to say. "If someone offered me a chance to be rich I'd at least hear what she had to say. Besides, once I had riches I could do more then just play in the mud with sticks. I could buy nice gear, bigger pets and such. Seriously whats the harm in at least hearing them out? So ASta ya said you had a plan that would interest them, have you told them what it is yet?"
Elaina gives a shrug, or as much of one as she dares when handling a squirm bundle of mite bent on sinking its teeth into whatever it can find.
"The lady is a smart and honest one, if she says that you'll live rich and fat, she'll make it happen."
Torod accepts Asta's admonition and steps away a bit. Hopefully his lack of proximity will help make the mites more amenable and if not, a bow is meant to be used at range.
Marten awaits the results of the negotiation. He has a feeling this will not end well. At least for the mites...
Seraph looks to Asta unsure of what the mites are saying and seeing their continued agitation, she assumes its not good. She chooses the draconic tongue in the hopes she understands. "Zyak whats wer nadot?"
So whats the plan?
Unexpected, I thought they would not cooperate.
"Oh really now? Why the wicked grins then?" Elaina says. Turning to Asta, she manages to not snarl at the woman.
"I smell a rat. These little bastards are lying through their teeth or I'm Iomedae's daughter."
I guess they are not cooperating after all, Elaina certainly does not look like Iomedae's offspring.
Torod grins.
Seraph's friendly demeanor changes drastically as the brute in her rises to the surface; And it was angry. Her eyes glow red as a shadow falls across her face and she growls through her teeth as Elaina's words reinforce what she already detected in the mites voices. She flexes her fingers into fists over and over again; fists far larger than they naturally should be as she worked her muscles until the veins are standing out pulsing. Her knuckles cracked as she spoke. "Sorry Asta, I think these ones are a lost cause. They are lying through their teeth..." She draws her massive blade and lets the light gleam off the edge and in the mites little faces. "Cut the sh*&, I have no qualms crushing you both here and now."
She isn't bluffing, but she intends to give them a fair fight but she isn't afraid of crushing them.
Elaina looks at Seraph, and while she isn't scared, she is not comfortable with how the other tiefling woman was starting to anger.
"And I thought she would be the nice one" she whispers to herself.
Seraph tsks loudly as she turns from the disgusting little creature. She shrugged her shoulders as she sheathed her massive blade. Her demeanor changed back to Normal as fhe creatures started sing. "That didn't work." She waited then to hear what the plan was now. She had no qualms crushing the vile fey but she wasn't the leader. It wasn't her call and if they didn't fear her then it was going to be a rough fight ahead.
"Shall we kill them now? I am bored of holding it." Marten asks.
"We cannot really let them go now, right?"
"They're tougher than they look." Torod warns. "Their fey resistance to most materials reduce the impact of weapons."
"Trust you? Right now the only thing I trust you to do is slit my throat when you've got the chance." Elaina says.
She turns to Torod, a question look on her face.
"Most? What do our weapons need to be made of? Silver forged under the light of a new moon on the third day of autumn?"
"No. The bane of all fey is cold iron. Olaf should have some available when we get back."
Seraph nodded at Torod's information, locking it away in her mind for future use.
Elaina's skin tingles unpleasantly when Torod mentions cold iron. She tries to ignore it but something deep within was afraid of blades made of that wicked iron. A shudder runs up her back as the memories of the first time she had touched a cold iron weapon surface.
"Oh."
Asta rises to her full height in the saddle, and her eyes blaze bright scarlet as she looks at the Mites. Then she smiles. It is not a pretty expression.
"I have had two dreams," she says in a sing-song, ice-cold voice.
"In one dream, Mites continue to live in wealth and prosperity, serving the Law and being served by it as they grow wealthy. In the other dream, there are no Mites. No old Mites. No young Mites. No Mites at all. Your tunnels will be empty. Your bugs will be dead. Which dream do you prefer?"