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Roy isn't particularly surprised by the surliness of the smith. "Metal I have, though it's in smaller pieces suitable for armor repair rather than a single piece. Now, if I wanted to make metal scales it'd be perfect. For a single piece, like the head of a hammer, well, I could heat the pieces...

Slyth ponders the question briefly. His hovel was out - the knight had already proven himself liable to make snap misjudgements (he'd actually been telling the truth, dammit!), and he'd be condemning himself by letting the knight anywhere near it. There were, however, a number of places which...

Roy takes his place amongst the Vantri men as they are shown to their places - far humbler than those of the guests, as befits their station in life. Once settled in, he asks after the castle smiths, and makes his way to the smithy. He introduces himself to the senior castle smith. "If I may ask...

Slyth looks him in the eyes, and speaks truly. "As I said, the elders asked my to swear to obey the wearer of the amulet. That I did. They then told me that no service was expected of me until the bearer of the amulet was revealed. While waiting, I have been making money by assisting the noble...

Holding my action. With a "meat stick" in the left hand and a stub revolver in the right, in a doorway with Brutis covering, a gas cart possibly going to go bang and a confusion of both good, bad and neutral people in the vicinity, it's better to wait and see.

Slyth quickly thinks over the words of the knight. The amulet was revealed, not given to him by the elders. Okay, that opens up opportunities. The knight seems oh-so-devout, and therefore, potentially, oh-so-gullible. But he would also be the best way into the pilgrimage, so scamming him would...

Slyth smiles and bows. "Come, Sir, let us not be coy. My name is Slyth, though this is unimportant. I am honorbound to assist the bearer of the amulet. That is my sworn duty, now as in the past. You bear the amulet, therefore I am to assist you."

He's had a week to notice - now events have caught up on him.:-) Slyth looks around the cathedral for the knight. It takes a short while, mostly because he prefers to search with his eyes, rather than putting his body on the line, but finally spots him. He walks towards him, carefully, trying...

Roy looks a little embarrassed. "I don't know if this is the right time, Ser. It's just, well, I've never, actually, you know..." His voice trails off a bit. He coughs, and looks rather sheepishly at Ser Jarl. "I was scared, Ser. I was laughing so that they wouldn't see it. And somehow, during...

Trix takes a look at the cart being pushed away, and works out immediately what they have in mind. That was *her* plan! She smiles. She could get to like these people. She already likes the way they think. On the other hand, if they succeed, in the unlikely event that the laser penetrates the...

Roy is rather embarrassed by the praise he is receiving. He is no stranger to fighting, nobody who worked in the mines was a stranger to that. Hardworking men liked to drink, hard drinking men liked to fight. Mostly it was just brawling, fists, tankards, and an occasional chair, and sometimes...

Slyth initially doesn't believe his eyes. Another amulet? It can't be. He dismisses it, and goes about his business. But as he makes the contacts he needs and starts to earn some serious favors, his thoughts keep straying back to the amulet. Eventually he gives up - he just can't concentrate...

Trix turns her head to look at the vendor. "This kinda thing happen often enough that you've got a Get Outa Dodge plan? I gotta say, it's way more interesting than doin' inventory..." [she flashes him a grin] "...but it's not the kinda bulletpoints I'm used to, you know?" As she distracts him...

As the first, already battered clansman, sees Roy rotate back to face him after first poleaxing the clansman's comrade, his eyes fill with fear. Roy stops laughing. He nods his head in the direction of the forest. "Get outa here, lad. The butcher's bill's already high enough, and I've no wish to...

Slyth rolls over when the light hits his face. Morning. Morning? Why had he slept here, where the light would wake him? In the morning? What was it about the morning? He tries to remember, through the fog of sleepiness. Morning. Money. MONEY! He springs up out of bed as fast as he can. Here was...

Trix hears the action going on, and takes advantage of the situation. Her way. She asks the vendor "By the way, do you have any more sauce I can put on this?" and, if the vendor assents in any fashion, takes advantage of his distraction to add some sauce to her "meat" stick. Now, it looks right...

Roy rotates his neck slightly, still laughing, as he looks at the two clansmen. The one he'd hit had managed a nice shot to his side, and the one he'd been unable to hit had put in a nice head shot. On him, in mere hard leather. Okay, he'd been able to twist his body to avoid most of the damage...

You know it, I know it, but Slyth wants more information out of Aridha. Like who she is, what she can do, and how he can use her to accomplish his goals without compromising the mission OR their relationship. So this is just a way to secure more information... and find out best how they can do...

Slyth sighs. "Our orders are meaningless, because unless we have some idea about what we are expected to do, we don't know how and where to position ourselves when we infiltrate the crusaders. If I attach myself to one of the local lords as an "expeditor", when what they want us to do is take...

OOC: Let me give this one a shot. It may help you out, actually. IC: Slyth turns to her. What are your orders, if I may ask? We may as well be totally honest with each other here. We're on the same side. We have similar goals, if not exactly the same. You obviously know about me, but I know...