Fendric scowls as Raven addresses him. Reluctantly, he calms down, although his expression is still serious.
After a while, and since Nature (and Fendric) abhors a vacuum:
"You're right, of course, and I apologize to our guests.
But you should also know that we came here specifically to cure our friend, who was infected by the undead we vanquished in the last village where we stayed. We would have been perfectly happy to continue on our way once that was taken care of, threatening no one, and making all due haste to leave anyone's special area of the Realm, Pelor forbid, had we not been detained, forced to wake, and questioned at this hour.
Nurthk's affliction, I suspect, is what drew the tracking of these people and their shaman, I think, but I should also think that the disease, terrible as it was, was yet honestly come by, and that even a shaman should be able to tell the difference between actual taint and someone who needed clerical attention.
Now, unless we traveled through a portal or crossed a border post of some kind with which I am not familiar, we are on the Realm's business, while still within the geographical bounds of the Realm, Raven, and I'll tend to regard anyone who thwarts our progress as hostile.
So, we will begin to traverse that pass on the morrow, and while I'd be happy and grateful to have your assistance for it, I'll brook no threat to the passage or the safety of this group, without standing or speaking to defend them. That you must know if you are to travel with us, I think.
I pray you understand me a little better now, good sir.
Perhaps I need a turn at that pipe, so that I don't brain anyone."
), trying to keep his wits about him. (fort save 12). When the pipe has passed he takes out his own pipe, fills it with less lethal stuff and passes it along as well.
