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Fendric takes a moment to register the blank looks at him in the room.
. o 0 O(So this is what it's like to be a babbling fool. And I thought You helped me to be wiser. You are mysterious, sometimes; I'll give You that.)
"Yes, my mistake, upriver. Not even a day's ride, East? of here, is a floating community, on a river?
Upstream from that, perhaps a day's paddle?
a halfling warren where we stayed? And were given gifts? For disposing of the undead?
and set an ambush for the death cultists holding Premule? but they never came? and we left the Heironeans there to wait? all except Shavah? who we favor? and are keeping with us?"
Fendric looks over at Shavah, half-searching, half-smiling. "I mean, you're real, right? Shavah, half-elf like me, Cleric of Heironeous? If you were a balor, or a succubus, you'd tell me, wouldn't you? No, I guess you wouldn't."
Fendric re-engages the Ravast: "The burgher of the town, name of Ozzy Osbourne, was very particular about roads. He did not want a road built that reached his warren, for he feared it would lead to the Realm's taxmen paying a visit. And indeed, we traveled overland to reach it, originally. I can't believe, no, I refuse to believe we have hallucinated this!"
As the Orcish starts up again in earnest, Fendric's expression turns sour.
"Nurthk, could you be a dear and let me know what in the Nine Hells these learned men are saying? It seems Kyrr, here, has given up the job of interpreter, and I rather trust you to give it straight."
. o 0 O(So this is what it's like to be a babbling fool. And I thought You helped me to be wiser. You are mysterious, sometimes; I'll give You that.)
"Yes, my mistake, upriver. Not even a day's ride, East? of here, is a floating community, on a river?
Upstream from that, perhaps a day's paddle?
a halfling warren where we stayed? And were given gifts? For disposing of the undead?
and set an ambush for the death cultists holding Premule? but they never came? and we left the Heironeans there to wait? all except Shavah? who we favor? and are keeping with us?"
Fendric looks over at Shavah, half-searching, half-smiling. "I mean, you're real, right? Shavah, half-elf like me, Cleric of Heironeous? If you were a balor, or a succubus, you'd tell me, wouldn't you? No, I guess you wouldn't."
Fendric re-engages the Ravast: "The burgher of the town, name of Ozzy Osbourne, was very particular about roads. He did not want a road built that reached his warren, for he feared it would lead to the Realm's taxmen paying a visit. And indeed, we traveled overland to reach it, originally. I can't believe, no, I refuse to believe we have hallucinated this!"
As the Orcish starts up again in earnest, Fendric's expression turns sour.
"Nurthk, could you be a dear and let me know what in the Nine Hells these learned men are saying? It seems Kyrr, here, has given up the job of interpreter, and I rather trust you to give it straight."