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<blockquote data-quote="Aristoi" data-source="post: 2675080" data-attributes="member: 32975"><p>The flight to Amruthar had been uneventful, for Elim at least. Kilmor was a shivering mess and Adama had sunk to lay flat on the ground, armor and all, for good while. He’d been stuttering and muttering since about halfway through it all. Skree’a said she didn’t mind the flight, since she’d been fed ahead of time but was concerned where to sleep unmolested. </p><p></p><p>Once they’d unloaded her, Elim had led her off into the thick underbrush and a huge overhang above a small river tributary that fed into the river Lapendrar through the forest they were in. “Forest” was perhaps too kind a word but here in the arid stretched of Thay, this was as close as came. The trees here were larger and more had more foliage and there was sufficient underbrush to support shade and smaller animals. </p><p></p><p>Hunting would be good.</p><p></p><p>Encouraging Skree’a to leave droppings, he positioned them on game trails here and there many paces from her hiding place, so other predators looking for smaller game would be warned off well in advance. His Druid’s senses told him nothing but the occasional largish lizard and a coyote or three lived in the area but he wasn’t taking any chances. </p><p></p><p>Returning a couple of hours later he found that camp had been set up, a fire was started and there were skins of river-water for him to purify. Once done he threw himself down and gnawed on jerky and a grain-cube, satisfying his desire for vegetables. </p><p></p><p>“What’re we doing next?” Elim asked Adama, who was tiredly laying down, armor piled neatly to one side, cleaned and oiled again. </p><p></p><p>“Well, since S’lann is the best choice to interact with humans in this land,” Adama gestured to the Fey’ri, “we’re thinking either sometime today, or tomorrow, we’ll send him into town to get supplies and news.” </p><p></p><p>“We have some coin,” Elim responded, reaching into his pack and feeling the trade-bar snap into his palm as the magic of the pack brought it to him. “A bar or two each, I believe.” </p><p></p><p>“Yes,” Adama responded with some satisfaction. “That will, at least, get us some more supplies and some things to make our journey easier.” </p><p></p><p>“Like a cook-pot, tea-pot and some bowls?” Elim asked with a quirked eyebrow. </p><p></p><p>“Yes,” Adama replied with a nod and a grin. He thought it passing strange the Ranger and Druid wanted such civilized things and then shrugged it off, admitting he wasn’t an expert, as Elim had so eloquently pointed out earlier. “Cheese and more grain-cubes, needles, fish-hooks and such.” </p><p></p><p>“Well then,” Elim rose wearily, “let me scout and when I return I can escort him to the edge of the forest.” Getting nods of agreement, he disappeared into the underbrush.</p><p></p><p>While he was gone the others prepared for S’lann’s adventure, discussing options and hat kind of time limit before they came looking for him was appropriate. </p><p></p><p>In time, Elim returned, midday had come and passed and though sweating, he had covered the entirety of the forest in just a few hours. ‘Not even a dire-wolf lived in or around the wood but to the south, there were farms and the city. </p><p></p><p>“I am returned,” he said as he stepped out of the brush, realizing he needed to camouflage their campsite from casually curious eyes. They were a bit close to a few farms and a wayward child could spell their doom. </p><p></p><p>“I’m ready!” S’lann piped up, jumping up with his pack and a form that seemed strangely familiar and yet not. Apparently he had combined the features of several people from the Spire to create a custom identity. It worked well, he had to admit. </p><p></p><p>“Somehow I doubt that,” Elim told him but he smiled to take the sting out of the words. “’Best we start moving now. You’re likely an hour’s walk from the city from here but I recommend you go around to the eastern gate, just to be careful.” </p><p></p><p>“Agreed,” S’lann replied with a nod. </p><p></p><p>“We can speak as we go,” he told the smaller shapeshifter, “there’s nobody and nothing in the forest we have to fear. At least,” he shrugged, “at the moment. But humans are near and they have a disturbing tendency to be where you least want them to.” </p><p></p><p>“Agreed,” S’lann replied again, smiling at the comment.</p><p></p><p>“You will be careful, you will not allow yourself to be overly distracted and you will not volunteer any information about yourself or anyone else. It is NOT being polite to make conversation- it is dangerous.” Elim was trying to be helpful but even under the best of times; the best he could usually manage would be “less severe”. </p><p></p><p>“I understand,” S’lann replied, a little irritated. </p><p></p><p>“No you don’t,” Elim told him, now sounding irritated. “You’ve never been out here, never faced the treachery of human society, never had to deal with social manipulation outside of the Spire. In there,” he had stopped and was pointing back northwest, “you had ignorant brutes and humans that could barely feed themselves, much less be subtle. You are now going to face people that make a living from finding out whatever they can from you and selling that to other people to rob or enslave you. You must be careful.” </p><p></p><p>“I will, I will!” </p><p></p><p>Elim simply stared at him with a quirked eyebrow until he blushed but didn’t look away. He grinned at the flustered changeling and resumed their walk. “Just don’t get yourself killed, or worse. That’s all I’m saying.” </p><p></p><p>“Are saying you care what happens to me Elim?” S’lann asked, his voice odd. </p><p></p><p>“I think,” he started to say and then thought differently, “that it would be a shame to lose the one of us that might be able to get into settlements and buy us butter and cheese and tea pots and such.” </p><p></p><p>“That’s what I thought,” S’lann grumbled, making Elim grin unseen. They continued on the rest of their walk in silence. </p><p></p><p>At the edge of the forest Elim gestured to the city they could just see in the distance through the haze of dust. Farms and dirt roads south of them dotted the landscape, goats and sheep and cattle in the fields not dominated by green growing things in neat rows. “That road seems to go straight to the city.” He gestured to the west, “If you go around that way, down that road, I believe it joins onto the western road.” </p><p></p><p>“Alright,” S’lann scuffed his booted foot, “I guess I’ll see you later.” </p><p></p><p>“I will wait here until you return but if you have not returned by mid-day tomorrow,” he gestured back the way they had come, “I’m siccing Adama on you.” He grinned at the joke making a ghastly effect out of it. </p><p></p><p>“’Midday tomorrow,” S’lann replied with a gulp, “’got it.” </p><p></p><p>“Good,” Elim responded and then vanished into the underbrush. </p><p></p><p>“Slann spent a moment searching for him with his eyes and ears and finding nothing, shrugged, hefted his pack and headed down the dusty road and to the city beyond. </p><p></p><p>Elim watched him go from his vantage point in the tree. “Carefully go, little one, carefully go.”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Aristoi, post: 2675080, member: 32975"] The flight to Amruthar had been uneventful, for Elim at least. Kilmor was a shivering mess and Adama had sunk to lay flat on the ground, armor and all, for good while. He’d been stuttering and muttering since about halfway through it all. Skree’a said she didn’t mind the flight, since she’d been fed ahead of time but was concerned where to sleep unmolested. Once they’d unloaded her, Elim had led her off into the thick underbrush and a huge overhang above a small river tributary that fed into the river Lapendrar through the forest they were in. “Forest” was perhaps too kind a word but here in the arid stretched of Thay, this was as close as came. The trees here were larger and more had more foliage and there was sufficient underbrush to support shade and smaller animals. Hunting would be good. Encouraging Skree’a to leave droppings, he positioned them on game trails here and there many paces from her hiding place, so other predators looking for smaller game would be warned off well in advance. His Druid’s senses told him nothing but the occasional largish lizard and a coyote or three lived in the area but he wasn’t taking any chances. Returning a couple of hours later he found that camp had been set up, a fire was started and there were skins of river-water for him to purify. Once done he threw himself down and gnawed on jerky and a grain-cube, satisfying his desire for vegetables. “What’re we doing next?” Elim asked Adama, who was tiredly laying down, armor piled neatly to one side, cleaned and oiled again. “Well, since S’lann is the best choice to interact with humans in this land,” Adama gestured to the Fey’ri, “we’re thinking either sometime today, or tomorrow, we’ll send him into town to get supplies and news.” “We have some coin,” Elim responded, reaching into his pack and feeling the trade-bar snap into his palm as the magic of the pack brought it to him. “A bar or two each, I believe.” “Yes,” Adama responded with some satisfaction. “That will, at least, get us some more supplies and some things to make our journey easier.” “Like a cook-pot, tea-pot and some bowls?” Elim asked with a quirked eyebrow. “Yes,” Adama replied with a nod and a grin. He thought it passing strange the Ranger and Druid wanted such civilized things and then shrugged it off, admitting he wasn’t an expert, as Elim had so eloquently pointed out earlier. “Cheese and more grain-cubes, needles, fish-hooks and such.” “Well then,” Elim rose wearily, “let me scout and when I return I can escort him to the edge of the forest.” Getting nods of agreement, he disappeared into the underbrush. While he was gone the others prepared for S’lann’s adventure, discussing options and hat kind of time limit before they came looking for him was appropriate. In time, Elim returned, midday had come and passed and though sweating, he had covered the entirety of the forest in just a few hours. ‘Not even a dire-wolf lived in or around the wood but to the south, there were farms and the city. “I am returned,” he said as he stepped out of the brush, realizing he needed to camouflage their campsite from casually curious eyes. They were a bit close to a few farms and a wayward child could spell their doom. “I’m ready!” S’lann piped up, jumping up with his pack and a form that seemed strangely familiar and yet not. Apparently he had combined the features of several people from the Spire to create a custom identity. It worked well, he had to admit. “Somehow I doubt that,” Elim told him but he smiled to take the sting out of the words. “’Best we start moving now. You’re likely an hour’s walk from the city from here but I recommend you go around to the eastern gate, just to be careful.” “Agreed,” S’lann replied with a nod. “We can speak as we go,” he told the smaller shapeshifter, “there’s nobody and nothing in the forest we have to fear. At least,” he shrugged, “at the moment. But humans are near and they have a disturbing tendency to be where you least want them to.” “Agreed,” S’lann replied again, smiling at the comment. “You will be careful, you will not allow yourself to be overly distracted and you will not volunteer any information about yourself or anyone else. It is NOT being polite to make conversation- it is dangerous.” Elim was trying to be helpful but even under the best of times; the best he could usually manage would be “less severe”. “I understand,” S’lann replied, a little irritated. “No you don’t,” Elim told him, now sounding irritated. “You’ve never been out here, never faced the treachery of human society, never had to deal with social manipulation outside of the Spire. In there,” he had stopped and was pointing back northwest, “you had ignorant brutes and humans that could barely feed themselves, much less be subtle. You are now going to face people that make a living from finding out whatever they can from you and selling that to other people to rob or enslave you. You must be careful.” “I will, I will!” Elim simply stared at him with a quirked eyebrow until he blushed but didn’t look away. He grinned at the flustered changeling and resumed their walk. “Just don’t get yourself killed, or worse. That’s all I’m saying.” “Are saying you care what happens to me Elim?” S’lann asked, his voice odd. “I think,” he started to say and then thought differently, “that it would be a shame to lose the one of us that might be able to get into settlements and buy us butter and cheese and tea pots and such.” “That’s what I thought,” S’lann grumbled, making Elim grin unseen. They continued on the rest of their walk in silence. At the edge of the forest Elim gestured to the city they could just see in the distance through the haze of dust. Farms and dirt roads south of them dotted the landscape, goats and sheep and cattle in the fields not dominated by green growing things in neat rows. “That road seems to go straight to the city.” He gestured to the west, “If you go around that way, down that road, I believe it joins onto the western road.” “Alright,” S’lann scuffed his booted foot, “I guess I’ll see you later.” “I will wait here until you return but if you have not returned by mid-day tomorrow,” he gestured back the way they had come, “I’m siccing Adama on you.” He grinned at the joke making a ghastly effect out of it. “’Midday tomorrow,” S’lann replied with a gulp, “’got it.” “Good,” Elim responded and then vanished into the underbrush. “Slann spent a moment searching for him with his eyes and ears and finding nothing, shrugged, hefted his pack and headed down the dusty road and to the city beyond. Elim watched him go from his vantage point in the tree. “Carefully go, little one, carefully go.” [/QUOTE]
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