Iron Sky
Procedurally Generated
The woman looks at Shamus. "Stole cows you say? Was that all they did? Sounds a little tame for Rhagast, but it's the closest thing I've found to a lead in this town. I will investigate this raid if you will permit me to come. Even if it isn't Rhagast's Raiders that committed it, it is my pleasure to see any who would call themselves raiders or brigands die in screaming agony.
Her eye glitters like an ember and any trace of smile vanishes. It might just be the light, but it seems like pale yellow-white flames flicker between her fingers.
Her slight smile returns as she turns to Kauldron. "Let's just say that I have some personal business to resolve with a certain raider and his band.
She turns to the drow, withdrawing her hand and patting him on the cheek a couple times - though whether the gesture is intended to be friendly or demeaning seems to be left purposely ambiguous. Quite a name you have there Damen. Would that be of the Talenbanerans, the Founders? I must admit it has been some time since I've heard someone refer to me as a "beauty." Radiant I sometimes get, but that's for an all-together different reason.
Her smile twitches slightly then fades in an instant. She looks around at the tavern and raises her voice. If anyone comes across any information on a certain raider named Rhaghast and his band, have it left here for Phoenix. I'll be stop back in here from time to time to check and reward you with coin if your information leads me closer to him.
As she does so, her gaze stops at Tarkus and squints slightly at him. "You there, I don't suppose you'd be the Tarkus the Crusader? Also known as Tarkus the Orator? Rumors have you a living sacrifice by the high priests of Ea. I guess the rumors are somewhat less than substantial."
Her eye glitters like an ember and any trace of smile vanishes. It might just be the light, but it seems like pale yellow-white flames flicker between her fingers.
Her slight smile returns as she turns to Kauldron. "Let's just say that I have some personal business to resolve with a certain raider and his band.
She turns to the drow, withdrawing her hand and patting him on the cheek a couple times - though whether the gesture is intended to be friendly or demeaning seems to be left purposely ambiguous. Quite a name you have there Damen. Would that be of the Talenbanerans, the Founders? I must admit it has been some time since I've heard someone refer to me as a "beauty." Radiant I sometimes get, but that's for an all-together different reason.
Her smile twitches slightly then fades in an instant. She looks around at the tavern and raises her voice. If anyone comes across any information on a certain raider named Rhaghast and his band, have it left here for Phoenix. I'll be stop back in here from time to time to check and reward you with coin if your information leads me closer to him.
As she does so, her gaze stops at Tarkus and squints slightly at him. "You there, I don't suppose you'd be the Tarkus the Crusader? Also known as Tarkus the Orator? Rumors have you a living sacrifice by the high priests of Ea. I guess the rumors are somewhat less than substantial."
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