River Song
Explorer
Gods above, what manner of creatures has the Duke sent to aid us?, Torban thought to himself. It's downright shameful to ask these outsiders for help we could provide on our own. Who knows what foreign ways they bring, and what agendas they really have.
Torban stands up to his full height and stares at Praeden Veeth. In a deep baritone voice, he says "As I have said before, I do not share your fear of the barrows, and would gladly lead the way to them. Someone must represent the town on this mission."
Vintar nods in what he fervently hopes is a sage fashion, the idea of going off by himself with Torban was not something he relished.
Placing a comforting hand on the big mans shoulder he speaks in quiet tones.
"Whilst I agree with Torban here and hold no fear of the barrows, we must be prudent to bring sufficient resources to the battle to remove the threat, not add to it." pausing to appear to be considering the moment carefully.
"If aid is being sent, let us show them what can be done. But I would insist that someone from our village lead the battle, as they are helping us and I think no-one better than our brave Torban here."
Waving his hand in a hopefully religious looking way, "Yes, I believe that approach would be favoured."
In a quiet voice, so as not to distract from the gravity of the introductions in this sacred place, Quickleaf arches his brow and leans over to Dydan, "Names, like appearances, can be deceiving, Dydan. The human Sovereign trusted you and your brother, didn't he?" Quickleaf smiles wryly. Either the other drow's enchantment is working on him, or he genuinely is naive enough not to hold his subterranean cousins in contempt. "Your people might choose names to inspire fear because it is all they understand, but the forest elves paint with a whole palette of emotions. Our naming ceremonies are beautiful things. I'll tell you all about it over elfwine on the road."
