A Caravan to Ein Arris

[stonegod]

Still in line, Damien's eyes narrow ever so slightly at the large man's "sudden" sleepiness. He keeps an eye on the elf as he disappears, then goes back to his impatiently waiting.

OOC: Did Damein notice anything potentially magical going on (a silent, still sleep spell going on?)

 

[Kafkonia]

"Some people can't hold their liquor, hey? Haw haw."

The line moves slowly forward, and just as Damien begins to doubt that he will every reach the front he finds that he is facing a stern human woman at the booth.

"Here for translation, then?" she asks, eyeing him warily. Then, in Draconic, she asks, "You don't rely on magic, do you? We need translators who can actually speak the languages."

After getting her answer, she asks several more questions, waiting for a response and then changing language between each one. "What makes you think you would be a good member of the caravan? Are you familiar with the cultures or just the languages? Do you have any other skills?"

[SBLOCK=stonegod]
Without ranks in Spellcraft, I'm afraid Damien didn't get a roll to see if a spell had been cast. It's entirely possible that the large fellow may just be narcoleptic.
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[PhoenixAsh]

“The heat and the waiting is enough to make even a holy man impatient and temperamental, it would seem, though the provocation of alcohol and barbs about the man’s faith would hardly help,” Malinda remarks mildly.

She smiles at the kobold, “Please forgive my interruption, but I should not linger. I have been instructed to audition at the entertainer’s booth, and it would not do to make our hosts wait. My gracious friend… forgive me, do you prefer Pasha?” she interrupts herself to ask of the goblin. “…has agreed to hear my audition. Though I make no claim upon this agreement, should he choose to break it.”

 

[nonamazing]

Pasha nods at Malinda. "Of course I will come with you, friend! And yes, please do call me Pasha. It is the informailty of comrades, yes?" He beams at her, then waves an arm at the healer's booth line while turning back to the kobold. "Now that the large one is gone, the line moves quicker, yes? Ah, surely you will be done here soon, so join us at the entertainer's booth," Pasha says, indicating the brown tent in the distance, "when you can. There we will have a chance to talk, yes? Good."

Pasha walks away with Malinda, cheerfully waving back to the kobold as he does so. A few paces away, once out of earshot, Pasha looks up at Malinda. "The kobold ...will be joining us on this journey, yes? Do you think so?"

 

[Kafkonia]

True to the goblin merchant's words, Kibek finds the line moves much faster now that the disturbance has been taken care of, and soon he is at the front of the line.

A very, very heavyset goblin -- don't call him fat -- stands within the booth, a crystalline sphere roughly the size of his head on the desk before him. "Please put hands on the ball, yes?" he says in heavily accented common. "It will sense the, ah, energy of healing. You see? Channel healing into the ball, please."

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Meanwhile, Malinda and Pasha bypass the long line of entertainers, which seems longer than any of the other lines in the Market.

"Oooh, a brown ribbon!" exclaims one of the men behind the desk, a pale elf with a shock of red hair atop his head. "Somebody's got a job with us already, doesn't she? Lucky girl! Trust me, you won't regret it -- these caravans are always exciting, and I've never seen one quite this size. And trust me, I've seen plenty of big ones in my day." He winks and extends his hand. "I'm Nivram."

 

[fenixdown]

Kibek, busy worrying about his chances of being selected and not expecting to move so quickly, nearly doesn't notice that he's reached the front of the line. Hearing the goblin's voice, he looks up.
"Hm? Ah, yes, of course." He places both hands, closing his eyes and praying to his Mother to grant him power.

 

[Kafkonia]

[SBLOCK=fenixdown]
Are you casting a healing spell?[/SBLOCK]

 

[fenixdown]

[sblock=Kafkonia]Er, yes, Cure Light Wounds.

Edit: answered my own question[/sblock]

 

[stonegod]

After getting her answer, she asks several more questions, waiting for a response and then changing language between each one. "What makes you think you would be a good member of the caravan? Are you familiar with the cultures or just the languages? Do you have any other skills?"

Damien makes a dashing bow. "I have many talents. I have heard may tales of the land, though I am no bard, and my mastery of magics provides an exciting diversion. Bedazzle, charm, while-away the ours, such talents I possess."

 

[PhoenixAsh]

Malinda glances back over her shoulder at the kobold as she and Pasha proceed down the line towards the entertainer’s booth. “He seems of reasonable temperament. I am not a practiced judge of healing ability, nor did I have the chance to witness any he might have, but I see no reason that he would not find success in his interview.”

She looks back down at Pasha and smiles, “If all his competition is like the large man – drunk and temperamental, I would rate his chances as excellent. But surely you are close in Halmaro’s councils, what do you think, will he meet success?”

Meanwhile, Malinda and Pasha bypass the long line of entertainers, which seems longer than any of the other lines in the Market.

"Oooh, a brown ribbon!" exclaims one of the men behind the desk, a pale elf with a shock of red hair atop his head. "Somebody's got a job with us already, doesn't she? Lucky girl! Trust me, you won't regret it -- these caravans are always exciting, and I've never seen one quite this size. And trust me, I've seen plenty of big ones in my day." He winks and extends his hand. "I'm Nivram."

“Malinda,” she lays her hand upon his delicately. “So exciting and so romantic, traveling through the dangers of the desert to marry one’s prince. How much the better that Lady Kira’s prince is an actual Prince!” She laughs gently, stealing a backwards glance at the extensive line for entertainers. “Undoubtedly that is why such a breadth of entertainers have come, it is an event that will make the history books and perhaps the story books as well.” She meets his eyes again with a soft smile, “An… irresistible lure to the heart of a performer.”