B6: The Veiled Society - IC

Rezak resists the urge to put in his on thoughts, but he agrees with the group it is time to go. "Whats sayn' ye be ables ta keeps me name out oh what's happened," he asks his friends. "Just nay wantn' anyones tinking I'ms ah hero," he adds seriously.
 

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Kynar sighed. It was apparent he was going to be the bad guy no matter what he did. He decided it must be what he gets for attempting to be something other than a mindless thug.

"My upbringing was hardly deprived. I was raised to avoid theft. I helped rescue you from slavery, and you become angry when I wish you avoid breaking laws? I hope you aren't this thankful with all of your saviours..." At Celythia's remark, he shot her an angry glance. "Do you enjoy slandering me? I do not want them to steal. I did not say I would deny them food. I will pay for their meals." To Barek, he replied. "Barek, when food is but a short walk away, I would hope the men had the fortitude to stave their need to enjoy a meal under legal circumstances. As to the unbinding, I cannot fight a demon with a dagger, and that is what the goodwife said I was to face. Had I known it was not a demon, I would not have bothered unbinding my weapons..."


 

Celythia returns Kynar's angry look with a stern glare of her own. "I do not enjoy slandering you, but I will continue to do so until you start acting like an elf. You can start by showing these men a bit of sympathy. They have been enslaved and forced into labor, and certainly not well-fed. For them to eat an apple that Goodwide Thanato will likely not even miss is certainly no crime. And to threaten force against them for doing so? You act like an orcish thug, and sully the reputation of our kind." With that, she turns back to the men they had freed. "Come along. Let us not tarry here. The inn is not far."
 

"An orcish thug? You must have met some rather cosmopolitan Orcs. The ones I've met would have JOINED the slavers for the coin!" Kynar sighed. "Will someone bind my weapon so that it will not appear as if I used it?"
 

Barek Fhald, half-orc bard

"An orcish thug? You must have met some rather cosmopolitan Orcs. The ones I've met would have JOINED the slavers for the coin!"


Barek raises his thick brow at the exchange.

"I like to think you all know a fairly cosmopolitan half orc," the bard offers, tilting his head to one side and smiling to reveal his small but obvious fangs.

"But debates on which laws are worth breaking aside, I think it's time we got these men to safety and let the goodwife know she's not haunted. Might to do see if we can't figure out where that second cellar connected, as well, to warn its owner."
 

"I like to think you all know a fairly cosmopolitan half orc,"

"Of course, Barek. I was speaking of fullblooded Orcs, which Celythia characterized me as." After this he stopped speaking, simply looking at his scabbards to see if they were tied so he could exit the house without being arrested.
 

After you clean off and bind your weapons, you head out and return to the inn where Goodwife Thanato and the innkeeper are waiting.

The old woman seems to be calm now. She looks with great surprise at the three new men you bring with you, who are now wearing her robes.

"Oh my!" she exclaims. "Don't tell me these are the demons?"

The innkeeper's daughter approaches to hear the story. In the far corner the snoring traveller still sleeps.
 

Caridoc waits a couple of minutes to see if anyone is going to tell the story. When no-one speaks up, he looks pointedly at Barek and breaks the silence by saying "Barek is our bard, so he is the best person to tell the tale.
 

Rezak rolls his eyes and shakes his head. "Nay 'nother long winded oratory please," he mutters walking towards the bar.
 


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