(Casual D&D IV) A Knight for a Pawn

[doghead]

Xiao scratches his chin, furrows his brow and fiddles with the corner of his scarf as he tries to work out the answer to Nurthk's question. Its only when he spots the slightly bemused expression of his companion's faces does Xiao realise an answer was not really being sought.

Xiao nods, trying to look like he knew that all along. Realising its not going to work, he decides to help Raven keep watch.

"Xiao will help Raven keep watch now."

 

[Guilt Puppy]

Scanning around the area, Raven and Xiao come shortly to the same conclusion: While the trees and brush are sparse, found mostly to the south side of the path, away from the sea, there are more than enough small ridges and pockets in the rock among them to provide concealment for watchers. None present now, it would seem, but somewhere earlier on the path? They could have gone unnoticed.

And then, of course, there is the possibility of magic to consider. But a skilled scout or sentry, hunkered down well somewhere, could have gotten the job done as well as any crystal ball.

 

[dpdx]

Hiritus chuckles. Saluting around him to whichever sentries might be hiding in the brush, he dons the scarf.

Fendric also dons the scarf. Keeping the jewelry and gold from the left pouch in Vespers' saddlebag with the letters for Tourne, and his own share of the food in the other, Fendric skips the salute. A look of frustration flashes across his face, but it quickly passes.

"Has everyone given thought to what they plan to do after these deliveries have concluded?"

 

[doghead]

Xiao Yu, male human monk

Xiao pauses to consider Fendric's question. Probably he would go and seek out Shava and help her in her quest to ... well, he's not sure really. There are some bad people, and Shava has gone to fight them. Beyond that Xiao is a little hazy. But that's all right; its a reason to keep travelling, which is all he really wants. And some of the others seem to be planning to do the same.

Putting together the necessary words, he gives his answer to Fendric.

thotd

 

[Guilt Puppy]

Before many can respond to Fendric's query, a young man far out among the rocks stand in response to Hiritus' salute, waving back wide. His dress is motley and well-worn, but too heavy to be called tattered: It appears to be a rather functional assemblage built over time from a miscellany of options. He breaks into a job, the yellow scarf which he wears as a sort of wide headband trailing out behind him.

"Greetings!" he calls on the move. When he is close enough that he need not shout, he introduces himself in a firm voice: "My name is Redrick. Full days to you."

Knowledge: Geography, Diplomacy, Bardic Knowledge, or anything along those lines, DC 12: [sblock]The phrase "full days" is a well-wishing generally local to the kingdom of Malita. The customary response would involve the phrase "easy nights."[/sblock]

 

[Festy_Dog]

Nurthk puts his bow away, nodding in acknowledgement of Redrick.

"And easy nights to you Redrick. I am Nurthk," he says as he puts on one of the scarves and packs his share of rations away, "I'm curious as to what inspires this kindness."

ooc: Knowledge (geography) 28

 

[doghead]

Xiao yu, male human monk

Xiao bows to the newcomer.

"And you knew how we are coming this way," he adds with a big smile.

 

[Guilt Puppy]

"Yea, we keep a good watch," Redrick says, smiling a bit proudly, in answer to Xiao's question. Turning to Nurthk: "We're mostly men of Pelor, do note. It's not often we get chance to make a tithe."

 

[dpdx]

The group's men of Pelor take ample note at Redrick's appearance, bowing to the man in gratitude and acknowledgement.

"The Radiant Light most certainly Shines upon your soul, young man, and those of your congregation. And we certainly thank you, humble souls of the Light that we are, for your kind gesture and words of wisdom.

I am Brother Fendric, of the Temple of Pelor in Hedrogura. This is my sworn companion, Sir Hiritus of Bethel. Perhaps you could tell us, good sir, at what distance from here the yellow scarves become crucially important? I take it that this would mark the border with Tourne, as well."

 

[Guilt Puppy]

"Perhaps you could tell us, good sir, at what distance from here the yellow scarves become crucially important? I take it that this would mark the border with Tourne, as well."

Redrick grins, looking a bit taken aback at the same time. "Nay, not to what they'd call their border yet, though you're close. I'd recommend taking the scarves off then, to be safest... I don't think they know our signia, but can't be certain soon enough. For now you're in Malita, by border-writ, but more importantly... well, let's just say this is a stretch we watch over carefully, and it would be awfully embarrassing if you saw trouble from us for sake of some comrade overlooking or not respecting your symbol."

He smiles away the vaguely sinister implications of this last bit, and continues on.

"Are you headed to Tourne, then? What's your business there, if I could ask?"