City of Orussus, The Red Dragon Inn VIII

[LogicsFate]

Mearran hops off the stool and moves over to the girl "That's awful!" Mearran takes the girl by the sholdersa nd moves her over to one of the samller races chairs to sit her down, and comfort her "Laynie." tone suffused with as much compassion as possible

Mearran motions for the accual dog to come over

 

[Rystil Arden]

*Laynie clutches her arms around Mearran's waist and continues to sob into the katara's chest.*

"It was so scary...It makes me cry over and over whenever I see any other doggies, because I just want my doggie back...he was gentle and kind and he protected me, and now he's gone forever, just like Mommy and Daddy...."

 

[LogicsFate]

Mearran uses a little empathy to get the point across to the dog, who lumbers out of sight, sadly "Don't worry Lydia, I'm here and I'm not going away" Mearran will stand with her a bit till she's ready to sit down, then order her some water and sit with her

 

[Rystil Arden]

"I'm not Lydia--I'm Laynie," the little girl cries in dismay, still saddened by the sight of the dog.

 

[LogicsFate]

Mearran flinches, unsure where Lydia came from, "Of course Laynie" Keeps standing and motions dog the rest of the way out of sight "Did doggie have a name?"

 

[Rystil Arden]

"I just called him Doggie," Laynie explains through her tears, "He was my bestest friend, and my only friend for so long until the mean old Scun killed him."

 

[Keia]

Thurgan Hammer, Dwarven Craftsman

*Thurgan observed the standard practice of the dwarves . . . silence when dealing with children. He watched on, though he drank from his mug of dwarven ale regularly.

"Err...Tha girl had a monster fer a pet tha' took care a' her, and it was knocked senseless while takin' a hit to save one of me mates, so they decided ta kill it."

*In Dwarven*[sblock] "A monster, what waz it?" Thurgan asked the dwarf. "And the 'they' was t'orcs, right?"[/sblock]

 

[Rystil Arden]

*Dagummit replies in dwarven.*
[SBLOCK]
" 'Twas a big grey thin'--I dinnae know what it's called...Tha ones tha killed her doggie was the others wit' me, na tha orcs at all...Well, a half-orc cleric a Mongrel named Scun, but he was with us. Some of 'em wanted ta save it, even tha ranger who trains 'specially ta hunt tha type of beast, but they killed 'im anyway..."
[/SBLOCK]

 

[Keia]

Thurgan Hammer, Dwarven Craftsman

Thurgan shook his head and replied in common, "What er mess, Dagummit's next ale 's on me, Joe!"

*Thurgan raised his mug to Dagummit's tale, then drank, sorting out the details in the meantime.*

 

[LogicsFate]

Mearran flounders a bit, not quite ready to deal with others' problems yet "There, There" Giving her a few minutes to cry while thinking about the next statement to make