City of Orussus, The Red Dragon Inn VIII

[Rystil Arden]

"Well, sometimes, when you don't know for sure, you can't change it or indoor it, just worry first, but then try to change it later."

 

[Bront]

"Is it?" Michael asks mildly.
"If you worry about a thing, you are worrying about it. If you can change the thing, why not act to change it?"
Michael sips his tea and examines his rock.
"If you cannot change the thing, why not prepare to endure it?"

"Being cautious and worrying needlessly are quite different my friend." Vanitri says. "This little one is not quick to trust strange adults, and that is wise of her, how ever good intended we might be."

 

[ajanders]

"Being cautious and worrying needlessly are quite different my friend." Vanitri says. "This little one is not quick to trust strange adults, and that is wise of her, how ever good intended we might be."

"Indeed. Your own heart is always your best guide."
Michael sips his cocoa.
"Of course, if I advise you to listen to your own heart and you take my advice, you aren't listening to your own heart."
Michael purses his lips and furrows his brow in mock deep thought towards Laynie.
"It's all very confusing, isn't it?"
He relaxes his face into its normal shape.
"And that assumes I'm giving you good advice, which I may not be. Consider this --"
He leans back in his chair, looks at Rosalynn, and pitches his voice to carry.
"Hey Ros! Priests of Sela never tell the truth! I should know, because I am one! Do you believe me?"

 

[Rystil Arden]

"She can't answer cuz there is no answer...Mommy told me that story. She also told me one where you can answer. There's a cleric and a druid and a wizard and they get tied up by barbarians and have a color go on their head by the barbarians, and each one doesn't know what color is on their own head but they see the other ones. So the wizard looks and sees that the cleric and druid have green colors on their head. And the barbarian king guy says you raise your hand if you see anybody with green, so they all raise their hand. Then they tell the cleric that if he can tell them for sure what color is on his own head they will let him go or else if he gets it wrong they'll kill him and he says he can't be sure. Then the same thing with the druid. But the wizard confidently says he has green on his head and he's right, so he goes free. Know why?"

 

[ajanders]

"She can't answer cuz there is no answer...Mommy told me that story. She also told me one where you can answer. There's a cleric and a druid and a wizard and they get tied up by barbarians and have a color go on their head by the barbarians, and each one doesn't know what color is on their own head but they see the other ones. So the wizard looks and sees that the cleric and druid have green colors on their head. And the barbarian king guy says you raise your hand if you see anybody with green, so they all raise their hand. Then they tell the cleric that if he can tell them for sure what color is on his own head they will let him go or else if he gets it wrong they'll kill him and he says he can't be sure. Then the same thing with the druid. But the wizard confidently says he has green on his head and he's right, so he goes free. Know why?"

Michael looks conspiratorial.
"Ssssh. I'm hoping she'll think about it for a little bit."

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Oh, I see--you want to see if you can trick her a little bit?"

 

[Bront]

"Oh, that's a cute riddle," Vanitri says. "The Wizard is confident because the other two weren't. If the Wizard had a color other than green, the other two would have been able to figure out that they had green on their heads, therefore he must have green on his heads. Tricky, because it relies on the wizard assuming the others are intellegent enough to figure that bit out, but if he assumes they are, what's he got to loose?"

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Yup. That's the right answer. Mommy said you have to think about stuff like that all the time to be a Wizard, except instead of being in a story like that, for a Wizard, the riddles are metal fiscal."

 

[B4cchus]

A battered Orc enteres the inn. He nods at the poeple present and takes a seat at the bar. He drops a backpack and a small pile of weapons next to him. Could a thirsty Orc get a nice large ale?

 

[rln]

A well-armed halfling enters the Red dragon (again). Seeing there's a lot of people he hasn't seen before, he speaks up: "Ogrin here, looking for a lucrative job. I'm skilled in discreet inquiries and can keep my head in battle, should it be needed."

Ogrin climbs up on a bar chair next to the orcish fellow and orders an ale. "So Joe, what do you have against this Maleck fellow anyway?"

OOC: Last message is for Bront