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<blockquote data-quote="arwink" data-source="post: 719210" data-attributes="member: 2292">Thursday, August 24th, 508 AF, continued Geoffrey, Halgo and Blarth hear the old ladies scream as they the approach the hut.&nbsp; It's followed by a soft thud, and they immediately sprint to the cottage's rear.&nbsp; THey find the elderly woman throwing half-stuffed packs at an increasingly irate Yip, who dodges back and forth while he snarls.&quot;Stop it,&quot; Geoffrey orders, and Yip scurries quietly to his side.&nbsp; His tail is swishing back and forth angrily, and he glares at the elderly woman.&quot;He won't hurt you,&quot; Geoffrey tells the elderly woman.&nbsp; &quot;He's bound to my church.&quot;The lady grunts, then hurries to start picking up the scattered packs.&nbsp; She pays little attention to her visitors.&quot;You're Utrish, aren't you?&quot; Halgo asks.&nbsp; &quot;The Seer?&quot;&quot;No,&quot; the woman barks. &quot;Are you sure?&quot;&quot;Of course I'm sure, do you think I don't know who I am?&quot;Yip nudges Halgo and Geoffrey, hearing the slight quaver in the woman's voice.&nbsp; She starts stuffing the packs on her mules, then pauses to glare at the four visitors.&quot;What do you want?&quot; she demands.&quot;You going somewhere?&quot; Geoffrey asks blandly.&quot;No, of course not.&quot;&nbsp; She rolls her eyes.&nbsp; &quot;Blarth think you going somewhere.&quot;Everyone stares at the half-orc, slightly dumfounded.&quot;Idiots,&quot; the woman mutters under her breath.&quot;We just want to talk to you,&quot; Geoffrey says.&nbsp; &quot;We need your help.&quot;&quot;Help?&nbsp; Nobody here needs help.&nbsp; All the towns troubles will be over in a week.&nbsp; Everything will be fine.&quot;&quot;Because they'll be dead?&quot; Halgo asks.&quot;What makes you say that?&quot; the woman asks.&quot;Well, the hurridly packed mule is a big clue,&quot; he shrugs.The woman snarls at him.&nbsp; ANgry gazes are exchanged on both sides.&quot;Okay, I'm Utrish,&quot; the woman says angrily.&nbsp; &quot;Yes, I'm leaving.&nbsp; Nobodies going to die, I've just got to leave town.&nbsp; A sick sister in Petrev, you know how it is.&quot;&quot;Is it that urgent you can't answer any questions?&quot; Geoffrey asks.&quot;Of course it is,&quot; Utrish snaps.&quot;Because everyone's going to die,&quot; Halgo mutters under his breath.&nbsp; Geoffrey scowls at him.&quot;Listen,&quot; Utrish snarls.&nbsp; &quot;I don't have time for this.&nbsp; Here's the deal, I'll sell you the last of my potion stocks if you let me go.&nbsp; Now.&quot;&quot;Sell?&quot; Geoffrey asks.&quot;Fine, I'll give it to you.&nbsp; Here,&quot; she rummages in a pack and removes three vials.&quot;What are they?&quot; Geoffrey asks.&quot;A potion of healing, a potion of charisma and a love potion.&quot;&quot;A love potion?&quot; Geoffrey asks, amused.&nbsp; &quot;What in hell are we going to do with a love potion?&quot;Utrish stares pointedly at blarth and raises her eyebrow.&quot;If you take them, I leave.&nbsp; Now,&quot; she demands.&nbsp; Geoffrey shrugs and takes them. &quot;Fine then,&quot; he says.&nbsp; THey watch the woman lead her mule towards the road.&nbsp; As she walks away, Blarth shouts &quot;Can Blarth have your cottage?&quot;&quot;Take what you want,&quot; she shouts back.&nbsp; &quot;I'm not coming back.&quot;Geoffrey and Halgo exchange glances.&nbsp; &quot;I'd say a week sounds right,&quot; Halgo says.&nbsp; Geoffrey starts muttering quietly about provincial mayors and their faith in seers instead of faith and steel.&nbsp; Then they hear the sound of blarth punching in the cottage's ricketty door.&quot;Cool,&quot; comes the cry from inside.&nbsp; &quot;Blarth got new home.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="arwink, post: 719210, member: 2292"] [i]Thursday, August 24th, 508 AF, continued [/i] Geoffrey, Halgo and Blarth hear the old ladies scream as they the approach the hut. It's followed by a soft thud, and they immediately sprint to the cottage's rear. THey find the elderly woman throwing half-stuffed packs at an increasingly irate Yip, who dodges back and forth while he snarls. "Stop it," Geoffrey orders, and Yip scurries quietly to his side. His tail is swishing back and forth angrily, and he glares at the elderly woman. "He won't hurt you," Geoffrey tells the elderly woman. "He's bound to my church." The lady grunts, then hurries to start picking up the scattered packs. She pays little attention to her visitors. "You're Utrish, aren't you?" Halgo asks. "The Seer?" "No," the woman barks. "Are you sure?" "Of course I'm sure, do you think I don't know who I am?" Yip nudges Halgo and Geoffrey, hearing the slight quaver in the woman's voice. She starts stuffing the packs on her mules, then pauses to glare at the four visitors. "What do you want?" she demands. "You going somewhere?" Geoffrey asks blandly. "No, of course not." She rolls her eyes. "Blarth think you going somewhere." Everyone stares at the half-orc, slightly dumfounded. "Idiots," the woman mutters under her breath. "We just want to talk to you," Geoffrey says. "We need your help." "Help? Nobody here needs help. All the towns troubles will be over in a week. Everything will be fine." "Because they'll be dead?" Halgo asks. "What makes you say that?" the woman asks. "Well, the hurridly packed mule is a big clue," he shrugs. The woman snarls at him. ANgry gazes are exchanged on both sides. "Okay, I'm Utrish," the woman says angrily. "Yes, I'm leaving. Nobodies going to die, I've just got to leave town. A sick sister in Petrev, you know how it is." "Is it that urgent you can't answer any questions?" Geoffrey asks. "Of course it is," Utrish snaps. "Because everyone's going to die," Halgo mutters under his breath. Geoffrey scowls at him. "Listen," Utrish snarls. "I don't have time for this. Here's the deal, I'll sell you the last of my potion stocks if you let me go. Now." "Sell?" Geoffrey asks. "Fine, I'll give it to you. Here," she rummages in a pack and removes three vials. "What are they?" Geoffrey asks. "A potion of healing, a potion of charisma and a love potion." "A love potion?" Geoffrey asks, amused. "What in hell are we going to do with a love potion?" Utrish stares pointedly at blarth and raises her eyebrow. "If you take them, I leave. Now," she demands. Geoffrey shrugs and takes them. "Fine then," he says. THey watch the woman lead her mule towards the road. As she walks away, Blarth shouts "Can Blarth have your cottage?" "Take what you want," she shouts back. "I'm not coming back." Geoffrey and Halgo exchange glances. "I'd say a week sounds right," Halgo says. Geoffrey starts muttering quietly about provincial mayors and their faith in seers instead of faith and steel. Then they hear the sound of blarth punching in the cottage's ricketty door. "Cool," comes the cry from inside. "Blarth got new home." [/QUOTE]

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