drnuncheon's Freeport Story Hour - Book II: Inheritance

[drnuncheon]

Session Twenty: Servants of the Dragon God

Dru looked out over the group of Tanaroans. The day was blisteringly hot - so hot that she had stripped off her shirt, leaving only a band of cloth to hold her breasts in place. Sweat beaded on her skin, darkened by the sun and lightened by scars - the most recent dotted in a line crossing her chest below the collarbone, a relic of the dragon's fangs.

"All right, let's try it again!" she shouted. The Tanaroans couldn't understand her, but it made her feel better.

She snapped her spear up into a guard position, and the villagers followed suit.

"They'll never be ready in time," Dru reported to Di'Fier. "Not if what the Zombi Master told us is right. It'll be a massacre."

Di'Fier thought back to Burowao's Zombi Master, and the spell he had cast to look upon the enemies of the villages. "Ten canoes," he had said, "and ten men in each." If his spell was correct, they had sailed yesterday, and would be here in two more. The Tanaroans outnumbered the raiders greatly, but the raiders had training, and they had steel weapons.

"I think we need an alternate plan," he said, running the coarse cloth over the length of his blade. "If they've sent fifty men, there can't be that many left at their camp. We could go in and free their captives while they're all gone."

Dru frowned. "What about Tanaroa? And the other villages?"

"They won't find anything if they land at Panitube," Di'Fier mused. "And if they sail up the coast and find Tanaroa deserted as well..."

"It may spook them," Dru nodded slowly in agreement. "It will certainly delay them either way." She glanced around the village. "With all of their leaders dead or gone, this won't be easy to organize. I hope the Council of Matriarchs makes their decision soon."

Di'Fier nodded. "Let's go talk to Burowao's Zombi Master. He hasn't left yet, and they should listen to him."

They left that night, on outriggers pushed silently before the wind, swinging south to avoid the current that even now carried the raiders towards the villages.

"I hope we are doing the right thing," Dru muttered as the Tanaroan warriors climbed aboard. "I feel bad leaving them practically defenseless."

"They won't be there to be attacked," Di'Fier reminded her. "The raiders will just find an empty village. And they've never gone inland before. Hopefully those curse-sticks the Zombi Master set up will frighten them off. Even if they don't understand them, they're pretty unsettling to look at."

Dru glanced over at the other canoe, where Benares and Shesara rode in the company of more Tanaroans. She hoped there would be enough space in the canoes to ferry the captives back.

Night of the third day at sea. A hand shook Di'Fier awake. "What is it?" he asked blearily.

"Land ho," muttered Dru. "I tried to tell them to find us a beach out of sight of the pirate camp. I think they understood me."

"Good thinking," Di'Fier said. He muttered some arcane syllables, his thumb rubbing across a piece of leather, summoning protective energy to surround him. "We can cross over the land and get an idea of the layout of the camp."

In minutes, the two canoes had been beached, and Benares and Shesara had joined them. Dru turned to the others. "Stay here," she said, gesturing to the ground. "We'll be back."

They set off into the jungle, creeping through, always keeping the glimmer of moonlight on the water barely visible through the trees. "I can see a watchtower," Shesara said.

"Looks like they have a wall of some kind. I'm going to check it out." Dru crept closer a bit, then returned. "Thornbushes. It'll take a while to get through it, but if we go around those towers will see us."

"We'll have to go through, and hope we aren't spotted," said Di'Fier.

"I believe I can handle that." Shesara raised a hand, singing softly to herself, and the foursome slowly faded from sight.

"Erik. The mead." The red-haired warrior waved a hand from where he lay in the prow of the shattered ship, underneath the dragon figurehead. The sandy cave where the remains of the ship were stored was lit only by a couple of flickering torches.

"You come get it. I'm comfortable." The blonde scratched at his beard. "Damn Sigmund for leaving us behind. Just because we-what was that?"

The redhead sat up. "What was what?"

His companion stared at the sand...and the bootprint that had appeared where no foot had fallen. He opened his mouth to reply, but made no sound: instead, blood trickled forth, and he collapsed. Behind him a figure coalesced from the darkness.

"Alfar!" he shouted, diving forward just as an invisible blade slammed into the seat where he lay. He spun and swung, but his own sword was turned aside as it neared the new attacker's skin. He struggled for a better grip on his sword, but more people kept appearing from out of the air. A quarterstaff lodged in his solar plexus, knocking him to his knees, and a slender blade ended his life.

Shouts came from outside as the guard toppled, and Dru flicked the blood from her sword with a snarl. She began heading for the mouth of the cave, but Di'Fier's hand stopped her. He muttered the words to a spell, and once again she faded from sight.

She crept to the front of the cave, turned. "They're coming down from the towers," she said. "Heading for the cave. Looks like they're leaving people up there as well, though." Sand was swept in a circle under her invisible foot as she turned and exited the cave.

Di'Fier turned to the others. "You heard her, let's be ready for them."

"It was a battle to sing about," the Tanaroan warrior told his fellow villagers. "They are truly a gift from the gods. They struck down those guarding the camp like lightning from a sky, and freed those that had been enslaved."

"It is good that the women have come back." The voice of the Zombi Master made the villagers jump, as they turned to see his skull-tattooed face. "And if the children are as strong as those who fathered them, then perhaps their gods will smile upon us too."

The villagers nodded happily. One could never have the favor of too many gods.

"But what of the heros?" one youngster asked. "Did they return to their home?"

"No. They have stayed behind. They plan to destroy the raiders when they return."

The young man's eyes nearly started from his skull. "But there are only four of them, and more than ten times that many raiders! They will be slaughtered!"

In response, the warrior looked to the dragon-skull that had been placed in front of the visitor's hut. "I am not so sure..."

 

[Horacio]

A cliffhanger once more, cool

 

[Drusilia Nailo]

Hello, all! DrN asked me to make the next update, since I had the day off and he has been a little busy of late. I know that my style is somewhat different from his, but I hope that you enjoy it all the same!


The raven soared through the sky, high above the approaching longboats. It was unnoticed by them. Four sails, boss, the bird thought to its wizard, who was back on shore.

Di'Fier looked up from his spell book, with a suddenness that made the others look at him sharply. "They're coming," he said.

Instantly the four of them sprang into action. Dru and Shesara swarmed up the side of the watchtower where the arrows and pitch were hidden. Di'Fier began chanting, and when he was finished, Benares disappeared. "Remember," he said to his now invisible companion, "Don't confront them. Just steal their boats, or disable them." He turned, and then followed Dru and Shesara up into the watchtower.

Dru had her bow ready, and was glaring out at the water. "I wonder if the straw dummies in the other towers are going to fool them," she muttered, watching them approach.

"Hmm," said Di'Fier, as he too watched their enemies start to get out of the boats. "The big one doesn't seem to splash in the water when he walks."

Dru sniffed disdainfully. "Magic of some sort, I'm sure. There's got to be fifty of them there," she added, a worried note creeping into her voice.

The three of them leaned down, waiting. Di'Fier began to quietly chant, his eyes fixed on the stretch of beach not yet filled with pirates.

The pirates began to mutter amongst themselves, looking at the silent camp. The biggest one, clearly the leader, looked towards the tower that the three were in, and began pointing towards it excitedly. He started to rush towards it.

Just then, several things happened. The air around the part of the beach that Di'Fier was staring at began to shimmer, and a dire crocodile stepped out of nothingness. It lunged towards one of the startled pirates, who shrieked in very unwarriorlike surprise and terror.

Dru narrowed her eyes, dipping an arrow into the burning pitch, and aimed her bow, not at the pirates, but at one of their boats. It caught on fire dutifully, and she smiled in satisfaction.

Shesara shot a flaming arrow at the charging leader, hitting him and catching his clothes on fire. Shortly afterward, Dru sent two more into him. "Ha," she muttered, pleased.

There was more chanting from Di'Fier's side of the tower, and suddenly, a cloud of fog surrounded several of the pirates. Some of them did manage to stagger out of the fog, although the there was muffled cursing and gasping coming from all of them, as they doubled over on the beach. The large leader, was unfortunately not in sight any longer. He must still be in the cloud, thought Di'Fier.

The dire crocodile grabbed onto a pirate's leg with vicious teeth, and tore off the offending appendage. The man screamed, and died.

A volley of flaming arrows came out of the tower, dropping a half dozen of the pirates. The others, looking worried now, continued to advance upon the tower.

Di'Fier started chanting again, ducking out of view so that he didn't present a target. Let's see how they can handle a bear, he thought to himself.


Benares waded slowly through the water, trying to not make any more ripples than was strictly necessary. He heard the sounds of fighting on the beach, and looked back towards the camp worriedly. He hoped that his companions were able to defend themselves. They were good in a fight, but they were extremely outnumbered.

Grabbing the side of one of the boats, he began to drag it away. I have to save at least one of these, so that we can get back to Tanaroa, he thought to himself. Otherwise, knowing her, Dru might fire all of them. He looked back once more towards the beach to see a dire crocodile savaging yet another pirate, and another running around with his hair on fire, and shook his head in wry amusement. Our heroes fight dirty.

Dru sent one fire arrow after another into the pirates, dropping them one by one. When she heard the strange cacaphony of Di'Fier chanting and Shesara beginning to sing an elven song of valor, she grinned. They don't stand a chance, numbers or not.

There were sudden yells of fear coming from the cave, and then the angry roar of a bear.

Some of the pirates got close enough to the tower that they were able to throw axes up at the heroes. All of them missed. "Thanks for the ammo!" Dru beamed at them, and sent one hurling down at its former owner. The blade sunk deeply into the man's chest, making him stumble and fall to the ground.

The crocodile was lunging at now desperately fleeing pirates, biting at some, smacking others with its tail. It left behind it a wake of bodies. The pirates were beginning to get brave again, however, because some of them began to carefully approach the rampaging reptile, swords ready.

The cloud of vapor dissipated, revealing several nearly comatose pirates. The leader isn't there, thought Dru wildly. Where is he?

As if in answer to her unspoken question, the rope ladder was jerked downward at her feet. Smiling savagely, Dru dropped her bow, and pulled her rapier. She poised herself above the trap door, and exchanged nods with Di'Fier. They would wait.

There was another roar of enraged pain from the bear, and then there was silence.

Four throwing axes came over the sides of the tower again, but this time, their owners were more lucky. Two of sank into Di'Fier, and two into Shesara.

Shesara gasped, and ducked down out of sight. She began to chant over herself, causing some of her wounds to knit themselves closed.

There was a cheer of victory as some of the pirates were actually able to wound the crocodile, cut short by it getting in another bite on one of their number.

While they were waiting for the leader to make his ascent, Di'Fier began chanting. Thick webs appeared beneath the tower, trapping those pirates that were hiding beneath to escape the fire arrows.

The leader vaulted over the side of the tower, instead of coming up through the trapdoor. Dru blinked in momentary surprise, but recovered quickly. She leapt towards him, her rapier singing out twice, rapidly. Both times her blade struck true. Di'Fier stepped forward, and with a blade that steamed from frost hitting the humid tropical air, struck the leader in the chest.

Confused and surprised at quickly and seriously he had been injured, the pirate leader lunged towards Di'Fier blindly, striking out at nothing but air with his sword.

Shesara, singing, pulled her sword and thrust it through the leader's stomach. Dru moved in again, striking at him twice, though only hitting once. Di'Fier followed up with several bolts of magical energy, which struck him unerringly in the chest.

The leader, perhaps still unable to take the women seriously enough, struck out at Di'Fier, his blade finally hitting him. The action, however, was enough to make him drop from the exertion on his heavily abused body.

"Dammit," said Dru. "There's two arrows left." She snatched one up, and plunged it into the burning pitch. "Might as well use it" she grumbled, sending it towards one of the pirates, wounding him.

More bolts of magical energy flew from Di'Fier's fingertips, killing one more pirate and seriously wounding another.


Out in the water, Benares moved the boat out of sight. He started to move back to the shoreline, and when he got close enough, began to anxiously take stock of what had happened. There were pirate bodies strewn carelessly all over the camp. Only one pirate was still caught in the webbing, and was loudly protesting when his companions set fire to strands. He couldn't see the crocodile anymore, so it had probably been defeated. It seemed that there were only a few pirates left standing. We just might win this, he thought. And then he saw Dru balancing precariously on the railing of the watchtower. What is she doing?! And then he heard her battle cry, and saw her leap over the edge. His heart in his throat, he watched, and saw her land, feet first, onto one very surprised pirate. He crumbled under the sudden weight, and did not stir again. Dru half-rolled off of him, and moved out of the way of the other axes and swords.

He saw Di'Fier balancing on railing as well. The wizard then steadied himself, and sent several more magical bolts down into some of the enemy, before leaping down at them. He landed poorly, though, clearly hurting himself on the hard ground. Benares winced.


Shesara, upon seeing Di'Fier hurt himself, grabbed onto the rope that she and Dru had rigged up before the fight. She slid down it, letting it carry her over the hedge and away from the fight. She kept singing, though, hoping that her voice would continue to buoy her companions. The fight is almost over, she thought to herself. What a song this will make!

A pirate, deciding that the prone Di'Fier was a good target, hit him an axe, the blade sinking into his currently unprotected leg.

Di'Fier responded by sending more magical energy bolts into his opponent and one other pirate, and then rolled to his feet.

Shesara leapt back through the hedge, her sword ready.

There were two pirates left, who didn't seem to realize that they were outnumbered now. One of them stepped up to attack Di'Fier, but Dru moved in at his flank, sending her rapier into his kidney. The pirate sank to the ground, blood bubbling out of his wound.

Di'Fier sank to one knee, knowing that he couldn't continue much longer. He cast the glowing bolts of magical energy into the last standing pirate, and the collapsed to the ground. The pirate fell beside him, breathing his last.

"All they had on them were just armor and their weapons," said Dru in disgust, dropping the last of the bodies into a pile. "We would kill the world's poorest pirates. Maybe the huts will have some loot?"

"There's always the storage cave," said Shesara, comforting her.

Dru slipped on the magical ring that they had pulled from the leader's charred body. "I wonder," she murmured. "Di'Fier, you said you saw that guy walking on water?"

He nodded.

She stepped out into the water carefully, and grinned broadly at her companions when she stayed on top of its surface. "I can walk on water! I can walk to Tanaroa! I can walk to Freeport!"

 

[drnuncheon]

Session Twenty-One, Part Two: Reflections on a Mountainside

Icy winds wrapped around them, stealing under their crude cloaks. It leached the heat from their bodies as they moved along the ridge in near-darkness, trusting more to instinct and blind luck than they did to vision.

One stumbled, to be caught by another, and a wordless decision seemed to be made. They huddled as best they could in the lee of a stone outcropping. Food as cold as they were was passed around - there were no materials for a fire here, even if the wind would let one be built.

One chewed resignedly as a spray of ice caught her in the face. She sighed.

"I should have walked to Freeport."

Where did it all go wrong? Di'Fier looked at Shesara. Of all of them, the slender bard was the worst off. Her hands were cold and blue, and she barely had strength to chew the dried venison that served as their primary ration. Di'Fier reached inside his shirt, where he'd placed some of the meat to warm its stiffness away. "Shesara. You've got to eat."

The blonde elf nodded, taking the meat weakly, and trying to bite a piece from it. Her jaw shivered so much that her teeth couldn't get a decent grip.

The wizard pulled his cloak closer around him, feeling its edges stiffened by the frost. This isn't how I thought it would go...

It had all started so well. They had set out from Tanaroa, a joyous escort following them, full of pride and hope that they would reach the City of the Gods. After all, they were the great and invulnerable heros of the seven villages - slayers of dragons, defeaters of the undead, bingers of freedom.

They had trekked through the jungles for almost two weeks, watching the terrain become hillier, rockier, and finally emerging at the base of the mountains that dominated the central part of the island...

"We'll need warmer clothing," Benares said. "Something warm and heavy, to keep the wind off."

"Even the damn mountains are big here," Dru growled. "Okay, Benares...ask the Tanaroans to bring us some hunters. We'll see if we can get some furs."

The scholar nodded, and spoke with one of the Tanaroans. "He wants to know what kind of animal you want to hunt."

"I don't know. A bear or something."

'A bear or something.' What in all the hells was I thinking?

Dru dove left as three tons of enraged ursine charged towards her. One of her arrows jutted outward from its muzzle, and the fur was flattened and scorched from the bursts of arcane energy that Di'Fier had sent at it. She pulled another arrow and launched it at the beast, but it bounced harmlessly from the thick hide.

The bear continued on past her, slamming itself into Di'Fier. The mage stumbled, twisted away from the grasping paw, and brought his sword around in a glittering arc that glanced off of the creature's thick fur, leaving it unharmed.

Dru flung her bow to the side, pulling her blade from its battered scabbard, and leaping forward while the bear was distracted by Di'Fier. No way I'll reach the heart, not from here, she thought. But the legs... She thrust, twisted, and was rewarded by a gout of blood from the bear's femoral artery.

The bear stopped concerning itself with Di'Fier, and twisted around with surprising agility. One massive paw raised, descended. Dru tried to dodge, but it connected with stunning force, sending her reeling into the second blow. Her vision dimmed for a moment, and then the pain began as the bear sank its teeth into her shoulder. She felt herself lifted into the air - and then dropped, as the bear bellowed in pain and rage.

She heard Di'Fier's cry: "Use a potion!" as she struggled to her feet. Wisps of vapor rose from his bloodied sword as the frost he had channeled through it sublimated in the heat. He thrust forward, and the bear roared again in pain.

"No time for that," Dru muttered as she dove forward, stabbing again. Maybe if we can keep this thing switching targets long enough, we can whittle it down... A clublike paw conencted with her, knocking her asprawl. Or not...

She rolled to her feet even as the bear knocked Di'Fier to the ground, descending on top of him like an avalanche of fur and flesh. The rocky ground slipped under her feet as she launched herself towards it. The broad head turned to see her coming, but it was too late.

Di'Fier fingered the stiffening bearskin as he remembered. When he opened his eyes, he was looking at his partner.

"Shesara can't go on," she stated without preamble. "And Benares, he's not complaining, but he's not doing so well either."

"Maybe we should get up, keep moving?"

"I don't think they're strong enough. We need to get out of this wind, or none of us are going to survive..."

"...sorry..." said a voice.

Dru and Di'Fier turned. Shesara rocked back and forth, shivering, the tracks of her tears threatening to crystallize on her face.

"...I'm sorry...I'm sorry..." she repeated to herself.

"There's a spell that makes a shelter, but I never learned it," said Di'Fier. "I'm not sure what we can do..."

Dru seemed to deflate, and she nodded. "At least the Tanaroans are safe. If they can make it back across that bridge..."

"I hope we can make it across this bridge," Di'Fier said, eyeing the span critically. "That's a long ways to go, and it's not all that wide."

"You'd think the gods would have invented railings," Dru muttered under her breath.

"Did we bring rope? All right. Let's tie everyone together - that way if someone falls, the others can catch them." Di'Fier took the end of one of the lines and began lashing it to his own waist. "We'll just take it slow and easy, and there won't be a problem."

They inched out across the massive stone archway in single file, not daring to move close to the edge. The wind grabbed at the fur cloaks they had carved from the bear's hide, tugging playfully in a deadly game of follow-the-leader.

Dru rested a hand on Di'Fier's shoulder. "Look."

Above them, birdlike shapes wheeled. Di'Fier squinted. "At least they're not that giant bird, but..."

"Here they come! Everyone be ready!"

The creatures were more like dragons than birds, Di'Fier reflected as his magic missiles sent one of them spiralling downward. No feathers, a long bony crest on the back of the head...

The strange reptiles glided through the hail of javelins from the Tanaroans, their beaks snatching at the villagers, then dropping them in confusion when they were not easily carried off. They banked under the bridge, gaining altitude again on the other side.

If only I knew how to cast a fly spell... Di'Fier thought to himself. I...but then again, I can summon things that can! He shifted his blade to the other hand and rummaged in his component pouch. The crude candle he withdrew was little more than beeswax wrapepd around a bit of string, but he hoped it would be close enough for the purposes of the spell. He called out the incantation.

Three eagles appeared in a dazzling array of light, and the fight for the skies began.

Di'Fier smiled as he thought about the eagles, stooping bravely down against the larger flyers, but he was jerked back to reality by a whimper from Shesara. I've got to think...the spell to resist the elements won't last the night, and it'd only protect one of us besides. I don't think a web would be very warm. We've got to get out of this wind. If only there were a cave or something...

"Dru," he croaked through frozen lips. "Get the others up. Get them ready to move."

She looked up at him dully. "They can't keep going, Di'Fier."

"Not far. Just into the cave."

"There's no cave, Di'Fier."

"No." He grinned, feeling his chapped lips split open as he did. "Not yet."

The mage held his hands near the rockface. He could already feel the warmth working its way through it.

"D-d-d-di'Fier, mow much longer?" Dru asked. Shesara leaned against her, almost unconscious, and Benares stood huddled miserably nearby.

"It's here," the mage answered.

Even as he spoke, the side of the cliff began to glow, and slump. Heat washed over them in a welcome wave, and they moved closer to the glowing wormlike creature.

"D-d-didn't think I'd ever be warm again," muttered Benares.

"I'm going to send it back in to widen the tunnel," Di'Fier said. "We'll have to wait until the rock cools enough for us to go in, but we'll be warm, and out of the wind, and we can rest.

 

[Jon Potter]

Wow!

Loved the jumping back and forth between past and present!

All in all, a very good read.

 

[drnuncheon]

Session Twenty-Two, Part Three: Mantru

Di'Fier pushed at the bearskin, frozen stiff over the tiny tunnel entrance to the cave. He could hear it crackle under the pressure, and a spear of light pierced the tiny cave. The travelers blinked awkwardly in the sun and snow-glare, dragging their equipment out and preparing for the journey down.

"At least this is easier than getting up was," Di'Fier commented as he wrapped a rope around himself before lowering himself over the edge. "I just hope that the way off of this island is in the City of the Gods. I don't feel like climbing that again." He didn't let the thought that there might not be an escape enter his mind.

They climbed down the inner slope of the bowl-shaped ridge, towards the azure lake they could see below. The slope lessened, until they were able to walk rather than climb. Soon, it was too hot for the cloaks, and they were left abaondoned in a smelly pile by the side of the trail.

"I never thought I'd miss cold like that," Dru grumbled, wiping sweat from her brow. She looked out over the lake. "I'm really hoping that fishing village is not the City of the Gods. If it is, the Gods have a lot to answer for."

Shesara pointed. "It's probably on that island. I can just make out some buildings..."

"Let's stop at the village anyway," Benares said. "We can ask the people there about the City. Maybe they'll know something that can help us."

"Then again, they might come after us with spears."

"Don't be so negative, Dru," Di'Fier chided. "I'm sure they-" The first spear landed about ten feet away. "...oh."

"We haven't even done anything yet," Dru complained. "Shesara, do you think they speak Tanaroan? Maybe you can talk to them."

Shesara bit her lip, and moved forward uncertainly. "Uta motaga bomo deneg! Tanaroa getaru!" she called out, and the approaching natives lowered their spears warily, but continued to advance.

Di'Fier grinned and raised his empty hands. "Let's show them we're peaceful."

"Easy for you to say," Dru shot back. "You could wipe out half of them without even touching your sword." Still, she raised open hands in greeting.

The natives slowly encircled the tiny band of travelers. One stepped forward and spoke rapidly, and Shesara turned to the others.

"I can mostly understand him. Their language is different than Tanaroa's, probably from so much isolation. But if the legends are right, sometimes people from the villages come here, so they've remained close enough to be understandable. He says they're going to take us to see their chief."

"That's the chief? I thought the old guy was the chief." Dru studied the carving warily, as if she expected it to come to life at any moment.

"Fano - the old man - is the talking chief," Shesara explained in a whisper. "He speaks for the chief. The one with the crippled arm is Umlat - their priest."

"Why..." Fano's voice struggled with words made unfamiliar by long disuse. "Why you have come to Mantru?"

Di'Fier looked at the others, then took a step forward. "We are lost travelers. We were shipwrecked on this island, and we seek a way home. We thought that perhaps if we traveled to the City of the Gods, we might find such a way."

Fano nodded, an expression of sadness falling over his face. "I am sorrow you travel this distance," he began. "Gods no longer are in City of Gods. Now, island is taboo. You may not go there. But you may stay here in Mantru."

Di'Fier nodded slowly. "Did another man, a pale man like us, pass this way long ago?"

"Yes. He teaching was your language."

Umlat's face clouded over at these words, and he rasped out a few of his own. "He is gone. He brought curse on island. You not will follow him."

 

[Drusilia Nailo]

Re: Session Twenty-Two, Part Three: Mantru

Umlat's face clouded over at these words, and he rasped out a few of his own. "He is gone. He brought curse on island. You not will follow him."

And yes, this is a classic example of something that should NOT be said to adventurers.

 

[DiFier]

like. Don't go up there.

 

[Jon Potter]

Re: Re: Session Twenty-Two, Part Three: Mantru

And yes, this is a classic example of something that should NOT be said to adventurers.

Do my ears deceive me or did you just refer to Dru as an adventurer?

What would her father think?

 

[DiFier]

I think she was talking about Di'Fier, Shesara and Benares. Dru is just goign along and keeping them out of trouble. but she isn't an adventurer.