taitzu52
First Post
Neville listens to 13, daydreaming of grand expeditions funded by the former crown. Oxen, packhandlers, elephants! But like a bucket of water, 13's mention of 2 mules hit Neville in the face, leaving little but soggy disappointment. Frowning like a child with a broken toy, he nods at his benefactor in reluctant acceptance.
Neville turns to Marcus, seemingly amused. "Vanity and sloth, eh? Perhaps, young man, you are not so accustomed to the wilder places of Eberron. Preparation, prevention, and perseverance. These will allow you the only luxury that the wilds have to offer: survival." Neville produces a large, curved pipe from his pocket, and sparks it to light. Leaning back in his chair, he says to the group, "Enjoy your drinks, Gentlemen. From what I gather from 13, we shall be leaving presently."
Neville turns to Marcus, seemingly amused. "Vanity and sloth, eh? Perhaps, young man, you are not so accustomed to the wilder places of Eberron. Preparation, prevention, and perseverance. These will allow you the only luxury that the wilds have to offer: survival." Neville produces a large, curved pipe from his pocket, and sparks it to light. Leaning back in his chair, he says to the group, "Enjoy your drinks, Gentlemen. From what I gather from 13, we shall be leaving presently."