Feint Whispers Chapter #3: Festival of Falling

Bhartus: "We need hide!! Escape Masters!!!"

ooc: I will wait for the majority to offer their input before I continue.
 
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Tarowyn kicks the dead form of the false Mourn. Changeling, eh? That figures. I knew that was no elf.

He looks to the rest of the party, "What are we going to do with a dozen blue-furred telepaths?"
 
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"I would say that we leave them behind for now.. and arrange for a safer place to hide at a later time.." looks to the critters in question. "So.. we take the shapeshifter with us?"
 

Norri thinks long and hard.

"The sheriff's a good bloke, I'll give him dat, but I'll be damned if he'd know what to do with these things any more than us, then on top of that I'd hate these stricken critters to get sent off into the service of the rich types around here, I hate them rich types, think they can get away with anything. Sorry," he says, "Just a little grudge, nuthin' more m'lords and lady. Anyway I'd prefer for *us* to assist the critters in whatever they need done, we know that we can trust ourselves, right? And believe me, good people like you all need not protect your purses and such around me, I'm a big game hunter."

He says the last bit proudly, but soon returns to his senses.
 

Bhartus agrees with Norri. "There's a brain inside that little head, I'll say."

Bhartus sends a mindthought: What do you eat? Share some food with us.
 


In response to Bhartus command, the creatures scramble to the walls and retrieve lamb and cattle meat which they lay infront of the party.

Norri and Bhartus: "You help us, yes.!!! You help us!!!"
 
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Bhartus sends a mindthought: How do you want us to help you? Defeat your masters which I think is difficult? Or help you find a new place to live?
 



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