Feint Whispers Chapter #6: A Modest Proposal

[Mirth]

From his position at the front of the group, Tarowyn moves his hand to his bowstring. Without raising his weapon, he keeps an eye on the opposing crossbowmen and lets Jericho and Whitney do the talking.

 

[Krug]

"We only desire safe passage. Our only enemies be goblinoids," replies the dwarven priest.

 

[jasamcarl]

The leader of the mounted lets his eyes move from on member of the party to the next. He gives Jericho a stare of barely hidden contempt before allowing his gaze to rest on Whitney, "I am Galvan Evenwood, nephew to the Lord and Marshel of the Forest Levies....my uncle has recieved word of travelers through magical means...what can you lot tell us about that?"

Kyrie swiftly removes a parchment a tosses it to Galvan with a flick of her wrist, "Kyrie Ebonblade, young constable....I assume you can read?" Her now trademark smile is evident.

Galvan quickly skims the contents of the parchment, "Very well...follow us and stay close.." With that he abruptly steers his horse around and begins again south down the trail with his men.


Everyone: Galvan does not betray any insincerity or overt dishonesty.

 

[jasamcarl]

From his position at the front of the group, Tarowyn lets the reins of his horse slip as he moves his riding hand to his bowstring. Without raising his weapon, he keeps an eye on the opposing crossbowmen and lets Jericho and Whitney do the talking.

OOC: Since when have you had a horse, elfie?

 

[KaintheSeeker]

Whitney nods. "I am sure you'll find the message enough for you rneeds constable." smiles politiely. "And we truly don't mean any harm or disconfort to your lord this time." A quick glace at Jericho and away before he can make some comment that is too off color to be salvaged with a silent prayer to her gods that he doesn't irk the obviously distrustful constable.

 

[Tokiwong]

Jericho nods and follows, "Well finally, a warm welcome, I could get used to this, keep ye eyes open elfy, for goblins and other choice enemies."

Jericho risdes relaxed but his hand rests on the hilt of his bastard sword.

 

[Mirth]

OOC: Since when have you had a horse, elfie?

OOC: What horse?

 

[KaintheSeeker]

OOC: What horse?

OOC: Yours of course of course! Snicker.. sorry had to do it.

 

[Krug]

Bhartus loads his crossbow and follows behind. "Better not be a trap. Never know whether you can trust an elf." he whispers, before continuing, "Just kidding Taro."

 

[Festy_Dog]

Norri smiles and follows along, still wary.