Festival of Halina (Orsal Judging)

[El Jefe]

Oirhandir squinted at the wagon as Ingus's band drew closer to it. Which way did it seem to be heading before the breakdown? If it was going the same way they were, perhaps Lasair could find out if it's occupants had also met up with Phineus.

Oirhandir didn't suspect a trap, but he scanned the area on both sides of the road...just to be sure.

 

[Bront]

The road looks clear other than the wagon. It appears to be the back of the wagon.

 

[Kishwa Dogteeth]

OOC: Lasair is most definately a she. Might make things make more sense to Fang.

OOC- ooops... that makes more sense

 

[LogicsFate]

As the caravan draws closer "Hello!" Elise cranes to see what the problem is and if a mending spell might help in any way

 

[Bront]

"'ello there mates. Got time to help us a bit?" The elf asks. "Our wagon broke a wheel, an we can't get er propped up enough to change it."

The elf's clothes are wet with sweat, as are the two others with him (also elves). You can see a piece of a wagon wheel a bit behind where the wagon is, which looks well worn.

 

[Rystil Arden]

Lasair whispers to her comrades, "While I definitely think we should help, my bandit friend from before I reached Orussus told me that bandits often use such a ploy to get caravans to stop so that they can jump out at them from all sides. Let's keep that in mind but help, I think. What does everyone else think?"

 

[GnomeWorks]

Troi shakes his head as the caravan approaches the elves. "Oi, sweatin' elves... never a good smell. Good thing it doe'n't happen often..." He says to himself.

Lasair
"What does everyone else think?"

He looks to Lasair. "Nah, not in this case, I don't think. Look at 'em... ya think they'd bother ta work up that much sweat fer a ruse?"

He then looks to Sunny, then to Fang. "You two kin help 'em out... I'm not too much use fer physical labor, y'know? I'll see if I kin sniff out any others in th' trees..."

He then closes his eyes and focuses on taking in the scents of the area, attempting to determine if there are any smells unaccounted for in view.

 

[two]

"Howdy y'all! Looks like you are a-having some troubles with your wheel. Stuck in the mud, as it were. Can I help lift-n-pull, or lift-n-tuck, or some such thing?"

In this fashion Sunny addresses the elves, putting away his glaive and rolling up his sleeves.

 

[Kishwa Dogteeth]

Fang steps forward while scanning to see if the elves are carrying weapons.

"Fang good lifter" Fang said. "Me be glad to ehlp yue"

 

[El Jefe]

Oirhandir dismounted and approached the other elves.

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"Greetings, friends"

, he called in their language.

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"Could we offer some assistance to fellow travellers?"

, he asked.