[Gobquest] Part 2

Rakanishu relaxes somewhat, taking a deep breath. He smiles at the gnolls, feeling sorry for the one who was shot. He turns to D'Bruuhl.

[gob]"If they want to prove themselves worthy to their clan maybe they could come with us? There'll surely be something for them to prove themselves against somewhere along the line. I think we should also heal the injured fellow as well, a bolt in the guts would hurt,"[/gob] he says.
 

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The gnolls eagerly await the food. The saliva of one of them drips to the ground. They look at each other, wondering what the goblins are arguing about.
 

D'Bruuhl sheathes his sword and looks to the other goblins to help him contribute to the gnolls. If none of the others is forthcoming, he halves his rations and gives each of the gnolls a quarter saying, "Here brothers. If you will stand still, I will tend to your wounds."
 

Glorath lowered his bow and eased the arrow but didn't take it off. He glared at the gnolls from under his eyebrows.
[Gob]"I don't trust them."[/Gob]
He then removed the arrow and returned it to his quiver and went back to sleep.
 


Br'zash says "Driven from tribe two weeks. New master of pack did not like us. Think we scurvy cowards. Drove us away. Hunt on our own," the gnoll says, almost whining. They take the offered food and thank you graciously.

T'rkzt goes towards the cleric slowly, like a fearful dog.
 

Goubido stifled a snicker. "Got runts of the litter here," he chuckled in goblin. "What do you plan to do, dogs," he asked in common. "Sooner or later someone will come who won't share their food."
 

dreamthief said:
T'rkzt goes towards the cleric slowly, like a fearful dog.

D'Bruuhl smiles and squats on his haunches in a position of deference. Tenatively he stretches out his hand and prepares to heal the gnoll. If he can, he will use his Heal skill but if the damage is too great , he will use the minimum of his healing magic to cure the gnoll's wounds.

"There, that should do it," the cleric says when he his done. "You should listen to Goubido, though. Not everybody you meet out here on your own will be as understanding as us. We are traveling to find a woodsman named Jazzad. If my friends are agreeable you may travel with us. Otherwise, we should part ways. Either way, I wish you luck."
 

"I've never complained about extra blades in front of me," Ashgyad said in common. "Sorry about shooting at you, by the way."
 

"I have no problem with you travelling with us. But, if you dogs try anything I'll kill you myself." Goubido headed back toward the fire to get some sleep.
 

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