Heroics around Hommlet [IC]

[Majin]

Damien will move to hail the wagon and flag it down. If it stops:

Trying his best to act like the rain isn't bothering him, Damien bows to the wagon riders with a flourish. Brushing wet hair out of his face as he comes up he greets the riders and introduces himself. "Greetings, I am Damien Strikeheart, Prince of Keoland, and these are my companions. How fare you on this fine day?"

 

[Wilphe]

<Oh, right. Subtlety. Yeah>
Astatia mounts up, not only in case of trouble or for a better view, but also to acheive the moral ascendency of someone talking from a higher position.
"Greetings. We drove off a few hobgoblins on our journey here? Have you seen any trouble."
She lowers her eyes and sizes up the condition of the draft horse (has it been working hard recently?).

 

[Manzanita]

Raven

Raven smiles. After sizing up the newcomers, she keeps her eyes elsewhere, trying to stay alert for danger.

 

[Thels]

"Well met, travellers." the woman tells you as the wagon halts down about 20 feet away. "No, we've had no problems so far, though if we are to meet some, we're ready for them. So what's the bunch of you doing in a dangerous forest on a rainy day like this? Has the price for goblinoid ears risen or are you just on your way to Hommlet?"

While the woman does the talking, the man keeps his hand on his sword, keeping his eyes on the party.

 

[Majin]

Curiously eyeing the man with the sword Damien rights his gaze back on the woman. "Why yes... we are indeed on our way to Hommlet. he pauses for a moment to look back at Raven and Astatia. "Are you coming from there? Have you any news of there that we should be aware of?"

 

[Manzanita]

Raven

Raven wipes her thick raven hair off her face, where it has become plastered from the rain. She smiles at the wagon riders. "Tell me, have you heard of one Drusilla, an elf. She went riding this way on her black horse. She hasn't returned. We were ambushed by hobgoblins along this road yesterday, so be wary as you proceed."

 

[Wilphe]

Astatia will sit there on Sashla, hoping that Raven will do most of the talking so that the Prince doesn't put his foot in it.
She's waiting, apparently content, keeping a whether eye on the woods.

 

[Thels]

"Can't say we do. Are you sure she went to Hommlet? Maybe she took the sideroad to the mines a little back. Thanks for the warning though. Well, good luck on finding her." The woman waves goodbye and starts to put the wagon into motion.

 

[Majin]

Damien watches as the wagon rolls on. "Well at least we are getting closer to the mines. Hopefully Lady Drusilla is alright. We best be moving on though."

(OOC - Sorry for using this thread, but Manzanita, I tried e-mailing you to let you know that a spot is most likely opening up in my game that you are an alternate for but haven't heard anything back yet so I wasn't sure if that e-mail was current or not. Either way, if you are still interested it is looking good that you will be able to get in. Just e-mail me so we can talk it over )

 

[Manzanita]

Raven

"Well, its nice to know a lightly armed wagon can get here from Homlet without a problem. And we're close to the mines. Hopefully we'll just have a chat with the miners and be cozy in bed by nightfall."