Autumn
First Post
[sblock=OOC]Many thanks for keeping Ershe around! Sorry for any grief my absence caused. Consider me back to active status as of now.
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Ershe can't help but curse himself throughout the negotiations for having never studied any languages aside from his native tongue. His training under Urdan had always seemed more important, but it strikes him forcibly now that if he ever wants to be instrumental in advancing the condition of his people then he'll certainly need to start by breaking away from their insular attitude. It's high time that he taught himself the Trader tongue, at the very least.
That's all assuming, of course, that he lives out the day. But in truth he is not as worried about their immediate prospects as his companions seem to be. If, after all, these gnolls were as savage and barbarous as others he's heard of, the bunch of them would already be sitting in a cage awaiting their turn on the roasting spit. He is reassured, too, by their wisewoman's gesture of respect to the spirits. There is common ground between these people and their own, Ershe is sure of that. It's just a matter of finding it, and respecting its boundaries.
"Agreed," he concurs with Assaq. "Honesty is the best start. But Mogro has a point. Ask her what her people have heard of the grell."

Ershe can't help but curse himself throughout the negotiations for having never studied any languages aside from his native tongue. His training under Urdan had always seemed more important, but it strikes him forcibly now that if he ever wants to be instrumental in advancing the condition of his people then he'll certainly need to start by breaking away from their insular attitude. It's high time that he taught himself the Trader tongue, at the very least.
That's all assuming, of course, that he lives out the day. But in truth he is not as worried about their immediate prospects as his companions seem to be. If, after all, these gnolls were as savage and barbarous as others he's heard of, the bunch of them would already be sitting in a cage awaiting their turn on the roasting spit. He is reassured, too, by their wisewoman's gesture of respect to the spirits. There is common ground between these people and their own, Ershe is sure of that. It's just a matter of finding it, and respecting its boundaries.
"Agreed," he concurs with Assaq. "Honesty is the best start. But Mogro has a point. Ask her what her people have heard of the grell."