Insight
Adventurer
UPSTAIRS
RORY BARBAROSSA, a short man in his 60s, balding, malnourished, unkempt, in tattered clothing, steps forward into the light. "Aye, yer not any Veiled Society," he says.
Mr. Feathers flies over to perch on Barbarossa's bent arm.
"Now where have you been, Mr. Feathers? I bet you have some stories to tell."
The bird squawks. "Treasure on the island! Treasure on the island!"
"What's that, you say?" the old seafarer asks.
"The map!" The bird squawks again.
Barbarossa brushes his three-week growth of salt and pepper beard. "Aw, yeah. That ol' thing."
Barbarossa casts a sidelong glance at Astra. "Unfortunately, me lass, I'm in no shape fer climbin' anything."
A WHISTLE blows from downstairs! There is a shuffle of feet down there, possibly out the front door!
RORY BARBAROSSA, a short man in his 60s, balding, malnourished, unkempt, in tattered clothing, steps forward into the light. "Aye, yer not any Veiled Society," he says.
Mr. Feathers flies over to perch on Barbarossa's bent arm.
"Now where have you been, Mr. Feathers? I bet you have some stories to tell."
The bird squawks. "Treasure on the island! Treasure on the island!"
"What's that, you say?" the old seafarer asks.
"The map!" The bird squawks again.
Barbarossa brushes his three-week growth of salt and pepper beard. "Aw, yeah. That ol' thing."
Vrashek grins fiercely, and offers a slight bow to the captain. "We're here to rescue you, my friend. And if that sticks a bone in the Veiled Society's craw, then all the better."
Astra lowers her bow and nods at Barbossa. "Captain," she greets tersely. Then she looks back the way they came and keeps her arrow on the string.
"We can lower a rope from here and head back down, as long as the others haven't attracted attention," she posits...and goes to take a peek out the window to see what conditions on the ground are like.
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Barbarossa casts a sidelong glance at Astra. "Unfortunately, me lass, I'm in no shape fer climbin' anything."
"Captain Barbarossa, I presume? We should leave this compound as fast as possible. Can you move? No questions please, we can talk once we are in safety." Adam explains, trying to judge the Captain's weight.
[sblock=OOC]If he is wounded, would Adam be able to carry him? What about climbing piggybacked?[/sblock]
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A WHISTLE blows from downstairs! There is a shuffle of feet down there, possibly out the front door!