Beatrix
"Um. No." says Siarla somewhat sourly, as she gives the militia member who spoke to her an equally sour look. He merely leers in response until the heavier woman speaks to him. Possible comments flash across his eyes and expression, but he settles for not saying them, and instead replies. "Gregof? Yeah, he's not here. Just got called away by a messenger. Said he should be back before long, if you want to wait." He looks inside, "The chairs should be ok for you to sit on. They're made of local wood."
Hm... "Still, I would, perhaps, like to keep them if I could, Muzdin, Stellan? As memories of triumph and loss?" Have the two set in a simple silver pendant, perhaps? To hang around his neck as a token of their first true foe (the red) and first true loss (the green)...Dysare smiles a touch as Antares continues to speak, but at his mention of his theory as to why the runes were magic but the scribed version isn't, she hmmmms thoughtfully, "You may be on to something. Not sure about the gem part though."
Antares' eyes widen: a very interesting idea, one that had not occurred to him at all. He tells her so, adding: "Though I did think that perhaps carrying the Letter *to* him, ourselves, might possibly speed us on our way?" That the Lord might answer with his own voice should he be so inclined? <Just so we're clear what he meant"As far as Lord Romani, I can ask on your behalf although you know as well as I that he isn't the most prompt of responders when it comes to his library. Well, unless you have something to ADD to his library at least."
The young elf half-rises from his chair, blinking in puzzlement and rising distress. What-?She appears about to open her mouth again, when there's an odd sound from outside, coming from the edge of the village. Yelling, and a shriller scream. And another, higher pitched sound that sort of sounds like language, but not one that any of you are familiar with.
|
|
"Their value should indeed be whole, intact, by the time that happy event comes around," agrees Antares, "perhaps even a little increased by a silver setting?" Which reminds him though: they need to inquire who now owns that lot of land!Stellan gives an easy smile as Antares asks for his gem, "No problem. I'd just spend it on drinking and gifts for women anyhow, probably. Better to have the money saved somewhere in your head for when I might need it for something more useful. Though. Perhaps we should be saving for that home base you mentioned awhile back?"
Antares too rushes to follow, stops, steps back a few paces: "Ah, perhaps when I return we could discuss the lending of treatise on elven teas, Teacher? There is this tea parlor that- And if you have anything on beasts of slime? Or perhaps know of any other disappearances in town, historical or of late? I- Yes." He tries to go out again, stopping after but three steps this time: "And once more, my heartfelt thank yous for the ring?" A bow and *then* he finally exits into the cloudy, humid air of mid-morning, long legs rushing below starry robes to catch up to his two companion (and only somewhat hampered by the need to look at least even slightly dignified in the process?).The dwarf says nothing when the noise erupts. His warrior instincts kick in, he grabs his weapon and moves to the door, swinging it open violently, and rushing to the town.
|
|