Nakatura Valley game thread

Sen waves his hand, "Go if you wish. I will finish changing the dressing on my companion's wounds, I will be behind you shortly." Sen was somewhat amused at the beast-man. No doubt they could handle themselves, rarely could a shifter not do so. Something about them made Sen uncomfortable though, and being behind them was far safer than beside them.
 

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Kerim finishes off the last of his soup by sopping it up with the bit of hard trail bread that was his portion. He sighs in contentment and idly holds the empty bowl in one hand. "Mistress Qi, you are a wizard and you have my compliments." He leans forward in a sort of seated half-bow. "Now, as there is plenty of water outside for washing, I'll make myself useful." So saying, Kerim collects the spoons and empty bowls and with a grin directed towards the kor woodcutter heads for the tunnel and outside.
 

As Kerim gets back to the tunnel, the two shifters have made their way to meet him in the opening to the cavern. Their weapons are put away, and they clearly show their hands as a sign of peace. "That smells great. Any left for a few hungry strangers? There's two more on their way in."
 
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Sen creeps down the hallway after the shifters, who get somewhat ahead of him. He manages to hear their greeting to what must have been an occupant of the cavern. He can make out three silhouettes before him at what must be the cavern entrance. Looking back, the injured man appears to have followed his instructions.

Sen hears the rest of the conversation unfold.
 

Kerim smiles and shrugs. "Peace, strangers," he says squinting at the two new arrivals trying to get a better look at them. "I can't say how much might be left but if you pay your respects to the lady there might be a bowl and a chunk of bread; especially if you have a contribution for the pot. And I'm sure you can squeeze a spot at the fire." He breaks out his friendliest grin. "Now, as you can see, I'm to brave the weather for the sake of some clean bowls." He bows slightly, enough to be respectful while still uncertain of the newcomers' status.
 

The two men, or half-men as some would call them (though typically out of earshot), exchange a grin, and then in unison return an playfully exaggerated bow, quite deep, to Kerim. "Much thanks, stranger. We will share what we could catch before the storm caught us, and perhaps then we can be strangers no more." Circling past Kerim to give him room, they head over to warm up by the fire, shaking off the remains of the storm from their clothes along the way.

Sen, hearing this exchange, has to decide what to do -- quick!
 

Sen grips his spear tightly. Something about these shifters seemed not right, then it hit him like a lightning bolt. "They didn't have any food." Sen doesn't want to strike when he is unsure of their intent, but would hate to wait until it was too late. He moves to an area where he can see what is going on, raises his spear...... and holds his throw.


[sblock=ooc] As soon as they make anything that appears to be an aggressive move toward the strangers, Sen will launch his spear at the closest one. If it misses, he will pretend that was his intent saying, "Storm-peace! May the gods torture your souls if you break it." [/sblock]
 



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