North by Northwest, Chapter 2.5: Caster and Mouse

[Bloodweaver1]

Before moving on: [sblock]Cole cannot help himself from chuckling mockingly in front of the foreign guards. Glancing towards Ghur he retorts to the gaurds “Looky here Ghur, we got ourselves a pair regular bards. And they are all sorts of merry and gay too! My little sister would be soooo pleased.” Cole turns and faces the elven guards with a sarcastic smile. Feeling a bit zesty, Cole continues to trade barbs, “Listen here bards. Why don’t you too go run off with those little fiddles of yours,” Cole motions to the small looking swords on the guard’s belts, “and go dance and frolic somewhere else. We’ll even let you hold each others hands.” [/sblock]

After moving on: Cole stands watch over the captive. Ready to advance should need arise.

 

[Starman]

Cellan tries to summon the courage to speak up. "I...uh, that is, uhm, we were hoping that, uh, you...someone here c-could, uh, speak their," he gestures toward the captive, "uh, language." He finishes with a deep breath. Why is that so hard for me?

 

[Old Fezziwig]

Deniel suppresses a sneer as Cian says "new enemies." Walking leisurely towards the goat-man, he turns to the group, "I'm sure, Cian, that you mean 'new' on an individual basis. I'll explain for your friends -- the svirfneblin have been our enemies for a long time. Since our parents came down to these pits. They were, at one point, dwarves and elves, until one of the generals corrupted them and turned them into his servants." The warrior's movements suggest the casual, violent grace of a mountain lion.

Culann nods, picking up the thread. "This is, of course, all too true. As for the language," he turns to Cellan, "I've studied it, and I'd be more than happy to translate, presuming he is willing to speak to us. There is no great love between our peoples."

 

[Scotley]

Cian

Gaining confidence Cian ignores Deniel's remarks and asks, "Please Master Culann, if you would, ask him why he and his fellows attacked us at the river. I believe my friends would also like any information he could give about a wizard among his kind."

 

[Old Fezziwig]

Culann nods and, turning to the svirfneblin, repeats the question in its strange, angular tongue. The creation looks at Culann with closed mouth, eyes full of hatred. The old elf tries again in a more forceful tone, but with no more success than the first time.

Deniel laughs, "We're wasting our time. Put it to the sword."

 

[Starman]

Deniel's words and attitude spark a flare of anger in Cellan. "No! This is our business. If you don't want to help, fine. But let us take care of our business without your attitude." He takes a deep breath. Did I just say that? Wow. Uh, oh.

 

[Old Fezziwig]

Deniel turns to Cellan. "Is it? Last I checked, you didn't live down here, and I'm sure we're grateful that you eliminated the group of svirfneblin you encountered, but my men would have spotted them and killed them just as you did. You're an interloper here, and I recommend you don't forget it." He pauses. "Culann, we can revisit our business later. You should suggest that your student teach his new friends some manners." The elf warrior leaves.

After he's left, the old scholar sighs, either at the exchange between Cellan and Deniel or at the behavior of the latter.

 

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

Herev puts his hand on Cellan's shoulder
he is right, it's not our business down here, we need to continue and leave him to them.

 

[Starman]

Cellan's face turns bright shade of red and he half turns away from the group. "I'm, uh, sorry. I...don't know, uhm, what came over me." he says to Culann. "Uh...it is our, uh, business, though. We were, uhm, attacked, not them," he says to Herev.

The druid kneels down and hugs Manakar. I can't believe I did that. I'm such an idiot.

 

[Thanee]

Zeegra

Zeegra laughs happily. “There's some ferocity inside you, Cellan. You should find that more often. It makes you sound so much more confident!”