Paths of Legend - Tragedy at Silvergard

[shadowmask]

"Guard? Sooo..." Aohdan looks her over, making obvious glances at her hips where weapons would typically be scabbarded. "So you guard by throwing yourself in front of any arrows or sword thrusts meant for him?" he finishes in a tipsy slur.

Corath stiffens a bit at the centaur's obvious disdain for her capabilities, or seeming lack thereof. Her hands twitch slightly at her sides, and she rubs her fingers across her palms.

"That would be inefficient and ignorant. How could I continue guarding Alaric if I die?" She looks at the centaur quizzically, her eyes narrowing. She continues with sincere curiousity, "Is that how centaurs protect who or what is theirs to protect?"

 

[Helfdan]

This is why I prefer to hunt alone. Should this degenerate into a drunken brawl, this Iphithis may change his mind about hiring us.

"Peace, Aohdan. Peace, lady Corath. If this mission is so difficult as to require so many of us, I am sure all of our skills will be put to the test soon enough." Valen then looks up at the half-elf. "When and where can we hear about our task, neighbor?"

 

[Arkhandus]

'I've hardly even taken a drink, haven't been awake very long, and already I think I'm beginning to develop a headache....' Alaric thinks to himself, pinching the bridge of his nose with his left hand for a moment and scowling.

"Gentleman, gentleman...... Could you drop the suspicion and rudeness a notch, if you would be so kind? I am sure it is all well and good in whatever backwoods village you hail from, but do remember you are in Azgund now. This is civilized country. If we were all a bunch of violent thugs don't you think the streets would be a lot emptier? Keep your heads, good sirs. Iphithis is a longstanding member of the Adventurer's Guild, and you would do well not to think ill of him just because he offers you all a job."

 

[Helfdan]

The ranger's eyes narrowed at the new-comer's speech.
My countrymen's backwoods home was not a problem when they bled for Azgund during the Shadow War... but further argument will only delay my hunt.
He thus took a deep breath, and replied in a low but firm voice. "Peace .... Alaric. Harsh words will not help this situation. Let us all be calm, and hear what Iphithis has to say. Once we know what he proposes, each man ... and lady... can decide whether to accept the task."

 

[Yttermayn]

Corath stiffens a bit at the centaur's obvious disdain for her capabilities, or seeming lack thereof. Her hands twitch slightly at her sides, and she rubs her fingers across her palms.

"That would be inefficient and ignorant. How could I continue guarding Alaric if I die?" She looks at the centaur quizzically, her eyes narrowing. She continues with sincere curiousity, "Is that how centaurs protect who or what is theirs to protect?"

Aohdan bellowed with laughter, despite his headache. "Well, the lady-cat has claws, though I still do not see them! Good turn-about lady Corath!" He bowed, with a hand over his torso and a mischeivous grin on his face.
"Rest easy, sir Valen, 'twas not even intended as a slight towards lady Corath. Merely an observation of her lack of armament combined with a jest. Yet she turned it back on me in an admirably humorous way. Bravo!" Aohdans grin faded to a more neutral expression, and he addressed the rest of the table in general with a gesture. "As for what Iphithis proposes, well, he has said he won't tell us until we accept. Begging your pardon, sirs, but that sounds like a deal with a lot of potential for crookedness. I would at least know a little more of what we are agreeing to before we agree to it!"

 

[crazy_monkey1956]

Iphithis assesses the situation and the exchanges a moment and seems to be choosing his words very carefully, "The importance of the task at hand does warrant a measure of discretion. I can assure you that my motives are not harmful toward any of you in any way. I can give you more details about the nature of the job away from prying ears, whether that be in one of the private meeting rooms of the Guild tavern, or somewhere else if you all would prefer."

OOC: Sense Motive check results - everyone's checks so far have not revealed any hidden motives or agendas.

 

[Amaury]

Johen didn't like the tone of the mage Alaric describing them as little more than a bunch of
backwards savages but Valen made a reply to which Johen thought it would be best not
to add to considering the rather 'charged' atmosphere.

The half-elf still wouldn't say much and the equation still didn't add up in the young Tureni
druid's mind. Still don't understand why he would recruit a bunch like us for such an important
mission.. doesn't make any sense.. maybe one of us interests him for some reason..
or he's really here to take our money... though he could probably choose wealthier victims..
he thought.

He replies to the half-elf: "Well, you're not saying much.. but as far as I am concerned,
I am happy to follow you to the Guild to discuss it further, however, until I know more
about this work I will not commit myself to it.."

 

[Yttermayn]

Irritated at Alarics remark, Aohdan pipes in "Johen is right, and I answer you the same. Though if someone asks me for 50 gold again on the way back to the guild tavern, they will be tasting their own teeth." Aohdan crossed his arms and looked at Iphithis expectantly. So far, from what he'd seen today, there was a lot less to be ashamed of in coming from a backwoods village than from the city.

 

[Jemal]

Smiling easily, William leans forward and speaks in a soothing tone. "It would seem then that the best thing for us to do is to follow this gentleman to somewhere we can speak privately. I doubt any of us are REALLY worried about being waylayed, are we? After all, we outnumber him and ARE a rather.. unusually talented looking group. If any of us find his proposal not be to their liking, they are of course free to leave, correct?" He nods, and (assuming everyone is finished their meals/drinks) stands easily, offering his hand to Estelle to help her to her feet. "I for one look forward to the opportunity. Where to, my good man?"

 

[shadowmask]

Corath ignores the byplay, apparently unfazed. "I know of a place that should be deserted at this time of day. If you all are willing, we can go there. The dance hall I spent the night at is quite busy in the late afternoon and early evening. There is a back room where some of the dancers take private patrons which should not be in use now. Shall we go there?"