Paths of Legend - Tragedy at Silvergard

[Voda Vosa]

Muzdum walks, now in a little less crowded place, singing a song he usualy sings.
"Dron dron dron
My hammer hits iron
Dum dum Drum
My hammer hits the wood
Till till till
My hammer hits a nail"

He walks to the gates, trying to make his way out between the plebe. "Ah really need a taver, havent drink in while... an`some food would be nice too" he says to himself out laud

 

[Yttermayn]

Aohdan stopped to think. If only his head would stop hurting! He carefully followed the dwarf so as not to trample any of the other short-folk. "My apollogies, Muzdum!" he blurted out while catching up to the dwarf. "It's just that I haven't met many two-legs that weren't trying to kill me or take something from me. I had no cause for mistrust, and..." he paused a moment, caught off guard by the presense of the druid. While still eyeing the unexpected figure, he added "What's a tavern?"

 

[crazy_monkey1956]

Valen...

The Wine Barrel wagon driver cranes his neck and stands slightly in his seat to get a better view, "Appears to be some halflings and some fella' riding a horse." His Common is a bit hard to understand and he asks in Azgundi, "You one of the Turen soldiers from the war? Don't suppose you speak our language do you?"

 

[Amaury]

Hum, what's up with these halflings? What are they waiting for??

Johen decides to take the matter in his own hands. He apologises to a few people as he steps
ahead to talk to the group of halflings.

Apart from their obvious interest for the centaur, a quick glance doesn't help him understand
what the problem is. He tries however to guess the nature of their trade and to identify their
leader.

To the supected leader, clearing his throat slightly, he says in Common and with a polite tone:
"Hum, hum, err, hello there... Err.. sorry to bother you but is there any problem?..
Maybe we could move on?.." concluding with a gesture inviting them to go to the gates.

 

[crazy_monkey1956]

Johen...

The halfling cart-driver you've addressed looks at Johen askance as if perhaps he'd gotten sick, looks around at his fellows for a moment, then promptly ignores the druid. An older halfling, this one riding a pony and therefore more or less at eye level, canters up to Johen and says in Common, "Assumptions, assumptions, always with the assumptions. You know, you of all people ought to know that making assumptions is just plain ludicrous. I mean, really, what is the point, after all. They're always wrong. Always." This last he says with particular emphasis.

An older female halfling on the cart squints down at him, "No need to be rude. Who's making assumptions now? Hmm?"

"Oh fine." He appraises Johen for a moment longer, then offers his hand, "Miraki Tal, at your service. As for the supposed hold-up, we're waiting on my cousin, Tarkesi Tal. This here is the entire Tal clan...well, more or less. Some of us are elsewhere. Some of us aren't. Some of us would rather not be."

It occurrs to Johen that the halflings simply have no conception that they're holding up the line or that that should be a problem. Evidently they were told to wait for Tarkesi and that's precisely what they intend to do.

 

[Jemal]

William nods as he listens to her. "Indeed, many probably think that. I say, it would make things a bit easier to move around as such. Perhaps we could continue with such a play for a while.. Uh, that is, if you're Amicable." He frowns slightly as his shirt jingles "Though I must admit it's a bit hard to be.. 'discreet' in armour."

 

[Amaury]

Johen is slightly taken aback by the various reactions his intervention has generated.
He only manages a brief: "Oh.. err.. I see.." before introducing himself to Miraki :
"Nice to me you and your clan. My name is Johen.."
He shakes the halfling's hand but then brings his to the pony's head to stroke it slowly.

"Well, I hope nothing serious has happened to Cousin Tarkesi?... Better to travel in group
these days.. Is he nearby?? Maybe me and my hawk could help?.. But first we need to let
these folks go about their business and get into town.." he ventures pointing at the people
in the line and gesturing to them to move forward and bypass the halfling band.

He lets a few travellers pass by him then turns and asks Miraki: "Sooo.. where is Cousin Tarkesi??"

 

[crazy_monkey1956]

Johen...

Miraki eyes Johen somewhat suspiciously as the line starts to move past the halflings, then relaxes a bit, "I'm sure Tark is in there somewhere," pointing beyond the gates, "though where precisely would be another assumption." The older woman in the cart glares down at Miraki again, "You're ignoring the nice young man's offer." "I am not! I'm thinking. Patience, if you please." Miraki glares at her before continuing to Johen, "Might the birdy there be able to pick a halfling out in a human city? I know the eyes on such critters are impressive, but I have my doubts that they're that good. Mustn't make assumptions after all."

 

[ethandrew]

Estelle looks at him and smiles, "What do you need the armor for anyway? If you're good enough, you shouldn't get hit in the first place," she finishes with a wink. "If you'd rather we walk around arm in arm, I won't object, Sir William, just give me a second to look more lady like, if you please."

While in the shadows, she relinquishes her arm from William's and makes quick work of making herself look more presentable, including braiding her hair with deft fingers and tying it off on the end. She runs her tongue over her teeth and smiles, "Ready!"

Slipping her arm into William's again she leads him out into the busy central street, keeping an eye on the woman and unique passer byers.

 

[Jemal]

William smiles silently at her and then resumes following the woman when Estelle is ready "I'm strong, but not particularily nimble. The armour is to prevent cheap and lucky shots, M'lady."