[PbP] The Heroes of Silleria

[Guilt Puppy]

"A genuinely fair deal! How many days would you say it was to the Keep, then? We've got barely but what with we feed ourselves..."

Once he finds out how many he'll need, Oren will buy rations enough for himself and one other person for that period of time -- stopping en route to lay a hand on Kerith's shoulder.

"Good idea, I'd say, but you might not put too much money on it... I can't imagine what fish in his right mind would go anywhere near that barge. I'm still not sure how we managed to convince ourselves."

He moves to continue, then turns back --

"Oh! And those potions you managed to talk up, you know if any of 'em are good for disease? I'm not so sure I trust that mound so much..."

 

[MerakSpielman]

"Oh, I'd say we could be there in three or four days, max."

 

[Guilt Puppy]

Oren will pick up 12 days' rations, in that case (seeing as he is running rather low.) Assuming the old man hasn't changed his mind about the deal by the time we're ready to leave, he'll also insist on handing over a gold piece, to be fair.

 

[Jemal]

Michelle departs on good terms with the old man, to buy some supplies of her own. She'll get 5 loaves of bread, 6 days trail rations, 3 hunks of cheese, and 2 pieces of meat. (All carefully wrapped so as not to expose it to the filth.) She then returns to the boat with her friends.

OOC:
Spent the 4 GP I earned, so I'm broke again.

 

[dpdx]

Kerith chuckles at Oren's remark, then pauses:

"Oren, Sir, what's a 'fish'?"

Confused, he still manages to think the better of trying to drag something onto the barge that he's never encountered before, and follows Oren and Michelle to buy some decent rations.

"Er, I'll have what the lady is having."

 

[Guilt Puppy]

"Oren, Sir, what's a 'fish'?"

"Well, you take a bird, cut off it's wings, flatten its beak, remove its feathers, replace them with the scales of a reptile, tear off its legs and add little ridges, turn it's tail sideways and harden that, then flatten the hole thing sideways, pull the eyes back to the side of the head and make them bulge out a lot, cut some little slits into the sides of its throat, and throw it in water, and somehow it doesn't drown, then you would call it a fish."

Oren smiles to himself, trying to imagine what Kerith must be imagining.

 

[dpdx]

Kerith, looking like he's been asked to materialize the components to Prismatic Wall by sheer force of will, struggles mightily to comprehend the description. For several seconds. Then several more. Finally, his eyes open.

"So, those things over there?" He points to a nearby boat, where fish are being unloaded to the dock.

 

[Guilt Puppy]

Oren sighs heartily, patting Kerith on the back. "No, friend... Those are turkeys."

 

[dpdx]

Kerith looks suspicious.

"OH! See, I thought those were fish, like you described, but you're telling me they're turkeys! Tell you what: let's ask those guys at the boat to decide who's right, and if it's me, I get to smack you across the face with one, and if it's you, you get to smack ME across the face with one!"

"And I get to do the asking!" Kerith, grinning, will try to tug Oren over to settle the bet.

[Moral and object lesson: decent INT, slightly indecent WIS may mean someone's fallen off the turnip truck, but it does not mean they've landed on their head. ]

 

[Guilt Puppy]

"Sure thing!"

Oren will attempt to mouth to the fishermen "turkeys" as a response to his question, while flashing a shiny gold piece out of the corner of his pocket. Behind Kerith's back, of course.