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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Viktyr Gehrig" data-source="post: 1256912" data-attributes="member: 9249">Inn of the Skinned Dog, Pike Falls: Earlier in the morning than any of them cared for, the mercenaries sat in the common room, eating their breakfasts and planning the day's excursion into goblin territory. While Dagger and Dagan's story about Old Man Wilson was cause for concern, they agreed that, for the time being, it was best to focus on the job they were hired to do. Also sitting in the common room, and obviously awake long before they had been, was a large man, shirtless and displaying many gruesome scars-- several intentional. He carried no weapons and wore no armor, but wore cloth wrapped around his head and face. As the party finished their breakfast and readied to embark, he stood and walked over to the table, and then politely waited to be acknowledged. After an uncomfortable half minute, Dagger looked up at the massive warrior and stared at him for a moment. When this did not prompt him to speak, she asked, "Are you stupid?" The large man paused for a second, stunned by the blunt question. "... No. I have heard of your prowess and wish to join you." He fell silent again, calmly waiting for an answer. Instead, Dagger offered another question. "Are you sure you're not stupid?" Something about the large man struck her as... out of place. He didn't belong here. The large man took a step backward and tried to figure out a way to salvage the situation. This was not going according to his plan. He turned to Ortac and offered him his belt pouch. "I will allow you to hold my money ransom as a show of my good faith." Ortac opened the moneybag and counted out the pieces. He grinned wildly at Dagan. "Works for me." Dagan nodded, thinking another tough warrior could help protect the weaker members of the party. "He could be useful," he said, half to himself and half to Dagger, to persuade her to be less suspicious. While Dagger's paranoia had saved their lives on more than one occasion, it had also made dealing with contacts and potential employers very difficult. Dagger was not convinced. "I've told you before, Dagan. I don't like using stupid things." She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at the large newcomer, who took another step back. Her eyes held a terrible light, and he felt like it was shining straight to his soul-- something he didn't want anyone looking at. He fought the sudden panic down, and showed no sign of fear. Dagan shook his head... she could be stubborn sometimes. "And what makes you certain he's stupid, Dagger?" Dagger turned her terrible focus onto Dagan, who simply ignored it. "He's trying to join us." She didn't like this person approaching them, and she wanted him to go away. Del lay a comforting hand on Dagger's shoulder and leaned in to whisper to her, "I think we should give him a chance, honey. He seems very sincere, and Dagan's right... he could be useful." Dagger stared at Del's hand venomously, but made no attempt to move it. After a moment, the druid moved the hand herself; the matter was settled. "Fine." Dagger practically spat the word. The large man nodded, relieved. "I am Uruz." Introductions proceeded to go around the table, and the mercenaries discussed their tactics and their roles with the new blood. Dagger stared at Uruz the entire time, frustrated by her inability to make the large man catch fire. Quick to try to change the subject, Dagan asked, "Can we go kill some goblins now?" He stood up and reached for his gear, hoping the others would do the same. Fortunately, the two tieflings did, and Dagger followed suit-- if they were all going, there was no sense in being left behind. As the party left Pike Falls behind them and walked into the mountains, Uruz turned to Dagan and spoke quietly, as the two were both on foot. "The little one is crazy." Dagan shook his head. "They're all crazy." Both warriors kept a brisk walking pace, easily keeping up with the horses as long as the others did not ride hard.  Dagger looked over at Dagan from her pony. "My kitty might get hungry soon." She spurred her pony to trot a little faster, moving her away from Dagan and the party's newest member.</blockquote>

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