Raiders of Aundair : The Dead Men Walk Again (prologue)

[Blackrat]

"Well met old friend" Jael says with a bow of his head. He takes a seat and becomes a bit confused when all the food and drink is brought before them. Having spent the last few months without food makes him wonder if he is even able to eat anymore without becoming sick. Finally he decides that good manners demand that he accepts the hospitality and lets the waiter pour him another glass of water and picks a piece of cheese.

 

[ShaggySpellsword]

Sarelo takes his seat, and dives into the food with gusto. He goes easy on the wine, hoping to keep a clear head for the discussions that will inevitably come after the meal.

 

[ethandrew]

Retief buries his plate under a heavy amount of food, his appetite large for a slender man. One had busies itself with the transport of food from plate to mouth, while the other continually replenishes the void left by the recently departed morsels. Occasionally he will stop to take a large drink of wine; a heavy red, the tannins thick, leaving a dryness that can only be satiated by another glass. He gives any who observe his 'tactics' a wide toothy grin while raising his eyebrows in a joyed exclamation.

 

[Autumn]

Ghaunder eats and drinks heartily, savoring the fine wine and delicious food. It's been some time since he's dined so well, and he tucks in with a great deal of pleasure. It's a fine thing to be back amongst old friends in such agreeable surroundings.

There, is, however, one fly in the ointment; a nagging worry that stops him from fully enjoying himself. The man Willems - he may have Lord ir'Wynarn's trust, but he doesn't inspire it in Ghaunder. He hopes, of course, that he will be proved wrong... but he can't help but feel pessimistic about the man's influence.

He stops short of pouring himself another glass of wine, deciding with an inward grumble that it may be better to keep his wits about him.

 

[Drerek]

Aaranth sits near his brother and smiles at Jael's confusion over the food. Ghaunder is not alone in his distrust of Wilems, although Aaranth has less tact. There was a reason his brother took the leadership role and not him.

After the serving staff leaves he catches the fat man's eye, "We all know each other well Goodmaster Willems, but we do not know you. Where were you stationed during the War?"

 

[Eryndur]

Konnel's eyes flick up to the portly man at Aaranth's words.
"Indeed," he murmurs over his glass of dark red Orla-un. He stares challengingly at the goodmaster, chews slowly, then stops completely, his mouth a straight line. "Please regale us."

 

[ethandrew]

"Ha!" Retief exclaims with a full mouth, "That didn't take long at all, 'twas why I got my food down so fast," he grins at his companions, but when his eyes pass over Goodmaster Willems, his face becomes cold, lines of distrust etched between his down-turned brows.

 

[Voda Vosa]

"I salute you Lord Ir'Wynarn" said Forge, as the lord made his entrance. No word was said to the other man.
When the waitresses came in with the food and the drink, Forge looked at them with confusing thoughts in his mind. "Ah... Food" He limited to seat down, on a chair, that crumbled beneath his weigh. Th warforged fell in the floor, making a loud noise, of metal and wood, like a kitchen during an earthquake. Forge incorporates slowly, with his hand on the floor of the in, trying to rise his body.
"I... apologize..." he said, as he tries to step up.

 

[DrZombie]

After the serving staff leaves he catches the fat man's eye, "We all know each other well Goodmaster Willems, but we do not know you. Where were you stationed during the War?"

[sblock=spot check DC 15]Before answering Willems shoots a look at ir'Wynarn, who gives the barest of nods, before answering.[/sblock]
The merchant looks at you all.

"Not all who fought for Aundair did so by being in the army. Some of us fought in the shadows, trying to see what the enemy wanted to keep hidden and hiding that which the enemy should not see. It was, at times, a dirty job, but I suspect you know all about that."

He sips from his drink, apparently unconcerned at being questioned.

 

[Eryndur]

Konnel narrows his eyes at the merchant, but he was intimately familiar with the shadow war that necessarily accompanied the front-line efforts. The realization and acceptance of that side of war had tested his faith to the breaking point...

"Fair enough, Goodmaster. All here know the value of sound intelligence and espionage. Countless lives were saved." The paladin turns to the First Warlord.

"Please, Lord, how may we serve Aundair?"

[sblock=Sense Motive check]Konnel attempts to discern the context of WIllems' unspoken exchange with Adal. Sense Motive +5.[/sblock]