Remember the Cavindale! (As his betters, i think we have a duty to help him)

Swift

Swift spins around and scans the area where the sound came from. "This island is filled with disgusting creatures, isn't it. Not even so much as an 'excuse me'." He mumbles under his breath.
 

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just passed the treeline you see a human man walking in a very tipsy way.

his pants are tattered, his shirt is near threadbare. he has a bandolier of many daggers across his chest and back. his hair is long and matted and his beard hangs almost to the bottom of his chest.

he has several small bags hanging from his belt and caries a staff in one hand and a clay jug in the other.

he wears no shoes and is obviously stinking drunk....
 


Swift

Swift approaches the man in as unthreatening a way as possible. "Hello, sir, what are you doing on this gods-forsaken bit of land?"
 

as swift approaches the man finally spots him and lets out a bit of a shriek.

he drops his jug and reachs for one of his daggers and then stops and cries "RESCUE!"
 

Swift

Swift stops in his tracks. "Well, I don't know about us rescuing you, you see, we are stranded here to. I'm afraid were all in the same mess. We all have no way off this island."
 

the older mans face falls, and then he looks up again "no s%&t?" he says..then he falls on his ass and begins laughign the laugh of an insane man.
 

Swift

Swift moves away from the old man and returns to the others. "It appears that not only is he hopelessly lost, but hopelessly drunk also. As his betters, i think we have a duty to help him, but what can we do, if he comes along at best he'll be a hinderence, at worst he could get us killed. I leave the decision to the group, do we bring him along, or leave him here?"
 

Loske: (Female/Half Elf/Ranger 3)

Loske looks down at the cowering elf with a look of pity, “Wow your some weapon their laying on the ground, I’m glad you can’t see yourself from my eyes right now.” With a look of disgust she starts to walk away from the elf but thinks better of it and with her red hair cascading down her face leans down face to face to the elf whispering in elven, “Maybe when you grow some you won’t be afraid to face death like a man but in till then you need to learn that we have your back and you have ours. I don’t have the time or the energy to track threw this hellhole with a freeloader. No matter what or who is dad is.” She pushes herself up and turns to the others, “Someone see if there is anything we can for that poor old man.”
 

the older man look up "do you know how much trouble you are in? i have been here for 12 years! this place is nearly unlivable, i have to fight the gnolls constantly, and i am from a mountain home, the weather here is unbearable."

"how in the name of 7 gods did you get here anyway?"
 

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