renau1g's Red Hand of Doom

[s@squ@tch]

Virashil

"Aye, the good townsfolk spoke quite highly of your knowledge of these woods." She says with a welcoming smile.

"One particular spot that we wish to visit, would be Vraath Keep."

 

[renau1g]

"Goblins! I can't stand' em" Jorr says, spitting in disgust "Wood's rotten wit' em right now. Any enemy o' theirs is a friend of mine."

Turning his attention to Virashil, the man smiles back "Well that's quite nice of them, let me guess Soranna? Well, the keep's about an eight mile trek to the north. Wouldn't surprise me if some of them goblins were holed up there. Just the kind of thing for a goblin to do. Well, if you need me to take you, I'll go for 10 gold a day" Jorr replies.

 

[Graf]

Brodi, awakened by the barking, startles in his saddle; nudging Short-toe off the shrubbery it's savaging he returns to the group.

Can you cook? or catch hares? he asks enthusiastically.

 

[EvolutionKB]

Hurrow looks to his companions, waiting to see if one accepts Jorr's offer before he himself speaks.

 

[s@squ@tch]

Virashil

Virashil sizes up the man -- and comes to the conclusion that he wouldn't get them into any unnecessary trouble.

"Deal." She says flatly.

"Do you need anytime to prepare, or should we be off now?"

She then looks up in the sky and sizes up the amount of remaining daylight.

"Do you think we'll be able to reach the Keep by dusk?"

 

[Graf]

Brodi's face assumes a slight pout "you didn't let him tell us about the hares..." he hisses.

 

[renau1g]

Looking from Virsahil to Brodi and he chuckles "Well, my good halfling, perhaps it is your lucky day. I happen to have just finished skinning and cooking a brace of hares. Today was a good day for me. I don't think we can reach the keep before dark and I'm not one fer fighting those goblins in the dark. I have enough for everyone if you'd like to come in for the night?" Jorr says, then stops for a moment.

"Oh, I never caught your name's. Like I said I ain't one to have many guests out here. "

 

[EvolutionKB]

"I am Hurrow." The shifter wonders how good this man can cook. Does he prepare rabbit as well as his family used to? Hurrow approaches the hounds slowly letting them catch his scent before scratching the top of their heads. "Dinner sounds good."

 

[s@squ@tch]

Virashil

Virashil smiles back at Brodi.

"Cheer up, little one, it seems that there will be plenty of hare to go around. No need to be stewing at this point."

She chuckles slightly at the partial pun.

She then wipes the sweat off her brow, looks at the droplets now on her forearm, then gently blows on them, causing them to instantly freeze, whereafter she flicks the ice-chips off her now-cooled arm.

"I'm not hungry just yet, but I will help myself to one of your rocking chairs on the porch."

As she moves over and hoists her lithe form into one of the rocking chairs, she starts to ask some questions of Jorr.

"So, you've noticed an increase in the number of hobgoblins in the wood as of late?"

"Any idea where they are coming from, or where they are congregating? Or even possibly why they are here in the first place?"

 

[Graf]

Brodi sniffs the air, Yer right. I can smell a stew!

Then with remarkable alacrity Short-toe his hobbled and he's headed into the hut.

Brodi, he says as an after thought.