digimattic
First Post
Arnir heads to bed early and goes over his spells, though he knows he is unlikely to be able to use them and wakes the next morning feeling fresh and alert, even if still a bit sore. He makes his way down to where his companions wait and listens to them banter back and forth but finds himself focused almost exclusively on his missing bow feeling naked and vulnerable without it.
"I truly do not care whether Merrywinter lives or dies- he is a hired assassin and there may be others. I just want my bloody bow back!"
Arnir lounges about for the rest of the morning and follows Kirio to the inn for lunch. Despite feeling no actual hunger, his nervousness inspires him to order half a honey-roast capon with leeks and potatoes and he picks at it until Smeed shows up. Letting the halfling say his piece Arnir then pipes up. "It shall be as you say Smeed, however there is one unnegotiable condition on our partnership, namely should these men be found in the possession of our weapons, their rightful owners reclaim them. This does not count towards each person's share of potential booty."
"I truly do not care whether Merrywinter lives or dies- he is a hired assassin and there may be others. I just want my bloody bow back!"
Arnir lounges about for the rest of the morning and follows Kirio to the inn for lunch. Despite feeling no actual hunger, his nervousness inspires him to order half a honey-roast capon with leeks and potatoes and he picks at it until Smeed shows up. Letting the halfling say his piece Arnir then pipes up. "It shall be as you say Smeed, however there is one unnegotiable condition on our partnership, namely should these men be found in the possession of our weapons, their rightful owners reclaim them. This does not count towards each person's share of potential booty."