Storms of Change, Part 2

[GPEKO]

Bert

Filbert scans the crowd, looking for Mirena. Probably alone again ... Poor girl.. Finaly seeing her in a corner, he goes to join her, with a big smile on his face. "Hi Mirena ! How are you doing ?" After exchanging a few pleasantries, Filbert turns the conversation toward his earlier meeting with Glendrake. "From what he told me, it doesn't seem like Glendrake is willing to lift your punishement. So, if you still wish to, perhaps it will be better if you accompagny me. It might be dangerous though, since we're planning on exploring an abandonned keep up north. But it'll probably turn out to be interesting ... Anyway, what do you doing ? Coming with us or staying with the caravan ?"

 

[silentspace]

Mirena is indeed separated from the rest of the caravan group when Filbert finds her. She’s sitting at a small table, her pack by her chair. She’s not alone however, she’s surrounded by a few male humans who are putting the moves on her. She’s flirting back a bit, but when she sees Filbert her blue eyes light up and she goes over to him.

“You want me to come with you? Really?” She squeezes the little halfling tightly. “Yes, I’ll come! Thank you so much for taking me! I promise I won’t let you down! And I won’t be afraid of anything!” Mirena takes Bert’s little hand and goes to tell the other caravan guards that she’ll be leaving the caravan and going with Bert. They look a bit surprised, and also sad and regretful. They wish her the best.

Mirena is giddy with excitement. “What now?”

 

[GPEKO]

Bert

"I guess we'll be leaving tomorrow morning. So if you need to prepare anything, we should do it now." He looks at Mirena's clothes. "They said the underbrush might be very heavy near the keep. Perhaps you should get some heavier fabric."

 

[silentspace]

OOC: OK, looks like we want to leave in the morning

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Devan and Dunathar head back to the inn, disappointed and a little frustrated. The Silent Trader's building was supposed to be easy to locate!

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Back at the Slashing Sword, Darien overhears Bert and Mirena talking. "I haven’t had a chance to sell the bandit’s stuff yet. How about we equip Mirena with the bandit's gear?"

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OOC: Any final actions before leaving in the morning?

 

[Manzanita]

Manzanita Sparrow

Manzanita, realizing she probalby won't have time to copy any spells, and not feeling the need of them immediately anyway, returns to the dining area. She approaches Darien, in a lull in conversation. "Where are you heading next?"

 

[Verbatim]

Devan lets out a long sigh, then looks over to Dunathar.

"Sorry, I wasted your time. I'm just trying to do a favor a friend asked. Well, I guess we should get back with the group. Thanks for coming though.

Devan looks up to the sky with a small frown upon his face.

" Ah, mabey his right, I am just a kid, Heck I have only been away from my farm for just a little while now........Oh , well. So, ready to go now?"

Unsure of what to say to help Devan's feelings, Dunathar could only think of what his uncles had done for him when he was down on himself in his younger days.

"Screw that prig Devan, you did what you thought best. C'mon with me to the Sword, and I'll buy you a pint."

As they entered the bar, Dunathar ordered himself and Devan both a cold ale and looked for the others.

"Devan, if ye don't mind me askin', who was that Shadow fella you were lookin' for?"

 

[Hurricain]

"Devan, if ye don't mind me askin', who was that Shadow fella you were lookin' for?"

Devan takes the pint and drinks up. "Well, all i know is that he is a theif who stole something from a friend of mine. I was hoping to get more information on him. The Silent traders have a bounty on him. Hopefully I'll have another chance."

Devan stays in the tavern with the members of the group and goes to sleep when they do, hopefully not too drunk.

 

[Verbatim]

"A thief eh? Then you should have told ol' sour puss that you wanted to help collect a bounty. Gold and the promise of keeping one's gold are two mighty useful tools."

As Devan finishes his ale, Dunathar will quickly finish his as well, as to not appear less of a drinker than his companion.

"Besides, you know what they say about thieves, the only good one is a dead one..."


OOC: Dunathar will continue to chat with Devan for as long he is up to it. After Devan retires, Dunathar will do the same and ask the others in the morning where they are heading off too exactly...

 

[silentspace]

Manzanita, realizing she probalby won't have time to copy any spells, and not feeling the need of them immediately anyway, returns to the dining area. She approaches Darien, in a lull in conversation. "Where are you heading next?"

Darien replies "I'm continuing on into Goruka with Mr. Glendrake and the others. Guard duty's not glamourous, but at least I can keep fighting the good fight. You know, beat up on the bad guys! A man's got to feel useful, you know? At Mintra, with the Knights of Shillen, I did nothing but the occasional drills. Drills! Sitting around doing nothing while our enemies are gathering their forces for the next invasion!"

"I envy you. Sounds like you might be doing something useful. Did you meet your contact yet?"

At that moment there's a crash nearby, and you see a huge argument has erupted between House Hulvan's violet-cloaked men and Warden Ricsten's men. The table House Hulvan's men had been sitting at has been knocked over and out of the way by the Warden's men. They are all standing now, in each other's faces, although weapons have not been drawn.

"Say that again about Ricsten and I swear I'll throttle yer neck!"

"Afraid to hear the truth? The creatures of the wilderness are not friends to Shillen, that is true. But we don't know for sure that they are friends to Goruka. Warden Ricsten's raids are doing nothing more then provoking the creatures of the wilderness to side with Goruka."

"Ye don't know what yer talkin' about ye ignoramus! Besides, it don't matter much now, do it? We've cleared out most of the wilderness, anyway, so it don't matter either way! We're wiping 'em out!"

"Are you? How do you know? How do you know they haven't learned to avoid your patrols? Or gone into hiding? Or have gone north to seek refuge in Goruka? You don't. You're as dumb as you look. Remember, House Hulvan rules the Duchy of Rogan now. Rumor is Duke Hulvan is planning on replacing Warden Ricsten. I hear he's not pleased with his methods, or with the assortment of dumb, blood-thirsty thugs he's hired. I'm talking about you in case you're too stupid to realize it!"

Then the first punch is thrown.

 

[Verbatim]

Holding onto his second ale with a huge grin on his face, Dunathar looks over to Devan to see gauge how his new friend is taking in the scene.

"Get ready lad, I'm willing to bet you that you never thought about getting your knuckles dirty tonight."