Tarumen, Land of Earth and Sky
- Thread starter Isida Kep'Tukari
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"And ones with an exaggerated sense of self-importance," she returns with a grin at the druid. "Well, speculation aside, we probably need to find that survivor. She may have some valuable information to give if nothing else. "Maybe Cirlioniel and I could find the last place were an attack occured and start from there, tracking wise."
sword-dancer
Explorer
Cirlioniel ned Uirlianelen
" Hindrance ... or bait?" *he says harsher than usual*
"That ... could .. be them..."
" Hindrance ... or bait?" *he says harsher than usual*
"That ... could .. be them..."
*A serving maid comes back while the group is discussing.*
"Hello there! Does anyone want some rabbit stew and smoked pigeon hash?" she asks brightly.
*The second table, the one that had the various merchants at it, is mostly empty now except for an old man who seems to be dozing. Wearing the gray robes of some wandering magicians, he has a gray pointed hat on the table next to him. A long gray beard and equally long hair trail down his body. A gnarled wooden staff leans next to him, and a silver tabby cat is curled up around it. The man's chin touches his chest, and the occasional soft snore emerges from his mouth.*
"Hello there! Does anyone want some rabbit stew and smoked pigeon hash?" she asks brightly.
*The second table, the one that had the various merchants at it, is mostly empty now except for an old man who seems to be dozing. Wearing the gray robes of some wandering magicians, he has a gray pointed hat on the table next to him. A long gray beard and equally long hair trail down his body. A gnarled wooden staff leans next to him, and a silver tabby cat is curled up around it. The man's chin touches his chest, and the occasional soft snore emerges from his mouth.*
"'Twill be a silver, miss," the serving maid says. Money collected, she goes and returns with the stew and cider. She sets them down with a smile, then makes a quick detour to the sleeping magician. "Kirendor, Kirendor, you fell asleep again," she says, gently shaking the man's shoulder.
Cerithea smiled at the old wizard. He reminded her a great deal of her great times three grandfather. He was so old that he showed signs of aging, a rarity amongst elves and could often times, well most of the time be found 'meditating'. She grinned. He was a crazy coot, but she was awfully fond of him nonetheless.
She dug into the stew, enjoying the flavors. It had been along time since she had anything cooked by someone else. It was a pleasant change.
Swallowing the spoonful of stew, she looked at the others. "So, we have a plan set?" she asked them.
She dug into the stew, enjoying the flavors. It had been along time since she had anything cooked by someone else. It was a pleasant change.
Swallowing the spoonful of stew, she looked at the others. "So, we have a plan set?" she asked them.
sword-dancer
Explorer
Cirlioniel ned Uirlianelen
"The.. beginning at... last..., I ´ve to.. deliver a message... tomorrow... morning which.. should.. take... about... an hour, when you fill up.. your equipment..., would.. you buy me an hatchet..., a pot..., a pan.. and.. a few trail... rations... please..."
"The.. beginning at... last..., I ´ve to.. deliver a message... tomorrow... morning which.. should.. take... about... an hour, when you fill up.. your equipment..., would.. you buy me an hatchet..., a pot..., a pan.. and.. a few trail... rations... please..."
sword-dancer
Explorer
Cirlioniel ned Uirlianelen
"Your equipment... will me do.. no good... when we`re not... together"
An experienced traveeler and ranger should know that, why?
"Your equipment... will me do.. no good... when we`re not... together"
An experienced traveeler and ranger should know that, why?
