(Tavern) City of Orussus, The Red Dragon Inn VII

[Rae ArdGaoth]

Quarion nods to Sina, silently thanking her. He stands up and looks at Planus. "I also will travel the woods with you. You look as though you enjoy the wilderness as much as a druid might." As a small test, he adds in the Sylvan tongue of the forest, "Hopai yr'sylvesterai dana sae eassae." Hoping for a smile of recognition, Quarion waits for a response.

Sylvan translation: May the spirits of the People bless you for eternity.

 

[fuzzy]

"Hopai yr'sylvesterai dana sae eassae."

"Huh. What language was that in?"

Rika walks to the door. "We should probably move out soon."

 

[SlagMortar]

"Well, I do like the woods, but my uncle never taught me the language of the druids."

 

[Rae ArdGaoth]

Quarion smiles sadly. "Ah, I see. However, I spoke not the language of the Druids; my words were Sylvan, language of the forest. Though it is forbidden for me to teach you Druidic, perhaps on the road I shall share some Sylvan phrases with you."

 

[Kahuna Burger]

(ooc: except for the descriptions and directions (and maybe buying a map) we all seem ready to move out. Otu, do you want to start two seperate threads for the different scouting groups?)

 

[Knight Otu]

Jakub smiles at the eagerness of the adventurers in the tavern. As Jack asks of payment, he frowns a little, but says "Well, should the dragon's hoard not be as bountyful as legends say of dragon hoards, I guess I can help out a bit in that department. Don't worry too much about that. Sina, I think it is best if you stay here at the inn for the time being. I'm sure Joe has a nice room for you, right Joe?

And, Joe, you might want to make sure that Rupert doesn't find out too soon.

Ladies and gentlemen, I have a small wagon I normally use for my goods, but is mostly empty right now. We can use it to get to Grenton, and for a bit of planning."

 

[Rae ArdGaoth]

After nodding to the merchant, Quarion kneels again to look at Sina. "Fear not, little one. The fate of your village is in good hands now, our hands." Resisting the urge to hug the pitiful girl, the tall elf forces himself to stand and walk out of the tavern.

 

[SlagMortar]

With a wink at Sina, Planus adds "Why worry? Mongrel will help us." as he heads out the door to the wagon.

 

[jayaint]

Thanyvan looks around and nods. He settles his black owl on his shoulder and scuttles out the door.

 

[spycat]

"Guess I'll just have to wait for the next party"

orders another mead.