The Ancient Paths - Path I

[Majin]

Damn it all, she is quite the little clever one, isn't she? Nae'talis thinks in response to Syrriel's "revealing" monologue. An expression crosses the wizard's face that resembles the closest thing to a smile yet as he slowly takes a seat once more, taking his time as if he owned the place, all the while studying Syrriel for any sign of irritation.

After a long sigh, he asks, You are a bard, are you not? I seem to see a possibility for you to make yourself useful. We have a number of items that I'd like you to take a closer look at, all perhaps magical. I do not have the time, the inclination, nor the space to waste on such a trivial spell and perhaps your unique talents could be of some help. That is of course, if you are capable," he adds. "If anything other than our continued services is required, a small portion of our reward I feel would be payment enough for your time. Do you find this to be an acceptable arrangement?"

[sblock]The shield would be yours then I think, that is unless Dhes wants to fight you for it. [/sblock]

 

[hippocrachus]

~ The Adventurers ~

Syrriel nods at Dowkan, glad to see the dwarf was willing to work. Her reply is cut short by Nae'talis' arrogant terms.
"That is neither here nor there, wizard. I'm sure I can determine the manner and make of your trinkets you have no time for." Her tone suggests what she thinks Nae'talis is capable of. "I will charge what I feel my time is worth. You may serve the Tyrrans, but I don't. And I certainly don't serve you."
Considering the conversation at an end, whether the adventurers wish it to be or not, Syrriel struts past them into the room in the back partioned off from the main one.
"Leave those things on the bench and I will look into it when I find the time. You can talk to Harad about your reward for the ogre."
A door slams and the group is left in silence.

 

[Majin]

At Syrriel's departure, Nae'talis leans back, resting the tips of his fingers together, a thoughtful expression on his face. His gaze goes to Dowkan, but he says nothing.

 

[Legildur]

"Reward?" asks Dowkan as he leers at Syrriel as she makes her way into the back room. "Mmmm. A pity I wasn't there for the ogre," he mutters.
[SBLOCK=OOC]If Dhes/Hrolf want the shield, then so be it, because in my view it was acquired before Dowkan came on the scene. But Dowkan would make damned good use of it [/SBLOCK]

 

[Majin]

"Quite," Nae'talis agrees. "We could have used it to purchase more supplies. Perhaps I can barter for our full share, since either way they look at it, Belgal was with us when we killed the ogre, he would deserve his share dispersed among the remaining members, or if they like, the job was completed with one less man, thus awarding the smaller team more in compensation. Or..." the wizard continued, turning to eye Hrolf. "You have sway with your brethren I assume. Either way you were there. Perhaps you can vouch for us and earn us Belgal's salary, hmm?"

 

[Dhes]

"You have sway with your brethren I assume. Either way you were there. Perhaps you can vouch for us and earn us Belgal's salary, hmm?"

”What do you main with sway? I don’t intend to use the trust of my brothers to increase your coffers. I’m sure Belgal still has kin; any money will go to them, if no kin survives all the money will go to the counsel and they will use it to help the poor.”

After arraying their loot on the table for Syrriel to have a look, Hrolf turns to Nae’talis, ”You should show Lady Syrriel more respect, People wiser than you have seen her fit to lead this operation.”

With that he gathers his things and steps out of the hovel, ”We should find the Elf and look for new accommodations”

 

[ae1vart0n]

Hildor looks disparagingly at Sunder. The dwarf had perhaps not seen the sword he so quickly dismissed. It didnt matter. None of his equipment was so damaged as to require his services. And Hildor wasn't the one to show off.

Hearing some argument behind him he didn't care to make out, he tried to find a place ot himself where he could consider what to do with this troublesome key.

 

[Legildur]

Dowkan simply grins as Hrolf and Nae'talis bicker. "I'll leave it to you to find the accomodation," he says. "I'm gonna see a friend and then see what I can do to help around here," he adds as he steps out of Syrriel's 'residence', taking his gear with him.

Walking around the devastated hamlet, Dowkan eventually finds the smithy and Sunder ordering other dwarves in a frenzy of activity. "Good to see ya ain't as idle as ya usually are," he calls to the old dwarf. After a bit more verbal sparring with him, Dowkan sees if he needs an untrained hand to work in the smithy. If not, then Dowkan will cruise Silverydown until he finds a place that he can make himself useful.

 

[hippocrachus]

~ Hrolf & Nae'talis ~

The "Elf" proves more elusive than either of the two adventurers could've presumed possible in the small hamlet. They do however find Harad who happily gives the party's reward to Hrolf for safe keeping and proper distribution.
"You have done yourself great honor, Brother Hrolf. The Justiciars will always welcome one with your devotion." The Justiciar lieutenant claps Hrolf's shoulders and marches off in the direction of Syrriel's quarters.
The two adventurers come to the third largest building in Silverdown soon after and enter to find several men being ordered about by a broad-faced woman in legion mail.
"Tyr's justice serve. You here to help, then?" the woman says in a too thick northern accent.

~ Dowkan ~

"Ain't ye got a wizard ta see to?" Sunder jabs at Dowkan's back as he leaves the smithy to those more experienced.
If work is what Dowkan seeks, he can find it plentiful in the reconstruction of Silverdown. Any number of groups of men and dwarves hail the dwarven mercenary to join them in lifting, chiseling, dragging, and chopping. The Temple of Tyr seems the most appreciative of assistance, going so far as to reward those that would help rebuild the Temple a potion with healing properties.

~ Hildor ~

Hildor doesn't wander around long before he hears a familiar cynical voice in the back of his mind.
"Where is the wizard? You tempt me to teach you a sharp lesson."

 

[Legildur]

Dowkan assists with the reconstruction of the Temple of Tyr.