The Ancient Paths - Path I

[Majin]

"I am not his friend, dwarf..." Nae'talis replies, speaking over any response Hildor might attempt to utter. Dowkan's eyes on the axe in the young wizard's hand does not escape his notice, but Nae'talis' face is a mask of indifference. "We are a group here at the behest of the Church of Tyr out of Silverymoon," he states simply, leaving it at that, eyeing the dwarf's reaction, gauging him for any sign of hostility.

 

[Legildur]

"We are a group here at the behest of the Church of Tyr out of Silverymoon," he states simply, leaving it at that, eyeing the dwarf's reaction, gauging him for any sign of hostility.

The dwarf's head tilts to one side to consider the statement and gradually lowers his large wooden shield from the ready position. The throwing axe is still in his right hand, but the arm now hanging straight down.

"Well, ain't that quaint. As so am I and me friends, too," he adds, gesturing over his shoulder. (OOC: Gee I hope I have that right, it's not 100% clear to me at the moment)

 

[Majin]

Nae'talis relaxes slightly, but his expression does not change. "So I take it the church of Tyr does not trust in our abilities to accomplish our task without aid?"

 

[Legildur]

Nae'talis relaxes slightly, but his expression does not change. "So I take it the church of Tyr does not trust in our abilities to accomplish our task without aid?"

"Humph!" scoffs Dowkan as he spits on the stone floor. "How in the two moons would I know?" he retorts. "I'm just the hired hand. They didn' say anytin to me about others being down here."

 

[Majin]

Dowkan can not be sure whether the momentary upturn at the corners of Nae'talis' mouth was a smile or involuntary muscle twitch, for just as quick as it appeared the man's lips are a thin line again. "So another one caught in the throes of incompetance," his eyes dart quickly to the elf next to him and then back. "I sympathize with your plight. I am Nae'talis Ves'Aru. This discredit to the elven race next to me is Hildor," he explains, purposefully dropping the elf's surname.

 

[Legildur]

"So another one caught in the throes of incompetance," his eyes dart quickly to the elf next to him and then back. "I sympathize with your plight. I am Nae'talis Ves'Aru. This discredit to the elven race next to me is Hildor," he explains, purposefully dropping the elf's surname.

Dowkan grunts in agreement at the mention of incompetence. "Of course he's a discredit. He's an elf."

"I be Dowkan, and I'm pleased to meet something that I don't have to bury my axe in. But now I'm confused about what I'm exactly meant to be doin'. No one said anything about others from the Church being down here."

 

[Majin]

Nae'talis says nothing to the dwarf's further comments about the elf, but he was inwardly amused to see old fashioned dwarf-elf animosity at work in front of him.

Keeping any number of potential reasons the church might send mercenaries in after them, Nae'talis looks to Hrolf and then back to Dowkan. "Well met, Dowkan. You mention others with you. How many are you exactly?"

 

[ae1vart0n]

Hildor stands to brush of the dust from the fall and allows the others to speak. He was stuck. If he tried to sneak off again they'd get suspcious. Mars would need to wait. And this new company made it less likely Nae'talis would want their company much longer. Hildor could only hope that these new aquaintances wouldn't want to stick around.

[sblock]I don't remember Nae'talis (or anyone else for that matter) ever getting Hildor's surname [/sblock]

 

[Majin]

[sblock]I could swear he did the first time we met. Ah well, either way, Nae'talis wouldn't use it anyway [/sblock]

 

[hippocrachus]

~ Hildor ~

Times up.
What is your current situation? a voice sounds in Hildor's mind. Mars. Neither the dwarf or his companions seem to notice.