The Four Lands - The Great North

Finnian watches the fishing while listening to the others discuss de Sion's situation.

"Well, it looks like we have plenty of seafood to trade. We might as well see if they will let us go see our patient. Speculating here won't get us any answers."

Finnian then starts heading toward the tribesmen surrounding de Sion's tent.
 

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Bertrand will see to the preparation of the fish and seafood, first trying to find out if there are any accomplished cooks among the castaways. His own man has some small skill can serve in a pinch. He arranges the cooking of the fish as well as a crab boil. He'll use what aromatic spices he has to try and give the Northmen the scent of his cooking in return as an aid to any negotiations.
 

With things seemingly safe for a moment, Vadric spends some time playing with the wolf pups. The priest borrows some more milk from Bertrand, and ensures that the pups are fed.
 

Jaroth

Jaroth stands on the Hillock, cold sea wind blowing his silver hair. His cowl is down and his eyes are scanning the area. His arms are folded across his chest inside his robe sleeves. His voluminous black cloak billows around him, giving him an ethereal characteristic.

[sblock=For DM] Jaroth is remembering the words of his order, look for us as the moon rises....

He keeps a vigilant watch, otherwise keeping to himself. [/sblock]
 

The Hillock

Bertrand set about his cooking duties and soon the air is filled with a scent of grilling and boiling seafood. Vadric meanwhile spends time with the energtic wolf pups who seem to take great delight in biting and likcing his fingers and become involved in a game of tug or war with his boot laces. Kellson, Anniston and Vorian remain in conservation about their current plight while Jaroth stands aloof from the entire group. Finnian proceeds to the pavillion tent. As he begins to move towards the pavillion and away from the HIllock, there is a disturbance in the camp as several riders mount begin to mount. In less than five minutes, Finnian reaches the line of fires and poles marking the tribesmen encampment.

OCC Remember that the first line of fires in poles form a crescent around the hillock running from beach to beach so to get to the pavillion, Finnian will have to cross there boundary or go swimming in the ocean for a short distance then swim back to shore beyond the boundaries of the encampment.

For Jaroth
[sblock]It is about an hour till moonrise.[/sblock]
 

Jaroth

Knowing they are not out of the fire yet and fearing an attack by the order Drakar before his Order arrives, Jaroth is keeping a vigilant eye out for trouble from sea, land and sky.
 

Finnian pauses approximately thirty feet back from the line marked by the tribesman's poles and sits watching the tribesmen preparing to meet him. He turns to watch the sunset while waiting and begins singing softly about the glories of the natural world around.
 

Anniston approaches the line of fires.

"Finnian, I see no reason to wait here. Let us proceed."

Anniston will approach the lines in a casual, friendly manner. When he is stopped by the guards he will motion that he is going to the tent to retreive a sick companion from the ship. He will attempt to communicate in Northern Gaulic and hand-signals.
 

Finnian holds up a hand to Anniston.

"While the tent and its contents are ours to deal with, the territory around it is theirs. We should wait to be acknowledged. We don't want to do anything that might be misconstrued. I'm not sure how freely we may move under the bond of salt."
 

"I agree that diplomacy is in order and I will not cross their lines without permission. But I will not wait for them to approach. Our freedom under these circumstances is clearly limited, but I do not perceive us to be prisoners. By approaching their lines in a friendly manner we will quickly determine our status in their eyes."

Anniston continues towards the lines unless Finnian persists in his objection.
 

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