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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Dark_Jackalope" data-source="post: 3237519" data-attributes="member: 41706">Head swiveling back and forth to take in the all-important conversation, the bugbear blinked nervously when Vhir addressed him again.  He drew a quick breath, stole a glance in Dragen’s general direction, and then said as clearly as his shaking voice could manage:“Ah swear I ain't gonna cross yeh! Whad’a I care if one pirate loses a pris’nor to another? I’m ’ere for the Prince’s protection, tha’s all... protection’s what I'm loyal to.”[sblock="Doral:"]Host, this better work... I ain’ gotta worry about the Prince if th’ crazy kobold don’ want me dead. Look at him! An’ that butcher...[/sblock]The bugbear’s voice climbed a notch with his last declaration.  His eyes swept over the group then stopped on the kobold’s face, fearfully trying to decipher how his suggestion was received.Even as the bugbear spoke, the two figures in the rain Glasia were watching drew closer.  They strode along, neither wanderingly nor particularly intentionally, their gait unaffected by puddles and gutter rivulets.  The young wizard saw no telltale gestures, but she couldn’t see their faces yet, so she did not know if they walked in silence.The gap between them and the storefront shortened, and soon they would be close enough to notice the candle flickers coming from the shop.  The figures showed no sign of slowing or turning, and Glasia could not discern whether or not they were guards.  All the same, what pedestrians would be out on a wretched night like this?</blockquote>

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