THE HEROES OF DYVERS CHAPTER 7: CLARE'S ERRAND

[Sylvar B.]

Sylvar has been quiet through most of the exchange, bow cradled in the crook of his arm, eyes moving between the towering elf and the noisy axe on Vale’s belt. At Val’s last jab he exhales through his nose, more amused than annoyed.

“Careful, Val,” he says jokingly. “Keep calling every elf ‘shrimpboy’ and I’m going to start taking it personally.”

He steps forward a few paces so Djyn can clearly see him, hands well away from his weapons. When he speaks again, it’s in smooth, unhurried Elven.

“Ignore the axe, cousin. It was forged without a sense of tact.

I am Sylvar Belanor. My friends and I are here on an errand, which doesn't include you or your soul.”

“Near as we can tell, a someone tried to turn you into their personal watch dog and parked you in that bubble until they needed you. Something went wrong and instead of a zombie with swords, You’re awake, you’re thinking, and you’re not under their thumb. That’s the good news. The bad news is you're stuck in here with us.”

Sylvar studies Djyn’s face for a moment, then gives a short, respectful bow from the waist, then straightens.

“If you decide you want a fight, we’ll give you one. But I'd rather you walk with us for a while. We’ll tell you what we know once we’re out of here you can decide where you’re going next.”

Switching to Common.

“You have my word, warrior: until you give us a reason otherwise, we’ll treat you as guest and friend, not as cargo. Is that good enough for now?”

 

[Tellerian Hawke]

OOC: DM NOTE: Judging by the expression on Djyn's face, when you switched to Common, you completely lost him.

 

[Tellerian Hawke]

Val pipes up again in response to Sylvar's comment, as only he can: "Pay attention, slacker! I called the halfling 'shrimpboy.' I call you and your ilk 'flower eaters' and 'tree huggers.' And I was not forged; the axe was forged, and I was wished into it, so that my soul and knowledge would not be lost to a diabolical spell cast by Grazz't in an attempt to drain my soul."

 

[Sylvar B.]

Seeing the confusion on the big elf's face Sylvar apologizes and repeats himself in elvish, but not before responding to Val
" True enough you old battle-axe, you have me there."