The Lamentation of Lolth - Chapter I

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*Meekis goes a little pale at the idea of confronting the lizardmen directly, and chews on his lip on consernation.*

"If they're so aggressive, maybe it would be good to not directly bother them?" he suggests with a bit of a squeek in his voice.

 

[Verbatim]

Nodding his head at the small gnome's words, Ayden thought the little fellow might be on to something.

"Perhaps we can enter under the banner of parley, and see how long that holds up. If nothing else, it will allow us to see how fast they anger at our presence."

 

[Manzanita]

Drogo halfling druid

"This discussion is premature, in any case. Tomorrow we will meet with the mayor and his counsel, and doubtlessly they'll be able to add something to our knowledge. I tend to suspect rogue elements on one side or the other (or a third party) stiring up trouble. We'll need to investigate whether anyone has something to gain by the conflict. Meanwhile, lets hit the sack."

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

Mosslime: Finhead Saurial/Male

Mosslime nods his head in comprehension when he is told of the possible reaction from the villagers and the lizardfolk. He listens to all as they speak but he has asks no questions do to his limited exposure to the world outside of the vale.

 

[Majin]

Trond stays quiet this whole time, listening to the discussion around the table. Finally he speaks, "Well it looks as I may have found the right people for the job," he says, joyfully. "I'm sure tommorrow the mayor will fill you in on all the other little details. Now if there are no further questions, I think it best that I be on my way then."

 

[Jarval]

Andreas Darants, Human Sorcerer

"I'm happy to help, of course, but are we going to be paid for our services? I hate to be so appallingly mercenary about this, but I'm down to my last few silver." Andreas chips in, looking slightly embarrassed at his question.

"As for my own skills, I'm a sorcerer of some ability. Hopefully I've got a spell or two that could help in any situation we might find ourselves in."

 

[Majin]

Trond smirks at the mention of payment. "It is the mayor's decision on what the reward will be. I wouldn't worry though, I'm sure it will be appropriate to the services rendered by all of you."

 

[Verbatim]

Ayden Wyvernspur - Priest

Trond smirks at the mention of payment. "It is the mayor's decision on what the reward will be. I wouldn't worry though, I'm sure it will be appropriate to the services rendered by all of you."

Groaning inwardly at the manner upon which one of his new companions requested compensation, Ayden hoped the sheriff did not think the mage was thinking with his purse only.

"Sheriff, please do not think we are seeking to make you vouch for the Mayor, but as you have pointed out, the gains we recieve will be based upon the returns we bring. I'm sure that your town will be willing to help as they can, even if the return is not measured in minted currency, especially since it is for them we will be making the journey."

Looking back to sorcerer, Ayden hoped he understood that he was trying to allow the sheriff to do his part, while making the needs of the others known as well.

 

[hippocrachus]

Calenthang remains silent for most of the conversation, not having much concern for what's being discussed at the moment. He does however make it very apparant that he agrees with the halfling and feels it is time to rest. As the conversation dies down he starts to head out of the room.
"I think we should go to our rooms now. An early start would be best and I'd hate for any of us to be tired in the morning."
With that he leaves the private dining room and goes to his bedroom. He locks the door, sets his gear by his bed, and goes to bed.

 

[Jarval]

Andreas Darants, Human Sorcerer

Andreas shifts uncomfortably under Ayden's gaze, already unhappy with his own need for money. Once the sheriff has left, he speaks with the priest.

"I do hope you realise that I wouldn't have asked for gold unless my need was truly desperate. I have less than a dozen coins to my name as of tonight, and I'm many, many miles from my home." He runs his hand back through his hair, letting out a deep sigh.

"I fear I am not the most financially able man in the world. But I am sure you don't wish to hear my troubles. I will follow our companion's example, and take to my bed." Andreas starts to finish off his mug of ale, chagrined by Ayden's disapproval.