Balth looked up from his haunches to the others that arrived outside the tavern and were caught up in conversation. He winced slightly as Kilbeth recounted his tale.
It would seem you and I share a similar character trait, my horned friend: I do not care for those who use position, power and force to prey on the weak.
Balth stands from his squatting position, his cloak slimming around him as he rises.
I am sorry to overhear of your plight, but know that should you need it, my bow is at your back. Perhaps Phoebus will smile upon us, and those which you seek will be on our path.
At any rate, I hope that the remainder of the party arrives soon. I long to stretch my legs and bring this murderer to justice quickly. Tis not that I mind aiding the Gods with lesser tasks, but the sage struck me as... oily. I wish to be done with this errand and if Phoebus does not favor us by combining ours and Kilbeth's goals; I would rather move on to perhaps more noble ventures, even if there is less coin in it.
Balth looks at Raiyek, who listens intently to every word that anyone says.
I wonder if he trained as a scribe, to listen so hard to everything, he thinks to himself. He then slowly grins, Perhaps his shunning of our people's ways has made him slow, and he must concentrate so very hard to understand us. He seriously studied the polished warrior for a moment, his smile fading. Probably not, although 'tis an amusing thought.
From Raiyek's controlled manner and careful handling of not just his manner of speech, but also of his posture and the care of his equipment, he could tell the fellow must have studied hard under a regiment somewhere.
And what of you, Raiyek, have you been seperated from your garrison?
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Coyote, your link in your sig for Kilbeth is horribly, horribly broken. Thought you'd like to know![/sblock]