The road to Vrux.

[Scotley]

Rell Half-Giant Soul Knife

Rell will tell jokes an exchange gossip about the rich and famous he picked working at the inn with the soldiers. "So does Nadour always use the same route and camp sites? What sort of places ill we be sleeping in?" Rell also strikes up a brief conversation with Fror as they finish lunch. "Have you been with Nadour long?"

 

[Legildur]

Makas - dwarf warrior

Makas doesn't try to make any small talk with Nadour. They have a job to do for him and nothing else. Besides, the dwarf cares little about the private affairs of his employer.

He spends some of time pondering what meals Fror might prepare. He has heard that some gnomes are particularly gifted cooks and maybe there will be some decent fare on the trip.

As Morrison approaches, Makas eyes him carefuly, still unsure about this unarmored human. He simply shrugs his shoulders at Morrison's offer to ride point with Nadour on the morrow.

With evening upon them, Makas takes out his waraxe and runs a whetstone across the blade of the finely crafted weapon favoured by his people. With little fanfair, he turns in for the night, but still wearing the breastplate armor - the lessons of the desert crossing hard learnt, regardless of their current position.

 

[Mithran]

Calondor (Half-elf bard)

Calondor wonder's about listening to the different conversations for awhile then walk's up to Morrison and say's "Would you like me to play for the group?, I must keep in practice after all"

 

[DarkMaster]

The whole trip Nadour really appreciated the presence of Makas who didn't talk much either.
--During the trip
The soldier answer to Rell that it's their third trip with them and they usually sleeps in tent. Nadour doesn't like Inn and prefers the outdoor. They also always use the same road to get to the village.

--At the night camp
You all participate in setting up the camp. The gnome is taking advantage of preparing a hot meal. The odor coming from his cauldron is delicious. After setting up the tent you all sit and the gnome serves the food. It's some king of very thick soup made with three different meat, some cereals and vegetable. The results is something very good and very consistent.

Nadour answers Morrison. "Don't know much about these brigand He eats a large spoon of soup. Morisson feels that the men seems to take his time eating, providing him with time to think about what to answers. "When they attacked us they didn't seems organised or very well trainded but they vanquised us by their sheer number. I was able to kill maybe ... 10 of them before being forced to flee. He takes another spoon. " and I wasn't able to determine who their leader was"

OOC Feel free to continue the discussion

Nadour hearing Calondor requests says pointing at him. Play, but if I don't like it you will never be allowed to touch your instrument for the rest of the trip, HAHAHAHAHAHAH Nadour seems to find himself very funny.

 

[RillianPA]

"Certainly Calondor, play us something stirring, something to remember as we go into battle."

While they eat dinner Morrison will sit near Makas, and eat quietly. When Makas finishes his meal, Morrision says "I am a traveller, not from necessity but from choice. I love the Road, and the new things I find around every bend. Please, tell me of your homeland, and of your journey to Axyr, for I love stories of the Road almost as much as the travel."

 

[Mithran]

Calondor (Half-elf bard)

Calondor eat's quickly then get's up to play. Calondor play's a stirring battle song on his instrument and sing's a song of some long ago battle of Axyr's history.

 

[Legildur]

Makas (dwarf warrior)

Makas listens to Morrison's story. He savours another bite of Fror's tasty meal as he ponders what to say. In between mouthfuls of the soup Makas utters some short sentences. Morrison gets enough to work out that Makas isn't on the road by choice and that his journey took him several arduous weeks across the desert with little to tell except for the efforts required to find food, shelter and water each day.

As the conversation reaches it's natural conclusion, at least as far as Makas is concerned, he spies Calondor preparing to sing and excuses himself from Morrison's company to grab another bowl of Fror's soup before sitting elsewhere to listen to the bard.

 

[Scotley]

Rell Half-Giant Soul Knife

Rell listens to the story and tries to enjoy the food and music, but he is nervous. His glib conversations of the morning are replaced by a brooding silence. He keeps looking out beyond the firelight for signs of trouble.

 

[DarkMaster]

Nadour listens to the bard signing for a few seconds and says I like that, you can continue HAHAHAHA (OOC I assume that he took 10)

Nadour didn't pay much attention to the dwarf story.

Rell don't see anything particular during the rest of the evening

When Makas asks for more Fror smiles with pride "Takes as much as you want, don't be shy it's there to be eaten" The gnome using his large spoon fills Makas bowl completly. Noticing that they are a bit apart he adds. "Tell me, what a man from the mountain is doing here with these humans. If you wonder what I am doing here it's simple. The local lord of my village didn't want me to mary his daughter so he banished me from my village. Ever since I travel the world with various caravan as a cook, learning various recipe and perfecting my art. I've Seen a lot of caravan master but this Nadour I simply don't trust
The gnome look around to see if anyone could have heard what he just told Makas.

As the night is about to fall, Nadour approaches Morisson. The man is smiling and Morrison can notice that a few of his teeth were replaced with gold teeth So who will do the rounds tonight? I can do one if you want . The soldier and Fror are getting ready to go to sleep.

 

[Legildur]

"Well Fror, your cookin' is nearly is good as mum's, so it's hard to say no. And aye, girl trouble is at the heart of near everything," says Makas as he continues to eat more of the soup.

Makas slowly looks around as he slurps away, just double checking who is nearby. "Aye, Nardour don't sit right with me," he whispers. "But I canna tell you why. I'll heed your warning my friend. Thank you."

As he continues to make small talk with the gnome, Makas finishes the soup, and eventually bids farewell to settle in for the night.

As he prepares his night position, he suddenly has a paranoid thought. 'What if Fror was in cahoots with Nardour and his soup was actually a sleeping draft? Too late now.'

Keeping his breastplate on, and his waraxe and shield handy, Makas sets himself to sleep, quietly cursing the sore muscles suffering from the saddle. Even though they are in a safe region, Makas intends to wake himself near midnight and at least keep a listening watch for a couple of hours during the night.