The road to Vrux.

[Legildur]

Makas (dwarf warrior)

Makas slings his waraxe over his back and scratches his beard thoughtfully at the developments. "What in blazes is going on?" he asks rhetorically of no one in particular. "This was meant to be a simple escort job!" he growls.

With a sigh, he sets about getting the wounded onto the wagon and moved out to the bandit hideout.

 

[Mithran]

Calondor (half-elf bard)

Calondor looks at the herbs given to him for a moment then walks over to Rell and uses the herbs on Rells wounds. He then helps load the wounded on to the wagons. (Assuming Calondor can get time to speak to Morrison alone) Calondor says "Morrison, I believe I need to speak with you..."

 

[Scotley]

Rell Half-Giant Soul Knife

Rell stirs as the herbs touch his wound. Some spark of life remains in him.

 

[DarkMaster]

OOC The Herbs gives Rell 7 hp back so is still unconcsious but he looks much better.

 

[RillianPA]

As Calondor is applying the herbs to Rell, Morrison kneels down beside him to see their effect. "We have a few moments now, what's on you mind Calondor?"

 

[Mithran]

Calondor (half-elf bard)

Calondor speaks quietly to Morrison: "I have something Vr'ranr gave me, and I'm pretty suspicious about it now, he said it would be ruined if it was exposed to the air... now I'm trying to figure out what to do"

 

[DarkMaster]

OOC I will wait for Morrison and Calondor conversation before I continue

 

[Legildur]

Makas (dwarf warrior)

Makas watches wistfully as Calandor applies the herbs to Rell. "Sorry buddy," he mutters to himself as he thinks of Fror lying there unconscious. But he understands Morrison's loyalty.

He sees Morrison kneel close to Calandor and their short exchange of whispered words. He frowns, wondering just what is it that has changed this apparently simple job into a questionable task and what else could possibly go wrong.

Shrugging his shoulders, he double checks that Fror's bandage on his neck is secure and that he is comfortable for the trip to come.

 

[RillianPA]

Quietly in response to Calondor "What sort of thing? And what did he say it was for?"

 

[Mithran]

Calondor (half-elf bard)

Still quietly to Morrison: "A little bag about the size of an orange... he said it was for his brother, a wizard of some sort. I asked what was inside exactly and Vr'ranr left pretty quickly, the whole thing gives me a bad feeling but what if I'm wrong and it really is something important?"