Urn Your Pay (Rae judging)

[Halford]

"'Cor just like Mum used to pickle! Verdante bless the trees she's feedin'."

Erf pulls his tiny dagger and deftly spears a piece of lizard flesh eating it with lip smacking gusto before turning his attentions to the pickled onions - balancing one upon a wedge of cheese as he flips a few chunks of pickled lizard into the air to be devoured by Fenenn.

 

[Trouvere]

"We eat 'em whole an' wi' th' skin oan," Gildrim says. "They're mair crinchy an' chewy." But after sampling, he digs in with enthusiasm.

 

[Halford]

"Ye 'ave to try me snake head stew Gildrim, I'll make some once we're in the swamp. That being said you can't beat a bitte gator neck, its the best part, but a bit harder to come by!"

 

[Jerrand Redband]

Cyian

Actually looking forward to the meal Cyian grabs a few pieces of cheese." What can you tell us of Sister Anemone and the temple we would like to visit." he asks the boy? After hearing Erf, Cyian takes a few pieces of cheese and puts them in a pocket. He makes a face and you know he's thinking a snake head stew Yuck!

OOC: how long did it take us to get here?? need to keep track of my rations thanks

 

[covaithe]

The boy sits down with his own chunk of cheese. "Well, what sort of thing do you want to know?"

ooc: Without taking the time to go back and look at what I actually posted, I think it was about 5 days travel to get here. But Erf and Ter-raen were hunting for the party for at least the first three and a half days. I'll leave it up to them whether they kept hunting after the encounter with Carlos or not.

 

[Jerrand Redband]

Cyian

Cyian gives Gildrim a hopeful glance, shrugging his shoulders as he takes another bite. He looks at the stage from across the room and his fingers start to itch.

 

[Trouvere]

Gildrim looks back at Cyian. "Whit? Me? Ye were th' ane that asked." He sighs. "Ah'm tryin' tae think ay a quaisten that willnae mak' it soond like we're plannin' tae rob th' place. Acause we're no. Sae Ah willnae ask, 'Dis she live oot thaur aw oan her ain?' Ah'm jes' cuiriuos. Whit wad lead a lassie tae spend her life at th' lip ay a great auld swamp? Ah ken thaur's a awfu lot ay watter thaur."

 

[covaithe]

Soren looks at Gildrim in consternation, then turns slowly to Cyian. "Is he.... talking? Or should I go fetch Sister Anemone? Last time I saw a man make noises like that was when my uncle Sargus had a brainstorm that left him paralyzed."

ooc: int check to understand Gildrim's accent: 1d20+1=3

 

[Halford]

Erf snorts loudly spraying a hunk of pickled lizard out onto the floor. Fenenn, ever the gormet, moves over and eats it.

 

[Jerrand Redband]

Cyian

"No Soren he's al... You know a good tonic might fix him at that. Something awful tasting may keep his tongue from... Ha HA!" Cyian can't keep a staight face and starts to laugh."Sorry Gildrim, No he is alright. And he said," Cyian clears his throat and does his best Gildrim impersion."I'm trying to think of a question that will not make it sound like we're planning to rob the place. Because we are not. So I will ask 'Does she, the sister live out there all on her own? I'm just curious. What would lead a lassie to spend her life at the lip of a great old swamp? I think there's an awful lot of water there.' " Cyian looks sheepishly at the dwarf."After the story you told us on the way here, I 've been picking up another language: Gildrimnese." Cyian breaks into another small bought of laughing.

[sblock=ooc] Will take a rank in speak languages=Dwarf at second level thanks to Gildrim's teaching.[/sblock]