Warriors Of The Coast

Bront said:
"I don't think we're quite that close Nelson, but it certaintly isn't heading towards the other tribe's teritory," Zan says. "Must have been something pretty interesting to bring so much attention out here," Zan finishes, looking at Jina with a studious gaze, almost as if examining some artifact.
"Zan, don't be daft. Scaled Might's been hammering the walls. I don't care what you've read in some dusty book, we're keen t'close to where'n they'll be creepin' around on their way to have tea with Jina's Pa. For all we know they've dug themselves a mudhold unner where we stand alike, and they're just a'titterin' down'er checking up yer nose for fleas. People move. Yer drawin' of Seawell in the library's missin' three or four houses too - an' that gets fixed every so often. Naw, they's out here fer sure. Which means, where? Are those Lizard tracks? Pirates could be out here too I s'pose. Which might make some sense as t'why the Lizards are so hot to flatten themselves against the wall rit now," Nelson retorted.

"Or maybe it's all some dark conspiracy from the noble houses...t'steal away the treasures of Seawell and harvest dragonshards fer themselves in some unholy alliance with the Lizards. Damn their black hearts to Khyber! That's IT!" Nelson exclaimed, alarming the rest of the group until they saw the malicious gleam in his eye.

"We should go to the lighthouse anyways, as long as we're out here. They might be able to tell us somethin' clearer on the goin's on out here than we might otherwise know, or else we'll find a hot lot of Lizards to clear the air with anyways, without goin' into their territory. An' heck, we might find pirates and nobles, ridin' clawfeet sippin' wine n'twiddlin' nefarious moustaches. Can't be any weirder n'things are already bein'."

"I shore could use m'self a drink r'three myself. It's a mite hot out here."
 

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Ari continues to look for tracks while the others speculate.
Zan said:
"I don't think we're quite that close Nelson, but it certaintly isn't heading towards the other tribe's teritory,"
"Well, the lighthouse...", Ari began under his breath, but then Nelson beat him to it. Sort of.
Nelson said:
"Zan, don't be daft. Scaled Might's been hammering the walls. I don't care what you've read in some dusty book, we're keen t'close to where'n they'll be creepin' around on their way to have tea with Jina's Pa....

...We should go to the lighthouse anyways, as long as we're out here. They might be able to tell us somethin' clearer on the goin's on out here than we might otherwise know, or else we'll find a hot lot of Lizards to clear the air with anyways, without goin' into their territory."
Ari ignored the comment about the houses; joke or not, it was something you became innured to after a while. Once Nelson finished, he started again.

"Actually, the lighthouse is just due south of here. But, I remember Silversun saying something about not hearing from them for some time---about the time this last flare up occured. Regardless, unless Jango's trail leads that way, we'll have to leave them until this first job is done."

With that, he continues looking for tracks. [OCC: Search, probably to assist Taviss]
 

"Naw, haven't been able to trade with them n'the lighthouse fer awhile. It's bad fer business, trouble with the lighthouse means less'n ships come in. Gets us all isolated like, n'that means the prices on Breland Ale goes up. Dammit."

"After'n we're off bein' rescuin' Jango it shore would be nice to pull a swig from a top o'Breland Ale afterwards. Besides, it makes everyone appreciate my uncle's brew more, with less of a'bite n'more krellen berries. Do they have krellen berries in Breland? Probably not. They're all a bit backwards out there in civilization, tradin' away the simple pleasures in life fer exotic hedonisms and fast livin'. One of these days I'm gonna go to Sharn, and walk myself up one f'them towers. That must be a sight, plum near up to the stars..." Nelson's voice trailed away into mumbles.

Unconsciously Nelson began to walk toward the lighthouse, his head in the clouds, whistling a lilting holler punctuated by the staccato clicks and leg slapping that marked the strange Luttin musical delivery, his head bobbing in utter disregard for the world around him, every so often telling the lyrics to "Pirate In The Pig".
 

Khalia starts looking around the area where Jina and her brother were attacked in much the same manner that she had the previous area (search, taking 10, gets a 17), though her ears perk up when Nelson mentioned "consipiracy of noble houses".

First he insults my faith. Then my family. Is he going to mock Thrane next to complete the cycle?
 


"Well, Nelson, I think we're here to find what happened to Jango, not satiate your thirst," Zan says. "So, if Jina can give us a clue as to why she was here, and perhaps where the attack came from, maybe that would help more than heading towards where the beer is cold?"
 

"Jus' stating some simple economics Zan. Some of us have to pay attention to the coin that we and ours spend and don't get it put on'r platter with a set o'silver to stuff it in," Nelson said evenhandedly.

"The point isn't that the beer isn't cold or where the beer is at, it's that the lighthouse is an important part of the community. Something that you'd alike remembered better if you hadn't left us fer your high falutin' schoolin' back west. It's possible that the lighhouse folks found Jango and got'em back there jus' like the people in town found Jina. It's also just important, and fer the person that everyone's been accusin' six ways twisted round inta thirteen knots it's pretty silly fer me to always have to be the one to be remindin' people about bein' responsible. I might not be doin'th world favors fer flowers n'warm embraces - but at least I know when somethin' needs doin' and say to do it."

He sighed.

"This is why I'm never goin' t'be a good person. There jus' ain't no good role models in m'peers," Nelson lamented dramatically. "It's a certain that I'm gonna end up barefoot and pregnant, cuttin' fish and washin' drawers with the quality of examplin' I'm gettin'."

Nelson buried his face in his hands, apparently weeping until his performance was over. Then, with a roll of his hips and shoulders, he continued to slowly ease his way to the south.

"It's easier when you admit I'm right. Makes travelin' quicker."

Nelson resumed his whistling, but the wit in his eye was gone and the tune was cool and distant sounding.
 



"Lighthouse isn't going anywhere; Jango should be our concern now." Ari then turns from his trail finding for a moment to give Nelson a wicked smile. "Anyway, I am thinking about the coin that 'I and mine make,' as you so politely pointed out earlier today."
 

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