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For Glory?
Morris cocks his head to one side and looks at Fonkin curiously, perhaps unused to being so politely addressed by strangers. He caws and hops a little, as if waiting.
"Was that druid we met earlier Fendil's father?" Dru asks as she politely wipes her mouth with her napkin. "I thought he'd told us everything he knew already."
[OOC: If anyone can remember the druid's name, I'd be much obliged. I can't for the life of me remember...]
"Maybe he's got a new batch of those potions ready," Chloe guessed, comparatively crudely wiping her mouth on her fingerless gloves as her napkin is nowhere to be seen. "At any rate, we should be heading out. I'm going to go check on Deuce in the stable, but I'll grab my stuff out of my room and be down here and ready in 10-15 minutes." She swings out of her chair and deftly swipes the flowers from the table centerpiece before scampering off towards the entry to the stables, turning the heads of two people at a nearby large table with her passing.
Dru and Helgass also stand up, each having finished their meals, and the waitress returns to retrieve the their last empty plates and mugs. You see, almost immediately following their rising, that three men at the same large table also stand up, looking very squarely at you. Helgass, having his eyes still glued to the pretty waitress, does not notice their approach until they are practically next to him.
"Pardon our eavesdropping," begins their apparent leader, "but we thought we heard you mention something about going to Glory." He looks to be about 30, with blue eyes and straw-colored hair and short beard. You notice an acorn around his neck with Obad-Hai's face carved into it. "My name is Carden, and I'm leading a group of pilgrims to Glory tomorrow morning." He gestures to the other two men behind him. "I couldn't help noticing that you seem to be adventurers and warriors, and I was wondering if you wouldn't mind travelling with us on our way to Glory."
"Ah, yes, I am indeed a warrior," Helgass beams proudly, thumping his armored chest with a bit of a clang, startling both Athena and Morris. "I have faced great perils and--"
"You mentioned that you noticed we were warriors and adventurers, Carden?" Dru wisely cuts Helgass off in what was almost certainly going to be a long account of his personal glory and gets right down to business. "Is there something else we should know?"
Carden smiles gratefully for the interruption, "Well, as you probably know, the days grow dim and short. It is no longer safe to travel alone on the roads, especially during the night. The more the merrier?" He smiles in what he hopes is a winning manner at a woman he only hopes is in her early twenties.
Dru, however, is much older than she looks, thanks to her half-elven blood, and recognizes immediately what this is. "And how many pilgrims are you talking about? We're a party of 5, I think we can handle pretty--"
"We'll pay you" squeaks the younger of the two men in back, who yelps immediately after, having apparently been kicked by the other young man, who grumbles, "Great going, Darmer." Darmer appears to be your typical pimply-faced youth of perhaps 16 with a tousled mop of mousy brown hair and a trembling demeanor.
Carden turns toward Darmer, presumably glaring at the young man, before turning back to Dru. "This is Aust and Darmer," he says, indicating the two young men. "Yes, we are willing to pay for your accompaniment if you would promise to keep us safe from whatever may come out of the forest in the 3 days' journey to Glory. There are 20 of us, and we would be willing to pay you 20 gold pieces each. What say you?"
Aust is a handsome young man who looks at first to be in his mid-twenties, but upon closer inspection appears to be a half-elf. His ears are a bit short for a half-elf, although that might be an effect of his hair, being a shower of shoulder-length pale gold locks very close to the color of his ivory skin. His eyes are green and grumpy.
"Was that druid we met earlier Fendil's father?" Dru asks as she politely wipes her mouth with her napkin. "I thought he'd told us everything he knew already."
[OOC: If anyone can remember the druid's name, I'd be much obliged. I can't for the life of me remember...]
"Maybe he's got a new batch of those potions ready," Chloe guessed, comparatively crudely wiping her mouth on her fingerless gloves as her napkin is nowhere to be seen. "At any rate, we should be heading out. I'm going to go check on Deuce in the stable, but I'll grab my stuff out of my room and be down here and ready in 10-15 minutes." She swings out of her chair and deftly swipes the flowers from the table centerpiece before scampering off towards the entry to the stables, turning the heads of two people at a nearby large table with her passing.
Dru and Helgass also stand up, each having finished their meals, and the waitress returns to retrieve the their last empty plates and mugs. You see, almost immediately following their rising, that three men at the same large table also stand up, looking very squarely at you. Helgass, having his eyes still glued to the pretty waitress, does not notice their approach until they are practically next to him.
"Pardon our eavesdropping," begins their apparent leader, "but we thought we heard you mention something about going to Glory." He looks to be about 30, with blue eyes and straw-colored hair and short beard. You notice an acorn around his neck with Obad-Hai's face carved into it. "My name is Carden, and I'm leading a group of pilgrims to Glory tomorrow morning." He gestures to the other two men behind him. "I couldn't help noticing that you seem to be adventurers and warriors, and I was wondering if you wouldn't mind travelling with us on our way to Glory."
"Ah, yes, I am indeed a warrior," Helgass beams proudly, thumping his armored chest with a bit of a clang, startling both Athena and Morris. "I have faced great perils and--"
"You mentioned that you noticed we were warriors and adventurers, Carden?" Dru wisely cuts Helgass off in what was almost certainly going to be a long account of his personal glory and gets right down to business. "Is there something else we should know?"
Carden smiles gratefully for the interruption, "Well, as you probably know, the days grow dim and short. It is no longer safe to travel alone on the roads, especially during the night. The more the merrier?" He smiles in what he hopes is a winning manner at a woman he only hopes is in her early twenties.
Dru, however, is much older than she looks, thanks to her half-elven blood, and recognizes immediately what this is. "And how many pilgrims are you talking about? We're a party of 5, I think we can handle pretty--"
"We'll pay you" squeaks the younger of the two men in back, who yelps immediately after, having apparently been kicked by the other young man, who grumbles, "Great going, Darmer." Darmer appears to be your typical pimply-faced youth of perhaps 16 with a tousled mop of mousy brown hair and a trembling demeanor.
Carden turns toward Darmer, presumably glaring at the young man, before turning back to Dru. "This is Aust and Darmer," he says, indicating the two young men. "Yes, we are willing to pay for your accompaniment if you would promise to keep us safe from whatever may come out of the forest in the 3 days' journey to Glory. There are 20 of us, and we would be willing to pay you 20 gold pieces each. What say you?"
Aust is a handsome young man who looks at first to be in his mid-twenties, but upon closer inspection appears to be a half-elf. His ears are a bit short for a half-elf, although that might be an effect of his hair, being a shower of shoulder-length pale gold locks very close to the color of his ivory skin. His eyes are green and grumpy.