"Alright, fine. You can come in now, but your friends have yet to impress me." Khea snaps.
Abrontodon looked at the older woman, " How would you like to be impressed? I have a limited skillset and I'm not sure many of them are applicable....unless...", she crooked an eyebrow with a slightly dubious expression.
At the old lady's invitation Goran turns to the group and ushers them in with his eyes and a sharp nod of his head. He whispers as they walk past "Get inside before she changes her mind". He will walk in last, closing the door behind them.
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Hardly waiting a moment after the reluctant invitation, Brundt's large frame fills the doorway as he makes his way inside and heads for the nearest seat he can find. He then begins to pull out the golden mask from his pack. Holding it up to Khea he says, "You want to be impressed? How about, we slew a band of Returned on our way to the Polis. Now we want answers and have reason to believe you're the one who can supply them."
As Brundt talks, he eyes Khea carefully, gauging her reaction, and how she seems to feel about this whole encounter so far. Brundt has had a lot of success through his life, perhaps due to his stature, with coming on strong. But he knows better than to push certain people too far.
Due to past experiences of needing a keen eye for business deals, items of value, and responding to negotiations going south… Klopas’ default is to be cordial and agreeable externally, but incredibly cautious, calculated, and analytical internally.
((Rolls Added. I'll await Goliath's response before responding to NotDrizzt.))
Brundt, after his initial entrance, gets the sense that it may be prudent to forgo his current tact in favour of one less confrontational. "But first, let's back things up a bit," he continues. "Klopas, care to regale the good sage of the events of today so we might have a discussion and all come away somewhat more informed than we were before?"
Brundt, after his initial entrance, gets the sense that it may be prudent to forgo his current tact in favour of one less confrontational. "But first, let's back things up a bit," he continues. "Klopas, care to regale the good sage of the events of today so we might have a discussion and all come away somewhat more informed than we were before?"
(Sorry about the slow response, didn't see the last couple posts.)
The cottage is bland, containing just a few furnishings, but at one end, a desk is covered in books, scrolls, and papers. Khea says, "Now what did you wish to speak with me about?"
Klopas looks around at everyone while marking the desk in the back of his mind, and then proceeds to speak.
"We all were company of a caravan heading to this polis when witnessing one returned fleeing two others. It seemed to fall dead along with its horse. After leaping to action, we slew the two pursuers, and witnessed some type of 'grey event' for lack of a better phrase."
Klopas again looks around for any objections.
"I believe after that...we each attended to our own business until gathering to come meet you...the one whose name appears to be scribed upon this golden funerary mask." Klopas explains gesturing to Brundt's possession.
Goran's eyes grow wider with every word the old lady utters. "Now that's my kind of message" he says with such exuberance, the gathered may think him a young boy. His vigor soon leaves though at the mere mention of the word robbery. "You had to ruin it, didn't you" he throws a wicked looking glance at Abrontodon before smiling broadly.
Goran's eyes grow wider with every word the old lady utters. "Now that's my kind of message" he says with such exuberance, the gathered may think him a young boy. His vigor soon leaves though at the mere mention of the word robbery. "You had to ruin it, didn't you" he throws a wicked looking glance at Abrontodon before smiling broadly.
Brundt is furiously scribbling down every word Khea says, until she reaches the part about ancient etchings in the dried up riverbed. He stops, wipes his quill clean on a small rag he pulls from a side pouch of his book bag, and looks up saying, "A discovery of this magnitude? I must go at once!" He looks out the window at the darkened sky, "When morning comes,"he concludes, curbing his enthusiasm.
Turning back to Khea, he says "So this earthquake is a relatively recent occurrence, eh? Can't be a coincidence that the Returned are showing up all of sudden. Hmmm..."
"Oh yes, a gray event. Let me think." She says. "I'm nearly certain that you witnessed a sign from Phenax, verification of the god’s ominous interest in this enigma."
"Well, that's foreboding..." Klopas groans monotonally. He let's out a slight sigh.
"Alright, well...anything we need or should know before heading that way?" he inquires.
Abrontodon looked at the older woman, " How would you like to be impressed? I have a limited skillset and I'm not sure many of them are applicable....unless...", she crooked an eyebrow with a slightly dubious expression.
At the old lady's invitation Goran turns to the group and ushers them in with his eyes and a sharp nod of his head. He whispers as they walk past "Get inside before she changes her mind". He will walk in last, closing the door behind them.
Hardly waiting a moment after the reluctant invitation, Brundt's large frame fills the doorway as he makes his way inside and heads for the nearest seat he can find. He then begins to pull out the golden mask from his pack. Holding it up to Khea he says, "You want to be impressed? How about, we slew a band of Returned on our way to the Polis. Now we want answers and have reason to believe you're the one who can supply them."
As Brundt talks, he eyes Khea carefully, gauging her reaction, and how she seems to feel about this whole encounter so far. Brundt has had a lot of success through his life, perhaps due to his stature, with coming on strong. But he knows better than to push certain people too far.
Insight: 15
Klopas nods to Goran while holding a slightly puzzled and would-be offended expression had he not been long used to ridicule.
Entering slowly, he makes sure to gauge his surroundings, the building, the resident, and basically everything he can possibly ascertain.
(Perception - 19 | Insight - 4 | Investigation - 7)
Due to past experiences of needing a keen eye for business deals, items of value, and responding to negotiations going south… Klopas’ default is to be cordial and agreeable externally, but incredibly cautious, calculated, and analytical internally.
((Rolls Added. I'll await Goliath's response before responding to NotDrizzt.))
Brundt, after his initial entrance, gets the sense that it may be prudent to forgo his current tact in favour of one less confrontational. "But first, let's back things up a bit," he continues. "Klopas, care to regale the good sage of the events of today so we might have a discussion and all come away somewhat more informed than we were before?"
Klopas looks around at everyone while marking the desk in the back of his mind, and then proceeds to speak.
"We all were company of a caravan heading to this polis when witnessing one returned fleeing two others. It seemed to fall dead along with its horse. After leaping to action, we slew the two pursuers, and witnessed some type of 'grey event' for lack of a better phrase."
Klopas again looks around for any objections.
"I believe after that...we each attended to our own business until gathering to come meet you...the one whose name appears to be scribed upon this golden funerary mask." Klopas explains gesturing to Brundt's possession.
" So.....spot of tomb-robbing then?"
Goran's eyes grow wider with every word the old lady utters. "Now that's my kind of message" he says with such exuberance, the gathered may think him a young boy. His vigor soon leaves though at the mere mention of the word robbery. "You had to ruin it, didn't you" he throws a wicked looking glance at Abrontodon before smiling broadly.
" Tomb-exploration. Better?", she grinned.
Brundt is furiously scribbling down every word Khea says, until she reaches the part about ancient etchings in the dried up riverbed. He stops, wipes his quill clean on a small rag he pulls from a side pouch of his book bag, and looks up saying, "A discovery of this magnitude? I must go at once!" He looks out the window at the darkened sky, "When morning comes," he concludes, curbing his enthusiasm.
Turning back to Khea, he says "So this earthquake is a relatively recent occurrence, eh? Can't be a coincidence that the Returned are showing up all of sudden. Hmmm..."
Klopas continues to listen, ponder, nod, and otherwise interact and engage.
He does take note of Khea's actions for study and desk use. Perhaps something useful may lie within her study...
Nonetheless, he considers what may be found in the tomb and various ruins. Some artifacts of power and value, hopefully..
Regardless of the outcome within the group, he decides internally to investigate. From the sounds of it, several others share similar intentions.
"No comment on the grey event we experienced, then?" he responds to Khea wryly.
Abrontodon seemed satisfied that she now had a destination and a destiny in place and zoned out slightly as she rested against the wall...
"Well, that's foreboding..." Klopas groans monotonally. He let's out a slight sigh.
"Alright, well...anything we need or should know before heading that way?" he inquires.