Zaal opens one eye when Sparhawk mentions his intention to hunt down Grendhal, his red iris flashing momentarily before once more disappearing behind a closed lid. "A noble intention, and a dangerous path." He says blankly before going silent again.
He listens passively, unsure whether or not Sparhawk is willing to let him join them or not. It doesn't seem like he cares either way, but in reality he would rather take on a job for Dietrich than go back to ordinary mercenary work. It seems that this lazy, behavior is just how he is, and has nothing to do with whether he likes or dislikes anyone present or the topic of conversation. He's just there for the ride so to speak.
Sparhawk looks at the sleepy drow, knowing that in an instant, the man could jump up and strike a deadly blow. Zaal reminded him of his greatsword instructor. Everything the master did, every movement seemed slow, almost sleepy, but in an instant, he would land a series of blows disarming Sparhawk. He never defeated the sword master.
“Some of us discover a higher calling." He smiles at the sleepy drow. "I have brought myself, by long meditation, to the conviction that a person with a settled purpose must accomplish it, and that nothing can resist a will which will stake even existence upon its fulfillment." (Benjamin Disraeli)
Sparhawks presence, that of a man of sincere completely unbreakable faith and belief that nothing can stop him.
”I find my true goals and values grow closer to yours as the days go by.”
(A master of dramatic irony, shimshon123 is.)
"You know, Zaal, as it happens, we've also been working at night and attempting to sleep during the day. It's almost a necessity in a place as hot as this." Bjorn's illusion makes it seem like he was born for this climate, but he wipes a bit of sweat from his seemingly dry forehead anyway.
"It's also conducive to sneakin' around, of course, which I believe is also on the agenda. Don't tell the captain," he adds, in direct earshot of the captain.
Without opening his eyes, Zaal tilts his chin in a motion that could be a nod and saying, "Hmmm." In what could be in acknowledgment to either Sparhawk or Bjorn--or both for that matter, more efficient that way.
Dietrich thinks for a moment and then says, “ Volothamp informs me that the best chance was to find the Baktiri mask, but those fellows he hired were not up to the task of bringing it in. The third option of trawling the islands is not a good idea, it could take years. If Zalkores map truly exists and we can recover that that may be our way forward. We won’t be able to plan on the recovery until we see what we are dealing with. How big is the worlds biggest skull? How heavy? How many wizards would it take to teleport such a thing and is that even possible? I heard Irongrass escaped the tower, but have no way of contacting him. Hopefully he will be able to scrape up some wizardly aid to deal with Luskan.”
he looks through his notes and then continues “ I have to meet up with the Prince’s trade minister to sign some deals and get some permits for the venture. Finish up any port business and we can have you head out and day or two. Maybe by some miracle those other adventurers will stroll into town at the last moment bearing the mask.”
Sparhawk starting to wake up seems interested in Dietrich notes.
“This map of Zalkore, where do you expect it leads to exactly?”
”and this other group of adventurers, when did they go out and what did they look like?”
"According to Volo's research, in Queen Zalkores time, the grave site was the very face she went to seek immorality, so the map would hopefully bring us right to the spot, or at least the island resting place. As for the other group, you would need to ask Volo."
Sparhawk smiles at Dietrich. "Its a good thing you hired us to scout last week before you arrived." He whispers, "We know where Nangalore, Zalkores resting place is located if thats the place you mean.
His voice rises to normal conversational level again.
"I didn't bring it up earlier as I assumed others knew about it from this area."
Sparhawk smiles at Dietrich. "Its a good thing you hired us to scout last week before you arrived." He whispers, "We know where Nangalore, Zalkores resting place is located if thats the place you mean.
His voice rises to normal conversational level again.
"I didn't bring it up earlier as I assumed others knew about it from this area."
“ outstanding news, that should make that portion of the journey much quicker. Hopefully the map is still there and in good condition, HEY VOLO! Who did you send for the mask?”
Volo pokes his head around the kitchens door frame, appears to have lipstick smudges on his cheeks and lips, “ oh, it was that short fella, and his guys..Sin’Ester. Sin’Ester Slagg was his name. He was a magic wielder with an impressive resume, his guys were accomplished Jungle Rangers so they should have had a reasonable chance of success “
During your deliberations and break fast, a courier arrives bearing a sealed letter for Sparhawk. The courier is very strange to your group as he is a bird man. And Aarakocra they are called. Rare at home but plentiful here in Chult. The bird man delivers the letter and draws another from his bag and leaves immediately to deliver it. No small talk or deviation from his mission
"'The man I killed - he hunted people. Sacrifices."
Shrugs.
"Killed him first."
Looks right at Frangipani and pulls the cloak tight.
"Mine."
Zaal opens one eye when Sparhawk mentions his intention to hunt down Grendhal, his red iris flashing momentarily before once more disappearing behind a closed lid. "A noble intention, and a dangerous path." He says blankly before going silent again.
He listens passively, unsure whether or not Sparhawk is willing to let him join them or not. It doesn't seem like he cares either way, but in reality he would rather take on a job for Dietrich than go back to ordinary mercenary work. It seems that this lazy, behavior is just how he is, and has nothing to do with whether he likes or dislikes anyone present or the topic of conversation. He's just there for the ride so to speak.
Sparhawk takes a long look at Lir, carefully choosing his words.
“You are an honorable man, Lir.”
”I find my true goals and values grow closer to yours as the days go by.”
Sparhawk looks at the sleepy drow, knowing that in an instant, the man could jump up and strike a deadly blow. Zaal reminded him of his greatsword instructor. Everything the master did, every movement seemed slow, almost sleepy, but in an instant, he would land a series of blows disarming Sparhawk. He never defeated the sword master.
“Some of us discover a higher calling." He smiles at the sleepy drow. "I have brought myself, by long meditation, to the conviction that a person with a settled purpose must accomplish it, and that nothing can resist a will which will stake even existence upon its fulfillment." (Benjamin Disraeli)
Sparhawks presence, that of a man of sincere completely unbreakable faith and belief that nothing can stop him.
Lir cocks his head at an angle to regard Sparhawk quizzically then shrugs.
" Can deep fry face, tasty...."
" But ok."
(A master of dramatic irony, shimshon123 is.)
"You know, Zaal, as it happens, we've also been working at night and attempting to sleep during the day. It's almost a necessity in a place as hot as this." Bjorn's illusion makes it seem like he was born for this climate, but he wipes a bit of sweat from his seemingly dry forehead anyway.
"It's also conducive to sneakin' around, of course, which I believe is also on the agenda. Don't tell the captain," he adds, in direct earshot of the captain.
Bjorn's eyes dart back and forth as the two druids converse. This can't be good, he thinks. They've learned how to communicate.
Without opening his eyes, Zaal tilts his chin in a motion that could be a nod and saying, "Hmmm." In what could be in acknowledgment to either Sparhawk or Bjorn--or both for that matter, more efficient that way.
Dietrich thinks for a moment and then says, “ Volothamp informs me that the best chance was to find the Baktiri mask, but those fellows he hired were not up to the task of bringing it in. The third option of trawling the islands is not a good idea, it could take years. If Zalkores map truly exists and we can recover that that may be our way forward. We won’t be able to plan on the recovery until we see what we are dealing with. How big is the worlds biggest skull? How heavy? How many wizards would it take to teleport such a thing and is that even possible? I heard Irongrass escaped the tower, but have no way of contacting him. Hopefully he will be able to scrape up some wizardly aid to deal with Luskan.”
he looks through his notes and then continues “ I have to meet up with the Prince’s trade minister to sign some deals and get some permits for the venture. Finish up any port business and we can have you head out and day or two. Maybe by some miracle those other adventurers will stroll into town at the last moment bearing the mask.”
Volothamp has already wandered towards the kitchen and plying his charms on the women behind the counter
Sparhawk starting to wake up seems interested in Dietrich notes.
“This map of Zalkore, where do you expect it leads to exactly?”
”and this other group of adventurers, when did they go out and what did they look like?”
Frangipani was half listening to the others while she communicated with Lir....
" Wait. Where are we going? Not Luskan?"'
" Are we going back to jungle?", she said excitedly.
“Yes Frangi, first we finish our commitment here, then Luskin for whomever chooses that path.”
"Ah, I see. The mission is lost, unless by some miracle a lead shows up in the next two days." Bjorn sighs melodramatically. "As if that'll happen."
"We may want to bring a translator this time, cap'n. Be a shame to have the whole thing ruined by a language barrier."
Sparhawk winks at Bjorn.
“this map, where is it supposed to lead to Dietrich”
"According to Volo's research, in Queen Zalkores time, the grave site was the very face she went to seek immorality, so the map would hopefully bring us right to the spot, or at least the island resting place. As for the other group, you would need to ask Volo."
(OOC: Isn't Volo with us?)
Sparhawk smiles at Dietrich. "Its a good thing you hired us to scout last week before you arrived." He whispers, "We know where Nangalore, Zalkores resting place is located if thats the place you mean.
His voice rises to normal conversational level again.
"I didn't bring it up earlier as I assumed others knew about it from this area."
(currently chatting to some ladies at the bar)
“ outstanding news, that should make that portion of the journey much quicker. Hopefully the map is still there and in good condition, HEY VOLO! Who did you send for the mask?”
Volo pokes his head around the kitchens door frame, appears to have lipstick smudges on his cheeks and lips, “ oh, it was that short fella, and his guys..Sin’Ester. Sin’Ester Slagg was his name. He was a magic wielder with an impressive resume, his guys were accomplished Jungle Rangers so they should have had a reasonable chance of success “
During your deliberations and break fast, a courier arrives bearing a sealed letter for Sparhawk. The courier is very strange to your group as he is a bird man. And Aarakocra they are called. Rare at home but plentiful here in Chult. The bird man delivers the letter and draws another from his bag and leaves immediately to deliver it. No small talk or deviation from his mission