"Zodge, huh?" she muttered, a mix of surprise and disinterest evident in his tone. "You don't want to be indebted to him. Once he's got something on you, there's no shaking him off. Look, I've been through it myself. But if he's blabbing about my location, I could be in a tight spot. How about we help each other out? You do me a favor, and I'll return the favor in kind."
She didn't wait for a response and continued, "I just heard a rumor that some old friends just arrived in Baldur's Gate and are looking for me. And when I say friends, I mean some old shipmates who might actually want to kill me now. Stick around and take care of them if they come for me, and I'll give you the information."
"No, I really don't want to owe him anything, nor you. So is there anything you can tell us about these so-called friends of yours? Something that might be useful for us when we encounter them? And how long do you think it will be before they find you?" Bivy said out loud.
The rest of his friends are still talking as Castor climbs to the second floor. He's got his drink in his right hand, plus two more mugs in his left. Another two float behind him, held by his Mage Hand.
Needless to say, he's slow to move, careful not to spill a drop.
"Zodge, huh?" she muttered, a mix of surprise and disinterest evident in his tone. "You don't want to be indebted to him. Once he's got something on you, there's no shaking him off. Look, I've been through it myself. But if he's blabbing about my location, I could be in a tight spot. How about we help each other out? You do me a favor, and I'll return the favor in kind."
She didn't wait for a response and continued, "I just heard a rumor that some old friends just arrived in Baldur's Gate and are looking for me. And when I say friends, I mean some old shipmates who might actually want to kill me now. Stick around and take care of them if they come for me, and I'll give you the information."
"No, I really don't want to owe him anything, nor you. So is there anything you can tell us about these so-called friends of yours? Something that might be useful for us when we encounter them? And how long do you think it will be before they find you?" Bivy said out loud.
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The rest of his friends are still talking as Castor climbs to the second floor. He's got his drink in his right hand, plus two more mugs in his left. Another two float behind him, held by his Mage Hand.
Needless to say, he's slow to move, careful not to spill a drop.
Bivy askes the pertinent questions at hand so Ezhla stays silent as she waits for Tarina's response.