"Of course, he is very friendly. Just hold on to your valuables. Ha ha." Ally jokes and then does a quick check to make sure Sappho took it as a joke.
Ally lets Squirrel out of the bag and communicates to him to go say 'hi' to Sappho, then decides to add "and don't take any Shinies."Squirrel scampers out of Ally's lap and climbs up Sappho's arm and drapes himself over her shoulders and nuzzles a "hello". He will nibble at whatever food is presented, loving the attention of someone new.
Sappho giggles at Ally's joke and gives Squirrel a little pet.
"Hello! You're so cute!" She says to Squirrel and gives him a piece of dried fruit from her rations.
"Thank you so much for letting me pet him. He's very sweet. I'd love to have a companion like him." Sappho smiles and lets Squirrel go back to Ally if he wants.
Before the dwarf pronounced the ale on the house, Farkur had produced his purse and was looking in it with a bit of worry. "Do you happen to know how many hands this Sybil might be looking for? I could use a little boost, if you know what I mean."
Farkur visibly relaxes. He smiles at each of his table mates in turn, then reaches for his mug, which he promptly knocks over, spilling half the contents all over the table before he is able to right the cup again. "Oh! Oh dear!" he whines.
As the liquid and foam disappear, Farkur's protest dies away in his mouth. He pauses, his arm still outstretched as his eyes dart around the table's surface. "What? Well!" He looks up, smiling at each of the others. "That's quite a trick. Who did it?" He notices Ally's smile and reads into it her involvement. With a little wrist flourish of his own and then the "come here" motion of his fingers, a daisy sprouts, grows and blooms from one of the cracks in the table. He plucks it and hands it to his fellow gnome. "Thank you, sister. You're handy to have around. I'm ... I'm quite the gôg," he admits sheepishly.
Ally:
In gnomish, gôg means clumsy and is an insult. Not a bad one, but not a nice one. More of a put down. Like calling someone an idiot.
Ally blushes as he presents the flower to her. She sniffs it and puts it in her hair. Squirrel climbs up around her shoulders and starts to nibble at the daisy. "Pshaw. Don't be silly. Your plant magic is wonderful." She tries to shoo an insistent Squirrel from her hair. "Thank you, Farkur. You are most welcome at our table."
For whatever reason Rawley doesn't seem so bad, and she doesn't trust that gang. Maybe they'll be able to take care of the scare crow problem lickity split.
As everyone begins to leave, Farkur quickly downs a quarter of the drink to show his appreciation. "Th-thank you," he says, a little bit of ale dribbling out of his mouth. He runs the back of his hand across his chin, climbs down out of his chair, grabs his spear, and scurries after the others.
As they walk, Farkur's head swivels like an owl's as he looks about the town. Each time he spots a bird or rodent, his eyes light up. Sometimes, he even gives the animal a quiet greeting in Gnomish. Alternatively, he completely ignores the humanoids they pass — not out of rudeness, but distraction. He frowns at the lack of plant life, and at one point, he lets the head of his spear drag along the ground. A line of wild flowers and flowering weeds springs up from the line being drawn in the dirt and mud, and the halfling grins at his accomplishment. When they get to the old town wall, he isn't watching where he's going, and he collides with a remaining piece of the wall, throwing him off balance and causing him to "Ow!" in response. Miraculously, he doesn't fall. A couple of the others look back, but he rubs his shoulder and grins in embarrassment, averting his eyes.
Ally
"Of course, he is very friendly. Just hold on to your valuables. Ha ha." Ally jokes and then does a quick check to make sure Sappho took it as a joke.
Ally lets Squirrel out of the bag and communicates to him to go say 'hi' to Sappho, then decides to add "and don't take any Shinies." Squirrel scampers out of Ally's lap and climbs up Sappho's arm and drapes himself over her shoulders and nuzzles a "hello". He will nibble at whatever food is presented, loving the attention of someone new.
Sappho giggles at Ally's joke and gives Squirrel a little pet.
"Hello! You're so cute!" She says to Squirrel and gives him a piece of dried fruit from her rations.
"Thank you so much for letting me pet him. He's very sweet. I'd love to have a companion like him." Sappho smiles and lets Squirrel go back to Ally if he wants.
Before the dwarf pronounced the ale on the house, Farkur had produced his purse and was looking in it with a bit of worry. "Do you happen to know how many hands this Sybil might be looking for? I could use a little boost, if you know what I mean."
Farkur visibly relaxes. He smiles at each of his table mates in turn, then reaches for his mug, which he promptly knocks over, spilling half the contents all over the table before he is able to right the cup again. "Oh! Oh dear!" he whines.
Ally
Ally puts her hand over her mouth as she giggles at Farkur. A quick flick of the wrist, and the mess is whisked away. Prestidigitation
As the liquid and foam disappear, Farkur's protest dies away in his mouth. He pauses, his arm still outstretched as his eyes dart around the table's surface. "What? Well!" He looks up, smiling at each of the others. "That's quite a trick. Who did it?" He notices Ally's smile and reads into it her involvement. With a little wrist flourish of his own and then the "come here" motion of his fingers, a daisy sprouts, grows and blooms from one of the cracks in the table. He plucks it and hands it to his fellow gnome. "Thank you, sister. You're handy to have around. I'm ... I'm quite the gôg," he admits sheepishly.
Ally:
In gnomish, gôg means clumsy and is an insult. Not a bad one, but not a nice one. More of a put down. Like calling someone an idiot.
Ally
Ally blushes as he presents the flower to her. She sniffs it and puts it in her hair. Squirrel climbs up around her shoulders and starts to nibble at the daisy. "Pshaw. Don't be silly. Your plant magic is wonderful." She tries to shoo an insistent Squirrel from her hair. "Thank you, Farkur. You are most welcome at our table."
Rawley gets up and walks away, "Going to find Sybil."
Ally
"I think we should all go to talk to Sybil."
For whatever reason Rawley doesn't seem so bad, and she doesn't trust that gang. Maybe they'll be able to take care of the scare crow problem lickity split.
She gets up to follow Rawley.
Sappho grabs her spear and follows Ally with a smile.
Chazrael is going to stand up with his bow and follow Rawley.
(Ooc: sorry about no color, I'm doing this from my phone.)
I have an intelligence of six, I know what I'm doing.
As everyone begins to leave, Farkur quickly downs a quarter of the drink to show his appreciation. "Th-thank you," he says, a little bit of ale dribbling out of his mouth. He runs the back of his hand across his chin, climbs down out of his chair, grabs his spear, and scurries after the others.
As they walk, Farkur's head swivels like an owl's as he looks about the town. Each time he spots a bird or rodent, his eyes light up. Sometimes, he even gives the animal a quiet greeting in Gnomish. Alternatively, he completely ignores the humanoids they pass — not out of rudeness, but distraction. He frowns at the lack of plant life, and at one point, he lets the head of his spear drag along the ground. A line of wild flowers and flowering weeds springs up from the line being drawn in the dirt and mud, and the halfling grins at his accomplishment. When they get to the old town wall, he isn't watching where he's going, and he collides with a remaining piece of the wall, throwing him off balance and causing him to "Ow!" in response. Miraculously, he doesn't fall. A couple of the others look back, but he rubs his shoulder and grins in embarrassment, averting his eyes.
Sappho gives a good, hearty chuckle at the small gnome.
"You're a clumsy one there, aren't ya? Lucky you won't be too hard to pick up if you fall down."
She smiles down at Fakur, making sure she didn't offend him with her joke.
Chazrael nods at the woman. "We were told you are looking for some help, something about a scarecrow."
I have an intelligence of six, I know what I'm doing.