"Alright, I got what I need on me always!" The Fighter would gleam happily, she sure does have the enthusiasm for this, despite to probably being certain death
"This is why the idea of the royals is wrong..." Eilra mutters, with a dark expression on her face. After a moment she looks up, determined. "Alright, lets head off."
Rogarth looks at Eilra, “my dear, you are most correct on that front”, his eyes gleam menacingly, as if to understand what she had said on a dangerously treacherous level
“Well, I haven’t had a chance to scout it myself yet so we’ll be doing a blind mission, always fun, what I do have is that it’s barely legible, early battle it had with another of its kind, all that’s said about it is that it comes through every two or so days for a sheep or three and then retreats to its cave, and yet, there’s only been one actual witness, that’s all I’ve got, which, I admit is a worrying amount”
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"Well we need to talk to that witness then." Tyranin searches the mans eyes for any sign of what he's thinking and perhaps try and get an insight on his psychological state. Insight16
"For all we know this could be just a large bird of prey!"Ceri announced, her assumption can't be strewn off too far due to the lackluster number of witnesses
"Tyranin, pleasure to make you're acquaintance. While there is an obvious lack of witnesses which does throw some suspicion on the wyvern speculation as villagers do oft see that which isn't there, to my knowledge there is no bird large enough in this land to down that kind of prey." Tyranin responded calmly and politely
"Mm, we shall Mr Tyranin." Eilra settles down to continue on in silence for the time being, contemplating the mess she may have just gotten into. (OOC: Mind you I think a roc is more powerful, so... )
Tyranin took a dagger from its sheath and flipped it in the air and caught it by the blade. "I do well enough." He smirked before sheathing the dagger again.
"Sounds good. We should get going immediately, we can make introductions on the road." Tyranin said pulling his hood up over his head.
"Alright, I got what I need on me always!" The Fighter would gleam happily, she sure does have the enthusiasm for this, despite to probably being certain death
Rogarth laughs a little before walking out of the tavern, guesturing for the others to follow
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"This is why the idea of the royals is wrong..." Eilra mutters, with a dark expression on her face. After a moment she looks up, determined. "Alright, lets head off."
Tyranin leaves the tavern following Rogarth. "So what kind of info do you have on the beast?"
Rogarth looks at Eilra, “my dear, you are most correct on that front”, his eyes gleam menacingly, as if to understand what she had said on a dangerously treacherous level
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“Well, I haven’t had a chance to scout it myself yet so we’ll be doing a blind mission, always fun, what I do have is that it’s barely legible, early battle it had with another of its kind, all that’s said about it is that it comes through every two or so days for a sheep or three and then retreats to its cave, and yet, there’s only been one actual witness, that’s all I’ve got, which, I admit is a worrying amount”
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"Well we need to talk to that witness then." Tyranin searches the mans eyes for any sign of what he's thinking and perhaps try and get an insight on his psychological state. Insight 16
"For all we know this could be just a large bird of prey!" Ceri announced, her assumption can't be strewn off too far due to the lackluster number of witnesses
"How many birds of prey you know can pick up full grown sheep... whatever your name is?"
"It's Ceri, and the guess is not that deep into the realm of make believe."
"Ever heard of a Roc? Now that's a big bloody bird." Eilra comments to the others, referring to a gargantuan bird she'd heard of in tales.
"Tyranin, pleasure to make you're acquaintance. While there is an obvious lack of witnesses which does throw some suspicion on the wyvern speculation as villagers do oft see that which isn't there, to my knowledge there is no bird large enough in this land to down that kind of prey." Tyranin responded calmly and politely
"Mere fiction, the Roc."
"I would have said that about a wyvern 20 minutes ago, at this point a big bird seems just real enough.
"I guess we'll soon find out won't we?"
"Mm, we shall Mr Tyranin." Eilra settles down to continue on in silence for the time being, contemplating the mess she may have just gotten into. (OOC: Mind you I think a roc is more powerful, so... )
"Just Tyranin is fine, and what do I call you?"
"Oh, Yeah. The name's Eilra. Pleased to meet you, hope you can handle those weapons of yours." She says looking over at Tyranin.
Tyranin took a dagger from its sheath and flipped it in the air and caught it by the blade. "I do well enough." He smirked before sheathing the dagger again.