In the city of Neverwinter, Gundren Rockseeker requested each of you to meet him in The Laughing Bean tavern where he asked you to bring a wagonload of goods and provisions to the settlement of Phandalin, south-east of the city. You all noticed Gundren was eager and excited, and more than a little secretive about his reasons for the trip, saying only that he and his brother "found something big". He'd pay each of you ten gold pieces for escorting the wagon to Barthen's Provisions, a trading outpost in Phandalin. He quickly gathered his things as he left the tavern, and rode out ahead of you with a warrior escort by the name of Sildar Hallwinter, claiming he "needed to take care of business".
The following day, after getting on the wagon, you rode south out of Neverwinter spending the last few days on the High Road and only just veered east along the Triboar Trail which would lead you to Phandalin. You've encountered no trouble so far, but you recall Gundren having warned you this place could dangerous. Bandits and outlaws have been known to lurk along the trail...
The sky is now pale blue, the morning air crisp but quickly warming from the rising sun. The day is yours... what do you do?
Peran digs a finger under his mail shirt at he collarbone, tugging at the heavy chain links in an attempt to straighten the sleeve. It always took a while to settle on him properly in the morning, and he wasn't used to carrying such a weight on his shoulders in the first place. Momentarily satisfied, he looks around, his dark brown eyes scanning the nearby area.
His blueish skin just ever so faintly shimmers in the morning sunlight, where it isn't covered by the thick dark green cloth of his vest. His pack rests on the wagon, but he keeps his shield slung over his shoulder from a make-shift sling for easy access, and a flail, hung through a loop at his hip, chimes loudly against the pieces of chainmail hanging out over his brown pants. His leather boots leave deep tracks in the grass beside the road, the noses already wet from the morning moisture still clinging to the leaves. Two handaxes stick out from where he has stuck them underneath his belt at his back, making obvious bulges underneath the light dark-brown cloak secured around his shoulders with a simple metal clasp at his chest bone. Two simple rings are pierced on the outside of his ear, but other than that he is not adorned in the way many men of the sea find themselves after a few years of work.
By now he's gotten used to walking on steady land again, but he still has a swagger to his steps that sailors often keep, even years after retiring from the sea.
He calls out to nobody in particular, just hoping anybody in the group feels up to answering this early in the morning. He speaks with a deep but melodious voice, saying, "Pray we have another quiet day, how much longer was it to Phandalin?"
Lounging nearby, leaning casually against a large ash tree, Tangle's tight dark brown leather outfit clings to her body line like a second skin. Her light blue cat eyes are alert, leisurely moving about the group as she watches her companions. A slight smile lingers at the side of her perfectly formed mouth as if she knows something everyone else doesn't. Her silver hair is pulled back into a tight ponytail, tied in place with a small bit of cloth, and hangs into the lowered black cowl of her rough, almost burlap, cloak. Her almond shaped face has an exotic appeal with its dark blue tinge and perfectly aligned cheek bones. Her backpack also sits in the wagon, but a longsword is strapped in an old ratty sheath on her side while her beaten up crossbow hangs on a cracked leather strap across her back. She slowly shrugs her shoulders, the wings on her back making a leathery scraping sound as she adjust them. Here in the countryside she keeps them unbound but pulled in tight against her back, jutting through jagged cuts in her cloak.
Her knee high leather boots are dark brown and worn, fitting tight to her calfs, just overlapping with her short leather pants, bound together with thick leather ties. Lastly, hanging from one hip is her quiver, filled with a dozen fletched crossbow bolts, their feathers dirty and stringy. Her sleeping pad is already packed up and on the wagon next to her bag.
She lifts a piece of pork jerky to her mouth and tears off the end, chewing it loudly. In response to Peran's question she makes eye contact with him, staring overly long without saying anything. The smile continues to play at the edge of her mouth. Finally she walks up to him, reaching out and running a slender finger from Peran's clasp near his neck, down his chest to the handles of his handaxes, her smile becoming wide and somewhat sinister, "Whoever you're praying to isn't listening darling. Besides, quiet is sooo boring. If we don't find any excitement by this evening, you and I may have to make our own..." Her eyebrows arch momentarily, and then she says, "So yummy!" She laughs a rough but melodic laugh before turning and walking down the path, hips swaying, assuming someone else will get the wagon moving, and continuing her habit of walking well ahead of the main group.
Tangle walks 50 yards ahead of the wagon. She stays alert, scanning the road, and the sides of the roads for signs of an ambush. She listens attentively as well.
Diodato sits on the wagon (I’ll be driver if needed) and watches the surrounding as it passes by. The continuous rock and lilt of the wagon was nearly hypnotic. His pack lay behind him on the bed of the wagon but he kept his bow in hand. He had traveled the roads of the Sword Coast enough to know that quiet did not mean safe. Still, there was no need to waste energy. The battle is always ahead of you, as his father used to tell him. Phandalin was definitely a battle, he just hopped his enemy didn’t realise it, yet.
Diodato listens to the banter around him, but turns his attention back to the horses and the road ahead.
Grum watches Tangle with mild amusement as she greets Peran in her unique fashion then walks off ahead of the cart. He walks up to the cart, not with the swagger that comes from bravado, but with the purposeful stride that comes from having long given up caring what people think of him. Well over 6ft tall, and powerfully built, a musculature that is still visible beneath the well-worn, dark green leather armour. His right ear is torn and scarred, evidence of the fact that he has come through more than one fight alive. Shortswords are strapped to his back as he hops easily onto the cart next to Diodato, longbow in hand, always at the ready.
"Looks like she could be an unpredictable companion" he says to Diodato, gesturing to Tangle as she walks on ahead. "Let's hope she can get us out of more trouble than she gets us into. Still, at least things won't be dull. Speaking of which, a party of five to escort a single cart. Is Gundren expecting trouble on the road?"
Rosella pats Wonder absentmindedly as the two of them walk beside the cart, tucking a few lose strands of her white-blonde hair behind her ear as she gazes around, on alert. She's still not entirely sure of why Mykiel wants her to see this through but she wasn't one to question him. She'd heard to many horror stories of what happened when an Aasimar disobeyed their Deva's.
The Tiefling was a bit of a surprise, but Mykiel wasn't bothered by their presence. Or at least he hadn't mentioned it as of yet. She wasn't even sure if anyone else in the party knew what she was. Nobody seemed to have brought it up and if questions of parentage came up in last nights conversation she just mentioned the parents she had left so she could seek out her own way to help people. Priests to Lathander, that was enough.
Patting Wonder one last time, she asks him to stay by the cart as she also moves ahead to get a better look. Four eyes were better than two, plus she'd never met a tiefling... ever.
Peran's eyes followed Tangle as she strutted to the front of the cart, happy for the chainmail vest that hangs far enough down the front of his pants. "Pray for a quiet day, indeed." he thinks to himself, "I've not seen a woman this inviting outside the whorehouses at the harbor, I would not mind finally getting myself in a tangle." He grinned to himself as he pulled his gaze away. "It's been a while, after all."
It seemed the group had all gotten ready for the day's travel, so he gave Diodato a nod, signalling for him to get the wagon rolling. The sound of the gravel crunching under the wheels and the plodding step of the oxen were relaxing, and he aimed his nose in the wind to enjoy the morning breeze. He missed the saltiness in the air closer to shore, but the earthy smell of the morning was not unwelcome either.
He listens in on the conversation between Grum and Diodato. The giant half-orc was an intimidating sight, it seemed excessive indeed to have more than just him guard a cart from Neverwinter to Phandalin.
"Looks like she could be an unpredictable companion" he says to Diodato, gesturing to Tangle as she walks on ahead. "Let's hope she can get us out of more trouble than she gets us into. Still, at least things won't be dull. Speaking of which, a party of five to escort a single cart. Is Gundren expecting trouble on the road?"
“Yes, she has helped keep this journey interesting. Not often I get to spend this long in the company of a tiefling. The last one I met was wearing a pair of manacles and spitting a few choice words from behind iron bars.”
Diodato glanced arond at his companions. The party was an odd mix, and did seem a little large for such a simple shipment. OOC: What are we transporting in the wagon.
“Gundren is just an excuse to get out and visit some of the Sword Coast. If he wants to spend his money and help me get there, I am more for it. What about you Grum? What got you sitting here on this cart?”
The warm sun shines down on Tangles dark blue skin, a thin wind stirring the dust from the road into the air. She looks back as the striking Ranger approaches, arching an eyebrow before returning to scan the road ahead. When Rosella gets within chatting distance Tangle pipes up, "What's up with you and that bear? Aren't you worried he might get hungry one night and make a snack of you? Maybe that's why you like travelling with so many people. He's more than likely to start on one of us before you." Tangle smiles, as her eyes continue to scan the brush. "Or...did you hear my chat with pretty boy back there and get jealous? Don't worry. I can share. Unless..." she turns and her blue cat eyes focus on Rosella, "...you want me all for yourself." She cackles a laugh and turns her attention back to the road. "I'd be into that." With the sun now beating down on them and the cool morning air gone Tangle seems more comfortable as she walks along with a strut. "Ug, how do people live outside of cities? It is SO boring out here! What I wouldn't give for some brigands, or heck, even a pack of kobolds at this point." She stops walking for a moment, sniffing the air and facing Rosella for a moment before looking away and resuming her walk. In a matter of fact tone she says, "I think you stink. Like overly sweet flowers or something. It's rather off putting." She continues on down the path.
OOC: @Diadoto, you're transporting an assortment of mining supplies and food. Sacks of flour, casks of salted pork, two kegs of strong ale, shovels, picks, and crowbars.
"..." Rosella pats Wonder on the shoulder. "I found him as a cub. His mother had rejected him, so I raised him on my own. I tried to raise him as best I could so he could return to the wild if he wanted to. He's never tried to eat me so far, nor anyone else we've met along the roads we've traveled. I try to take him out hunting with me, though he'll as readily eat roots and berries. He loves fishing more than anything, so whenever I get the chance we spend time near lakes and streams. He's free to leave whenever he wants, but he hasn't yet so far. I like to think that he sees me as his friend. Trying to get people to let me stable him for the night when we're in towns or cities is a bit of a challenge, but we manage as best we can."
She grimaces when Tangle mentions the conversation she had with the men back on the cart. "Um, no. You can keep him," She meets Tangles eyes with her own blue eyes flecked with gold before lifting them up to glance at the tree line. She twists her hair back with one hand as she draws her hood up, feeling uncomfortable with the staring. "I don't particularly like anyone of them in that way, I spend to much time wandering to focus of things like that. As for living outside of cities, it's just as much an adventure as any city. You just need to know what you're looking for." Rosella keeps her eyes at the treeline, "I've had just as many interesting adventures out in the wilderness as I have in the city."
Rosella pauses briefly when Tangle says that she stank of flowers. Can Tieflings tell an Aasimar for a normal human just by smelling them?she thought to herself. "Well," she replies, "I try to keep my appearances up. A lady in one of the smaller villages I was helping offered me some nice smelling perfume powder as a gift. So I tend to put some on when I enter a village or city. People tend to be a bit off put when you come out of the woods smelling of sweat or guts."
Peran decides to join in the conversation as they talk about the Tiefling, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, "Not just her, Rosella there also strikes an interesting figure." he says, taking no effort to hide his appreciation of both of the women, "I wonder if her bear lets others pet it, too. Didn't think to try it yet, don't want to get my hand bitten off." Watching the two women walk up ahead of the cart, his thoughts drift for a moment before he snaps back to reality and looks at the men."I'm sure Gundren will have a job for us after Phandalin, what with all these supplies. It's not even valuable what we've got on the wagon here. So either he's got something hidden away among the sacks or casks, or there's another job waiting for us. I wonder what it is." he trails off, once again letting his mind wander whilst tracking a bird through the air with his eyes.
Grum replies to Diodato, "To tell the truth, I tend to avoid people as much as I can, especially in large groups or crowds. I've found them to be cruel. Don't get me wrong, I've known individuals who were pleasant enough, but as soon as crowds form, their pack mentality robs them of all kindness and makes them brutal and judgemental... But, I need supplies as much as the next person, so I need work occasionally too. Gundren is the one man I've found who just cares whether the job gets done, and not about the colour or shape of who does it. So here I am."
Turning to Peran, he says "I think you may need permission from both Rosella and the bear, and either may lead to you getting your hand bitten off. So if you're going to try, let me know - I'd like to see that." Grum smirks at the mental image. "I suspect you might be right about Gundren though - it seemed there was more to this than he was letting on to me, at least."
In the city of Neverwinter, Gundren Rockseeker requested each of you to meet him in The Laughing Bean tavern where he asked you to bring a wagonload of goods and provisions to the settlement of Phandalin, south-east of the city. You all noticed Gundren was eager and excited, and more than a little secretive about his reasons for the trip, saying only that he and his brother "found something big". He'd pay each of you ten gold pieces for escorting the wagon to Barthen's Provisions, a trading outpost in Phandalin. He quickly gathered his things as he left the tavern, and rode out ahead of you with a warrior escort by the name of Sildar Hallwinter, claiming he "needed to take care of business".
The following day, after getting on the wagon, you rode south out of Neverwinter spending the last few days on the High Road and only just veered east along the Triboar Trail which would lead you to Phandalin. You've encountered no trouble so far, but you recall Gundren having warned you this place could dangerous. Bandits and outlaws have been known to lurk along the trail...
The sky is now pale blue, the morning air crisp but quickly warming from the rising sun. The day is yours... what do you do?
Peran digs a finger under his mail shirt at he collarbone, tugging at the heavy chain links in an attempt to straighten the sleeve. It always took a while to settle on him properly in the morning, and he wasn't used to carrying such a weight on his shoulders in the first place. Momentarily satisfied, he looks around, his dark brown eyes scanning the nearby area.
His blueish skin just ever so faintly shimmers in the morning sunlight, where it isn't covered by the thick dark green cloth of his vest. His pack rests on the wagon, but he keeps his shield slung over his shoulder from a make-shift sling for easy access, and a flail, hung through a loop at his hip, chimes loudly against the pieces of chainmail hanging out over his brown pants. His leather boots leave deep tracks in the grass beside the road, the noses already wet from the morning moisture still clinging to the leaves. Two handaxes stick out from where he has stuck them underneath his belt at his back, making obvious bulges underneath the light dark-brown cloak secured around his shoulders with a simple metal clasp at his chest bone. Two simple rings are pierced on the outside of his ear, but other than that he is not adorned in the way many men of the sea find themselves after a few years of work.
By now he's gotten used to walking on steady land again, but he still has a swagger to his steps that sailors often keep, even years after retiring from the sea.
He calls out to nobody in particular, just hoping anybody in the group feels up to answering this early in the morning. He speaks with a deep but melodious voice, saying, "Pray we have another quiet day, how much longer was it to Phandalin?"
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Lounging nearby, leaning casually against a large ash tree, Tangle's tight dark brown leather outfit clings to her body line like a second skin. Her light blue cat eyes are alert, leisurely moving about the group as she watches her companions. A slight smile lingers at the side of her perfectly formed mouth as if she knows something everyone else doesn't. Her silver hair is pulled back into a tight ponytail, tied in place with a small bit of cloth, and hangs into the lowered black cowl of her rough, almost burlap, cloak. Her almond shaped face has an exotic appeal with its dark blue tinge and perfectly aligned cheek bones. Her backpack also sits in the wagon, but a longsword is strapped in an old ratty sheath on her side while her beaten up crossbow hangs on a cracked leather strap across her back. She slowly shrugs her shoulders, the wings on her back making a leathery scraping sound as she adjust them. Here in the countryside she keeps them unbound but pulled in tight against her back, jutting through jagged cuts in her cloak.
Her knee high leather boots are dark brown and worn, fitting tight to her calfs, just overlapping with her short leather pants, bound together with thick leather ties. Lastly, hanging from one hip is her quiver, filled with a dozen fletched crossbow bolts, their feathers dirty and stringy. Her sleeping pad is already packed up and on the wagon next to her bag.
She lifts a piece of pork jerky to her mouth and tears off the end, chewing it loudly. In response to Peran's question she makes eye contact with him, staring overly long without saying anything. The smile continues to play at the edge of her mouth. Finally she walks up to him, reaching out and running a slender finger from Peran's clasp near his neck, down his chest to the handles of his handaxes, her smile becoming wide and somewhat sinister, "Whoever you're praying to isn't listening darling. Besides, quiet is sooo boring. If we don't find any excitement by this evening, you and I may have to make our own..." Her eyebrows arch momentarily, and then she says, "So yummy!" She laughs a rough but melodic laugh before turning and walking down the path, hips swaying, assuming someone else will get the wagon moving, and continuing her habit of walking well ahead of the main group.
Tangle walks 50 yards ahead of the wagon. She stays alert, scanning the road, and the sides of the roads for signs of an ambush. She listens attentively as well.
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Tangle, make a perception check for me.
7
Also, my passive percetion is 14.
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Class.
Diodato sits on the wagon (I’ll be driver if needed) and watches the surrounding as it passes by. The continuous rock and lilt of the wagon was nearly hypnotic. His pack lay behind him on the bed of the wagon but he kept his bow in hand. He had traveled the roads of the Sword Coast enough to know that quiet did not mean safe. Still, there was no need to waste energy. The battle is always ahead of you, as his father used to tell him. Phandalin was definitely a battle, he just hopped his enemy didn’t realise it, yet.
Diodato listens to the banter around him, but turns his attention back to the horses and the road ahead.
Grum watches Tangle with mild amusement as she greets Peran in her unique fashion then walks off ahead of the cart. He walks up to the cart, not with the swagger that comes from bravado, but with the purposeful stride that comes from having long given up caring what people think of him. Well over 6ft tall, and powerfully built, a musculature that is still visible beneath the well-worn, dark green leather armour. His right ear is torn and scarred, evidence of the fact that he has come through more than one fight alive. Shortswords are strapped to his back as he hops easily onto the cart next to Diodato, longbow in hand, always at the ready.
"Looks like she could be an unpredictable companion" he says to Diodato, gesturing to Tangle as she walks on ahead. "Let's hope she can get us out of more trouble than she gets us into. Still, at least things won't be dull. Speaking of which, a party of five to escort a single cart. Is Gundren expecting trouble on the road?"
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RavenloftAnnihilationRosella pats Wonder absentmindedly as the two of them walk beside the cart, tucking a few lose strands of her white-blonde hair behind her ear as she gazes around, on alert. She's still not entirely sure of why Mykiel wants her to see this through but she wasn't one to question him. She'd heard to many horror stories of what happened when an Aasimar disobeyed their Deva's.
The Tiefling was a bit of a surprise, but Mykiel wasn't bothered by their presence. Or at least he hadn't mentioned it as of yet. She wasn't even sure if anyone else in the party knew what she was. Nobody seemed to have brought it up and if questions of parentage came up in last nights conversation she just mentioned the parents she had left so she could seek out her own way to help people. Priests to Lathander, that was enough.
Patting Wonder one last time, she asks him to stay by the cart as she also moves ahead to get a better look. Four eyes were better than two, plus she'd never met a tiefling... ever.
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Peran's eyes followed Tangle as she strutted to the front of the cart, happy for the chainmail vest that hangs far enough down the front of his pants. "Pray for a quiet day, indeed." he thinks to himself, "I've not seen a woman this inviting outside the whorehouses at the harbor, I would not mind finally getting myself in a tangle." He grinned to himself as he pulled his gaze away. "It's been a while, after all."
It seemed the group had all gotten ready for the day's travel, so he gave Diodato a nod, signalling for him to get the wagon rolling. The sound of the gravel crunching under the wheels and the plodding step of the oxen were relaxing, and he aimed his nose in the wind to enjoy the morning breeze. He missed the saltiness in the air closer to shore, but the earthy smell of the morning was not unwelcome either.
He listens in on the conversation between Grum and Diodato. The giant half-orc was an intimidating sight, it seemed excessive indeed to have more than just him guard a cart from Neverwinter to Phandalin.
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Rosella, make a Perception check for me as well please.
Perception: 18
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“Yes, she has helped keep this journey interesting. Not often I get to spend this long in the company of a tiefling. The last one I met was wearing a pair of manacles and spitting a few choice words from behind iron bars.”
Diodato glanced arond at his companions. The party was an odd mix, and did seem a little large for such a simple shipment. OOC: What are we transporting in the wagon.
“Gundren is just an excuse to get out and visit some of the Sword Coast. If he wants to spend his money and help me get there, I am more for it. What about you Grum? What got you sitting here on this cart?”
Rosella looks back at the group talking, and whistles to summon Wonder to keep pace with her, thinking it better to have him close.
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The warm sun shines down on Tangles dark blue skin, a thin wind stirring the dust from the road into the air. She looks back as the striking Ranger approaches, arching an eyebrow before returning to scan the road ahead. When Rosella gets within chatting distance Tangle pipes up, "What's up with you and that bear? Aren't you worried he might get hungry one night and make a snack of you? Maybe that's why you like travelling with so many people. He's more than likely to start on one of us before you." Tangle smiles, as her eyes continue to scan the brush. "Or...did you hear my chat with pretty boy back there and get jealous? Don't worry. I can share. Unless..." she turns and her blue cat eyes focus on Rosella, "...you want me all for yourself." She cackles a laugh and turns her attention back to the road. "I'd be into that." With the sun now beating down on them and the cool morning air gone Tangle seems more comfortable as she walks along with a strut. "Ug, how do people live outside of cities? It is SO boring out here! What I wouldn't give for some brigands, or heck, even a pack of kobolds at this point." She stops walking for a moment, sniffing the air and facing Rosella for a moment before looking away and resuming her walk. In a matter of fact tone she says, "I think you stink. Like overly sweet flowers or something. It's rather off putting." She continues on down the path.
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
OOC: @Diadoto, you're transporting an assortment of mining supplies and food. Sacks of flour, casks of salted pork, two kegs of strong ale, shovels, picks, and crowbars.
"..." Rosella pats Wonder on the shoulder. "I found him as a cub. His mother had rejected him, so I raised him on my own. I tried to raise him as best I could so he could return to the wild if he wanted to. He's never tried to eat me so far, nor anyone else we've met along the roads we've traveled. I try to take him out hunting with me, though he'll as readily eat roots and berries. He loves fishing more than anything, so whenever I get the chance we spend time near lakes and streams. He's free to leave whenever he wants, but he hasn't yet so far. I like to think that he sees me as his friend. Trying to get people to let me stable him for the night when we're in towns or cities is a bit of a challenge, but we manage as best we can."
She grimaces when Tangle mentions the conversation she had with the men back on the cart. "Um, no. You can keep him," She meets Tangles eyes with her own blue eyes flecked with gold before lifting them up to glance at the tree line. She twists her hair back with one hand as she draws her hood up, feeling uncomfortable with the staring. "I don't particularly like anyone of them in that way, I spend to much time wandering to focus of things like that. As for living outside of cities, it's just as much an adventure as any city. You just need to know what you're looking for." Rosella keeps her eyes at the treeline, "I've had just as many interesting adventures out in the wilderness as I have in the city."
Rosella pauses briefly when Tangle says that she stank of flowers. Can Tieflings tell an Aasimar for a normal human just by smelling them? she thought to herself. "Well," she replies, "I try to keep my appearances up. A lady in one of the smaller villages I was helping offered me some nice smelling perfume powder as a gift. So I tend to put some on when I enter a village or city. People tend to be a bit off put when you come out of the woods smelling of sweat or guts."
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Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard
Peran decides to join in the conversation as they talk about the Tiefling, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, "Not just her, Rosella there also strikes an interesting figure." he says, taking no effort to hide his appreciation of both of the women, "I wonder if her bear lets others pet it, too. Didn't think to try it yet, don't want to get my hand bitten off."
Watching the two women walk up ahead of the cart, his thoughts drift for a moment before he snaps back to reality and looks at the men. "I'm sure Gundren will have a job for us after Phandalin, what with all these supplies. It's not even valuable what we've got on the wagon here. So either he's got something hidden away among the sacks or casks, or there's another job waiting for us. I wonder what it is." he trails off, once again letting his mind wander whilst tracking a bird through the air with his eyes.
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Grum replies to Diodato, "To tell the truth, I tend to avoid people as much as I can, especially in large groups or crowds. I've found them to be cruel. Don't get me wrong, I've known individuals who were pleasant enough, but as soon as crowds form, their pack mentality robs them of all kindness and makes them brutal and judgemental... But, I need supplies as much as the next person, so I need work occasionally too. Gundren is the one man I've found who just cares whether the job gets done, and not about the colour or shape of who does it. So here I am."
Turning to Peran, he says "I think you may need permission from both Rosella and the bear, and either may lead to you getting your hand bitten off. So if you're going to try, let me know - I'd like to see that." Grum smirks at the mental image. "I suspect you might be right about Gundren though - it seemed there was more to this than he was letting on to me, at least."
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RavenloftAnnihilation"What do you think Gundred is going to have us do when we reach Phandalin?" Rosella asks as she finishes adjusting her hood.
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"Well I am only in for this job. I have other business to attend to in the area." Diodato flick the reins softly to keep the wagon moving.