The Kenku continues still on gripping the spear with his right hand currently covered from positioning it to be almost part of the long-sleeve of his worn monk-like robes. During this, he reaches into a pouch with his off-hand to produce 8 gold and 5 silver, handing it to Hatch while carefully eyeing the beast, recoiling his hand back after it growls in response. T'yeeno says no words, yet his bird-face shows the expression of fear, as though he cannot trust his acquaintances to back him if their plan fails, which seems to be the case, but unnoticed to him.
the little one moves forward (is there indeed 50 gold coins to show him?) he has his javelin held out like a spear, cautious he will be attacked.
the 4 legged beast steps foward and growls, also apparently awaiting an ambush.
the big one stands his ground, and awaits the little ones feedback.
(There is indeed, dipping all into my starting cash)
Hatch exuded far more confidence than his companion, feeling optimistic about his plan, his ability to dispatch at least the small reptilian if needs be, and that his party would swoop in should things go bad.
( Dropping myself out of the campaign here, sorry if it seems abrupt. A couple of pieces of real life work and spending time with my friends and family are becoming apparent after a recent relative of mine passed away. I didn't know them personally, but alot of my family did so I want to help them cope with the family's loss. Again, sorry for the short notice, I might come back, but I have to readjust now that quarantine in our area is slowly clearing itself up. I will still be playing DND on Beyond, but I cannot keep up to pace with too many campaigns at once, sorry.)
(Yours Truly,)
(OFTTopic.)
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The Kenku continues still on gripping the spear with his right hand currently covered from positioning it to be almost part of the long-sleeve of his worn monk-like robes. During this, he reaches into a pouch with his off-hand to produce 8 gold and 5 silver, handing it to Hatch while carefully eyeing the beast, recoiling his hand back after it growls in response. T'yeeno says no words, yet his bird-face shows the expression of fear, as though he cannot trust his acquaintances to back him if their plan fails, which seems to be the case, but unnoticed to him.
(There is indeed, dipping all into my starting cash)
Hatch exuded far more confidence than his companion, feeling optimistic about his plan, his ability to dispatch at least the small reptilian if needs be, and that his party would swoop in should things go bad.
"Plenty of coin for one poisoned man, yes?"
( Dropping myself out of the campaign here, sorry if it seems abrupt. A couple of pieces of real life work and spending time with my friends and family are becoming apparent after a recent relative of mine passed away. I didn't know them personally, but alot of my family did so I want to help them cope with the family's loss. Again, sorry for the short notice, I might come back, but I have to readjust now that quarantine in our area is slowly clearing itself up. I will still be playing DND on Beyond, but I cannot keep up to pace with too many campaigns at once, sorry.)
(Yours Truly,)
(OFTTopic.)