"Sounds like the best deal I’m going to get in town. If we can get some assurance that Wakanga will be able to honor the agreement should you come to meet your end…again, then count me in. Although I’ve had to face one enemy more than once because they cheated death and wouldn’t shed a tear if he died for good because of this issue with magic, I also know that no good will come to the world if it continues as is. "
Brunella walks out into the midday heat, taking in the myriad people surrounding her. Once again she is confused by civilization. Death is such a basic part of life, how can these people not know this? Do they think their stone castles, musty books, obscure gods, and colorful potions change the basic cycle of birth, life, and death?
She takes stock of the party around her. She has seen humans. Mostly a disappointing species in her experience, and this bandaged one appears to be par for the course.
The dwarf male appears to be physically fit for once, not a fat weakling like most she's seen in cities. She walks up next to him, looking directly at his glutes and thighs, completely obvious and clear in her detailed visual inspection of him. "This one has a good body", she thinks approvingly "I would see more of it".
The half breed is rarer. She's seen a few of his type. She looks on him with pity, but not without some empathy, as she also has experience looking different from those around her.
The tall woman is a mystery. A half-giant perhaps? But the most puzzling is the reptilian creature in front of her. It waddles, and looks like something her tribe would capture, cook, and eat. However, it is clearly intelligent and speaks. Without any preamble or introduction, Brunella walks up to the Tortle. "What manner of thing are you? Are you cursed, or are you a beast?"
It is clear to Kurma and any other party members with any social sense that Brunella is not deliberately trying to provoke or insult the Tortle, despite her words being possibly offensive.
“Yes, let’s get some ale for our dwarven friends!” Irommek says as he gathers up his gear and smiles at the half-elf.
“I say we find a guide first. They may have suggestions on what gear to get and an idea where to get the best deals.”
Irommek looked around at the group and was smiling behind his beard. It had been too long since he was on an adventure and this was quite the diverse and entertaining group.
As the group made their way out into the street, Irommek couldn't help but feel Brunella undress him with her wild eyes and over-heard her question the Tortle. Laughing, Irommek chimes in, “I’ve never seen a drunk Tortle before. Kurma, my tough-shelled companion, once we’ve secured a guide and gear, you’ll have to tell us all about yourself and there’s nothing better to loosen the tongue than a few drinks at one of these fine inns!”
"What manner of thing are you? Are you cursed, or are you a beast?"
Kurma is looking back to Brunella, giving her a smile. " I am a Tortle, and we have evolved a long time ago from beast, yes, but we are now a sentient race. This island is our home. But I can see from your tattoos and your manner that you are also from here, it look like you are part of the albinos dwarves communauty. This is exceptional, I always to learn more about their society !"
Turning slowly his head toward the other dwarf, " I am quite young to drink ale but, as a scientific experiment, I will give it a try. I'd love to hear more about your customs also."
Brunella nods her head at the Tortle, satisfied with his explanation. She then turns to the large one, more than half again her size. "I have eaten at the Thundering Lizard.The meat is good. The ale is good. They have arm wrestling. It is a good place, for a city."