Seven Saints: Crimson Fang

Crispy:

 Chetin and the dwarf lady carefully let go, letting the weight of the cart rely on the ad-hoc repairs to the wheel. There is an uneasy creak at first, but it seems to stay in place (Akaas can use a little bit of woodworking to make a stopper so the wheel doesn't fall off the axle.)

"Hoo, lucky I ran into folks like you." The dwarf says, looking at the work done. "You really saved my skin, I wouldn't wanna be stranded still this far away from the big city."

Crispy stops. Hm. Battle damage. Can I tell from what? 

Borg will try to see if she can pick these crates up and bring them to the cart

Akaas can use a little bit of woodworking to make a stopper so the wheel doesn't fall off the axle.  Do I need to roll for that?

"Big city?" Akaas asks. "Where are you headed?"

The dwarf chuckles. "Well Greenholden, of course." She looks to Borg, who is kindly lifting the boxes into the back of the cart. "Well, you're all mighty kind, aren't ya? S'pose I should think of a nice thank you for y'all."

“What happened here?” Crispy points to the damage on the side.

"Where?" The dwarf says, then sees to where Crispy is referring. "Oh that? Had a run-in with some lizardfolk bein' pushy in the swamp. Managed to get out mostly unscathed, lost a box to 'em though."

Crispy stares at the dwarf but doesnt answer.

Akaas looks down the road in the direction the cart is pointed and grins. "Of course," he says a little embarrassed. "And your smiling face is enough thanks for us," the old halfling says, bowing. Before turning to climb back up onto their cart, Akaas says to the dwarf with bright eyes, "May Selune guide your steps in the night, and bring them to the new dawn."

Borg sighs. "Well chick, I think we should keep an eye out in the swamp for lizard folk." 

"N'aww, well ain't you a lovely man." The dwarf says. She steps forward to Akaas, then gives him a kiss on the forehead. "The name's Lynna, by the way. Maybe see ya on the way back."

Chetin does a bow as they leave, returning to his spot before, "Apologies Migello, we may continue on now."

From her vantage point up above, Luthollal sees all that has transpired.
'So are they in lesbians now as well?'

Friedrych flinches for a fraction of a second. 'What? No! Why would you...' He rests his head against his hand. 'We're going to need a good conversation about relationships. Don't they teach this down in the Nine Hells?'
'So is she going to exploit him?'
'What?!'
'Well, she just tricked him into performing a service for her without any reward. The strong and clever exploiting the weak and feeble: that's how relations work in Hell.'
'I... well... no...'  Friedrych audibly sighs. 'We'll talk about this later, Lulu.'

Seeing how the Dwarf lady has been 'rescued' from her predicament, Friedrych turns to Mr. Migello and asks: 'Do we have anything like a spare wheel or something in case our wagon gets stuck or worse?'

”Looks like it” she says to Borg. “That went too smoothly.” she mumbles, still overly cautious.

Mr. Migello chuckles. "Well sometimes things are just as they are." He says, getting the cart to continue on its way.

"Bye, and thanks again!" Lynna waves to the others as they begin to leave. She proceeds to go untether her pony and bring her to the front of the cart again.

The journey continues for another few hours of open road with large fields and pastures, you slowly come alongside the forest to the west of the path, and to the east some farmlands appear to be within walking distance. "So, I suppose we should get to know each other a little better." Mr. Migello says, pulling out a long ornate silver pipe and a box of dried leaves. "Anyone want to share a story? It's still a few hours before our first main stop for the evening."

Crispy’s personal life was filled with nothing but bad news and no happy endings. Before she was an adventurer, she was a cop. Her and her partner were responsible for investigating, eliminating, or bringing in threats that the normal police force couldnt handle. She was recruited into this elite task force and was given a second chance at life. Instead of doing what was right, Crispy was plagued with bad programming and poor choices, and did anything but that. Sure, she hates criminal scum, but they would beat up, torture, bribe, extort, and do other things that made them above the law. One day she messed with the wrong crime boss and lost it all. Her job, her partner, his family, her home town, and any respect she ever had. 

'Wow.' Friedrych gives a low-key whistle. 'I mean... wow. Sorry for your loss and all but that's the story we're opening with? Talk about setting the mood...'

'Are strangers always this forthcoming with their life story?' Luthollal asks telepathically. 'You would think not.' Friedrych replies in their heads. 'But as they say: there are always exceptions to every rule.'

He clears his throat. 'Anyone else want to share a story?'

“Oh ho, i’m sorry.” she says as sarcastically as she can, “I save my stories about puppies, butterflies, and rainbows for the day I actually have one to tell. Friedrych.” 

Borg just sits by and listens to peoples stories. "I'm not sure we are allowed puppies in our room chick, but I can ask." Borg chuckles.

Crispy punches her shoulder, chuckling, making an inappropriate sexual comment about them already sharing two *****cats.