"Petunia?" says Gareth. "I think you're in luck, Big Al. We came across a cow and some horses on our way here. They were near the ruins of Conyberry. We tied them up not far from here. I can go get them for you."
He follows Big Al inside the farmhouse as he speaks and watches as he tends to his injuries. Eldrin cleans a chair with magic before sitting down on it, which causes the ranger to smile. It was just such an Eldrin thing to do.
Meiragives Eldrina slight grin at his very factual answer. As others head inside, she follows. "I am certainly willing to help you clean things up, Big Al. And yes, as Gareth said, your cows tied to the fence just the other side of your fields." As Big Al and then Eldrin sit, her eyes glance up the stairs. "We are sure no orcs are left?" she asks. "With your permission, maybe we should check things out upstairs?" While waiting for an answer she slowly starts to creep up. (Stealth: 11)
"Petunia?"Lyraasks once she follows everyone inside. She looks momentarily lost, until she realizes Big Al is talking about Daisy. "OH! You mean Daisy? I thought of giving her a name when Zephyros found her, but Petunia is definitely a beautiful name for your prize cow." She pauses for a beat. "Are the horses yours as well? They're Larry, Barry, and Harry. Though I guess you had other names for them, too?"
The cleric sits with the rest and asks curiously, "Might I ask… the butter skulls… how… I mean… why…?"She frowns, unsure how to put her thoughts into words, and finally blurts out bluntly, "What are they for? Are they, like, for eating? I mean, they're cool, of course! I've just never seen butter shaped into skulls before." She chuckles nervously.
Her tone grows more serious when she addresses Big Al's farm hand. "Of course we'll help. We'll bury them. Perhaps after you've rested and feel a bit better, we could say our farewells. Maybe before the sun sets—I'm pretty sure your farm will have a beautiful glow by then." Lyra pauses, "I am so sorry. I wish we could have helped earlier."
"Petunia?" says Gareth. "I think you're in luck, Big Al. We came across a cow and some horses on our way here. They were near the ruins of Conyberry. We tied them up not far from here. I can go get them for you."
He follows Big Al inside the farmhouse as he speaks and watches as he tends to his injuries. Eldrin cleans a chair with magic before sitting down on it, which causes the ranger to smile. It was just such an Eldrin thing to do.
Extended Signature
Characters: Bryony Alderleaf (Phandelver and Below) ♦ Vesta Trevelyan (Vecna: Eve of Ruin) ♦ Ada Kendrick (Curse of Strahd) ♦ Gareth Blackwood (Dragon of Icespire Peak)
DM: Baldur's Gate: Descent Into Avernus & Phandalin Adventures
Meira gives Eldrin a slight grin at his very factual answer. As others head inside, she follows. "I am certainly willing to help you clean things up, Big Al. And yes, as Gareth said, your cows tied to the fence just the other side of your fields." As Big Al and then Eldrin sit, her eyes glance up the stairs. "We are sure no orcs are left?" she asks. "With your permission, maybe we should check things out upstairs?" While waiting for an answer she slowly starts to creep up. (Stealth: 11)
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
"Petunia?" Lyra asks once she follows everyone inside. She looks momentarily lost, until she realizes Big Al is talking about Daisy. "OH! You mean Daisy? I thought of giving her a name when Zephyros found her, but Petunia is definitely a beautiful name for your prize cow." She pauses for a beat. "Are the horses yours as well? They're Larry, Barry, and Harry. Though I guess you had other names for them, too?"
The cleric sits with the rest and asks curiously, "Might I ask… the butter skulls… how… I mean… why…?" She frowns, unsure how to put her thoughts into words, and finally blurts out bluntly, "What are they for? Are they, like, for eating? I mean, they're cool, of course! I've just never seen butter shaped into skulls before." She chuckles nervously.
Her tone grows more serious when she addresses Big Al's farm hand. "Of course we'll help. We'll bury them. Perhaps after you've rested and feel a bit better, we could say our farewells. Maybe before the sun sets—I'm pretty sure your farm will have a beautiful glow by then." Lyra pauses, "I am so sorry. I wish we could have helped earlier."
Peindre l'amour, peindre la vie, pleurer en couleur ♫
Auriel | Shenua | Arren | Lyra