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The road narrows gradually as the afternoon wears on, the giving way to rougher ground, scattered stone, and hills that rise a little closer with every passing mile. Long shadows begin stretching across the road ahead while the wagon creaks steadily onward beside Lethira’s measured stride.
When the figure appears along the roadside, her attention settles on him almost immediately. The stacked shoes catch her eye first. She says nothing at first, simply watching.
Then Flins flicks a silver piece toward the beggar. “That was more generous than he asked for,” she says calmly.
Her attention settles on the beggar again, then briefly along the stretch of road around him. Nothing about the scene feels immediately dangerous, but something still feels off. She steps a little closer toward the roadside, her tone remaining gentle and even.
“You’re a fair distance from Cairdell, or any place for that matter” she says. A small pause follows. “Has the road been unkind to you… or people on it?”
Insight Check 21
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“You’ve still been very kind,” the beggar answers, in a slightly clipped tone. Lethira notices that the beggar seems to be trying to get rid of Flins as quickly as possible, without anyone asking too many questions.
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Lethira watches the man settle near the roadside, the battered shoes cast aside beside him. The smoothness of his feet despite claiming the road has been hard on him. The faint strain in his voice, as though he’s working slightly harder at sounding helpless than helplessness usually requires.
“The road usually leaves more on the soles than that,” she says gently, her gaze lowering briefly toward his feet before lifting again.
As she speaks, she begins moving slowly around him rather than standing fixed in front of him. The movement is unhurried, as though simply giving the man room while they talk. In truth, she’s watching him, where his attention moves, whether he stands up, how focused he is on the wagon and the others on it. One hand lowers casually near her side as she moves, fingers turning in a small, subtle gesture toward the front of the wagon. Just enough for Flins to understand that something here is not right.
Her eyes drift once more toward the discarded shoes before lifting back to the beggar himself. “And you haven’t passed anyone else today?” she asks calmly. “No riders coming east? No travelers ahead on the road?”
She leaves the questions open rather than pressing them, she is not all that interested in the answers. The purpose is to extend her reason for being in front of him, allowing the silence to extend itself as she continues to take in the stranger.
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Rutrow still in the wagon notices the exchange and starts paying more attention to both the beggar and the surrounding area.
Insight 14
Perception 18
Rutrow, knowing and known by the people of Cairdell, is a little leery of the stranger. Being a native of Cairdell, he recognizes from his accent that he isn’t a local, but what gets his attention is his shoes; despite appearing in tatters, he recognizes the subtle craftsmanship involved in making convincingly worn shoes and wonders, perhaps aloud, whether something other than feet could fit in such a sole, for he sees the beggar’s feet are not unusually large, unlike those of his traveling companion Orien the bear.
Lethira watches the man settle near the roadside, the battered shoes cast aside beside him. The smoothness of his feet despite claiming the road has been hard on him. The faint strain in his voice, as though he’s working slightly harder at sounding helpless than helplessness usually requires.
“The road usually leaves more on the soles than that,” she says gently, her gaze lowering briefly toward his feet before lifting again.
As she speaks, she begins moving slowly around him rather than standing fixed in front of him. The movement is unhurried, as though simply giving the man room while they talk. In truth, she’s watching him, where his attention moves, whether he stands up, how focused he is on the wagon and the others on it. One hand lowers casually near her side as she moves, fingers turning in a small, subtle gesture toward the front of the wagon. Just enough for Flins to understand that something here is not right.
Her eyes drift once more toward the discarded shoes before lifting back to the beggar himself. “And you haven’t passed anyone else today?” she asks calmly. “No riders coming east? No travelers ahead on the road?”
She leaves the questions open rather than pressing them, she is not all that interested in the answers. The purpose is to extend her reason for being in front of him, allowing the silence to extend itself as she continues to take in the stranger.
Perception Check: 14
”No, none save you,” the beggar answers Lethira. She and now Flins, whom she signaled that something was amiss, notice his unusual shoes. Flins, once a street urchin himself, would recall that such tattered footwear paradoxically belong to a rich man.
Lethira for her part notices that for a man resting his feet, he keeps his shoes unusually close at hand, as if he suspects that someone might steal them; a detail Rutrow also notices.
Rutrow also notices that the beggar is perspiring, but it is not sweat borne of hard labor; something Rutrow knew all too well.
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Rutrow still in the wagon notices the exchange and starts paying more attention to both the beggar and the surrounding area.
Insight 14
Perception 18
Rutrow, knowing and known by the people of Cairdell, is a little leery of the stranger. Being a native of Cairdell, he recognizes from his accent that he isn’t a local, but what gets his attention is his shoes; despite appearing in tatters, he recognizes the subtle craftsmanship involved in making convincingly worn shoes and wonders, perhaps aloud, whether something other than feet could fit in such a sole, for he sees the beggar’s feet are not unusually large, unlike those of his traveling companion Orien the bear.
Lethira watches the man settle near the roadside, the battered shoes cast aside beside him. The smoothness of his feet despite claiming the road has been hard on him. The faint strain in his voice, as though he’s working slightly harder at sounding helpless than helplessness usually requires.
“The road usually leaves more on the soles than that,” she says gently, her gaze lowering briefly toward his feet before lifting again.
As she speaks, she begins moving slowly around him rather than standing fixed in front of him. The movement is unhurried, as though simply giving the man room while they talk. In truth, she’s watching him, where his attention moves, whether he stands up, how focused he is on the wagon and the others on it. One hand lowers casually near her side as she moves, fingers turning in a small, subtle gesture toward the front of the wagon. Just enough for Flins to understand that something here is not right.
Her eyes drift once more toward the discarded shoes before lifting back to the beggar himself. “And you haven’t passed anyone else today?” she asks calmly. “No riders coming east? No travelers ahead on the road?”
She leaves the questions open rather than pressing them, she is not all that interested in the answers. The purpose is to extend her reason for being in front of him, allowing the silence to extend itself as she continues to take in the stranger.
Perception Check: 14
”No, none save you,” the beggar answers Lethira. She and now Flins, whom she signaled that something was amiss, notice his unusual shoes. Flins, once a street urchin himself, would recall that such tattered footwear paradoxically belong to a rich man.
Lethira for her part notices that for a man resting his feet, he keeps his shoes unusually close at hand, as if he suspects that someone might steal them; a detail Rutrow also notices.
Rutrow also notices that the beggar is perspiring, but it is not sweat borne of hard labor; something Rutrow knew all too well.
"Were you perhaps a noble or maybe a rich merchant?"
"Well I don't have any copper on me right now."
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“You’ve still been very kind,” the beggar answers, in a slightly clipped tone. Lethira notices that the beggar seems to be trying to get rid of Flins as quickly as possible, without anyone asking too many questions.
Hello hello, I am Mr. Dicestone, a fellow adventurer and Planeswalker, enjoying the realm of wonders and wizardry and clicky math rocks. When not crafting the wonderful and whimsical world of Dan-thurás, I’m also working on custom spells and subclasses (hopefully coming soon to a forum or campaign near you) and other enjoyable settings for people to experience or staring with my third eye into space, rolling dice for no reason
Rutrow still in the wagon notices the exchange and starts paying more attention to both the beggar and the surrounding area.
Insight 14
Perception 18
Lethira watches the man settle near the roadside, the battered shoes cast aside beside him. The smoothness of his feet despite claiming the road has been hard on him. The faint strain in his voice, as though he’s working slightly harder at sounding helpless than helplessness usually requires.
“The road usually leaves more on the soles than that,” she says gently, her gaze lowering briefly toward his feet before lifting again.
As she speaks, she begins moving slowly around him rather than standing fixed in front of him. The movement is unhurried, as though simply giving the man room while they talk. In truth, she’s watching him, where his attention moves, whether he stands up, how focused he is on the wagon and the others on it. One hand lowers casually near her side as she moves, fingers turning in a small, subtle gesture toward the front of the wagon. Just enough for Flins to understand that something here is not right.
Her eyes drift once more toward the discarded shoes before lifting back to the beggar himself. “And you haven’t passed anyone else today?” she asks calmly. “No riders coming east? No travelers ahead on the road?”
She leaves the questions open rather than pressing them, she is not all that interested in the answers. The purpose is to extend her reason for being in front of him, allowing the silence to extend itself as she continues to take in the stranger.
Perception Check: 14
Mia scrutinizes him but says nothing.
Hiya! You can call me Link. Here’s a bit about me:
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Foxy Lunar Archpriest. Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. He/Him
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
Èist ri Arirang aig BTS!Rutrow, knowing and known by the people of Cairdell, is a little leery of the stranger. Being a native of Cairdell, he recognizes from his accent that he isn’t a local, but what gets his attention is his shoes; despite appearing in tatters, he recognizes the subtle craftsmanship involved in making convincingly worn shoes and wonders, perhaps aloud, whether something other than feet could fit in such a sole, for he sees the beggar’s feet are not unusually large, unlike those of his traveling companion Orien the bear.
”No, none save you,” the beggar answers Lethira. She and now Flins, whom she signaled that something was amiss, notice his unusual shoes. Flins, once a street urchin himself, would recall that such tattered footwear paradoxically belong to a rich man.
Lethira for her part notices that for a man resting his feet, he keeps his shoes unusually close at hand, as if he suspects that someone might steal them; a detail Rutrow also notices.
Rutrow also notices that the beggar is perspiring, but it is not sweat borne of hard labor; something Rutrow knew all too well.
Hello hello, I am Mr. Dicestone, a fellow adventurer and Planeswalker, enjoying the realm of wonders and wizardry and clicky math rocks. When not crafting the wonderful and whimsical world of Dan-thurás, I’m also working on custom spells and subclasses (hopefully coming soon to a forum or campaign near you) and other enjoyable settings for people to experience or staring with my third eye into space, rolling dice for no reason
"Were you perhaps a noble or maybe a rich merchant?"
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