Blood Scales Game

"How do we have any more of an advantage now that before? Some of us were nearly killed in the city just a few days ago and that was only three of them," Sayre reminds everyone. "Then two almost killed some of you after escaping the jail," she adds. "We need better options," she said firmly.

Navek had nodded in thanks for the food, but just as quickly interposed a callused goliath finger between Lora and his cheek before gently pushing her back. 'You ain't out the woods yet' he conveys with a brief but hard look. If needed be, he was even ready to intercept a second attempt with a spoonful of breakfast and tight, but warning grin.

As for Thimbol, Navek started to glare at the halfling, but Payne's interjection threw him off in more ways than one. He fidgets in the seat. And with far more care than usually shone, he eats the rest of his meal in silence while staring into his plate. Over time the Goliath quickly got so wrapped up going over the options, he almost jumps in his seat, but keeps from looking up until she has already moved on. Navek only briefly lets his gaze wander over to Sayre for her last tid bit before leaving it on Payne.

"I think what Sayre here is trying to say is... we'll figure something out, Miss Payne, and be gone before proper light." He says with a small chuckle. "So you... and the rest of the town can rest easy. Because we'll be back before long too." Navek then looks to the twins one last time. "Now you boys don't overwork the good Sheriff. Because if I come back and find out you did, yesterdays little exercises are gonna feel like a walk in the park... We clear?" He warns. 

"My words were plain. I'm not going to make promises to anyone. I will do my level best to rid town of this menace but we need more people and a better plan," Sayre retorts. "I understand your need to sound diplomatic and reassuring but the entire town needs to be on thier guard. They aren't safe here and until we can make it safe they need to be vigilant," she adds firmly. "Gus and Chip lending a hand is a start but we all should consider past allies as well as ways to breakdown Shiv's forces and not be delusional in thinking we can take them head on," she says her tone showing her growing doubts that the party is capable regardless of Leadbelly's boons and Smoke's magic items. "I say we let them make another move before overcommiting ourselves to outright attack," she finishes rising up from the breakfast table. "Good luck you two," she says to Chip and Gus. "I appreciate your helping us as well as yourselves," she adds before leaving the room taking her bow and gear with her outside. "Anyone want to ge my buddy," she pauses looking at the table curiously.

Sayre is going to find Smoke and ask if he knows where they might get a warforge like the one he uses in his shop. She knows they need more allies to face the task ahead.

Thimbol could only shake his head,  "We're the ones the city is relying on, and I shouldn't even be the one to remind everyone. " Sighing, "If needed be I'll go again. We can't wait for them to make the first move. They can't be predicted. Next thing you know Smoke is dead because of the wait and see..."

"We do needs to start plans, I have ideas but I don't know how we can do them without being seen. If the Bloodscales have spies or people watching we can move without them knowing. I think we need to start with setting up so defenses, if we can make traps, bear traps, pit traps and maybe poison traps we can get a small advantage. This is a war, and it is sadly obvious we can't be merciful anymore. It only hurts ourselves." Sitting and eating, her eyes unfocused as she thinks out loud. "If we had cows or deers, I would fill them with slow poison and run them toward the camp. Make it seem they escaped, or lost. Run into some of them and retreat, put on an act. Let them eat tainted meat and hope that a majority gets infected, wait as it starts working."

Navek is just pinching the bridge of his nose by the by time Lora finishes speaking. In fact, he was already messaging the location the moment Sayre spoke up, misreading the intent of his words. If Payne and the twins are still around, he shares one last tired look at her before closing his eyes again. He risks a glance outside the window, hoping in possibly vain now the sun had begun rising over the horizon; thus, canceling prior plans of attack anytime soon with an advantage. Either way, he doesn't speak up until the trio have left. Once they do, but Sayre and the others are /hopefully/ still around, he straightens up in his seat with a deep breath.

"We're not poisoning cows or deers. Just... no... Go with Sayre... Buy some hunting traps. Consider them part of an exit strategy for now. Or don't. I honestly don't care. Just... get them. Mo... Thimbol..." He sighs tiredly. "Check back with the Mayor. See if he's not only alright, but willing to fund some defensive measures for the town. Then go to the carpenter... uhm, Blitzen, if I remember correctly. Dear Hephaestus. Of all the times to... *ahem*... Coordinate with him about getting the right people on the job of working on a wall." He says looking over to impulsive duo. "I'll... stay here and try not drink myself oblivion." With that, Navek gets up from his seat and without another word or glancing back, heads down into the basement.

(I'm not okay with any of that😐)

Once Navek lays out his plan and heads down to the basement Mo rises from his seat and says, "Wellll... I'm not going to see the mayor, and I'm not going to see the carpenter...I'm going to see the BSers.  I'm going to go destroy those chumps.  I'd love some backup." Mo waits just a beat, and then heads to the door to leave.

"I'm coming, Mo." Thimbol jumped from his seat and grabbed a handful of breakfast to munch on the way out. "Build an army... Build a wall... Yeah, I'm sure the Blood Scales are just gonna sit around and wait for all this to happen!" 

(If lorarila wants to go you may have to give her a second to put on pants... unless that is part of your distraction :P)

(Also, I will say that it is not quite dusk yet... )

**mo will take his pants off in solidarity. lets porky pig it everyone**

Seeing no one is willing to be her buddy for her warforge search Sayre lingers to hear Navek give orders that fall on deaf ears and Thimbol's statement along with Mo's agreement to help.

"Suicide mission then," Sayre asks looking at them both. "Navek's ideas about fortifying the town or mine about getting more help might take time but you two are making a mistake to think you can handle them all yourselves," she adds sighing. "I'd like to get a look at their set up. How about we go and try to pick a couple off before storming their camp," she adds in a hopeful tone that the two will see reason.

"Mo knows we might not take the whole operation down, but let's at least go shake things up. They've attacked us enough, let's take the fight to their door. Perhaps we draw a few away from camp and take them out?"

"Exactly my thinking," Sayre replies. "We should tell Navek though even if he disapproves i feel better with him knowing," she adds.

Mo yells down into the basement, "Navek! Gear up! We're leaving now! "

There is no response...

(it is assumed that the large barrel of ale that killed mr. leadbelly is at it again! It's thirst for blood knows no limits!)

Mo waits for about 30 seconds, "Well, he's not coming, lets go."

"Lora ready to pick off some BSers," Sayre asks, "but first pants. Definitely pants," she adds giggling.