One voice offered to heal them of their ailments, another promised to come no closer and new one who spoke of sanctuary as if she knew what that could mean.
It is with the last voice that Lara's lip begins to quiver and tears glisten in her cloud white eyes. She looks so weary and frightened and frail. Nyla senses her beginning to collapse and holds her up.
Lara reaches out "Who...who are you? Please we can't--" at which she buries her head on Nyla's shoulder and her body shakes as it is wracked with sobbing.
Dathyra was quickly regretting her decision to speak. She wasn't really good at this sort of thing. She could stitch a wound, prepare a salve, or mend a cut as if it were breathing. But, she wasn't much of a help when it came to speaking or helping others with an inspiring word. That was Vaquen, who had decided to take on more priestly pursuits, or Father Uridan who could always say the right thing to give others hope and courage. Her heart broke watching the two women sob.
"Please, no, I..." she tried, not sure what to do next. "We are only travelers ourselves. Nothing more. We are just as confused by all of this as you are."
She looked pleadingly to Harivaldr and Sen to try and help. Surely one of them could say something more helpful than her.
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Lvl 5 - Dathyra Galanodel - High Elf Cleric of the Life Domain - Hunted
Harivaldr sighed. This hadn't gone well at all... He turned to his two companions, intending to ask them something, and was faced with the elf's pleading gaze. That's right, he thought, you're not alone anymore, you need to act like it. He took a deep breath, and gave Dathyra a meaningful nod and a small smile. Then he spoke, clearly but softly, "Please, do not cry, Lara. It is only myself, Valdrahir, and two of my companions, Dathyra and Sen, talking to you now. There is nothing you need fear, here."
More quietly, he whispered to his companions, "She's a bit overwhelmed, I don't quite know what has them both on edge, but if either of you have any ideas, it could help us right now. And," he held up a finger, "it would probably be best if only one of us at a time spoke. I've heard it said that the only difference between poison and medicine is the dosage, let's not overdose them with conversation, yeah?"
Seeing the cleric show up to assist these two after trying to help himself, Sen tips his hat and heads back to the wagon. He will explain to the others that these two wouldn’t provide any good information. One was blind and the other less than helpful to say the least.
“I say we move the wagon up and past these two. Weary, tired or distrustful these two are. We don’t have the time to spend making friends for those that do not want it so I must insist we move on. No doubt Harivaldr and Dathyra will catch up with us if we make our way up the road some.”
Harivaldr speaks some consoling words to Lara while she's upset. He whispers to Dathyra and Sen that they shouldn't overwhelm her while she's in such a state.
Sen moves back toward the wagon, ready to be moving forward, converses with Phyllis, Merric and Durven.
After a few moments Lara begins to pull herself together. She snuffles and wipes her face on the sleeve of her worn travel robe, leaving her face streaked with dirt. Nyla takes part of her scarf to clean Lara's cheek. She speaks more to Lara sometimes urgently, sometimes lovingly and Lara finally nods.
"Forgive me, Valdrahir. We did not intend to make our troubles your own." Lara still seems weary but she grasps Nyla's hand for strength. "For us the road is always dangerous, there are men looking for us, bounty hunters if you will." Nyla says something to her once more that no one hears. "We should be on our way. If you come across them please don't tell them you saw us."
Harivaldr frowned pensively as he thought over this new information. Bounty hunters... there's clearly more going on here than meets the eye, he began to stroke his beard, but, they are in no immediate danger, and truth be told, we may be endangering them now by slowing them down. Likely the best course of action was to leave them be, and perhaps try to misdirect their pursuers if they came across them.
"Alright," he said, "We'll leave you be. We never met, and if anyone asks we'll just say the roads have been nice and quiet. Skald's honor. I wish you better luck than has brought you here." He nodded to Dathyra and made his way back to the cart. "Alright everybody, let's get on our way. Just an old deer carcass, nothing we can scavenge," he then said, a little quieter, but still loud enough for everyone at the cart to hear, "They're down on their luck, but they're also weary of strangers and being hunted. Best we can do for them now is keep on our way and play the fool if someone asks."
Dathyra agreed with Harivaldr's swift decision. True, it might have been nice to know the details of why these bounty hunters were after them, but time was of the essence. If they intended to avoid danger, they needed to move along. Still, Dathyra knew she could still help a little.
Before they left, she gently stopped Lara. Dathyra grabbed a few things out of her bag and placed them in the blind woman's hands. Locals were kind to healers and folk of the cloth who helped them in return. Just a few days ago, she had helped a family whose son had accidentally gotten his foot caught in an old animal trap. They had repaid her kindly with a few of their farm's vegetables. Dathyra had already used some of them, running low on her own supplies. All she had left was a cucumber, a handful of carrots, and a couple of apples that she had found beneath a tree on her path. It was all she had left, but she always remembered what it was like to be without anything at all. She wouldn't want to leave someone else in that same place.
"Just in case you cannot find a safe place in the next town," she whispered. "Sometimes people aren't always as kind when they should be. Be safe."
She went back to the cart and the rest of the group, wondering if they might find further trouble down the road if these bounty hunters were not too far behind. But, they had a job to do, and if they could delay these fellows, perhaps the two women would have a chance. With Merric in the back of the cart and feeling a little better herself, Dathyra decided to continue on, following alongside the cart, just behind Harivaldr.
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Lvl 2 - Dathyra Galanodel - High Elf Cleric of the Life Domain - Platinum Plated Keys
Lvl 5 - Dathyra Galanodel - High Elf Cleric of the Life Domain - Hunted
"My sentiments exactly," Phyllis says with a nod to Sen, giving a high pitched whistle to signal her owl to return to her shoulder. From the little she witnessed from her owl and from back on the cart, the two robed women would be more hassle than they were worth. They were not the aforementioned raiders, nor did they seem to speak of any approaching troubles up the road, so Phyllis had to trust in the strength of the group should any danger find them ahead. Best leave the two be on their pilgrimage if they were going to go into near hysterics when someone stopped them.
She's hurt...
Phyllis gave a frown as those words drifted back to her mind. While they didn't ring with familiarity of the situation, the fact that the echoes of a dream where stilled summoned to mind unnerved her a fraction. Perhaps she didn't dream of a physical wound, but an emotional toll? She lightly shook her head. It mattered little now. She turned in her seat to look at the back of the wagon to see where little Merric went to. She still had most of her bread and cheese Durvan offered her and imagining Merric scrounging around again for a meal was not an option for her.
"Merric," she called quietly to the wagon, not seeing where he was. "You didn't eat the..."the word escaped her what Durvan said the orcish recipe was called. "...breakfast, and I happen to have some fresh bread. Would you like to share?"
Merric, hearing his name called out by Phyllis, pops his head up. Taking a cautious look around and seeing the two strangers still in sight he replied quietly...
"My thanks Princess..but perhaps iz best I stay out of sight of the strangers. Youz have me thanks if you would toss it here...I took...err found me own breakfast whenz I smelled that gruel earlier though....wants some of what I found ?"
Digging in his pack a moment, Merric holds up a very tasty looking ring of dried sausage. "I thinks I still gots some of that fish too!"
"Hey...so whaz with them?" Merric motions to the strangers having not heard any of the previous encounter with the others.
I'll just assume someone fills him in briefly about what happens unless someone want to spin/adjust the story in their own fashion...no need to RP this out unless someone it itching to practice their keyboarding.
Note...if someone DOES mention they are being "hunted" by bounty hunters, he'll add something else, but if not, he just goes with the party.
Harivaldr returns to the wagon and tells them that "the travelers are down on their luck and are being hunted." Phyllis and Sen agree that they should continue forward and Merric stays behind the wagon on the lookout as much as he is looking for cover.
Nyla and Lara move off of the trail to make room for your procession to pass.
Dathyra approaches Lara gently and offers her some vegetables that she had in her bag. Nyla positions herself on the opposite side of Lara as this happens.
Dathyra:
Please make a perception check and a religion check.
After hearing about the plight of Lara and Nyla, Merric abruptly scrambles from hiding in the rear of the wagon and pleads with the others...
"Are we leaving? We gotta helps em! There has to be sumtin we can do..." Dropping his voice, you hear a little bit of regret creep in..."You dunna knows what it's likes to have someone hunting ya and always be lookins over yuz shoulder alls the time."
Merric pauses a bit and continues...
"I knows I shudda told yous all before, but you is all tall folk and strangers and I didn't knows who to trust. I gots some some people lookin' for me too...well, theys actually looking for someones else whos gots a nuther name, who looks like me...well...I means...it is me, buts I mights have pretended being someone else a wee bit of time and pissed off some powerful folk whens they founded out. I thoughts I covered me trail wells enough coming to Northwood's Rest, but I thinks one of em showed at The Dew Drop."
He leaves it at that for a moment...
"I'm sorry....didn't wants to put youz all in danger, but you all seems like good folk...I understands if you be wanting to sends me away...maybe that the bestest for all."
Sen addresses Merric rather bluntly. "We offered, they said no thanks. Not much more we can do for them. Do you think I haven't been chased before? Hell, I'm guessing everyone in this group at some point has had someone hot on their heels looking to stick a dagger in each and every one of us."He watches the two as we pass them, shrugging his shoulders in defeat. "If they were smart, they wouldn't have passed us by like they did."
"Now back to your plight. As far as I'm concerned, you watch my back and I'll watch yours. I have no quarrels with that. But you cut and run, leave us to die, anything like that, I'll hunt you down." Sen eases up for the moment not wanting to strike fear into the group. Sen's no loose cannon, but can get rather stern with people. "Who's looking for you anyways? Doesn't seem to me you could get yourself in very much trouble."
"Something is off here," Sen says to Merric. "Back me up on this alright. The way the hooded one positions herself always puts the blind one between her. I'm grabbing her and pulling that cloak back..."
Harivaldr nodded along with Sen's reply, "As he said, we've offered our aid, and they were too scared to take it. We've told them that the road is clear and that they should be able to make it to Westport by nightfall if they move at a good pace, and it looks like our elven sweetheart is giving them something for their trek. I know it's not easy walking away from people in need, Merric, but it's like..." the dwarf takes a moment to think. "It's like this one cat I found, during my first winter on the road. Snow was piling high, and I was trying to find a place to get warm, little more than the clothes on my back, a walking stick, and my dulcimer with me. As I was passin' by this alley, I saw an alley cat, shivering and freezing and cold, and I wanted to help it. So I took off my cloak and I tried to get close enough to warm the little thing up, but when I closed in the cat hissed and snarled something fierce. I tried to coax him with some of my rations, I tried to light a little fire for him, but he wouldn't settle, so I just tried to pick him up all gentle like." The skald heaved a sigh then, and continued, "He scratched me something fierce, and dashed out into the snow. I tried to follow him, but cats can squeeze into spaces no dwarf can, and it wasn't long before I had to give him up, and find shelter where I could. To this day, I don't actually know if the cat survived, but he taught me a valuable lesson that day: not everyone you meet wants to be helped, and not everyone you meet can be helped by you. We cannot shelter them from what they run from, so we've done all we can for them, now we need to take care of ourselves."
He then gave Merric a half-smile, and said, "It speaks well of you to worry for them, when so many others wouldn't, and it also speaks well that you trust us enough to share your plight. Thank you for that." He bowed his head for a moment. "And, if we run into whoever hunts those two, we can try to misdirect them. And no," he chortled as he said this, "we aren't asking you to leave. You may have missed what I said to them, but I follow the code of the road: travelers sharing a roadspace should always help one another. Wouldn't be right to throw you out on your ass just because someone might be coming after you."
After Sen mentions trying to pull off one of their cloaks, Harivaldr says, "I'm not sure if that's wise, friend. Those two have been through enough as it is, I'm not sure we should be pushing buttons."
Looking to Harivaldr, Merric says "Thank you Harivaldr for the sage advice. Tis a good relief you understands and kind not to toss me out the wagon."
*grinning back at Sen* "The luck of being a halfling I'm guessing. I mean...I never actually gets into trouble...it just seeming be looking for me! I may have spended a wee too much of the 'Ward' family money when I pretended to be their one of their kin. Who's was I to know they boy grew so much in one season that I got too short to be lookin like him and they would find out and want their gold back? They gots more than enough gold I'm a thinkin! I thinks the good I didz their reputation spending and giving it away was for the best I bet. They was hated before I got in with em!" *voice trails away* "Anyways...I hears they want my head or something."
Apparently happy to change the topic, he changes tone and says: "Yeah, I backs ya up, but are ya sure? They looks pretty harmless!"
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"They're hiding something, well, the hooded one is. I can feel something off about her. She could be possibly scared, sure. But she's using that blind one as a shield. Hell, the blind one could be held hostage or under a spell as we speak. I'm not one to wrestle with women but I can't shake this feeling." Sen will dash toward her and attempt to grapple her away from the blind one and take her to the ground.
Caught a little off guard by Sen's quick dash to the travellers, Merric delays a bit (a little unsure of how to act), but then jumps down and follows a distance behind, keeping his word to back him up.
*Unfortunately, he realizes a bit too late his bow and quiver still sit in the back of the wagon.*
Lara's head turns with each new voice.
One voice offered to heal them of their ailments, another promised to come no closer and new one who spoke of sanctuary as if she knew what that could mean.
It is with the last voice that Lara's lip begins to quiver and tears glisten in her cloud white eyes. She looks so weary and frightened and frail. Nyla senses her beginning to collapse and holds her up.
Lara reaches out "Who...who are you? Please we can't--" at which she buries her head on Nyla's shoulder and her body shakes as it is wracked with sobbing.
Dathyra was quickly regretting her decision to speak. She wasn't really good at this sort of thing. She could stitch a wound, prepare a salve, or mend a cut as if it were breathing. But, she wasn't much of a help when it came to speaking or helping others with an inspiring word. That was Vaquen, who had decided to take on more priestly pursuits, or Father Uridan who could always say the right thing to give others hope and courage. Her heart broke watching the two women sob.
"Please, no, I..." she tried, not sure what to do next. "We are only travelers ourselves. Nothing more. We are just as confused by all of this as you are."
She looked pleadingly to Harivaldr and Sen to try and help. Surely one of them could say something more helpful than her.
Lvl 2 - Dathyra Galanodel - High Elf Cleric of the Life Domain - Platinum Plated Keys
Lvl 5 - Dathyra Galanodel - High Elf Cleric of the Life Domain - Hunted
Lvl 1 - Geth Hornraven - Human Wizard - Lost Mine of Phandelver
DM - Imela: The Adventure Begins
Harivaldr sighed. This hadn't gone well at all... He turned to his two companions, intending to ask them something, and was faced with the elf's pleading gaze. That's right, he thought, you're not alone anymore, you need to act like it. He took a deep breath, and gave Dathyra a meaningful nod and a small smile. Then he spoke, clearly but softly, "Please, do not cry, Lara. It is only myself, Valdrahir, and two of my companions, Dathyra and Sen, talking to you now. There is nothing you need fear, here."
More quietly, he whispered to his companions, "She's a bit overwhelmed, I don't quite know what has them both on edge, but if either of you have any ideas, it could help us right now. And," he held up a finger, "it would probably be best if only one of us at a time spoke. I've heard it said that the only difference between poison and medicine is the dosage, let's not overdose them with conversation, yeah?"
Seeing the cleric show up to assist these two after trying to help himself, Sen tips his hat and heads back to the wagon. He will explain to the others that these two wouldn’t provide any good information. One was blind and the other less than helpful to say the least.
“I say we move the wagon up and past these two. Weary, tired or distrustful these two are. We don’t have the time to spend making friends for those that do not want it so I must insist we move on. No doubt Harivaldr and Dathyra will catch up with us if we make our way up the road some.”
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Harivaldr speaks some consoling words to Lara while she's upset. He whispers to Dathyra and Sen that they shouldn't overwhelm her while she's in such a state.
Sen moves back toward the wagon, ready to be moving forward, converses with Phyllis, Merric and Durven.
After a few moments Lara begins to pull herself together. She snuffles and wipes her face on the sleeve of her worn travel robe, leaving her face streaked with dirt. Nyla takes part of her scarf to clean Lara's cheek. She speaks more to Lara sometimes urgently, sometimes lovingly and Lara finally nods.
"Forgive me, Valdrahir. We did not intend to make our troubles your own." Lara still seems weary but she grasps Nyla's hand for strength. "For us the road is always dangerous, there are men looking for us, bounty hunters if you will." Nyla says something to her once more that no one hears. "We should be on our way. If you come across them please don't tell them you saw us."
Harivaldr frowned pensively as he thought over this new information. Bounty hunters... there's clearly more going on here than meets the eye, he began to stroke his beard, but, they are in no immediate danger, and truth be told, we may be endangering them now by slowing them down. Likely the best course of action was to leave them be, and perhaps try to misdirect their pursuers if they came across them.
"Alright," he said, "We'll leave you be. We never met, and if anyone asks we'll just say the roads have been nice and quiet. Skald's honor. I wish you better luck than has brought you here." He nodded to Dathyra and made his way back to the cart. "Alright everybody, let's get on our way. Just an old deer carcass, nothing we can scavenge," he then said, a little quieter, but still loud enough for everyone at the cart to hear, "They're down on their luck, but they're also weary of strangers and being hunted. Best we can do for them now is keep on our way and play the fool if someone asks."
Dathyra agreed with Harivaldr's swift decision. True, it might have been nice to know the details of why these bounty hunters were after them, but time was of the essence. If they intended to avoid danger, they needed to move along. Still, Dathyra knew she could still help a little.
Before they left, she gently stopped Lara. Dathyra grabbed a few things out of her bag and placed them in the blind woman's hands. Locals were kind to healers and folk of the cloth who helped them in return. Just a few days ago, she had helped a family whose son had accidentally gotten his foot caught in an old animal trap. They had repaid her kindly with a few of their farm's vegetables. Dathyra had already used some of them, running low on her own supplies. All she had left was a cucumber, a handful of carrots, and a couple of apples that she had found beneath a tree on her path. It was all she had left, but she always remembered what it was like to be without anything at all. She wouldn't want to leave someone else in that same place.
"Just in case you cannot find a safe place in the next town," she whispered. "Sometimes people aren't always as kind when they should be. Be safe."
She went back to the cart and the rest of the group, wondering if they might find further trouble down the road if these bounty hunters were not too far behind. But, they had a job to do, and if they could delay these fellows, perhaps the two women would have a chance. With Merric in the back of the cart and feeling a little better herself, Dathyra decided to continue on, following alongside the cart, just behind Harivaldr.
Lvl 2 - Dathyra Galanodel - High Elf Cleric of the Life Domain - Platinum Plated Keys
Lvl 5 - Dathyra Galanodel - High Elf Cleric of the Life Domain - Hunted
Lvl 1 - Geth Hornraven - Human Wizard - Lost Mine of Phandelver
DM - Imela: The Adventure Begins
"My sentiments exactly," Phyllis says with a nod to Sen, giving a high pitched whistle to signal her owl to return to her shoulder. From the little she witnessed from her owl and from back on the cart, the two robed women would be more hassle than they were worth. They were not the aforementioned raiders, nor did they seem to speak of any approaching troubles up the road, so Phyllis had to trust in the strength of the group should any danger find them ahead. Best leave the two be on their pilgrimage if they were going to go into near hysterics when someone stopped them.
She's hurt...
Phyllis gave a frown as those words drifted back to her mind. While they didn't ring with familiarity of the situation, the fact that the echoes of a dream where stilled summoned to mind unnerved her a fraction. Perhaps she didn't dream of a physical wound, but an emotional toll? She lightly shook her head. It mattered little now. She turned in her seat to look at the back of the wagon to see where little Merric went to. She still had most of her bread and cheese Durvan offered her and imagining Merric scrounging around again for a meal was not an option for her.
"Merric," she called quietly to the wagon, not seeing where he was. "You didn't eat the..." the word escaped her what Durvan said the orcish recipe was called. "...breakfast, and I happen to have some fresh bread. Would you like to share?"
Merric, hearing his name called out by Phyllis, pops his head up. Taking a cautious look around and seeing the two strangers still in sight he replied quietly...
"My thanks Princess..but perhaps iz best I stay out of sight of the strangers. Youz have me thanks if you would toss it here...I took...err found me own breakfast whenz I smelled that gruel earlier though....wants some of what I found ?"
Digging in his pack a moment, Merric holds up a very tasty looking ring of dried sausage. "I thinks I still gots some of that fish too!"
"Hey...so whaz with them?" Merric motions to the strangers having not heard any of the previous encounter with the others.
I'll just assume someone fills him in briefly about what happens unless someone want to spin/adjust the story in their own fashion...no need to RP this out unless someone it itching to practice their keyboarding.
Note...if someone DOES mention they are being "hunted" by bounty hunters, he'll add something else, but if not, he just goes with the party.
Harivaldr returns to the wagon and tells them that "the travelers are down on their luck and are being hunted." Phyllis and Sen agree that they should continue forward and Merric stays behind the wagon on the lookout as much as he is looking for cover.
Nyla and Lara move off of the trail to make room for your procession to pass.
Dathyra approaches Lara gently and offers her some vegetables that she had in her bag. Nyla positions herself on the opposite side of Lara as this happens.
Dathyra:
Please make a perception check and a religion check.
Okay...now I'm curious what's going on.
Perception: 19
Religion: 13
Lvl 2 - Dathyra Galanodel - High Elf Cleric of the Life Domain - Platinum Plated Keys
Lvl 5 - Dathyra Galanodel - High Elf Cleric of the Life Domain - Hunted
Lvl 1 - Geth Hornraven - Human Wizard - Lost Mine of Phandelver
DM - Imela: The Adventure Begins
Sen addresses Merric rather bluntly. "We offered, they said no thanks. Not much more we can do for them. Do you think I haven't been chased before? Hell, I'm guessing everyone in this group at some point has had someone hot on their heels looking to stick a dagger in each and every one of us." He watches the two as we pass them, shrugging his shoulders in defeat. "If they were smart, they wouldn't have passed us by like they did."
"Now back to your plight. As far as I'm concerned, you watch my back and I'll watch yours. I have no quarrels with that. But you cut and run, leave us to die, anything like that, I'll hunt you down." Sen eases up for the moment not wanting to strike fear into the group. Sen's no loose cannon, but can get rather stern with people. "Who's looking for you anyways? Doesn't seem to me you could get yourself in very much trouble."
"Something is off here," Sen says to Merric. "Back me up on this alright. The way the hooded one positions herself always puts the blind one between her. I'm grabbing her and pulling that cloak back..."
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Harivaldr nodded along with Sen's reply, "As he said, we've offered our aid, and they were too scared to take it. We've told them that the road is clear and that they should be able to make it to Westport by nightfall if they move at a good pace, and it looks like our elven sweetheart is giving them something for their trek. I know it's not easy walking away from people in need, Merric, but it's like..." the dwarf takes a moment to think. "It's like this one cat I found, during my first winter on the road. Snow was piling high, and I was trying to find a place to get warm, little more than the clothes on my back, a walking stick, and my dulcimer with me. As I was passin' by this alley, I saw an alley cat, shivering and freezing and cold, and I wanted to help it. So I took off my cloak and I tried to get close enough to warm the little thing up, but when I closed in the cat hissed and snarled something fierce. I tried to coax him with some of my rations, I tried to light a little fire for him, but he wouldn't settle, so I just tried to pick him up all gentle like." The skald heaved a sigh then, and continued, "He scratched me something fierce, and dashed out into the snow. I tried to follow him, but cats can squeeze into spaces no dwarf can, and it wasn't long before I had to give him up, and find shelter where I could. To this day, I don't actually know if the cat survived, but he taught me a valuable lesson that day: not everyone you meet wants to be helped, and not everyone you meet can be helped by you. We cannot shelter them from what they run from, so we've done all we can for them, now we need to take care of ourselves."
He then gave Merric a half-smile, and said, "It speaks well of you to worry for them, when so many others wouldn't, and it also speaks well that you trust us enough to share your plight. Thank you for that." He bowed his head for a moment. "And, if we run into whoever hunts those two, we can try to misdirect them. And no," he chortled as he said this, "we aren't asking you to leave. You may have missed what I said to them, but I follow the code of the road: travelers sharing a roadspace should always help one another. Wouldn't be right to throw you out on your ass just because someone might be coming after you."
After Sen mentions trying to pull off one of their cloaks, Harivaldr says, "I'm not sure if that's wise, friend. Those two have been through enough as it is, I'm not sure we should be pushing buttons."
Looking to Harivaldr, Merric says "Thank you Harivaldr for the sage advice. Tis a good relief you understands and kind not to toss me out the wagon."
*grinning back at Sen* "The luck of being a halfling I'm guessing. I mean...I never actually gets into trouble...it just seeming be looking for me! I may have spended a wee too much of the 'Ward' family money when I pretended to be their one of their kin. Who's was I to know they boy grew so much in one season that I got too short to be lookin like him and they would find out and want their gold back? They gots more than enough gold I'm a thinkin! I thinks the good I didz their reputation spending and giving it away was for the best I bet. They was hated before I got in with em!" *voice trails away* "Anyways...I hears they want my head or something."
Apparently happy to change the topic, he changes tone and says: "Yeah, I backs ya up, but are ya sure? They looks pretty harmless!"
"They're hiding something, well, the hooded one is. I can feel something off about her. She could be possibly scared, sure. But she's using that blind one as a shield. Hell, the blind one could be held hostage or under a spell as we speak. I'm not one to wrestle with women but I can't shake this feeling." Sen will dash toward her and attempt to grapple her away from the blind one and take her to the ground.
Strength: 14
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Caught a little off guard by Sen's quick dash to the travellers, Merric delays a bit (a little unsure of how to act), but then jumps down and follows a distance behind, keeping his word to back him up.
*Unfortunately, he realizes a bit too late his bow and quiver still sit in the back of the wagon.*
OK. Everyone roll Initiative.
Dathyra:
Check your messages.
Initiative for Merric: 18