Brionne wakes to the sound of odd voices carrying through from the lower floor of the mayor's house. Although the tone does not seem threatening from what she can hear, she can feel the tension in them and the edge in Bartholomew's voice as he addresses them. Exchanging a quick glance with Jam'es on the other side of the room, she quickly slips on her chain mail over her brown and green traveling clothes and grabs her axe from the bedside, just in case. Swinging her brown braid out of her face, she opens the bedroom door just in time to see Nalia hurrying up the stairs, seeming upset. Brionne quickly steps out and grasps Nalia's arm. "Nalia, what's wrong? Is there danger?"
"Where do you think you're going with that?"Bart narrows his eyes toward Komoi as he picks up the cup. He watches him look around comically, then head straight for the door. He doesn't stop the goblin's movement, but his hand rests on his rapier all the same.
Komoi sees there are several doors around. A door leads to the kitchen, with another to the foyer. The foyer leads to the front door, upstairs, or deeper into the manor. He knows the girl he saw earlier ran upstairs into the house.
Warren:
"Yes..." he says slowly, still watching the goblin with the cup of hot chocolate. "A curse has befallen our modest little town. Brought by the greed and carelessness of adventurers like yourselves, no doubt."Bart stares at Warren with scrutinizing eyes. "So many people in the world who think they can wield a sword don't take in-account the consequences of their actions. The lives they hold in the balance when they prod things they do not understand."
"It makes me sick."
Artos:
"The spirit?" Bart asks. "The spirit resides in the Fabled Heights, high away from here. It sends its minions and corrupted beasts down here to plague us, to remind us of the cost of greed and to insure that we never try such a thing again." He sighs and shakes his head. "It sometimes comes as a mirage of itself, a black smokey image, to bellow to the town and to lecture us about its will."
"I dread the days it arrives, as it often demonstrates... live examples..."
Orryn:
Bart's eyes narrow at Orryn's question. "The spirit came here because the greed of adventurers awoke it from its sleep, and you dare to ask me for more?" He takes a step forward, his shadow hanging over the halfling. "Give me a good reason why I should tell you anything, and if that reason is for my life, I would gladly give it to save more down in that village."
"I have lost my trust of adventurers, sans two. They have failed me and this town in every respect."
Brionne:
"There are adventurers downstairs," Nalia whispers to Brionne, then pushes by her into her's and Jam'es room. She presses against a panel in the wall, digs her nail in before pulling it free. The 16-year old girl then pulls out a shortbow and a quiver out of it. She notches an arrow on the string and narrows her eyes back downstairs. "One of them was a goblin. I don't know what they want."
"Bart's outnumbered down there." She looks to Brionne, stares with that hard, cold expression she learned to get used to. The typically stone-faced girl had fear bubbling up into her eyes.
Komoi continues on his adventure heading into the foyer. He turns back just before leaving the room to heft the cup in his hand.
"You should never leave your drink without finishing it." The goblin says as if the statement has great importance. With that, he turns and heads for the upstairs, feet marching purposefully. The goblin looks around as he walks, his steps a little off balance due to his hand covering an eye.
"Whoa there, kiddo, let's not go putting holes in people as our first option." Jam'es says, crossing the room to the door, in front of the young girl. He groans and puts on his axes, stands and slips his hands into the pockets of his plain brown traveling pants. Without removing his hands he shoulders his way gently out the door and into the hallway. He calls out, "Everything OK down there, Bart?" and returns a concerned glance to Brionne as he begins down the hall.
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Komoi marches up the steps, not really waiting for anyone's response to his declaration, the plush tail swishing behind him and the hood bouncing upon his head as he ascends. The goblin makes it to the top of the stairs with a little unbalanced trouble due to only using one eye, coming to a stop. He lifts his gaze towards the approaching man, his face breaking into a sharp, toothy grin.
"Hi. I'm Komoi the dragon. Have you seen the owner of this here horribly abandoned hot drink? It must be reunited with its owner." He lifts the steaming cup in his hand, the other still firmly covering his eye.
The goblin is no more than three feet tall with a bright red costume adorning his ashen grey body. The costume looks to be straight out of a theater performance. His pants are made of a silken red material, ending in sewn on clawed feet. A cape circles his bare chest, split into two parts with comically sewn on claw mittens. Finishing the bizarre attire is an oversize plush hood modeled in the shape of a dragon, with the maw forming the opening. The costume overall is covered in sparkling sequins that resemble scales, while a large stuffed tail drags behind the goblin haphazardly.
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Komoi and Jam'es:
Bart stiffens up as Komoi proceeds on upstairs, draws his rapier an inch out of his sheath. He begins moving toward the doorway to head upstairs, but the sound of Jam'es voice seems to quell him. "They fair just fine,"he says, the annoyance in his voice painstakingly obvious. "Make sure he doesn't hurt Nalia. Or steal or breakanything."
Upstairs, Nalia mutters to Jam'es, "I wasn't planning to make any holes. I'm sure he has one where his brain's supposed to be already."
Komoi makes a Wisdom (Perception) check to determine whether or not he hears Nalia's mutter. She says it softly, making it a DC 10 check.
Komoi makes a Wisdom (Perception) check! 1d20 - 1 = 17
Komoi does not hear what Nalia mutters.
Nalia moves behind Jam'es and Brionne as the goblin comes up, making her shield two people thick. From behind the two, Komoi can see the shortbow peeking out from either side of them, with the sharp point of an arrow visible just past Jam'es right thigh. Her eyes are hard and scrutinizing, refusing the move a muscle when he comes all the way up the stairs. The gaze lightens slightly into confusion when she sees the drink.
She hears Komoi's words, but she doesn't move for a long moment. She then looks over to Brionne and Jam'es, awaiting what they thought.
He takes a glance at Orryn and the door Komoi left through. After a look, he pinches the bridge of his nose with slight exasperation, as if to say "this isn't helping a lot." He pulls his hand away from his face to look Bart in the eye.
"I will not lie to you sir, especially when it seems evident. Yes, we do come here with our own ambitions and our own end goals, but I for one know adversity and suffering when I see it. I have no plans to get rich quick here, only that you point me in the direction I need to go to help not only you, but your people as well. I can't stand to see innocent people suffer when they had little to do with what happened. But, in order to help solve your problem, you need to tell us how ro address it properly. As a future warden of Mishakal, I offer my help to heal the town and its people of its malignant curse. And with the assistance of my compatriots, no matter their disposition, we shall endeavor to make your safety a reality."
"Hey hey hey" Artos stands up from the couch, stepping first between Orryn and Bart. He smoothly touch both fellow's chest in a soothing gest "Calm yourself dears" He is looking both equally "No-one is here to claim an extremely sacrifice for nothing, not in this very place, I know, the situation around is so stressfull that simply make harshed minds"
"But we all are here to not harm no-one for any reason" Artos says these last words even loudly since he spot Komoi lifting the stairs
"So, getting back, where is this far place? How can we reach it and do you want to help?"
Mid-sentence, Warren reaches into his bag and pulls out a rolled up parchment, which he then lays flat on the table. Right side up facing Bart, the parchment shows a sketch of a human that looks grizzled and jaded. A man that looks like a killer.
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Warren and Artos:
Bart scowls and stares at the two of them, gives them both a firm look. His eyes seem to flick back between the two, judging silently at their words and at their expressions and body language. The fireplace crackles in the background, filling the awkward silence.
Artos assists Warren in his attempt to persuade Bart to help them.
Warren makes a Charisma (Persuasion) check! 1d20.advantage() + 3 = 14
His expression lightens slightly, the tension around his eyes and lips easing a good bit. However, he continues to hold the hard, skeptical stare. "If you seek what you say you seek," Bart says slowly, his words chosen very carefully. "It would be best for you four to acquaintance yourselves to Brionne and Jam'es. They are adventurers, like you. They also seek the same."
Bart glances over at the sketch, pours his eyes over it. His eyes do not light with the fires of recognition however. "This means nothing to me. I'm sorry."
Orryn approaches Bart; "You see sir, gems have many uses, many meanings. Indeed I will sell them later on, but not for my own gain. I come from a family with a very rich tradition. To hold up my end of the bargain, I must adventure and procure gems and trinkets. I would love to quell this evil spirit as well." Seeing Warrens parchment, Orryn steps closer to him to try to sneak a peak, and evesdrop a little.
"I am. I was told the mayor is...... well-acquainted with him. Let him stay here a few nights before letting him run off to a place of insurmountable wealth."
That letter best be true for the sake of the person that wrote it. I do not plan on going on a wild goose chase for a sick bastard's amusement.
Brionne takes a long look at Komoi, taking in the dragon costume, the sharp-toothed grin, and the proffered hot drink. Although she had rarely seen goblins outside their occasional village raid, this one appeared fairly peaceful and did not appear to be about to attack. "Nalia, I believe this...dragon...probably doesn't pose a current threat. Perhaps we should introduce ourselves and find out what he and his companions want before we decide if an attack is warranted." Brionne lowers her axe a bit and turns to Komoi, nodding her head slightly to greet him. "Greetings, dragon Komoi. I am Brionne, and my companion here is Jam'es. Perhaps we should all make our way downstairs, so we can meet your companions and find out what you want." She begins to make her way into the hallway as well, moving slowly but ensuring she keeps herself between Komoi and Nalia.
Jam'es relaxes his fists in his pockets and removes his hands, smiling at the small dragon. "Ha! He certainly doesn't seem aggressive... Komoi, why don't we head back downstairs and see what's what. It's not polite to go wandering around your host's house." He walks calmly toward Komoi, attempting to turn him back to the stairs and defuse the girl's fear by being casual with the goblin, though he's definitely keeping his guard up under the surface. "We can leave the drink down there as well, to cool... careful not to spill it."
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Bart narrows his eyes toward Orryn. A low, "Hmm," escapes his lips. It's clear the butler is still forming his opinion about Orryn.
"And what does this 'rich' tradition entail, hm? Grand masses of gold? Gems? Dare I say, robbery? I have seen this town suffer far too much from the greed and zeal of burglars. I refuse to put it in any more danger for much of the same reason."
Warren:
"Him? The mayor?" Bart asks curiously, his head tilted off to the side. "The mayor of the Hamlet of Lindley is Nalia. She has held the position for several months now. Her father was Lindley Smith, the previous mayor, but the role has since been passed down due to... unforeseen consequences."
A deep grimace crosses the butler's face. "I am sure you all have heard rumors of the fog here?"
Brionne, Komoi, Jam'es:
Meanwhile upstairs, Nalia keeps on her guard as she watches the goblin from behind the two people. She looks up to Brionne at her calming words and eases her grip on her shortbow. However, she still holds onto it, keeping the arrow notched in place on the string. As Brionne moves slowly forward, Nalia follows behind her, nearly pressing herself back against the older, taller woman.
Nalia looks over to Jam'es at his last comment. "It's a hot chocolate. It's meant to be drank hot."
The goblin doesn't look perturbed about the weapons before him as he resumes his march towards the girl, cup held outstretched before him.
"Exactly. And you left it so suddenly too. But that's okay." The goblin's currently path would walk around both Jam'es and Brionne unless they stepped in his way. His visible eye is intent on the girl, the other covered. "I don't know what they're talking about. I think they're asking the mayor about my dragon horde in the mines. We're going there and need all the arms to carry it! But they thought it was important to ask the mayor about them first. I don't know why." The goblin shrugs, the motion making the liquid quiver in the cup.
Jam'es maintains his position between the goblin and Nalia, just to be safe, and puts his hand out for the cup."I think she's a little unnerved by you. I apologize, on her behalf. Would you mind if I gave it to her instead? Or would you be so kind, Nalia?"
Apologies for the inconsistencies, getting my conversational formatting down.
Nalia gives Komoi another confused stare, her head tilted off to the side. She looks down at the outstretched cup of hot chocolate, watches the steam billow off the rich, creamy surface. She then slips around Brionne, kneels down and takes the cup from him.
"I got it," she says to Jam'es, then looks over to Komoi. Her hazel-eyed gaze meets his firey crimson ones briefly. "Thanks. I suppose."
She rises back up to her feet and takes her position behind Brionne again. If the other two do not stop, Brionne, Komoi, Jam'es and Nalia return down to the parlor to join the others.
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All players, please post or describe what your character looks like currently for our two new players! Komoi, you're good, you beat me to the punch. ;)
"Oh no, no burglary. My last name is Nackle. of Nackle Jewelers. Adventuring is something of a trade secret to our family. Of course they will be turned into jewelry later, and sold even, but it's for more than just profit. If I don't continue with my quest, it will end our family's trade. Hundreds of years of tradition will be wasted if I fail to gather gems and inspiration."
Orryn looks at Bart hoping to see some understanding in his eyes.
Orryn follows in Artos closely, and interjects himself into the conversation;
"Also, gems. We would like to know about the gems."
Orryn gives the room a cursory glance, noting anything interesting.
Perception: 11
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Brionne wakes to the sound of odd voices carrying through from the lower floor of the mayor's house. Although the tone does not seem threatening from what she can hear, she can feel the tension in them and the edge in Bartholomew's voice as he addresses them. Exchanging a quick glance with Jam'es on the other side of the room, she quickly slips on her chain mail over her brown and green traveling clothes and grabs her axe from the bedside, just in case. Swinging her brown braid out of her face, she opens the bedroom door just in time to see Nalia hurrying up the stairs, seeming upset. Brionne quickly steps out and grasps Nalia's arm. "Nalia, what's wrong? Is there danger?"
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"Where do you think you're going with that?" Bart narrows his eyes toward Komoi as he picks up the cup. He watches him look around comically, then head straight for the door. He doesn't stop the goblin's movement, but his hand rests on his rapier all the same.
Komoi sees there are several doors around. A door leads to the kitchen, with another to the foyer. The foyer leads to the front door, upstairs, or deeper into the manor. He knows the girl he saw earlier ran upstairs into the house.
Warren:
"Yes..." he says slowly, still watching the goblin with the cup of hot chocolate. "A curse has befallen our modest little town. Brought by the greed and carelessness of adventurers like yourselves, no doubt." Bart stares at Warren with scrutinizing eyes. "So many people in the world who think they can wield a sword don't take in-account the consequences of their actions. The lives they hold in the balance when they prod things they do not understand."
"It makes me sick."
Artos:
"The spirit?" Bart asks. "The spirit resides in the Fabled Heights, high away from here. It sends its minions and corrupted beasts down here to plague us, to remind us of the cost of greed and to insure that we never try such a thing again." He sighs and shakes his head. "It sometimes comes as a mirage of itself, a black smokey image, to bellow to the town and to lecture us about its will."
"I dread the days it arrives, as it often demonstrates... live examples..."
Orryn:
Bart's eyes narrow at Orryn's question. "The spirit came here because the greed of adventurers awoke it from its sleep, and you dare to ask me for more?" He takes a step forward, his shadow hanging over the halfling. "Give me a good reason why I should tell you anything, and if that reason is for my life, I would gladly give it to save more down in that village."
"I have lost my trust of adventurers, sans two. They have failed me and this town in every respect."
Brionne:
"There are adventurers downstairs," Nalia whispers to Brionne, then pushes by her into her's and Jam'es room. She presses against a panel in the wall, digs her nail in before pulling it free. The 16-year old girl then pulls out a shortbow and a quiver out of it. She notches an arrow on the string and narrows her eyes back downstairs. "One of them was a goblin. I don't know what they want."
"Bart's outnumbered down there." She looks to Brionne, stares with that hard, cold expression she learned to get used to. The typically stone-faced girl had fear bubbling up into her eyes.
Komoi continues on his adventure heading into the foyer. He turns back just before leaving the room to heft the cup in his hand.
"You should never leave your drink without finishing it." The goblin says as if the statement has great importance. With that, he turns and heads for the upstairs, feet marching purposefully. The goblin looks around as he walks, his steps a little off balance due to his hand covering an eye.
"Whoa there, kiddo, let's not go putting holes in people as our first option." Jam'es says, crossing the room to the door, in front of the young girl. He groans and puts on his axes, stands and slips his hands into the pockets of his plain brown traveling pants. Without removing his hands he shoulders his way gently out the door and into the hallway. He calls out, "Everything OK down there, Bart?" and returns a concerned glance to Brionne as he begins down the hall.
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Komoi marches up the steps, not really waiting for anyone's response to his declaration, the plush tail swishing behind him and the hood bouncing upon his head as he ascends. The goblin makes it to the top of the stairs with a little unbalanced trouble due to only using one eye, coming to a stop. He lifts his gaze towards the approaching man, his face breaking into a sharp, toothy grin.
"Hi. I'm Komoi the dragon. Have you seen the owner of this here horribly abandoned hot drink? It must be reunited with its owner." He lifts the steaming cup in his hand, the other still firmly covering his eye.
The goblin is no more than three feet tall with a bright red costume adorning his ashen grey body. The costume looks to be straight out of a theater performance. His pants are made of a silken red material, ending in sewn on clawed feet. A cape circles his bare chest, split into two parts with comically sewn on claw mittens. Finishing the bizarre attire is an oversize plush hood modeled in the shape of a dragon, with the maw forming the opening. The costume overall is covered in sparkling sequins that resemble scales, while a large stuffed tail drags behind the goblin haphazardly.
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Bart stiffens up as Komoi proceeds on upstairs, draws his rapier an inch out of his sheath. He begins moving toward the doorway to head upstairs, but the sound of Jam'es voice seems to quell him. "They fair just fine," he says, the annoyance in his voice painstakingly obvious. "Make sure he doesn't hurt Nalia. Or steal or break anything."
Upstairs, Nalia mutters to Jam'es, "I wasn't planning to make any holes. I'm sure he has one where his brain's supposed to be already."
Komoi makes a Wisdom (Perception) check!
1d20 - 1 = 17
Komoi does not hear what Nalia mutters.
Nalia moves behind Jam'es and Brionne as the goblin comes up, making her shield two people thick. From behind the two, Komoi can see the shortbow peeking out from either side of them, with the sharp point of an arrow visible just past Jam'es right thigh. Her eyes are hard and scrutinizing, refusing the move a muscle when he comes all the way up the stairs. The gaze lightens slightly into confusion when she sees the drink.
She hears Komoi's words, but she doesn't move for a long moment. She then looks over to Brionne and Jam'es, awaiting what they thought.
"Just to make things clear, we..."
He takes a glance at Orryn and the door Komoi left through. After a look, he pinches the bridge of his nose with slight exasperation, as if to say "this isn't helping a lot." He pulls his hand away from his face to look Bart in the eye.
"I will not lie to you sir, especially when it seems evident. Yes, we do come here with our own ambitions and our own end goals, but I for one know adversity and suffering when I see it. I have no plans to get rich quick here, only that you point me in the direction I need to go to help not only you, but your people as well. I can't stand to see innocent people suffer when they had little to do with what happened. But, in order to help solve your problem, you need to tell us how ro address it properly. As a future warden of Mishakal, I offer my help to heal the town and its people of its malignant curse. And with the assistance of my compatriots, no matter their disposition, we shall endeavor to make your safety a reality."
"Hey hey hey" Artos stands up from the couch, stepping first between Orryn and Bart. He smoothly touch both fellow's chest in a soothing gest "Calm yourself dears" He is looking both equally "No-one is here to claim an extremely sacrifice for nothing, not in this very place, I know, the situation around is so stressfull that simply make harshed minds"
"But we all are here to not harm no-one for any reason" Artos says these last words even loudly since he spot Komoi lifting the stairs
"So, getting back, where is this far place? How can we reach it and do you want to help?"
"As for my own end... It involves this man."
Mid-sentence, Warren reaches into his bag and pulls out a rolled up parchment, which he then lays flat on the table. Right side up facing Bart, the parchment shows a sketch of a human that looks grizzled and jaded. A man that looks like a killer.
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Bart scowls and stares at the two of them, gives them both a firm look. His eyes seem to flick back between the two, judging silently at their words and at their expressions and body language. The fireplace crackles in the background, filling the awkward silence.
Warren makes a Charisma (Persuasion) check!
1d20.advantage() + 3 = 14
His expression lightens slightly, the tension around his eyes and lips easing a good bit. However, he continues to hold the hard, skeptical stare. "If you seek what you say you seek," Bart says slowly, his words chosen very carefully. "It would be best for you four to acquaintance yourselves to Brionne and Jam'es. They are adventurers, like you. They also seek the same."
Bart glances over at the sketch, pours his eyes over it. His eyes do not light with the fires of recognition however. "This means nothing to me. I'm sorry."
"Are you looking for this man?"
Orryn approaches Bart; "You see sir, gems have many uses, many meanings. Indeed I will sell them later on, but not for my own gain. I come from a family with a very rich tradition. To hold up my end of the bargain, I must adventure and procure gems and trinkets. I would love to quell this evil spirit as well." Seeing Warrens parchment, Orryn steps closer to him to try to sneak a peak, and evesdrop a little.
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"I am. I was told the mayor is...... well-acquainted with him. Let him stay here a few nights before letting him run off to a place of insurmountable wealth."
That letter best be true for the sake of the person that wrote it. I do not plan on going on a wild goose chase for a sick bastard's amusement.
Brionne takes a long look at Komoi, taking in the dragon costume, the sharp-toothed grin, and the proffered hot drink. Although she had rarely seen goblins outside their occasional village raid, this one appeared fairly peaceful and did not appear to be about to attack. "Nalia, I believe this...dragon...probably doesn't pose a current threat. Perhaps we should introduce ourselves and find out what he and his companions want before we decide if an attack is warranted." Brionne lowers her axe a bit and turns to Komoi, nodding her head slightly to greet him. "Greetings, dragon Komoi. I am Brionne, and my companion here is Jam'es. Perhaps we should all make our way downstairs, so we can meet your companions and find out what you want." She begins to make her way into the hallway as well, moving slowly but ensuring she keeps herself between Komoi and Nalia.
Jam'es relaxes his fists in his pockets and removes his hands, smiling at the small dragon. "Ha! He certainly doesn't seem aggressive... Komoi, why don't we head back downstairs and see what's what. It's not polite to go wandering around your host's house." He walks calmly toward Komoi, attempting to turn him back to the stairs and defuse the girl's fear by being casual with the goblin, though he's definitely keeping his guard up under the surface. "We can leave the drink down there as well, to cool... careful not to spill it."
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Bart narrows his eyes toward Orryn. A low, "Hmm," escapes his lips. It's clear the butler is still forming his opinion about Orryn.
"And what does this 'rich' tradition entail, hm? Grand masses of gold? Gems? Dare I say, robbery? I have seen this town suffer far too much from the greed and zeal of burglars. I refuse to put it in any more danger for much of the same reason."
Warren:
"Him? The mayor?" Bart asks curiously, his head tilted off to the side. "The mayor of the Hamlet of Lindley is Nalia. She has held the position for several months now. Her father was Lindley Smith, the previous mayor, but the role has since been passed down due to... unforeseen consequences."
A deep grimace crosses the butler's face. "I am sure you all have heard rumors of the fog here?"
Brionne, Komoi, Jam'es:
Meanwhile upstairs, Nalia keeps on her guard as she watches the goblin from behind the two people. She looks up to Brionne at her calming words and eases her grip on her shortbow. However, she still holds onto it, keeping the arrow notched in place on the string. As Brionne moves slowly forward, Nalia follows behind her, nearly pressing herself back against the older, taller woman.
Nalia looks over to Jam'es at his last comment. "It's a hot chocolate. It's meant to be drank hot."
The goblin doesn't look perturbed about the weapons before him as he resumes his march towards the girl, cup held outstretched before him.
"Exactly. And you left it so suddenly too. But that's okay." The goblin's currently path would walk around both Jam'es and Brionne unless they stepped in his way. His visible eye is intent on the girl, the other covered. "I don't know what they're talking about. I think they're asking the mayor about my dragon horde in the mines. We're going there and need all the arms to carry it! But they thought it was important to ask the mayor about them first. I don't know why." The goblin shrugs, the motion making the liquid quiver in the cup.
To Nalia: "So it is, how foolish of me..."
Jam'es maintains his position between the goblin and Nalia, just to be safe, and puts his hand out for the cup."I think she's a little unnerved by you. I apologize, on her behalf. Would you mind if I gave it to her instead? Or would you be so kind, Nalia?"
Apologies for the inconsistencies, getting my conversational formatting down.
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Nalia gives Komoi another confused stare, her head tilted off to the side. She looks down at the outstretched cup of hot chocolate, watches the steam billow off the rich, creamy surface. She then slips around Brionne, kneels down and takes the cup from him.
"I got it," she says to Jam'es, then looks over to Komoi. Her hazel-eyed gaze meets his firey crimson ones briefly. "Thanks. I suppose."
She rises back up to her feet and takes her position behind Brionne again. If the other two do not stop, Brionne, Komoi, Jam'es and Nalia return down to the parlor to join the others.
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"Oh no, no burglary. My last name is Nackle. of Nackle Jewelers. Adventuring is something of a trade secret to our family. Of course they will be turned into jewelry later, and sold even, but it's for more than just profit. If I don't continue with my quest, it will end our family's trade. Hundreds of years of tradition will be wasted if I fail to gather gems and inspiration."
Orryn looks at Bart hoping to see some understanding in his eyes.
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