Jirel’s chest would rise and fall from the exertion of her last attack. She too would watch the raven disappear with such grace. Elegance and grace were always something so unattainable for her. At the sound of Rose’s voice breaking the silence, the blonde would turn around. Should their cleric desire a rest, she shall have her rest.
The barbarian would pace the area at the beginning while everyone got settled. She was not to find a seat to rest until the others found theirs. Once they had and Jasun begun the conversation by pointing out Zaf’s change of character, she’d finally stop, finally taking her seat as Sera would reaffirm the change. Jirel had noticed the change in Zaf, it had been gradual. Though, she had simply chalked it up to the hardening of battle. The longer and deeper into Irisen’s cold they got, the more she felt like everyone was retreating into their shadows. Jirel had just been following the motions herself. A frown would become evident as she’d witness Zaf’s frustration to the point they would smack their own head.
And it was at that point that Nadya would whisk away Jasun who so easily abandons the conversation he instigated. Though, it wasn’t all that surprising for the ‘dignified’ Silvertongue to pursue the climax of the personal quest he’s been on since they started. Maybe he’ll at least be less grumpy now.
Jirel’s eyes would follow Rose as she’d move in to offer her comfort. The goliath could feel a smile tug at her cheeks as she’d watch the pure soul continue to selflessly give understanding to another. The firbolg has been attentive to their companion since the beginning and never wavered. She had been attentive to all of them. Rose was the one constant that would ground the group, no matter who was struggling at one time. That was the kind of person the barbarian wanted to continue protecting as long as she was welcomed.
The blonde would join Sera in the bandaging of her own wounds. The white haired maiden was one of few words, but she was wise and perceptive. Jirel would offer Sera a nod of respect when she’d look before returning to her own mending. Her ears would listen. No words or even grunts were leaving the barbarians lips tonight.
Rose would tilt her head as a confused expression crosses her visage when they answer her, unsure of just what they were talking about. After a moment, she decides to take a seat next to the aarakocra, not too close to make them uncomfortable, but close enough that had they seeked any sort of comfort (a hug, a lap pillow, etc), she would be available and willing to give it. "It was a sudden change, if I recall correctly..." Rose begins, frowning as she remembers the first time she heard Zaf speak the way they did now. "We all noticed it, b-but haven't gotten the time to speak of it till now. I'm sorry..." Her head hangs for a second, then lifts to look at them. "Are you not Zaf...?"
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They never seek comfort even with a very hug-able firbolg in reach. Rather, they seemed to prefer, or at least were content with idly rubbing the prayer beads usually kept wrapped about a hand. They flinched at Rose's admission, further confirming the underlying concern playing at their expression, as much as an Aarakocra could non-vocally express anything. "Don't-..." They start in response to the apology, and yet cannot bring themselves to bother completing the rest.
However, the last question immediately gets a sidelong glare. "W-what? Of course I'm not feather brained fool. For Desna's sake, I'm a half-elf! Can't you-..." They stop mid-tirade, noticing -- REALLY noticing for the first time the talons they had jabbed at Rose's face accusingly, and stare at it in wonder. "That's.... Z... I..." They go on, drawing the hand back to study it. But then, they abruptly squeeze their eyes shut and start half muttering, "No, no, no. It's just a dream. Just a dream. It'sit'sit's all j-just a ****'n dream. And when I open my eyes, i-it'll go away. It always goes away. I just need to stay calm... I just to need to focus." The last few words are swiftly followed by their crossing their legs, entwining their fingers in their lap, and by all accounts trying to enter a meditative state.
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The cleric would flinch when they jabbed a talon in her face, looking to the Aarakocra with widened eyes filled with a mixture of fear and worry. Surely Zaf didn't mean to call her something so mean... Right? They were simply in a... a complicated state of mind. Lashing out was normal considering the circumstances. She just needed to set the hurt aside and focus on them. Something was wrong and Rose, ever the one who wanted to help, would try to do so, if they allowed it.
Her frown would remain on her face, waiting patiently and letting a few minutes pass to allow them to center themselves. She wondered briefly, about back then, how she somehow felt Jirel's state of mind by a simple touch, felt whatever mental pain she had been enduring in silence, and wanted to see if she could possibly do it again somehow, perhaps figure out what was happening with their bird friend, though she was doubtful.
Had they not come out of it within five or so minutes, she would tentatively reach out to place a hand on top of their intertwined ones, looking to them softly. "I-I'm sorry, but... t-this isn't a dream... Um..." She bites her bottom lip, unsure of what to do or say. "I-If there's something I could do..." She glances over to the others. "We could do, to help you, just... just tell us, okay? We're here for you."
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As the minutes passed in silence, so too did the tension bleed out from the aarakocra's form. Slowly but surely, it all evened out to the point they even seemed almost truly relaxed in the moment... for almost just the moment. The feeling of being touched almost immediately drew back the tension about closed eyes once more. But then just as quickly, the grew settled once more, listening -- or at least, presumably being attentive enough to take some solace from the fellow clerics words.
However, no reply is forthcoming, or at least not one in the immediacy. Another minute would need to tick by in silence. Afterwards, they say, "You are quite sweet, Rose. I am uncertain of what you mean by dream, but knowing you all would be there to help is appreciated." He said, sounding more soft-spoken but masculine once again. At which point he opens warm, dark brown eyes once more, and seemed to smile with her. Zaf would then look around at their surroundings a moment, before then leveling an almost questioning look at the Cleric.
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Rose looks to the druid in a stunned silence, hearing his-- Zaf's-- voice again. "I..." She manages to get out, then stops herself, looking to the other two for some sort of assurance that she wasn't just imagining this whole thing. Her eyes would soon return to his, heat creeping up to her cheeks in slight embarrassment as she pulls her hand away. "S-sorry. I... Are you Zaf?"
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Zaf cocks his head to the side, then rights it; only to do a brief but fully 180 with it to check his back. Seeing all is normal, he looked back to her and nodded. "Of course I am Zaf. As you are Rose, are you not?" He teased, before slightly jumping in his seat. "Oh! And do not worry. Even if you and Jireal are to be wed someday soon, that does not mean I harbored any thoughts or concern regarding whether or not you would be of help in a time of need. After all, we have yet to complete our task here yet."
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Rose's cheeks would further darken at Zaf's words. "H-Huh?! W-w-what are you talking about, Zaf? I-I..." She looks to Jirel and Sera with pleading eyes, hoping that maybe they could possibly make sense of what he was talking about. "I'm not going crazy myself, am I? Wasn't he swearing a moment ago? Thinking h-he was someone else? Now he's speaking of m-marriage?!"
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Zaf lets her stay flustered at least long enough to gauge Jirel's reaction, before finally eye smiling. "That was meant to be a jest, my dear. Nothing more... Though know it to be the truth if it ever comes about. And fear not any judgement. From where I'm from -- or at least, the parts I've been or can remember from before, such relationship's aren't something one really bats an eye at." He said, giving her a few comforting pats on the shoulder. "And while I do not understand why you insist that I've been swearing of all things, judging by where we are now, I can only assume I... must've been dream walking, I suppose... And unwillingly, at that..." He trails off from there having sounded both genuinely curious and confused.
As Sera and Jirel would sit content in the lull of silence, her stomach would be guilty of making its hunger known. Hoping no one else heard its plea, she'd reach for her rations as quietly as could be. The barbarian would catch herself staring and watching, when that could be a lot more difficult for some people to have an audience, she'd remind herself to stare down at her snacks and decide to try to stretch them out. The key word was try. The blonde would offer some rations to Sera.
As the two spoke, the goliath would reflect on their words, trying to focus on the sounds and influx on their voices. Rose was so timid and polite, and this 'new zaf' was such a stark contrast, it really did stand out. Jirel did not remember Zaf being this brash before. Even Sera didn't swear that much. Not that it bothered her any. But it was notably different. Though, from her peripherals, when she'd see the talons pointed directly to Rose's face, the barbarian's posture would snap alert and she'd tense.
Though Rose held her focus, and held her own, which made Jirel proud of their timid firbolg for trusting in herself, in what she believed the right thing to do was. Upon hearing the more familiar gentle tone of the 'original Zaf', the barbarian would relax once again, returning to her meal.
Jirel had just popped a couple bites of trailmix in her mouth when she had to make a double take. With full cheeks, the blonde would look up and blink in order to register Zaf's comment about being wed to Rose. It's like her heart just fell out of her chest. She'd glance back down as if to look for something she dropped, maybe a crumb or something... before looking back up to see Rose's pleading eyes to her and Sera. The goliath would take some deep chews to swallow her food before she'd try to open her mouth to find some words. But was simply blank. Why would... Zaf couldn't possibly... How did... There was no...
The goliath would clear her throat. "There was definitely swearing..." Was all she could mutter.
This spacious room resembles the interior of a wooden cottage. Stairs to the right of the entrance climb to balcony atop which rests a wooden table. A wooden walkway continues around the room to a small landing and another set of stairs to the left of the entrance. A third staircase leads down from the walkway to an alcove opposite the door. Crates, boxes, barrels and other mundane materials crowd the space. Also in this room is a large bearded man in chainmail with a shield and a battleaxe. He's guarding the door and he eyes you with suspicion.
If any of you speak Draconic:
I am Ratibor, guardian of this hut. What brings you here?
If/when he gets no response, he speaks to you again in a language that you don't understand.
"Jsem Ratibor, strážce této chaty. Co tu děláš?"
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Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
Jasun got dressed and sighed. He had something on his mind and didn't know how to properly express it, but Nadya was easy to talk to.
"My love, I just don't feel like I belong here. I normally would not be seen with these kind of..people..in any circumstance - this whole adventuring business is just nonsense. While i'm glad I came here, good things have happened to me - like meeting you, but i'm not sure the others feel the same way about me. I'm a terrible shot, the cold is awful, I feel like I need a bath constantly, and i'm positive the others are not..keen with me. Sure, the bear wants to check my head because i'm.."he startled, realizing it wouldn't be wise to admit THAT particular reason. "..uh. Because i've bumped it a few times while fighting. Bird Person has some sort of mental disorder, clearly, now, the swearing has it written all over him. Titanica just grunts at me and either doesn't get me, or doesn't want to. Even the ice queen thinks something is wrong with me, and i've had barely one lengthy conversation with her ever, but other than that has shown no interest." he sighed. "I just don't know what to do. I have to continue this mission. I wish I could just run away with you. You understand me, you're beautiful, and T'Vauz knows, you're what I need. I think i've given the others a terrible impression of me..or perhaps it is they who have the issue? I just don't know.."
NOW
Jasun, who had emerged the next morning with a shine to his smile and pep in his step, simply smiled with his hands around his back and turned to the others when the man spoke.
Earlier: "Your shooteeng eesn't that bad, you've been eemproveeng over these last few fights. But I do not know how you steel stay cold when you're weareeng that jacket and that cloak all the time." She seems earnest when she tells you that your aim is getting better and also in her disbelief in how you're able to be cold when you're wearing a jacket and a cloak made out of Yeti skin. "Rose ees just concerned about you. She ees concerned about everyone, she weel make a very good mother some day." She says in reference to your concerns about how the rest of the party views you. "Zaf, I do not know what has gotten eento heem. I do not know eef Jirel ees upset weeth you, but she does not seem to be a woman of too many words. I know that you theenk that they do not need you, but they do. As nice as they are, most of them at least, they are not very good at talkeeng to people and you are." She kisses you. "After thees, perheps you could come back home weeth me, or we could take the boys and run to one of those warmer places that you spoke of so that you are not cold all the time. "
Right now: "I do not know what he ees sayeeng either."
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Though it was bound to be fruitless, Zaf first squinted at the bearded man to try and glean more from the expression than just suspicion; such as expectation, annoyance, boredom, etc. Something that in place of language the group could yet leverage.
From there, a greeting in Auran, Orcish, and Druidic symbolism is given at least a chance prior to letting worry truly begin to set in mind and expression.
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"Then..perhaps it is not the weather, then."Jasun thought out loud. "Perhaps it is the deal I have made with something horrible and evil that keeps me cold inside. Perhaps..it's not the weather at all."This filled him with dread. "Perhaps it is the corruption in ME.." He tried to think of something else. "Yes. Rose is indeed empathetic and caring. I, too, believe she would make a wonderful parent..if she could just get over her..insecurities. She is kind, and attentive. Jirel is a woman of few words, difficult to read, and her first reaction is usually a physical one. She has shown me this firsthand. If she were to talk more, it would not be with me."
"At any rate, you are right. They may need me now, but I can assure you, when all of this is over, they will shed no tears of sadness at my parting. I, on the other hand, once all this is over, do wish to return home with you, and express how much you mean to me as often as I can. You are indeed a wonderful, beautiful woman."
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Jirel’s chest would rise and fall from the exertion of her last attack. She too would watch the raven disappear with such grace. Elegance and grace were always something so unattainable for her. At the sound of Rose’s voice breaking the silence, the blonde would turn around. Should their cleric desire a rest, she shall have her rest.
The barbarian would pace the area at the beginning while everyone got settled. She was not to find a seat to rest until the others found theirs. Once they had and Jasun begun the conversation by pointing out Zaf’s change of character, she’d finally stop, finally taking her seat as Sera would reaffirm the change. Jirel had noticed the change in Zaf, it had been gradual. Though, she had simply chalked it up to the hardening of battle. The longer and deeper into Irisen’s cold they got, the more she felt like everyone was retreating into their shadows. Jirel had just been following the motions herself. A frown would become evident as she’d witness Zaf’s frustration to the point they would smack their own head.
And it was at that point that Nadya would whisk away Jasun who so easily abandons the conversation he instigated. Though, it wasn’t all that surprising for the ‘dignified’ Silvertongue to pursue the climax of the personal quest he’s been on since they started. Maybe he’ll at least be less grumpy now.
Jirel’s eyes would follow Rose as she’d move in to offer her comfort. The goliath could feel a smile tug at her cheeks as she’d watch the pure soul continue to selflessly give understanding to another. The firbolg has been attentive to their companion since the beginning and never wavered. She had been attentive to all of them. Rose was the one constant that would ground the group, no matter who was struggling at one time. That was the kind of person the barbarian wanted to continue protecting as long as she was welcomed.
The blonde would join Sera in the bandaging of her own wounds. The white haired maiden was one of few words, but she was wise and perceptive. Jirel would offer Sera a nod of respect when she’d look before returning to her own mending. Her ears would listen. No words or even grunts were leaving the barbarians lips tonight.
just an unstable unicorn.
We can **** until the dawn, makin love till cherry’s gone: 14
Sera gives Jirel a nod of her own as the goliath joins her, content to exist in silence for now.
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Rose would tilt her head as a confused expression crosses her visage when they answer her, unsure of just what they were talking about. After a moment, she decides to take a seat next to the aarakocra, not too close to make them uncomfortable, but close enough that had they seeked any sort of comfort (a hug, a lap pillow, etc), she would be available and willing to give it. "It was a sudden change, if I recall correctly..." Rose begins, frowning as she remembers the first time she heard Zaf speak the way they did now. "We all noticed it, b-but haven't gotten the time to speak of it till now. I'm sorry..." Her head hangs for a second, then lifts to look at them. "Are you not Zaf...?"
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Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
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They never seek comfort even with a very hug-able firbolg in reach. Rather, they seemed to prefer, or at least were content with idly rubbing the prayer beads usually kept wrapped about a hand. They flinched at Rose's admission, further confirming the underlying concern playing at their expression, as much as an Aarakocra could non-vocally express anything. "Don't-..." They start in response to the apology, and yet cannot bring themselves to bother completing the rest.
However, the last question immediately gets a sidelong glare. "W-what? Of course I'm not feather brained fool. For Desna's sake, I'm a half-elf! Can't you-..." They stop mid-tirade, noticing -- REALLY noticing for the first time the talons they had jabbed at Rose's face accusingly, and stare at it in wonder. "That's.... Z... I..." They go on, drawing the hand back to study it. But then, they abruptly squeeze their eyes shut and start half muttering, "No, no, no. It's just a dream. Just a dream. It'sit'sit's all j-just a ****'n dream. And when I open my eyes, i-it'll go away. It always goes away. I just need to stay calm... I just to need to focus." The last few words are swiftly followed by their crossing their legs, entwining their fingers in their lap, and by all accounts trying to enter a meditative state.
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The cleric would flinch when they jabbed a talon in her face, looking to the Aarakocra with widened eyes filled with a mixture of fear and worry. Surely Zaf didn't mean to call her something so mean... Right? They were simply in a... a complicated state of mind. Lashing out was normal considering the circumstances. She just needed to set the hurt aside and focus on them. Something was wrong and Rose, ever the one who wanted to help, would try to do so, if they allowed it.
Her frown would remain on her face, waiting patiently and letting a few minutes pass to allow them to center themselves. She wondered briefly, about back then, how she somehow felt Jirel's state of mind by a simple touch, felt whatever mental pain she had been enduring in silence, and wanted to see if she could possibly do it again somehow, perhaps figure out what was happening with their bird friend, though she was doubtful.
Had they not come out of it within five or so minutes, she would tentatively reach out to place a hand on top of their intertwined ones, looking to them softly. "I-I'm sorry, but... t-this isn't a dream... Um..." She bites her bottom lip, unsure of what to do or say. "I-If there's something I could do..." She glances over to the others. "We could do, to help you, just... just tell us, okay? We're here for you."
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Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
/ᐠ。ꞈ。ᐟ\
As the minutes passed in silence, so too did the tension bleed out from the aarakocra's form. Slowly but surely, it all evened out to the point they even seemed almost truly relaxed in the moment... for almost just the moment. The feeling of being touched almost immediately drew back the tension about closed eyes once more. But then just as quickly, the grew settled once more, listening -- or at least, presumably being attentive enough to take some solace from the fellow clerics words.
However, no reply is forthcoming, or at least not one in the immediacy. Another minute would need to tick by in silence. Afterwards, they say, "You are quite sweet, Rose. I am uncertain of what you mean by dream, but knowing you all would be there to help is appreciated." He said, sounding more soft-spoken but masculine once again. At which point he opens warm, dark brown eyes once more, and seemed to smile with her. Zaf would then look around at their surroundings a moment, before then leveling an almost questioning look at the Cleric.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Rose looks to the druid in a stunned silence, hearing his-- Zaf's-- voice again. "I..." She manages to get out, then stops herself, looking to the other two for some sort of assurance that she wasn't just imagining this whole thing. Her eyes would soon return to his, heat creeping up to her cheeks in slight embarrassment as she pulls her hand away. "S-sorry. I... Are you Zaf?"
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Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
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Zaf cocks his head to the side, then rights it; only to do a brief but fully 180 with it to check his back. Seeing all is normal, he looked back to her and nodded. "Of course I am Zaf. As you are Rose, are you not?" He teased, before slightly jumping in his seat. "Oh! And do not worry. Even if you and Jireal are to be wed someday soon, that does not mean I harbored any thoughts or concern regarding whether or not you would be of help in a time of need. After all, we have yet to complete our task here yet."
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Rose's cheeks would further darken at Zaf's words. "H-Huh?! W-w-what are you talking about, Zaf? I-I..." She looks to Jirel and Sera with pleading eyes, hoping that maybe they could possibly make sense of what he was talking about. "I'm not going crazy myself, am I? Wasn't he swearing a moment ago? Thinking h-he was someone else? Now he's speaking of m-marriage?!"
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Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
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"Nope, you're not going crazy, but I have no idea what's going on," Sera says simply, rubbing her head tiredly.
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Zaf lets her stay flustered at least long enough to gauge Jirel's reaction, before finally eye smiling. "That was meant to be a jest, my dear. Nothing more... Though know it to be the truth if it ever comes about. And fear not any judgement. From where I'm from -- or at least, the parts I've been or can remember from before, such relationship's aren't something one really bats an eye at." He said, giving her a few comforting pats on the shoulder. "And while I do not understand why you insist that I've been swearing of all things, judging by where we are now, I can only assume I... must've been dream walking, I suppose... And unwillingly, at that..." He trails off from there having sounded both genuinely curious and confused.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
As Sera and Jirel would sit content in the lull of silence, her stomach would be guilty of making its hunger known. Hoping no one else heard its plea, she'd reach for her rations as quietly as could be. The barbarian would catch herself staring and watching, when that could be a lot more difficult for some people to have an audience, she'd remind herself to stare down at her snacks and decide to try to stretch them out. The key word was try. The blonde would offer some rations to Sera.
As the two spoke, the goliath would reflect on their words, trying to focus on the sounds and influx on their voices. Rose was so timid and polite, and this 'new zaf' was such a stark contrast, it really did stand out. Jirel did not remember Zaf being this brash before. Even Sera didn't swear that much. Not that it bothered her any. But it was notably different. Though, from her peripherals, when she'd see the talons pointed directly to Rose's face, the barbarian's posture would snap alert and she'd tense.
Though Rose held her focus, and held her own, which made Jirel proud of their timid firbolg for trusting in herself, in what she believed the right thing to do was. Upon hearing the more familiar gentle tone of the 'original Zaf', the barbarian would relax once again, returning to her meal.
Jirel had just popped a couple bites of trailmix in her mouth when she had to make a double take. With full cheeks, the blonde would look up and blink in order to register Zaf's comment about being wed to Rose. It's like her heart just fell out of her chest. She'd glance back down as if to look for something she dropped, maybe a crumb or something... before looking back up to see Rose's pleading eyes to her and Sera. The goliath would take some deep chews to swallow her food before she'd try to open her mouth to find some words. But was simply blank. Why would... Zaf couldn't possibly... How did... There was no...
The goliath would clear her throat. "There was definitely swearing..." Was all she could mutter.
just an unstable unicorn.
Area A9
This spacious room resembles the interior of a wooden cottage. Stairs to the right of the entrance climb to balcony atop which rests a wooden table. A wooden walkway continues around the room to a small landing and another set of stairs to the left of the entrance. A third staircase leads down from the walkway to an alcove opposite the door. Crates, boxes, barrels and other mundane materials crowd the space. Also in this room is a large bearded man in chainmail with a shield and a battleaxe. He's guarding the door and he eyes you with suspicion.
If any of you speak Draconic:
I am Ratibor, guardian of this hut. What brings you here?
If/when he gets no response, he speaks to you again in a language that you don't understand.
"Jsem Ratibor, strážce této chaty. Co tu děláš?"
Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
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Jasun got dressed and sighed. He had something on his mind and didn't know how to properly express it, but Nadya was easy to talk to.
"My love, I just don't feel like I belong here. I normally would not be seen with these kind of..people..in any circumstance - this whole adventuring business is just nonsense. While i'm glad I came here, good things have happened to me - like meeting you, but i'm not sure the others feel the same way about me. I'm a terrible shot, the cold is awful, I feel like I need a bath constantly, and i'm positive the others are not..keen with me. Sure, the bear wants to check my head because i'm.." he startled, realizing it wouldn't be wise to admit THAT particular reason. "..uh. Because i've bumped it a few times while fighting. Bird Person has some sort of mental disorder, clearly, now, the swearing has it written all over him. Titanica just grunts at me and either doesn't get me, or doesn't want to. Even the ice queen thinks something is wrong with me, and i've had barely one lengthy conversation with her ever, but other than that has shown no interest." he sighed. "I just don't know what to do. I have to continue this mission. I wish I could just run away with you. You understand me, you're beautiful, and T'Vauz knows, you're what I need. I think i've given the others a terrible impression of me..or perhaps it is they who have the issue? I just don't know.."
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Jasun, who had emerged the next morning with a shine to his smile and pep in his step, simply smiled with his hands around his back and turned to the others when the man spoke.
"I have no idea what he's saying."
Earlier: "Your shooteeng eesn't that bad, you've been eemproveeng over these last few fights. But I do not know how you steel stay cold when you're weareeng that jacket and that cloak all the time." She seems earnest when she tells you that your aim is getting better and also in her disbelief in how you're able to be cold when you're wearing a jacket and a cloak made out of Yeti skin. "Rose ees just concerned about you. She ees concerned about everyone, she weel make a very good mother some day." She says in reference to your concerns about how the rest of the party views you. "Zaf, I do not know what has gotten eento heem. I do not know eef Jirel ees upset weeth you, but she does not seem to be a woman of too many words. I know that you theenk that they do not need you, but they do. As nice as they are, most of them at least, they are not very good at talkeeng to people and you are." She kisses you. "After thees, perheps you could come back home weeth me, or we could take the boys and run to one of those warmer places that you spoke of so that you are not cold all the time. "
Right now: "I do not know what he ees sayeeng either."
Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
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"No clue," Sera confirms with a shrug.
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Though it was bound to be fruitless, Zaf first squinted at the bearded man to try and glean more from the expression than just suspicion; such as expectation, annoyance, boredom, etc. Something that in place of language the group could yet leverage.
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From there, a greeting in Auran, Orcish, and Druidic symbolism is given at least a chance prior to letting worry truly begin to set in mind and expression.
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"I don't know what he's saying either."
Zaf: The guard seems surprised and curious, like he wasn't expecting people to be here. He also doesn't understand any of those greetings.
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"Then..perhaps it is not the weather, then." Jasun thought out loud. "Perhaps it is the deal I have made with something horrible and evil that keeps me cold inside. Perhaps..it's not the weather at all." This filled him with dread. "Perhaps it is the corruption in ME.." He tried to think of something else. "Yes. Rose is indeed empathetic and caring. I, too, believe she would make a wonderful parent..if she could just get over her..insecurities. She is kind, and attentive. Jirel is a woman of few words, difficult to read, and her first reaction is usually a physical one. She has shown me this firsthand. If she were to talk more, it would not be with me."
"At any rate, you are right. They may need me now, but I can assure you, when all of this is over, they will shed no tears of sadness at my parting. I, on the other hand, once all this is over, do wish to return home with you, and express how much you mean to me as often as I can. You are indeed a wonderful, beautiful woman."