The trip back to Cloudharbor is dreary and rainy. The oxen don't cooperate very well as independent mounts. They are much more stubborn than any horses you're accustomed to.
You make slow head way in the soft ground and the drizzle seems relentless, which only adds to the solemn, heavy air around you all.
Kas is quiet, downtrodden, and unmistakeably introspective. She turns to Aym.
"Aym.. I feel responsible. We should've gone a different route or tried another way.. It was my idea to attack. I got cocky after our encounter with the goblins.. This is my fault and I'm sorry.. This shouldn't have happened."
Her voice falters briefly, then she straightens and begins playing her lute. She offers no further thoughts, content to just accompany the group back to Cloudharbor
"Aym.. I feel responsible. We should've gone a different route or tried another way.. It was my idea to attack. I got cocky after our encounter with the goblins.. This is my fault and I'm sorry.. This shouldn't have happened."
Aym interrupts after you say "this is my fault" and talks over you as you try to complete that sentence, saying, "No! This was a setup to force us into a fight we couldn't win. It was the fault of those orcs, and whoever wrote this" (gesturing to the map we found) "You feel bad for your overconfidence? Fine. Do better. But, the blame for Findir's death belongs right there. (jabbing at the map)
"Aym.. I feel responsible. We should've gone a different route or tried another way.. It was my idea to attack. I got cocky after our encounter with the goblins.. This is my fault and I'm sorry.. This shouldn't have happened."
Aym interrupts after you say "this is my fault" and talks over you as you try to complete that sentence, saying, "No! This was a setup to force us into a fight we couldn't win. It was the fault of those orcs, and whoever wrote this" (gesturing to the map we found) "You feel bad for your overconfidence? Fine. Do better. But, the blame for Findir's death belongs right there. (jabbing at the map)
Kas: "ok.. we'll circle back to that sentiment. In the meantime, what do we do with this?" She asks while gesturing at the crude map, not looking up to meet his eyes. "There's not a timeframe on this escort mission, and the only reason I have to complete it at this point is if we need additional coin to raise Findir. That's my only concern now."
Step 1, get Findir back. Step 2, figure out who wrote this. Step 3, remove that person from this world. If that wizard has a problem with that, he can eat that steaming pile of droppings I left back there!
She nods slowly, feeling uncertain about how this proposed path differs greatly from what she perceived was the group's intention, initially anyway. Though it seems all that has changed, at least for her, with the death of Findir. All she feels right now is rage. All she wants is revenge. It's not that he's her brother, she doesn't even feel that way, it's that she's mad at herself and wants to right the mistake.
"We'll figure it out, Aym."
She looks to the others, not knowing if it's verification or affirmation she's looking for, but hoping for it nonetheless.
Aym is sullen and angry. You might notice a harder edge to his voice on the rare occasion that he talks during the journey to the next town.
The trip back to Cloudharbor is dreary and rainy. The oxen don't cooperate very well as independent mounts. They are much more stubborn than any horses you're accustomed to.
You make slow head way in the soft ground and the drizzle seems relentless, which only adds to the solemn, heavy air around you all.
Kas is quiet, downtrodden, and unmistakeably introspective. She turns to Aym.
"Aym.. I feel responsible. We should've gone a different route or tried another way.. It was my idea to attack. I got cocky after our encounter with the goblins.. This is my fault and I'm sorry.. This shouldn't have happened."
Her voice falters briefly, then she straightens and begins playing her lute. She offers no further thoughts, content to just accompany the group back to Cloudharbor
Aym interrupts after you say "this is my fault" and talks over you as you try to complete that sentence, saying, "No! This was a setup to force us into a fight we couldn't win. It was the fault of those orcs, and whoever wrote this" (gesturing to the map we found) "You feel bad for your overconfidence? Fine. Do better. But, the blame for Findir's death belongs right there. (jabbing at the map)
Kas: "ok.. we'll circle back to that sentiment. In the meantime, what do we do with this?" She asks while gesturing at the crude map, not looking up to meet his eyes. "There's not a timeframe on this escort mission, and the only reason I have to complete it at this point is if we need additional coin to raise Findir. That's my only concern now."
Step 1, get Findir back. Step 2, figure out who wrote this. Step 3, remove that person from this world. If that wizard has a problem with that, he can eat that steaming pile of droppings I left back there!
She nods slowly, feeling uncertain about how this proposed path differs greatly from what she perceived was the group's intention, initially anyway. Though it seems all that has changed, at least for her, with the death of Findir. All she feels right now is rage. All she wants is revenge. It's not that he's her brother, she doesn't even feel that way, it's that she's mad at herself and wants to right the mistake.
"We'll figure it out, Aym."
She looks to the others, not knowing if it's verification or affirmation she's looking for, but hoping for it nonetheless.