Sealing the Deal
21st of Lamashan 4707 A.R. (Absalom Reckoning)
"The south," you argue, thinking back to prows cutting their own path though the trackless ocean in a shower of spray, the silverfish jumping so many that the sailors had only to cast a few nets over the side to earn themselves a meal. "It is a chance to reap the bounty of land and sea away from the eye of small minded folk."
DeVerge huffs, annoyed even though
he'd been the first one to mention 'curious eyes'.
So is he the only one who gets to complain or had you just not stepped lightly enough around the pile of worm shit?
"Carpenden seems a fine place to settle down," Mina chines in wistfully. "Like Lastwall without the Ol' Trouble," without the unquiet dead of the Whispering Tyrant's legacy or demons of Sarkoris, you mentally fill in. "That sounds like a snake without a tail but there you have it."
"Sounds boring," Cob frowns. "Nothing to fight or find all day. Whotcha gonna do, eat all day and get fat?"
Gorok's thoughts: 1d8 = 6 (1 Freeland, 2 Verduan, 3-4 Aspodel, 5-6 Carpenden, 7-8 Missa)
"It's been a long, long time since any kin of mine has had a chance to grow fat," Gorok says, the words slow with the memory of old hardships that put the scars on his hide.
"Were the trouble that you cannot stalk and stab hunter," Sirim projects to all of you.
"Those villages have been there long enough to build hills of their dead, forget of them, and make the tops pasture. They have less love of strangers that you will find even here."
Sirim Diplomacy to get him to Reconsider: 1d20+12 = 16 (Failure)
What Gorok answers you cannot say for all he says aloud is. "We'll be heading that way soon, a chance to stake out land by river or by lake, not the bitter sea."
"Where exactly will you be heading, if it's not too much trouble to ask?" Eduarmot's probe seems to be merely for politeness' sake, but you are not sure you trust him to ever be 'merely' anything.
"We are going east to the Verduan on a survey expedition," Mina echoes the line Gavhaul had told all of you to offer to any curious Almasi. From the way his eyebrows jump at the bland statement you're pretty sure he didn't buy it. Though maybe it's a good sign that he does not seem to care that you know he knows there's something afoot.
So Gorok is assured his parchment with all the wax and ribbons you might need. Your host is all too glad to chatter on about old chums from his days at Almas University, well-placed to expedite the matter so that you'll have it before you leave the city on the morning of the twenty fourth. Yet there is no getting around one fact, to leave you first have to meet up with Gavhaul who is unlikely to think well of your doings today, to say the very least.
"It would be best I think to visit the Pathfinder Lodge now before news reaches Gavhaul of our exploits, or at least before he has a chance to act on those suspicions, be it by setting us a trail or deciding to keep us close," Sirim muses as the rest of you take tea and truffle-bread, a custom of the Chelixian nobility that does not seem to have been chased out of Andoran along with other aristocratic signs.
Mina points out that you also need to decide which of you are going to speak with the Executive Consul to claim the accolades and other rewards he might be inclined to give, even if it is only recognition of your names as friends to Almas and the Knights.
Not to mention a chance to spite-talk the fool who almost burned Cob, you add only to yourself. He might be the sort of shrug and move on at almost being flash broiled, but you most definitely are not.
What do you do?
[] Keep to the plan and go to the Lodge with Cob, Mina and Sirim can deal with the fallout with Gavhaul and Gorok can meet with the Lord Commander of the Eagle Knights
[] Cob can deal with the Venture Captain on his own, he's certainly more stealthy without you. Better that you...
-[] Help deal with Gavhaul's reaction, he seems to like you
-[] Make sure the Lord Commander does not guess more of your company's plans than you'd like
[] Write in
OOC: Enjoy