Arlo stopped mid step and regarded the elf. “What’s a tavern? Is that a place to eat? I eat a lot of different things. I like metal a lot.” He was, until that point, quite interested in what these glasses would taste like. But the elf seemed like he might want them back, what with all the looking at them pointedly…
The Hellspawn handed the spectacles back to their owner and continued his question tirade until he was successfully diverted from his path. He let the elf steer him in the new direction. When they had reached the “tavern” thing, he realized that they were, in fact, the only ones who had walked there. At this point Arlo stopped to look around in dim panic and said, “Hey! Where did all of my friends go?”
The Hellspawn handed the spectacles back to their owner and continued his question tirade until he was successfully diverted from his path. He let the elf steer him in the new direction. When they had reached the “tavern” thing, he realized that they were, in fact, the only ones who had walked there. At this point Arlo stopped to look around in dim panic and said, “Hey! Where did all of my friends go?”
After a short while, Al-raii found the tavern. She was honestly annoyed when she saw Arlo there. Oh well, she would just find another table, and he would hopefully leave her alone.
Faithful to his shy young female elf persona - with body to match! - she walked over to the counter and quietly ordered something to eat, and something to drink. Few minutes later, she made her way to a strategically-placed table, carrying with her a piece of bread, some cheese, and a huge mug of beer. Perhaps she should have been more specific.
Faithful to his shy young female elf persona - with body to match! - she walked over to the counter and quietly ordered something to eat, and something to drink. Few minutes later, she made her way to a strategically-placed table, carrying with her a piece of bread, some cheese, and a huge mug of beer. Perhaps she should have been more specific.
Sam could not possibly have ignored such a delicious adventure hook. She scampered after Fynn, with Mort trodding alongside her with his larger strides.
"Zack! Er, Mr. Fynn! Mayor!" she called, trying to get his attention. Mort threw in few gronks, always helpful.
(I hope the lizard guy's name was literally "What's-His-Name". I suppose he could've been an Argonian.)
"Zack! Er, Mr. Fynn! Mayor!" she called, trying to get his attention. Mort threw in few gronks, always helpful.
(I hope the lizard guy's name was literally "What's-His-Name". I suppose he could've been an Argonian.)
(...it is now! 
)
Someone appeared to be calling, and the poor troubled mayor did not recognize whose voice it was. But he had work to do, he had no time to... his head was spinning. He didn't know if he should let the town know about what had happened... might as well pretend nothing was wrong... he stopped, and turned around to see that lizard girl and the friendly dinosaur. Yes, it was a good idea. They were foreigners, the last thing they needed to know was that a murder had taken place in the paradise they had heard so much about.
"Oh, it's you. What is it?"
He tried his best to smile, to be his nice and cheerful self... but he just couldn't.
)Someone appeared to be calling, and the poor troubled mayor did not recognize whose voice it was. But he had work to do, he had no time to... his head was spinning. He didn't know if he should let the town know about what had happened... might as well pretend nothing was wrong... he stopped, and turned around to see that lizard girl and the friendly dinosaur. Yes, it was a good idea. They were foreigners, the last thing they needed to know was that a murder had taken place in the paradise they had heard so much about.
"Oh, it's you. What is it?"
He tried his best to smile, to be his nice and cheerful self... but he just couldn't.
While looking around for his "friends" who he insisted had been right with him and he would not go in the tavern without their company, Arlo's nose caught a scent. He stopped his yammering then and got deadly serious. Well, at least as deadly serious as he could get. This, in retrospect, probably wasn’t very deadly at all.
"What's that smell?" He recognized it readily, it smelt like home almost. It was the scent of blood and death. He put his nose to the air and turned in the direction it had emanated. Starwhim was tugging at his elbow and saying something, but Arlo was much stronger than him and just dragged the poor elf.
He was, of course, again going in the same direction Zacharias had tried to steer him from.
"What's that smell?" He recognized it readily, it smelt like home almost. It was the scent of blood and death. He put his nose to the air and turned in the direction it had emanated. Starwhim was tugging at his elbow and saying something, but Arlo was much stronger than him and just dragged the poor elf.
He was, of course, again going in the same direction Zacharias had tried to steer him from.
"AAAGHHH!" Back at the trading grounds the crotchety dragon let out a frustrated growl of disgust. EVERYONE was afraid of her. Were they seriously not going to buy her prized merchandise? Back in her homelands creatures would fight to the death to get a lock of dragon hair and here they would only fight to the death to get away from her. Letting out a snort of smoke she sat back on her haunches and thought to herself that maybe her appearance was a bit threatening. After all, she DID have an alternative...though rarely used, she recently learned the magical spell that would give her a temporary "human like" form. However, she often refrained from doing this, because frankly...she thought humans looked stupid. But, maybe it would get her at least one sale and she could go home. She was fed up with trying to be nice anyway.
So it was decided. Ignoring the blabber of the stupid crowd she took a few steps back and began to recite in her mind the strange words that would set the spell into motion. At first, nothing happened, but only a few seconds after she was finished reciting the spell a strange wave of light began to twist around her. Pressing her ears back she shut her eyes tightly and thought of the form she would take on. It seemed simple enough, but halfway through the spell, several members of the crowd noticed something was happening and began to circle around her corner.
"What's happening?"
"A magic show??"
"I can't see, Mom! Pick me up!"
Choshi rolled her eyes and let out an annoyed sigh. Of course NOW they would come near her. Why are humans so STUPID!? They're attracted to smoke and colors like moths to a flame. They better buy something once this is over.
The crowd stood wide-eyed before the dragon's sales mat, magical hair still untouched. Excess smoke from the transformation spell began to roll away from Choshi as the wind picked up and the crowd shuffled this way and that to get a better look at what had happened.
Where there was once a lumbering dragon now stood a rather short and very naked girl, no older than sixteen or seventeen in appearance. Shifting her weight this way and that, Choshi opened her eyes and glanced down at her hands and feet.
"DAMNIT! I DID IT AGAIN!"
To her disappointment, the spell she had only recently learned had worked but not the way she intended it to. Her arms and legs still retained their dragonesque appearance, and when her long tail snaked around into her range of vision she knew that it was still here too. Not only that, but her large ears stuck out from a fiery mane of thick red hair that tumbled down her shoulders and nearly reached her knees. She let out an irritated sigh and ran her leathery hands over her head. Yes. Her little horns were still there too, and probably looked absolutely ridicules poking out of her little humanish head. At leash she managed to get the torso part right this time.
Once she was finished examining new failure of a form she turned her attention to the crowd, who stood wide eyed, many of them staring in disbelief, others covering their children's eyes and making inappropriate remarks. Though, for the most part, they were staring.
"WHAT?!" The dragon picked up her bag of holding and stuck a clawed hand inside all wile glaring at the onlookers. "You gonna buy something or just stand there!?"
Most of the crowd, offed by the rude tone of voice decided to turn around and leave, while several young men stayed behind, talking amongst themselves. Rolling her eyes, Choshi could probably guess what they were talking about and let out a snort of smoke before pulling out an earth-toned tunic from her bag. The one thing she detested about changing forms was the need to cover herself in public. With a grumble she pulled the tunic over her head, paying close attention not to snag it on her horns and tied a blue sash around her waste.
After a few unsuccessful steps towards the group of young men, she finally bargained with them and sold a small portion of the hair for way more than it was worth. She didn't care though, they were probably too stupid to know it's use anyway and she tossed the gold coins into her bag along with the remaining lock of hair. She had had enough of selling. Maybe she could get someone else to do it for her next time. This friendly business was more than she could handle.
So it was decided. Ignoring the blabber of the stupid crowd she took a few steps back and began to recite in her mind the strange words that would set the spell into motion. At first, nothing happened, but only a few seconds after she was finished reciting the spell a strange wave of light began to twist around her. Pressing her ears back she shut her eyes tightly and thought of the form she would take on. It seemed simple enough, but halfway through the spell, several members of the crowd noticed something was happening and began to circle around her corner.
"What's happening?"
"A magic show??"
"I can't see, Mom! Pick me up!"
Choshi rolled her eyes and let out an annoyed sigh. Of course NOW they would come near her. Why are humans so STUPID!? They're attracted to smoke and colors like moths to a flame. They better buy something once this is over.
The crowd stood wide-eyed before the dragon's sales mat, magical hair still untouched. Excess smoke from the transformation spell began to roll away from Choshi as the wind picked up and the crowd shuffled this way and that to get a better look at what had happened.
Where there was once a lumbering dragon now stood a rather short and very naked girl, no older than sixteen or seventeen in appearance. Shifting her weight this way and that, Choshi opened her eyes and glanced down at her hands and feet.
"DAMNIT! I DID IT AGAIN!"
To her disappointment, the spell she had only recently learned had worked but not the way she intended it to. Her arms and legs still retained their dragonesque appearance, and when her long tail snaked around into her range of vision she knew that it was still here too. Not only that, but her large ears stuck out from a fiery mane of thick red hair that tumbled down her shoulders and nearly reached her knees. She let out an irritated sigh and ran her leathery hands over her head. Yes. Her little horns were still there too, and probably looked absolutely ridicules poking out of her little humanish head. At leash she managed to get the torso part right this time.
Once she was finished examining new failure of a form she turned her attention to the crowd, who stood wide eyed, many of them staring in disbelief, others covering their children's eyes and making inappropriate remarks. Though, for the most part, they were staring.
"WHAT?!" The dragon picked up her bag of holding and stuck a clawed hand inside all wile glaring at the onlookers. "You gonna buy something or just stand there!?"
Most of the crowd, offed by the rude tone of voice decided to turn around and leave, while several young men stayed behind, talking amongst themselves. Rolling her eyes, Choshi could probably guess what they were talking about and let out a snort of smoke before pulling out an earth-toned tunic from her bag. The one thing she detested about changing forms was the need to cover herself in public. With a grumble she pulled the tunic over her head, paying close attention not to snag it on her horns and tied a blue sash around her waste.
After a few unsuccessful steps towards the group of young men, she finally bargained with them and sold a small portion of the hair for way more than it was worth. She didn't care though, they were probably too stupid to know it's use anyway and she tossed the gold coins into her bag along with the remaining lock of hair. She had had enough of selling. Maybe she could get someone else to do it for her next time. This friendly business was more than she could handle.
"Hey, sorry to pry, but I couldn't help overhearing your conversation. I won't butt in here, I'm sure you want to keep it under wraps until you know more. If you do come to decide you could use some help, though - well, here's my card. Think it over, take your time; I'll be in town at least a week, I should think."
Samantha decided against slipping it in to his coat pocket, instead just offering it to him. Professional printing, gold border - obviously she must be the real deal.
(There is a noticeable lack of actual contact information on the card. Mostly because phones and other communication devices haven't been invented, and she has no permanent address. Of course, everyone knows that if you're looking for an adventurer, you can easily find half a dozen lousing up the nearest tavern at any time of day or night. In this business, cards like these are mostly just to get a name and an associated face in the client's head, so when he has a problem, he's more likely to remember them than a competitor.)
Samantha decided against slipping it in to his coat pocket, instead just offering it to him. Professional printing, gold border - obviously she must be the real deal.
(There is a noticeable lack of actual contact information on the card. Mostly because phones and other communication devices haven't been invented, and she has no permanent address. Of course, everyone knows that if you're looking for an adventurer, you can easily find half a dozen lousing up the nearest tavern at any time of day or night. In this business, cards like these are mostly just to get a name and an associated face in the client's head, so when he has a problem, he's more likely to remember them than a competitor.)
Mr Fynn gazed blankly at the card for a moment, then blinked. Well, from what Samantha had said, she already knew what had happened. Maybe she could help...
"Oh, an adventurer. Well... I..."
For a second he tried to think rationally and ponder the question. Should he ask her for help?...he was tempted to say yes.
"Just... how much did you overhear, Miss Brooks?"
He hadn't noticed the two familiar figures closing in on them... the tall hellspawn and the short elf.
"Oh, an adventurer. Well... I..."
For a second he tried to think rationally and ponder the question. Should he ask her for help?...he was tempted to say yes.
"Just... how much did you overhear, Miss Brooks?"
He hadn't noticed the two familiar figures closing in on them... the tall hellspawn and the short elf.
Arlo was following his nose like a lunatic bloodhound. He followed the scent the whole way despite whatever protest the small elf may have given him. His goat-like ears were pointed straight forward towards the body emitting the death smell. He noticed the Mayor standing over the scene and his entire demeanor perked. The mayor was nice… But that lizard lady was there too. She didn’t seem to like him much.
Looming up behind the Mayor because they were such good friends that he surely wouldn’t mind the closeness, Arlo asked: “What happened to that guy?”
Looming up behind the Mayor because they were such good friends that he surely wouldn’t mind the closeness, Arlo asked: “What happened to that guy?”
(An apology for lateness. 
)
The hellspawn's words startled Mr Fynn, who suddenly turned around to face who he thought could be the killer jumping on him from the back. But no, it was Arlo. After recovering from an almost-heart-attack (if such things exist), he told him what he knew.
"He was killed."
Great, now everyone knew. Well, it's not like Arlo wouldn't notice that and tell everyone, anyway. The guy's disembodied head was there, for crying out loud! Still, there was no harm in asking for a little privacy regarding that specific matter.
"Please don't tell anyone. I don't want people to think my little slice of heaven is unsafe..."
Words that would be most probably lost in the hellspawn.
)The hellspawn's words startled Mr Fynn, who suddenly turned around to face who he thought could be the killer jumping on him from the back. But no, it was Arlo. After recovering from an almost-heart-attack (if such things exist), he told him what he knew.
"He was killed."
Great, now everyone knew. Well, it's not like Arlo wouldn't notice that and tell everyone, anyway. The guy's disembodied head was there, for crying out loud! Still, there was no harm in asking for a little privacy regarding that specific matter.
"Please don't tell anyone. I don't want people to think my little slice of heaven is unsafe..."
Words that would be most probably lost in the hellspawn.
Arlo may or may not have hissed at the particular word; if he had it was too fast for those around him to pick up on. He did however step forward in his uncouth manor and lift the head off the ground. It dangled before his face as his expert nose sifted through the scents that clung to it.
He recoiled. “Did you know this guy?” He looked to the mayor, his icy eyes inquisitive and serious for the first time since their meeting. The Mayor stammered a noncommittal answer about whether or not the lizard man and he knew each other so much as knew of each other. The hellspawn checked out of the conversation already. He had dropped the head back to the ground and now surveyed the leg. “He smells aaaaawful, how didn’t you notice him earlier?” His nose wrinkled in disgust.
He recoiled. “Did you know this guy?” He looked to the mayor, his icy eyes inquisitive and serious for the first time since their meeting. The Mayor stammered a noncommittal answer about whether or not the lizard man and he knew each other so much as knew of each other. The hellspawn checked out of the conversation already. He had dropped the head back to the ground and now surveyed the leg. “He smells aaaaawful, how didn’t you notice him earlier?” His nose wrinkled in disgust.
(Sorry dudes, been ultra busy lately.)
Sam gritted her teeth and steeled herself against the urge to defend the dead's honor in the middle of a bunch of civilians.
"Well, I'm not going to tell anyone, but with this guy here, you're probably already boned. I will of course do anything I can to help you find the fiend who did this, after we give this man a proper burial."
Sam gritted her teeth and steeled herself against the urge to defend the dead's honor in the middle of a bunch of civilians.
"Well, I'm not going to tell anyone, but with this guy here, you're probably already boned. I will of course do anything I can to help you find the fiend who did this, after we give this man a proper burial."
Choshi had already packed her belongings after an irritating argument with the merchant who had been next to her. She hadn't been paying much attention but he seemed to be going on about how she should "pay for damages to his tent for knocking it over with her tail". Blah blah blah. The man's voice was beyond annoying and if she was more accustomed to walking on two legs she would have been out of the trading grounds before he had time to finish his banter.
Swiveling her ears away from the chiding voice and grinding her teeth to stop herself from any further eruptions of anger, Choshi made her way down the mane rode. Each step a little studier than the next until she managed to get the hang of two-legged walking. She would have to wait for the transformation spell to wear off anyway...whenever that would be.
Not really set on any particular destination, Choshi found herself walking for only a few minutes until her nose was filled with a putrid oder that made her face twist in disgust.
"UUGH! GOD!! What DIED over here!?"
Swiveling her ears away from the chiding voice and grinding her teeth to stop herself from any further eruptions of anger, Choshi made her way down the mane rode. Each step a little studier than the next until she managed to get the hang of two-legged walking. She would have to wait for the transformation spell to wear off anyway...whenever that would be.
Not really set on any particular destination, Choshi found herself walking for only a few minutes until her nose was filled with a putrid oder that made her face twist in disgust.
"UUGH! GOD!! What DIED over here!?"
(Been hoping for Neff to post, but no luck. Oh well.)
What a big mess he was in. Big, big mess. That corpse, or better, what remained of that corpse seemed to have some kind of attractive power. Now it was a... what was that again? Looked like the dragon from before. No matter. The man took off his hat, wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, and sighed.
"I have an announcement to make. To all of you." He motioned for Choshi to come closer. "I am not a rich man... but keep quiet about what happened here, and I will pay you for your troubles. And if you won't do it for money, do it at least out of pity. Now, please go. And miss Brooks? Please find who did this... I, as the Mayor of this town, shall give him the burial he deserves."
And with a nervous grin, he turned his back to them all, after telling Starwhim to help Miss Brooks find Skulker. He then left, probably searching for a shovel or something.
What a big mess he was in. Big, big mess. That corpse, or better, what remained of that corpse seemed to have some kind of attractive power. Now it was a... what was that again? Looked like the dragon from before. No matter. The man took off his hat, wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, and sighed.
"I have an announcement to make. To all of you." He motioned for Choshi to come closer. "I am not a rich man... but keep quiet about what happened here, and I will pay you for your troubles. And if you won't do it for money, do it at least out of pity. Now, please go. And miss Brooks? Please find who did this... I, as the Mayor of this town, shall give him the burial he deserves."
And with a nervous grin, he turned his back to them all, after telling Starwhim to help Miss Brooks find Skulker. He then left, probably searching for a shovel or something.
(Try private messaging her, she's been in and out on another game she and I are playing.)
Arlo snorted and his septum ring wiggled. He wasn't one for gossip.. Well. Okay, he was ALL for gossip. But he had no one to gossip with now that the elf had gone off with the lizard lady. He crossed his arms in protest and looked around him. This new lady was interesting. He turned to her and touched her flaming hair.
"Pretty."
Arlo snorted and his septum ring wiggled. He wasn't one for gossip.. Well. Okay, he was ALL for gossip. But he had no one to gossip with now that the elf had gone off with the lizard lady. He crossed his arms in protest and looked around him. This new lady was interesting. He turned to her and touched her flaming hair.
"Pretty."
Choshi eyed the Mayor as he walked off. She didn't care too much about the situation but obliged to his offering of money to keep quiet. She even considered making a fuss about the dead body but quickly decided it wasn't worth the effort. The mayor had already wandered off and she was now, once again, on her own. Or so she thought. So preoccupied by the horrendous oder, Choshi hadn't even realized the Arlo kid from before standing right next to her...that is, until he started playing with her hair.
Twitching an ear in irritation, Choshi spun around to see who had invaded her personal space.
"Ugh...you again?!" Swiveling her ears backwards, she leaned back on her tail to look him in the eye. Thanks to her new form she was now forced to look up when talking to others instead of them looking up at her. Not used to this, she let her brows drop and her mouth screwed up into a scowl. This new point of view was rather awkward for her and to make matters worse, it put her in perfect "Petting" range for the Hellspawn.
Twitching an ear in irritation, Choshi spun around to see who had invaded her personal space.
"Ugh...you again?!" Swiveling her ears backwards, she leaned back on her tail to look him in the eye. Thanks to her new form she was now forced to look up when talking to others instead of them looking up at her. Not used to this, she let her brows drop and her mouth screwed up into a scowl. This new point of view was rather awkward for her and to make matters worse, it put her in perfect "Petting" range for the Hellspawn.
Sam gladly let Starwhim lead her while they talked, anxious to put some distance between herself and the grisly scene. She's an adventurer, after all, not a forensic scientist - she likely wouldn't have noticed that the insects on his corpse were all wrong for this time of year, leading her to conduct some crazy experiment with a pig and blowing the whole case wide open in a matter of hours, no matter how long she searched.
"Starwhim, right? Sam. So, I'll need to talk to this family, his friends, and especially his enemies. I also need access to his former residence, he might have had information or some valuable possession someone didn't want him to have. And if you know off the top of your head anyone who might have benefited from his death, of course I'd be interested in that as well. I wonder if it's possible this was the doing of some kind of animal, or something else. If demons and dragons can walk around in the open, what kind of things might there be in hiding?"
Sam was talking to herself as much as to her new companion. Dammit, she's an adventurer, Jim, not a detective. Of course, even a murder can be tackled as weird puzzle shit - the puzzle is usually just made of people as opposed to logic.
Sam's dialogue/monlogue trailed off as it occurred to her that having a sidekick (as she already thought of Starwhim - at least her ego is healthy?) made her even more like Elric, and reflected on how awesome this was. Fully awesome, she finally concluded. Fully. Awesome. She then decided that Starwhim must be a super-badass to have a name so similar to Moonglum, and immediately proceeded to the logical conclusion - a daydream about the amazing adventures they would have together. These depended heavily on Star's amazing skills with a flail and longbow (two weapons Sam never had much luck with) and the combined power of the duo's impeccable fashion sense.
(Important note: Sam is to Elric as Ryan North and Dr McNinja are to Batman. This is significant character development here, people, I hope you're taking notes)
Outwardly, she slowly came to a halt while picturing some ridiculous adventure featuring the two of them (and Mort!), her eyes apparently focused on something just above, behind, and to the left of Starwhim's head.
An excellent beginning for the greatest adventuring duo of all time.
"Starwhim, right? Sam. So, I'll need to talk to this family, his friends, and especially his enemies. I also need access to his former residence, he might have had information or some valuable possession someone didn't want him to have. And if you know off the top of your head anyone who might have benefited from his death, of course I'd be interested in that as well. I wonder if it's possible this was the doing of some kind of animal, or something else. If demons and dragons can walk around in the open, what kind of things might there be in hiding?"
Sam was talking to herself as much as to her new companion. Dammit, she's an adventurer, Jim, not a detective. Of course, even a murder can be tackled as weird puzzle shit - the puzzle is usually just made of people as opposed to logic.
Sam's dialogue/monlogue trailed off as it occurred to her that having a sidekick (as she already thought of Starwhim - at least her ego is healthy?) made her even more like Elric, and reflected on how awesome this was. Fully awesome, she finally concluded. Fully. Awesome. She then decided that Starwhim must be a super-badass to have a name so similar to Moonglum, and immediately proceeded to the logical conclusion - a daydream about the amazing adventures they would have together. These depended heavily on Star's amazing skills with a flail and longbow (two weapons Sam never had much luck with) and the combined power of the duo's impeccable fashion sense.
(Important note: Sam is to Elric as Ryan North and Dr McNinja are to Batman. This is significant character development here, people, I hope you're taking notes)
Outwardly, she slowly came to a halt while picturing some ridiculous adventure featuring the two of them (and Mort!), her eyes apparently focused on something just above, behind, and to the left of Starwhim's head.
An excellent beginning for the greatest adventuring duo of all time.
The elf listened to Sam. Perhaps he thought he was his duty, perhaps he really cared. Or perhaps he was just being polite. Pick whatever option makes you feel better with yourself. He then answered her question.
"All kinds of things. I have a list of races that live here in Libelle at home, I... oh, forget it, you're not even listening. Anyway, I'm supposed to take you to Skulker. He's this guy who practically lives in the tavern, he was pretty close to the victim. Well, he was close to everyone who'd pay him a drink." And without even noticing it, now it was the elf who was rambling, more to himself than to the adventurer. "Mr. Fynn didn't tell me what we should ask him, but I suppose he'll give us a list of the victim's friends and family. I like lists. I have a bunch of lists at home." He would have more to say, but he tripped on a small rock and almost fell flat on his face. Turning around, he saw Samantha wasn't really following him anymore, or even walking, for that matter. Starwhim ran over to her, and... well, he just stood there, waving at her and honestly hoping she would snap out of it. Whatever it was. "Heh! Ho! Wakey wakey, Miss!"
What kind of devilry was that? Oh, he knew it! Some evil incantation! Perhaps a slap would save her.
"All kinds of things. I have a list of races that live here in Libelle at home, I... oh, forget it, you're not even listening. Anyway, I'm supposed to take you to Skulker. He's this guy who practically lives in the tavern, he was pretty close to the victim. Well, he was close to everyone who'd pay him a drink." And without even noticing it, now it was the elf who was rambling, more to himself than to the adventurer. "Mr. Fynn didn't tell me what we should ask him, but I suppose he'll give us a list of the victim's friends and family. I like lists. I have a bunch of lists at home." He would have more to say, but he tripped on a small rock and almost fell flat on his face. Turning around, he saw Samantha wasn't really following him anymore, or even walking, for that matter. Starwhim ran over to her, and... well, he just stood there, waving at her and honestly hoping she would snap out of it. Whatever it was. "Heh! Ho! Wakey wakey, Miss!"
What kind of devilry was that? Oh, he knew it! Some evil incantation! Perhaps a slap would save her.
<Woops, thought Starwhim was a chick. Well, that just brings him that much closer to a true Moonglum analogue I suppose.>
Sam snapped back to reality with Starwhim's help. "...And that's why you can't trust minotaurs. Huh? Oh sorry about that. So, what are our leads here? We need to talk to people who were close to the victim. Preferably someone who frequents the tavern so they'll be easier to get information from. Know anyone like that?" She clearly hadn't heard a word of anything Starwhim had been saying.
<EDIT: Agreed, I went ahead with mine since it was essentially content-free. I'll wait another round before continuing.>
Sam snapped back to reality with Starwhim's help. "...And that's why you can't trust minotaurs. Huh? Oh sorry about that. So, what are our leads here? We need to talk to people who were close to the victim. Preferably someone who frequents the tavern so they'll be easier to get information from. Know anyone like that?" She clearly hadn't heard a word of anything Starwhim had been saying.
<EDIT: Agreed, I went ahead with mine since it was essentially content-free. I'll wait another round before continuing.>
<Givin' Choshi and Arlo time to play, by the way. 
>
The elf's palm met his forehead as he growled in a manifestation of repressed annoyance. "Just... come on."
Remember the tavern? The one where he had tried to drag Arlo - and failed terribly. Luckily Sam was less... excitable. Well, the tavern was big, and full of people. That, together with the lack of books around, made the wimpy elf quite uncomfortable. But he had a mission, and knew exactly where to find Skulker.
No, he had never met Skulker. He knew he was a goblin. Remember the list? It was no joke. Yeah, goblin. Sadly, there was an entire table of goblins at a corner. "One of them, don't know which." A pause. "You go first. We're looking for Skulker."
>The elf's palm met his forehead as he growled in a manifestation of repressed annoyance. "Just... come on."
Remember the tavern? The one where he had tried to drag Arlo - and failed terribly. Luckily Sam was less... excitable. Well, the tavern was big, and full of people. That, together with the lack of books around, made the wimpy elf quite uncomfortable. But he had a mission, and knew exactly where to find Skulker.
No, he had never met Skulker. He knew he was a goblin. Remember the list? It was no joke. Yeah, goblin. Sadly, there was an entire table of goblins at a corner. "One of them, don't know which." A pause. "You go first. We're looking for Skulker."
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