Re: Razorhawk Village, home of The Arrows
walking up to the setas the elders had as they broke thier morning fast. Kree aske d a server gril for a Mug of cold wine, and Sat down.
..so?... You feel you are the Equal to teh Elders , that you may sit with out even a 'by your leave'
..this is no formal setting?.. I see no guards, heard no horns, No sages attend us.. I must assume, you folks are here to eat, and hear my report...since the footman did not announce me as i entered the 'great Hall'
The Older Elf of the three smiled,Quite so..let us here the report...
Krell stabbed some meet with his fork. the Dwarven Elder took a deep drink from his Mug.
Kree went into a detailed report about the trip to Mok to find the Missing Arrows, he including everything, without citing any of his thoughts on the Arrows who were involved ...
My Unit will be leaving on the Morrow, to the site that the others will be building at the Black Timber , merchant Landing.. we wil travel down river to the trace wood and finish this mission once and for certain..
Krell bit into a roll as he said,..and...'Good Captain'..what if the Timber needs you elsewhere?
..Then you need, only to send word to Reedrick in Ironmoud.. for that is where we we travel to after the Trace Wood...
..we need the Arrows to seek something in the High Peaks...
Peerign over the Rim of his mug, Kree said,..whatever is there? will still be there.. if it is of something that is of Import, send other Arrows.... But i do not stop my missions, until it is finished...
Krell slowly lowered his fork,...and if I was to order the Crimson Arrows to do this...
..Then, Father? I would laugh. Yu are an Elder..But yo are a Warden... The 1st Elder is of the Mages.. the 2nd Elder is of then Fighters.. I see no Elders here for Mercenaries... we have our Rules....High Warden...we would be less then common sell swords, should we not finish the tasks we have signed up for...
Kree put his empty mug down, look a bit sad... a Maiden appeared as if by magic and refilled it... Kree smiled at her.
..now? Good Elders.. I will see to my people and perhaps enjoy home for a bit....
The bother two Elders nodded to him... Krell said....so? you would put this 'code of Honor' ahead of your Home and your people...
Aye...High Warden....there is no use protecting the Trees, if the people who live within them, cannot feel safe...There is no use trying to portect people, if yo let thier homes burn down around them.... so?.. I will seek out the traitors to the Arrows.. and they will die... The Arrows wil be the stronger for it..and then we can go for a hike in the Mountains..but?.. if it is realy urgent..perhaps you would e3nd some wardens.. I Have heard the Wardens number close to 300?... only the Gods know how many Timberhome has..then you add to that the Druids and rangers..but.. I am Merely a sell sword CAptain.. what do i know about the inner workings of the Great Black Timber...
Kree walked towards 'his' people with his fresh Mug of Wine.
The High MAge looked at Krell,..you should not joust with your son... he has chosen a path..and that path has brought, no small amout of glory to the Black Timber.
..if he and his cousin had been here when....
The High Fighter snorted,..they'd a died next ta yer wife... an' there would have been none to gain the vengeance they done.... It may have been messy, an' that's me sayin'... but ain't no one will try to bring a whole salver group in again..an' them's that do.. fine its a quick way ta meet thier gods..