Re: Motor Mouth
Stopping a fair distance away so as not to appear a threat, Sarren considered them now that he was closer. They didn't look like soldiers, and they didn't really act like adventurers. The way they handled that ogre mage though, told him all he needed to know about the threat they posed. Giving them distance seemed like a ridiculous gesture.
One thing was for certain, they had power, and so they were useful.
"My name is Sarren Vierge, I am a soldier of the Zhentilar. My contingent was set upon a group of lizard men not long ago." He paused to evaluate how they were taking his story then continued. "Everyone was killed but me, I took shelter in that tower. I was waiting until the right time to slip away when I saw you," he pauses to look significantly at Michaela, "cast that spell at the pond."
He suddenly smiles, a gesture that doesn't show at all in his eyes. "In any case, I was impressed with the short work you made of the ogre." He laughs briefly, sardonically. "Even if you were just lucky."
"Our goals here may not be entirely at odds, perhaps we could work together?"
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