In reply to Kree Quickshadow (msg #21):

Clair looks directly at Kree, what Aster is doing is not an honest game to play.  I will be glad to help in letting this dealer loose his house bet plus any accrued interest along with trying to bring down anyone else we can who are also involved.  Illegal Trafficking of people against there will is not a game to be played.  I am sure Tymora would not approve.
This message was last edited by the player at 02:32, Wed 12 Jan 2011.

  Niether Tymora, Nor Beshaba, would look well upon those who deal in this. By taking  away any free choices, They cannot make  moves that Beshaba might influence...so i will be calling  on both, My Lady Tymora, and  LAdy Beshaba...May Tymora aid our cause. and beshaba kiss our foes...

Senuviel observes everything silently weighing all the possibilities...If we are to deal with this criminals we have to plan carefully, don't let your emotions obscure your thoughts. We're not meddling with ordinary brigands as I've said before, we must step carefully and don't let it become a personal vendetta. Said this Senuviel sips his nectar and asks the waitress for more mead.

  Kree shakes his head,  Your council is wise..but  a bit late  for me...slavers are apersonal vendetta  for me..and the more suffering  i might  cause them, the better  i feel...

In reply to Kree Quickshadow (msg #25):

Yes Kree, but let's plan for more then a nip in the butt, we need to knock em for a loop.

  once more, I agree....I am thinking, it should  fall to Clair, to get Aster, to sign our Dwarven friend...I am thinking he does not overly trust me..since i was one of the ones who suggested he might be short a wagon, if  we had to  choose between defending his unkown cargo...or oursleves...

Astar arrives about 30 minutes later to collect the party "Are you all ready for your return trip?" He asks rather snidely

  As the  fellow appears, Kree's  jaws clench and his hand slips under the table to his  sword  hilt........

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Yes, indeed! Bruga says brightly as he stands on his chair so he's near Astar's eye level. Great place to stay here. If you've not eaten, I recommend the eggs, griddlecakes, and ham.Good ale too! he adds as he takes a swig. Unless you're in a hurry, I'd be happy to join you for my second breakfast!

In reply to Bruga Honeyfinder (msg #30):

Ha second breakfast, Clair laughs.  Smiles at Aster, rubs her holy symbol Lady luck has been kind to us so far and has gifted us with a childhood friend of ours looks to Khorden shyly who was also on his way back to our town, sheepishly I kinda invited him along as he would love to get his hands some goblins pauses you know Dwarfs and quickly adds, he will not cost you any gold just some grub on the trip back And it would be nice to have another along for the ride, kinda wistfully eye Khorden, I kinda missed his company back when he visited the farm with a sparkling grin.

Kree is about to pull his weapon and go at Astar, Astar has not seen this yet, but Clair and Khorden do.

Khorden reaches over and clamps one of his huge hands about Kree's wrist and shakes his head.  Whatever the problem is, and the Dwarf is still trying to figure it out, it seems too early to draw blood over it.  As Kree looks his direction (I assume), Khorden gives a brief shake of his head.

"And who might ye be?" he asks the newcommer Astar.

Astar regards Khorden's who hand is quickly removed from Kree's weapon, Khorden is not sure if Astar saw it. "I am their current employer." he says "It is time to head back." Astar says "Bring the dwarf along if you like, I believe your Paladin friend left in the night."

Khorden looks Astar up and down, taking the measure of the fellow.  "What's the job?  And what's it pay?"  Khorden looks sidelong at the others, wondering what sort of mischief they'd gotten themselves into.

Bruga is finished looking foolish and sits down to address himself to the rest of his breakfast.

  Kree's  jaws continue  to work as he  says to Astar,  The   Dwarf  is hand  with a weapon, since  our  holy man left, his  pay can go to Khorden..yuou do not lose anything, yet you gain another  good warrior...besides..he is  a..er...good friend  of Clair...be a shame to have  to lose her  as well..if she deciede to  stay here  and help him look for work..."

  The elf measures Astar differnatly now..before he  just thought the  fellow a greedy bastard..now..he looks  upon  the fellow as prey...A good  HUnter never lets  his prey slip from his grasp.

In reply to Kree Quickshadow (msg #37):

Clair blushes at the good friend comment, True, looking at Khorden then the rest of the group and finally at Aster. She then get's up kinda forcing the conversation to her and away from the table, So we are ready to go, Aster, she smiles is it the same guarding a wagon back.  Then starts to pack her things and says looking up now and then Khorden will be quiet capable in his place, we shall meet you outside. looks at her empty glass I have to get a drink for the road to toast to Tymora's blessings. Curtsies and heads over to the bar for a shot of what ever the inn keeper has handy as a road toast and toasts all present for Tymora's blessings and good tidings.  Then gulps the drink down and picks up her gear and heads for the door, guys coming?

"I never turn down a drink, but ye be talking about how Astar should be acceptin' me but I haven't said I be acceptin' th' job an' before I do, I want to know where we'd be going, what we'd be doing an' what this fellow is payin' for it."

The Dwarf seems to be in good spirits, his words rather direct, but without rancor.

  His  eyes  shify to  the Dwarf,..we  protect the merchant's  wagon from attack..from here to the Village  and back...we are ready for the return trip just now, it  would seem. I am most certain...Clair..would  feel a bit better of  having your strong  arms about...aye?

Astar Grumble, "I will pay him Nickoli's remaining share, upon arrival in Lotan."

In reply to GM (msg #41):

sounds fare to me, with a wink at Khorden

"Good then, we go." Astar waits for no reponse as is his normal and moves outside to the Wagon. (to the streets of Cabain with him.)

Khorden scowls, annoyed that no one has spoken of the payment they're expecting to receive.  Still, if the others were willing to work, he'd follow along for now.  After all, it's not like there's something else he was supposed to be doing, save bringing honor to the Stonegrip clan.

Bruga sees nothing more to eat, so he rises and slaps Khorden on the back— to make noise like on a drum, not to stagger (which would be a failure anyway). Come along, HappyFace, it's the best offer you've had all day. Besides, you can regale us with all the jokes you've collected since we saw each other last. Apparently in high good humor, he follows Astar, whistling. Then he bursts into something similar to a song.

These feet are made for walking,
And that's just what they will do.

First one and then the other;
Trip'n the whole day through.

But when nighttime comes,
It'll be my time to prowl,
Makin' sure all's secure,
Driftin' long like an owl.

He looks around at the lack of an appreciative audience and shrugs. As a bard, I'm a good locksmith.

In reply to Bruga Honeyfinder (msg #45):

Clair chuckles, keep you night job :)