Re: Round 13 round-up
Introductions are made, explanations and apologies are offered. Colwyn eyes Bilfro suspiciously.
"So 'ow come's yer 'ere, then? I mean, we ain't 'xactly close ter nowhere what a man of breedin, like yerself'd live." The rogue stands with one hand resting casually on the hilt of his sheathed dagger.
Corian, showing the keen intellect which is required by those who study the arcane, takes in Bilfro's pointed hat, robe, and beard, before asking, "Are you, perchance, a practitioner of the thaumaturgic arts? My name, sir, is Corian Barade, lately apprenticed to Dasidar of Reme and, technically, the leader of this band of stalwart heroes. I am very pleased to make your acquaintance."
Oddly, Corian's expression hints at even more suspicion than Colwyn's.
And at that precise moment, almost as if it were an omen of some sort, a shaft of golden sunlight pierces the sullen, cloud-filled, western sky, and lances down into the courtyard, where it brightly illumines an area of ground some three or four feet to Bilfro's left. A particularly grotesque beetle, caught in the sudden effulgence, freezes for an instant, before starting to burrow into the mud...