Re: Chapter #2: Encounter at Sandpoint
Pisca kept offering her hand, lifting her hand up for the requisite kiss upon her delicate gnomish hand. "Hmph," she hmph'ed when the kiss never came. She tossed her head and gathered her soft blond air behind her head before jamming the big, floppy, hummie hat down on her head once more.
"Well, there's a hummie who clearly has no idea how to treat a gnome," she said, before turning up her nose and then turning away from the retreating back of the human noble. "So, what was that you were saying about arrows again, Stomper? I shot a goblin in the head? Hmmm," she hmmm'ed and tapped her lips with a finger. "I don't remember that. You'll have to show me where that was. If we can find the arrow maybe we can tell who it was from the fletching."
The gnome bent to the task of gathering up the dog-rider's gear. "Sounds like the fighting's stopped. At least, I can't hear any from here. But, I suppose we'd better check in with someone who can tell us more. Stomper? Where would your people set up an emergency command center?"
"This is a fine piece. Ha-cha!" The gnome thrust with the horsechopper in an awkward imitation of some of the moves that Kellan had executed only minutes before. "Say, Lysa, what do you think of the hummie? I mean Foxface ... er ... Foxglove. I think he was quite take with you. He's handsome. For a hummie. And he's rich. And he has his own haunted mansion too. But wait. Don't you already have a boyfriend? I thought I heard ... Nevermind." Pisca swung the horsechopper in a wild and dangerous circle, nearly losing her footing and dumping herself on the ground before giving up. "Yup. This will be fine for our armory," she said, though to whom she was speaking was ... not ... entirely ... clear. "A fine addition to our armor." And then the gnome tipped her head back and grinned up at the three humans. "Don't you think?" she asked.
"Now if some of you could help me gather up these things, maybe we can see about selling them," she said as she turned to her spoils of war and began handing pieces to each of the humans. "We'll need funds to build a chapter house, after all. Or, maybe we'll just rent to start out. I mean, we have to have some place for our minions to stay. When we get some."
"We *are* starting an adventuring group, aren't we? I thought we'd discussed this. After what we did today we almost have to. We could call ourselves Angel's Arrow. Or The Sandpoint Six. Or Penchant's Fall. Or The Crimson Green. Or The Wavy Lines. Or Gnome and Company. Or Timely Intervention." Pisca inhaled deeply after rattling off the long list in a single breath of whatever seemed to come to her mind.
"Oh. I almost forgot." She spilled the coin that she'd collected from the two goblins into a large purple cloth of the kind often worn as a headscarf, then she divided the one pile into four smaller even ones. "Here. Eight for each of us," she said, and gave each of the others their share.
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