Re: On the Desert Rose
Aurlin is indeed interested in gaining Zorlax's support for the position, he just wishes that it was proposed before he got himself in such a predicament.
Listening as Flic tries to garner some information on the prospective first mate, Aurlin thinks it strange that the warrior also had enough wit to save such usefull information until after it was requested by the captain.
As Hort laughs, Aurlin reaches for a dagger to throw at the man while he redies himself for combat. He is about to unsheath his weapon and let fly, when--just in the nick of time--, Hort proclaims that blades arn't neccessary. Aurlin is immensly pleased that it wasn't going to come to combat with the undoubtedly skilled warrior, but he takes great pains to mask his approval. Feigning a sigh, and saying with false dissapointment,"a battle of wit's you say?"
Aurlin takes a moment, as if considering the offer, ."although I was looking forward to crossing blades with you, I suppose a test of wits will do."
Aurlin picks up his dropped bow and quiver, slinging them back over his back
This message was last edited by the player at 12:19, Thu 02 Feb 2006.