Re: 1 Mirtul DR1368 – 'A Tempting Proposition'
"Ahah! My guests have returned!" He peered over the group, arching his whiskered brow at the newcomers. "Or some of them at least..."
With a sort of nonchalant grace, the Professor heaved himself up onto the gunwale and stepped out into space. Instead of plummeting to the stone floor some twenty feet below, as gravite demanded he should, he simply lowered gently to the ground like a feather, all the while babbling incoherently about 'progress updates' and 'improved schematics'.
Reaching terra firma, he stood up as tall as he could, put one hand on his hip and rapped the floor with the cane in his other. "Right then." His eyes shifted between the group. "It seems there are questions to be answered. Indeed, and answers to be questioned! - and then answered again! Err..."
Shaking his head, Hingleswip began pacing amongst his guests, stopping suddenly every now and again as if to unnerve them. "So you have my chest I see, yet who is this that carries it?" He peered up at Lambrac, noting the untended wound in the rogue's hip. "And these two," He gestured at Krogan and Thaniel, "Who are they? And where is Linni? And who have you been fighting? And where is that annoying priest? And what is that smell?" The gnome sniffed loudly at the air, his moustache twitching. "Oh that last one's me, don't answer that. Had a run in with a hostile batch of Tethyrian turnips earlier."
Noting the stunned silence of the group after his barrage of questions, the Professor lifted his arms dramatically. "Well!? Chop chop, I don't have all day, I want to get going before my brother in law comes knocking again. Not a favourite with the Cobblesprocket side of the family right now!"