Re: The Cold Lands: Taverns
Mundin listened to what seemed to be an uncharacteristic remark from his recently found friend. He did give a bit of a level look to Depiron, which bespoke both understanding at his loss, but that what the young priest had said was not entirely necessary. However, it did give him a good idea at to how to bring the anxious girl to heel if need be.
Mundin wasn't dim-witted by any stretch of the imagination, but he needed something to spurn his own latent cleverness. He carefully untied the piece of fur-laden scarf from his gauntleted wrist, and surprisingly there were no hole marks within it. He held it in his hand and let the girl look at it, and his accent was now perfect common, with none of the dwarven inflection, something he only did when he was deadly serious.
"There was a young halfling lass in my travels not too long ago when we decided to go and find the dread necromancer Neconlius II, and stop him from bringing down an undead horde. Her name is Opa Merryweather, and I swear the girl had some gnome in her, since she didn't know when to be quiet. She was bright, cheery, and strangely enough, very intelligent. She had all the earmarks of being a promising mage at some point."
He pointed at the scarf, his face grave. "This is all that I have to remind myself of her, and she's still missing, if not dead."
He gave a level look, a neutral yet pointed look at the young lady, as some of the dwarven accent came back. "You obviously have some experience in the field lass, otherwise ye would have never been asked to escort a caravan. But in me own foolish days not long ago, perhaps a few years past, I lost me best friend since we thought we could tangle with a white dragon and her brood. I barely survived meself, and live with that shame every day. Still, we do what we must."
Mundin gave the girl a piercing gaze. "If ye be willing to travel with us, ye must be willing to give all, your life if need be, and forge your own luck, not rely on luck for luck's sake. That be a failing I see in the few I know who followed Tymora's path. If you come to aid our fellowship, and be a member of it, to listen and be listened to in return, and be willing to give yer life for this cause of tracking down this Necromancer with us, yet not being reckless in this pursuit, I believe ye will be welcome. If not, well, I like yer spirit lass, but ye won't be welcome with us. Choose."