[2.04] The Escapades of the Narthropple Expedition
Caramip's cheeks turned a bit rosey in color at the mentioning of her tales being told far and wide. To think that it had been heard in Rostland, surely word would travel soon.
She spoke to him in their native tongue, [Language unknown: No t poeiie Icamanugh Butresovebut, Plhieric si Itch anyectugh thi Promenate n Icalinerelar. Ancata i omearteen eceau alrut nterutfor beica ol eima omthsi. I o u yinichstitha u ndany ofate Rillloic Dinillwil'bleast, san beith orederenchis n oul linesttin somwaskor at ressetyin fordayles, beei liant tho lar ratnotoul preintart k ear? ]
She turned to the others reverting to common, "There is always time to be polite. We might learn more of the swamps from him and he could possibly aid us. Still perhaps first we should correct some inaccuracies."
She pointed to Borric, "That is Borric d'Tor, Lord of Rivermarch."
She pointed to Elena, "That is Elena Sazikova, Master of Arms of Lord d'Tor."
She pointed to Kael, "That is Kael Valleni". She intentionally left off his title, it was probably best folks not know he was the Spymaster she figured. After all once word got out you were a spy, pretty soon you couldn't spy anymore.
She pointed to Dominique, "That is Dominique Telvari, High Priest of Rivermarch."
"As for the wagon I believe my fellow gnomes are perhaps to small to haul it out of the river. I'm almost no help either other than getting the ponies here to the shore. I don't suppose you could summon something larger to pull it out? Say some oxen or draft horses Dominique?" she asked seeking to perhaps find a solution.