Re: One Early Spring Evening
"Intriguing," replied Aila. "And is there a place you would recommend to continue our discussion?"
"We'll talk again. I have a small shack I am presently renting only an hour away. Allow me to get some details in order and we ought to be able to talk tomorrow."
"Me boulders be me right here." The fighter pointed to her massive bicep.
Doromas laughed hearthily in surprise.
"I never knew they were called that. I am a lucky man. I learn something new every day."
Liriel's stoic manner cracked when she grinned at Marille's remark about her boulders. "I may not be as strong, but I can still puncture goblins and orcs."
Still amused at Marille's remarks, Doromas added with a smile, "Yes, that would be the idea. My concerns are more exploratory, while the town will need your support immediately. I am glad you bring a talent for armed confrontation. It is, unfortunately, sometimes the only coin goblins understand. Orcs, on the other hand, well, that depends on who you are dealing with, I suppose."
Phelan finally gives out with more than a grunt or growl. "I don't take orders from some uppity guardsman. However, I would rather take my chances doing some bounty hunting than with any more of this stew. Master Garrel in the morning. Anyone else?"
The wizard nodded at the present agreement with the group. Even the quiet dwarf had something to add.
"Wonderful! I am glad there is some much agreement here. But please don't take the guardsmen in ill light here. They are not looking to 'order people around'. They are decent folks trying to undertake the task of keeping these people safe. Yes, they can be abrasive at times, but then, if you had to do their job, would you not as well?"
He fished into his pocket and dropped another platinum coin on the table.
"There. That should be one for each of you. Consider it a good-will promise for employment to come. Let's talk tomorrow after you have finished your business with Master Garrel. You'll find me at the western farms, only a short walk away. Ask anyone there, they will know where to point you."
He stands up nodding to everyone. As he passes Marille he pats her on the shoulder and whispers appreciatively, "Nice boulders!"
With that, he walks to the door, pulls his cloak tightly around him, and opens the door. Outside, the rain is falling with intensity. With a wave of his hand and a few choice words, Doromas casts a spell that creates a small bubble of light around him, vanishing as quickly as it appeared. He steps out into the rain, unconcerned, and you notice that he isn't getting wet. The drops are falling around him.
OOC: You are free to carry onwards to next morning, or continue talking amongst yourselves or to someone else, if you wish. Let me know.