Aleesia Valhorn:
As if she had thought of something else, she asked something entirely different. “The language that man used with you before... Is it the one from where you come from?”
Faaid nods at this. "Yes, it was the language of my lands. Baddar spoke in a dialect Faaid knows, but not of my
own. Now, we should attend to other matters, such as preparing for our small expedition. If you wish to know more, Faaid could teach you a few phrases. It is truly a beautiful language."
Along the journey, Faaid seemed to have his spirit back. He hummed frequently, sometimes with a little skip in his step. Those who had seem him sulking at the tavern might think he was posturing for effect. Nonetheless, he traveled with some semblance of joy.
Money was a fine motivation for a man such as he. After all, coin could buy power. Coin could buy weapons and armor. Coin could buy a fine evening at a tavern. And each coin brought him closer to his goals. Though at the rate he spent it, it was unlikely he made any such progress.
Upon finding the coin, Faaid begins filling his pouches and sack with as much as he could carry (and as much as was left by his companions). He is surprised when the others are not quite as enthusiastic, but does not let this deter him from his earnings. Content with what he had collected, he looks up to find his companions staring at that odd albino crow that had been following them for most the day.
"Faaid has been watching it, though it has not been hostile and has been keen on Aleesia. Faaid assumed it was with her; so many of the old stories talk about odd animals following those who can use magicks. Is this not the case?" He turns to Aleesia, eyebrow cocked.
Looking back at the crow, he thinks long and hard about his own experiences with birds, and if he'd ever seen one like this. He also considers that this might not be a normal beast, but some sort of magical creature.
10:41, Today: Faaid rolled 118 using 1d100+30. Nature (Challenging).