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Cosar just gestures to indicate it doesn't matter.Pustar looks sheepishly around the crowd. When he spots Cosar and Seri he shrugs and mouths the word "sorry".
Pustar is happy to call it a night and head for the accommodation. He still doesn't quite trust the elves, however (WIS 17), and makes a point not to use the minibar.
Cosar and Pustar are shown to a small wooden hut with a thatched roof. There is a small bed of hay and blankets along each of the four walls. At the center of the room is a wood-burning stove, about which their elf host remarks, "It shouldn't get that cold this time of year, but there is kindling in yon corner if you need it."Cosar goes to get some sleep, eager to restore his magics.
Sanfratelli notes your interest and points at a sloe-eyed maiden with an ample bosom. "Calogera is a real ka pilau maka," he says with a wink. "She'll ask for a gold piece but will settle for half."Unburdened by occult reasons, Cacoy enjoys life, and even tries to catch the eye of an Elven maiden or two. Though of course, he accepts any eventual refusals graciously.
The important part, as far as he's concerned, is to not mistake a male elf for a maiden (or any kind of woman, for that matter).
"Thanks Master Elf" Cosar says with a small bow.Cosar and Pustar are shown to a small wooden hut with a thatched roof. There is a small bed of hay and blankets along each of the four walls. At the center of the room is a wood-burning stove, about which their elf host remarks, "It shouldn't get that cold this time of year, but there is kindling in yon corner if you need it."
The other elves seem to take their cues from the chief, Sanfratelli, who subtly gestures a signal. You get the impression that there is no play without pay in the village.Cacoy frowns.
"Money is not a problem, but my padre said once that if ya need to pay a girl, you suck...", he muses. "But then again, we have just met...ah! It's complicated!"
What to choose? A father's advice, or an ample blossom?
For the moment, at least, he's not paying the girl any more attention than any other that might have a desire to dance. The night is still young!
OOC: And odds are good he'd go to his bed before deciding to pay her.
Not liking when his choices are steered, especially steered towards someone described as pilau - a word Cacoy has heard in his city, and while its meaning seems highly situational, it's never positive - he eats, drinks, and dances to his heart content...before going to bed. With only his spear to keep him company.The other elves seem to take their cues from the chief, Sanfratelli, who subtly gestures a signal. You get the impression that there is no play without pay in the village.
"Indeed. Though the last question is only important if we could find their remains".Cosar bolts up as he wakes and gets out of bed. He pushes past the other elves to head over to Sanfratelli immediately, the dream still fresh in his head.
"Right, full story on this tower. What exactly is going on there, who occupies it and how many other groups of saps have you sent on their merry way?"
Cosar bolts up as he wakes and gets out of bed. He pushes past the other elves to head over to Sanfratelli immediately, the dream still fresh in his head.
"Right, full story on this tower. What exactly is going on there, who occupies it and how many other groups of saps have you sent on their merry way?"
"I'm shocked and appalled at the implication of your question!" replies Sanfratelli. "We show you such hospitality and you treat us this way? I should have known better than to welcome humans and hobbits to our village." To Waylon: "It makes me sad that you, a fellow elf, associate with suspicious minds such as these!" He unfurls a scroll and adds, "I suppose you don't want the map to the tower then?""Indeed. Though the last question is only important if we could find their remains".
"I just met these fools! Besides we negotiated to rip them off so don't get your knickers in a twist if you do your job badly. " Waylon scolds the chief in Elvish before adding "How much for the map?"
"Life is tough, brutish and short. Only makes sense to be wary", Cacoy answers nonchalantly, swiping the map from the elf's hand."I offer this map of my own volition, with no strings attached! Such suspicion even from my own kind! It is shameful!" says Sanfratelli."Badly? But we obtained four gold pieces from the warrior, five from the hobbit, four from the priest, and thirty-eight from the wizard while they slept! Your share is 5 gold and 1 silver!" Sanfratelli replies as he surreptitiously slips the coins into your hand.
Cosar exhales to calm himself."I'm shocked and appalled at the implication of your question!" replies Sanfratelli. "We show you such hospitality and you treat us this way? I should have known better than to welcome humans and hobbits to our village."
"Many are the dangers!" says Sanfratelli. "Great are the rewards!""Life is tough, brutish and short. Only makes sense to be wary", Cacoy answers nonchalantly, swiping the map from the elf's hand.
"What else can you tell us about the place? Are there orkish warriors?"
"Sarbaturi is a great ranger and knows the forest well. He can guide you."Cosar exhales to calm himself.
"Apologies, you have been a gracious host. We have been through much hardship lately and it has left me somewhat world weary. We will go to the tower for this adventuring life is the one we have chosen. However we would be grateful for anything you may know of the tower"
Sarbaturi appears in the hut and introduces a muscular elf woman armed with a sword and bow. He carries the same weapons. "And so my pledge I do keep!" laughs Sarbaturi. "This is Crocefissa. We shall guide you as far as the Tower of Zaporizhio!""Sarbaturi graciously agreed to provide us with a couple of his men to act as guides," says Pustar, addressing the Chief.
"Be as specific and as you can regarding the former, please!""Many are the dangers!" says Sanfratelli. "Great are the rewards!"
"Head not south, for it is said trollish creatures lurking amongst the caves there," says Sanfratelli. "Neither shall you eat of the giant fungi to the east, for it is said it angers the sprites and brownies who live there! Be wary also of the giant venomous spiders who weave their sticky webs amongst the trees in the heart of the forest! Travel not north for marauding bands of orcs seek to waylay travelers there! Nor shall you stray from the path, for it is spoken that the elder trees are quick to anger and quicker to seek vengeance against those who trespass! Aye, the entire forest is ensorcelled by the lingering magicks of Zaporizhio! Trust not any strangers you may meet for it is all but certain they mean to do evil unto you!""Be as specific and as you can regarding the former, please!"
"Certainly!" agrees Sanfratelli. He quickly converses with a young elf, who rushes to fetch a half dozen torches and two gourds filled with oil."Spider webs? Hmm. We need some torches and more oil just as a precaution. Good for Trolls too." Waylon says to the chief before they head out.
"Sarbaturi," says Crocefissa, "this one appears to be addlepated and possibly leprous. Is it wise that we should allow it to travel with us? Mercy would dictate we put it to a quick and painless death."Pustar smiles goofily at Crocefissa and offers her a traditional sign of greeting...
"Slay a deer or other creature and leave it as a decoy, then run!" replies Crocefissa, looking at Pustar as though he is the "other creature.""Giant spiders, eh? Any tips on avoiding them?" Seri pipes up. She's bite-sized for a giant spider and is already fearful.
"Greetings to you both. From your elder's description it seems we can't step off the path in any manner"Sarbaturi appears in the hut and introduces a muscular elf woman armed with a sword and bow. He carries the same weapons. "And so my pledge I do keep!" laughs Sarbaturi. "This is Crocefissa. We shall guide you as far as the Tower of Zaporizhio!"
"Vile humans who freely interbreed with orc scum and worship the demon lord Baal," says Sarbaturi. "They practice vivisection on those they take captive. Better to die in combat with them than to be taken prisoner. They will eat your heart while it still beats.""Greetings to you both. From your elder's description it seems we can't step off the path in any manner"
He has a look at the map.
"What's the Temple of Baal to the South of us? A human cult or one of yours?"
"Sarbaturi," says Crocefissa, "this one appears to be addlepated and possibly leprous. Is it wise that we should allow it to travel with us? Mercy would dictate we put it to a quick and painless death."
"Slay a deer or other creature and leave it as a decoy, then run!" replies Crocefissa, looking at Pustar as though he is the "other creature."