Lord Sheriff Takari wrote:I will not stoop to kidnapping as that only creates enemies
the Great Tree does not allow such disrespectful actions
"That's good to hear. I assumed you wouldn't do such a thing, but I had to be sure. You understand," Fore says with a nod and most serious face you seen from him so far.
I am here to make friendships and connections with the local Elven Population
my efforts will be directed toward the Village Elders to speak with the parents of the child and inform that them their child is not cursed given that many Wood Elven communities fear Arcane Magic
if the parents choose to not allow their child to be trained by the Guardians and Protectors of the Great Tree for the greater benefit of all Elven Kind
then I will return to my Enclave empty handed until such time as another child is detected
the choice is not mine to make
but the Great Tree has chosen this child to bear a great gift for this world
"It's true what you say that there some wood elves who cling to the old ways and taboos, but here on this world, survival is more important than anything else. Magic is a powerful tool and a child with such unique talents could be seen as a blessing."
Fore's mood quickly shifts back to his normal cheery self. "It will depend on the clan. The local Amontaur clan would view such a child as someone to cherish and guide to be the next great leader of the clan. The thought of giving up such a child would never appeal to them. Of course, if you can get the parents to agree to let the child go, the Elders would have no choice in the matter."
BPIJonathan wrote:"I am always up for travel and exploration." Awaiting further information, Silarilas nibbles on his food, and sips his ale.
"Good. It sounds like we're going to be busy, if we're going to be trying to find this child for Evermithe. Of course, there are always other quests that could be taken with or without a certain windbag's approval," Fore raises his voice again.
Tellerian Hawke wrote:Tim looks over at Fore, trying to size him up. Turning back to Oswin, he says, "You don't have much experience at this, do you? Pardon me for saying so, but beneath many a rough, rude exterior can be found a heart filled with courage and loyalty. I will talk to whomever responds to my advertisement, and my own counsel will I keep on who is to be hired. If I do hire him, and I'm not necessarily saying that I will, I will require his expenses to be covered, just like any other team member. It's only fair. No offense, but you should not let your emotions and your pride cloud your judgment. It's bad for business."
Tim waits for Oswin's reply with a look that conveys impatience. "So, do we have a deal? I can hire whom I want, yes? As I said before, not covering the moneylender's fee isn't a deal breaker; but being able to decide for myself whom I hire, IS."
Oswin's face sours at Tim's words. "I'm sorry to hear that. There will be no deal if Foredryn Morxina is involved or anyone else of his ilk. I wouldn't be surprised if someone like him would be in league with Baldar. Or he will betray you if he thinks Baldar will offer him a better deal," Oswin says plainly.
"You fat little toad," Fore gets up from his chair and stalks over toward Oswin with his mug raised to strike who cringes in fear. The bouncer Baghdassar quickly closes the gap and puts himself in front of the wood elf.
"No, Fore," Baghdassar orders. "And you've had enough." He takes the mug Fore was going to hit Oswin with away from the elf.
"I-I'm sorry, B-Bagh. It's just."
"I know. He had no right to say such a thing," Baghdassar looks at Oswin. "You. Leave."
Oswin makes a snort of disgust. He looks at Tim and shakes his head. "No. no deal, Mr. Valencia. For you to even consider that, that knife-earred bast-"
"Out!" Aerona barks at Oswin. "And don't come back!"
Oswin is shocked by Aerona's sudden outburst. Baghdassar helps Fore back into his chair while the barmaid comforts the, now, very sullen wood elf. "Kivessin," he mumbles.
Oswin finds his courage again. "Very well, Aerona. I'm not surprised that you'd stand up for such a 'good customer'. You're not doing him or anyone else any good by letting him continue to drink here. I know you feel sorry for him, but I do not."
Oswin stalks out of the inn, pushing his way past the few other patrons who had gathered to observe the encounter. He mutters something derogatory about adventurers, as he leaves.
"What was that about?" A patron asks.
"Never mind," Aerona replies with a a sigh. "No more drinks tonight. I know its a festival night, but I'm closing now. If you're not staying the night, please return home or find somewhere else to drink."
The small gathering of patrons breaks up. Most leave the inn while a few pay for a cot. Baghdassar closes and locks the main door.
"I'm sorry about that, Tim," Aerona apologizes to the big man while she checks on Fore. "Oswin's not really a bad man, but he's a stubborn fool who often speaks without thinking."
"I can't believe he said that," Baghdassar growls.
"He's frustrated. But it was uncalled for. I can only hope he'll apologize, someday," Aerona says with a sigh.
"Kivessin," Fore sobs. "It's m-my fault."
"Hush now," Aerona coos trying to comfort the elven man. She motions to Baghdassar to gather Fore up. "Take him home," Bagh.