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Rowdybull
Guest
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"So now you tell me why an old man like yourself has joined when you should be resting your feet by a fire and sipping on soft food." Oh! That boy had his own worth in salt, Kollskeg chuckled inwardly. Maybe this boy is not so green after all. He smiled with yellowed teeth as he felt the presence of another person, another young boy. His attention turned away from Tristan for only a quick moment before giving the boy a cold nod after they were intruded upon.
"And while you're at it, what are we going to do with the ginger arse?"
Thats right, the arch alchemist, the grand magic user of this group. And as if the All Father played a cruel joke on the three of them
"Drownin' in the wet, eh, ge'tlemen?" The accent of the familiar man announced, plodding up to them on his horse
"S'pose ye could use a good rinse! Ha ha! So. 'Aven't seen the lass yet, 'ave we?" Thats right the woman's place was being taken by the new boy.
"Well if it isn't pissing from the sky its coming from his mouth." Kollskeg grumbled to himself before clearing his throat and piping up over the now soaking drizzle.
"She seems to have better things to do, this new boy is covering for her, never got a name but I'm sure we'll find out soon." He pointed his thumb to his side towards the new member of their merry band.
"And if that is everyone, may we move this along? Us common folk hate having mud in our toes, my thane." He chuckled, patting Higela on the neck, she was a sturdy mule, but in no shape to carry all of the gear and a rider.
"So far this is our only pack animal, if anyone has any gear that is not suited for the long haul, Higela can take it."
"And while you're at it, what are we going to do with the ginger arse?"
Thats right, the arch alchemist, the grand magic user of this group. And as if the All Father played a cruel joke on the three of them
"Drownin' in the wet, eh, ge'tlemen?" The accent of the familiar man announced, plodding up to them on his horse
"S'pose ye could use a good rinse! Ha ha! So. 'Aven't seen the lass yet, 'ave we?" Thats right the woman's place was being taken by the new boy.
"Well if it isn't pissing from the sky its coming from his mouth." Kollskeg grumbled to himself before clearing his throat and piping up over the now soaking drizzle.
"She seems to have better things to do, this new boy is covering for her, never got a name but I'm sure we'll find out soon." He pointed his thumb to his side towards the new member of their merry band.
"And if that is everyone, may we move this along? Us common folk hate having mud in our toes, my thane." He chuckled, patting Higela on the neck, she was a sturdy mule, but in no shape to carry all of the gear and a rider.
"So far this is our only pack animal, if anyone has any gear that is not suited for the long haul, Higela can take it."