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Boss Frost
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The guard known as Ockham nods, "Yes - we'll be happy to include you. Having only seven standing members of the militia... well..." He turns away for a moment, scratching his head. Renard picked up the slack, nodding, "It'll be tough. I think having you there - both as an adventurer and a powerful ally of nature - will improve our chances of surviving the night... might do some help for morale, too."
Rancher smiles quietly with a nod, not looking to anyone in particular - still very blind.
Salyssa tugged on Rancher's sleeve, before whispering in his ear. Rancher nods, "Ah... yeah, that's a pretty good idea." He looks over at the group that still remained, "There is a place you can stay while you are here. One of the militia - a bachelor - left his house when he fell in the same attack that slew my father and blinded me. You are free to stay there - and free to tell your friends you can stay there when they return from their meeting... it will definitely be a mess, but having a base of operations might do you some good."
"Your hositally... hispit... hos-pit-all-it-y," Cobalt stutters, before sounding out the word slowly with a look of determination, "Is... refreshing. I believe I will be joining my companions in that place... if only to clean it up, likely... Are we excused?" He inquires.
Rancher nods, "Yes - you may do as you like, as long as it is not counterproductive to our survival."
"You're wise for adding that part in there, I think." Cobalt jokes, before turning, slithering through the corridor. He takes a moment to look at the others gathered... it is a very blank look... before smiling and continuing his slow slither away.
(As a Note: I'm going to try to stall the action, maybe get some more character interaction going in an effort to wait for the dice roller - or to locate a new one that can be proof'd.)
Rancher smiles quietly with a nod, not looking to anyone in particular - still very blind.
Salyssa tugged on Rancher's sleeve, before whispering in his ear. Rancher nods, "Ah... yeah, that's a pretty good idea." He looks over at the group that still remained, "There is a place you can stay while you are here. One of the militia - a bachelor - left his house when he fell in the same attack that slew my father and blinded me. You are free to stay there - and free to tell your friends you can stay there when they return from their meeting... it will definitely be a mess, but having a base of operations might do you some good."
"Your hositally... hispit... hos-pit-all-it-y," Cobalt stutters, before sounding out the word slowly with a look of determination, "Is... refreshing. I believe I will be joining my companions in that place... if only to clean it up, likely... Are we excused?" He inquires.
Rancher nods, "Yes - you may do as you like, as long as it is not counterproductive to our survival."
"You're wise for adding that part in there, I think." Cobalt jokes, before turning, slithering through the corridor. He takes a moment to look at the others gathered... it is a very blank look... before smiling and continuing his slow slither away.
(As a Note: I'm going to try to stall the action, maybe get some more character interaction going in an effort to wait for the dice roller - or to locate a new one that can be proof'd.)