spanningtree wrote:Taranna - Elf
Well met Surna, I think we will take you up on your invitation. There are a couple more of our band behind, let me bring them forward. Taranna will wave he hand to let the others know it appears to be safe for the moment and to come forward.
OC: The old hitchhiking trick, which I've never done. Pretty woman stands on the side of the road. When someone stops, all her ugly guy friends tumble out of the woods to hitch a ride, too.
Your chat continues as you close to within speaking distance, rather than shouting distance.
We're carrying grain, dried fruits and fine cloth to Slagovich, Surna says in reply to Zelaz.
A city of splendor, wonder, and one hell of a good time.
One of the guard smirks.
I'll say. Anything you can think of, you can get it there. The guard next to him chimes in.
And he means anything. They both start laughing. The tough guy in chain mail nudges his horse over to them, then, with alarming speed and precision, gives them both a hard smack across the face.
That will be all, sergeants, he commands.
Move along. They ride back to the main caravan, glancing behind them with fear and rage in their eyes.
Surna gestures towards the man.
This is Ahmed Khel, captain of the guard. He keeps order at all costs. Isn't that right, Ahmed?
Khel nods curtly.
You got anyone else hiding up there? he asks, nodding toward the rise you just came over.
Surna raises a hand.
It'll be fine, Ahmed. He turns his attention to Aristide.
We've been fortunate to see nothing of the war, and we hope to keep it that way.
Actions?