[Center][h2][color=khaki]Jørmund[/color][/h2][/center]

[Color=khaki]"Such deals always seem great at first. In the end are you not still just a dancing puppet whose strings are pulled by greed no? Who do you think gathered the cultists and provoked them to attack travelers? How long before you are killed for the hag so she can collect and sell your soul? You got the work we didn't want part of, and I'm pretty sure we were not the first nor will you be the last."[/color] As the earth genasi finished his statement, he grabbed his mug and quaffed the beverage. He realized that the others had their attention drawn to the child who was approaching. The glimpse he saw of the blade and armor was enough for Jørmund. The scimitar was finely crafted, far more than what a child would be trusted to carry or posses. There was something about it that seemed supernatural, the armor, javelins, and shield had the same hint in it. The coin embedded in the cross guard caught his attention. He couldn't make out the design but some pieces started to fall into place.

[Color=khaki]"This should be amusing. Mind you all that it appears this child has dealings with something not of this plane. Do with that what you will."[/color] Jørmund gestured to the scimitar and the coin embedded in it.