[i][center]Livia[/center][/i]

All Nartur had to do was crane her neck, and she'd easily get out of Livia's grip on her ear. She was smiling. It felt ominous. [b]"Look at the [i]balls[/i] on this one. Thinking you know anything about how things work out here on the frontier. Kid, do you even realize why people like you haven't already tried to dig their thumbs here?"[/b] With a deft motion, Nartur's hand was wrapped around Livia's face. [b]"That's because the only thing that gets results is [i]action[/i] and [i]ability[/i]. This isn't the place were words and wits are enough. Smarter people than you have tried, and they're hanging dead outside of this town. You can tell everyone whatever you want, but they know the truth; they'll know from the very beginning you're nothing more than a mewling quimm, begging and stealing until you can make the biggest lie in your life,"[/b]

Nartur pushed Livia back harshly, hard enough that she may fall to the ground. [b]"That you'll [i]ever[/i] become anything worthwhile in your life. Now get the hell out of here before you join those thunderheads in the hanging woods."[/b]

[@Rune_Alchemist]

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[i][center]Ethan[/center][/i]

[b]"Uyup. Sharp Club Moonslicer."[/b] Garg said as he patted the glowing blue greatsword on his belt. Garg seemed to be staring at it for a moment before he turned to Ethan. [b]"Uh. She says hello. And, Garg sorry for sneezing you. Um. She says, how you do?"[/b] It seemed like Garg was trying to say something more sophisticated, but alas, he was only able to communicate what little common he understood. As they spoke, Garg's eyes narrowed as he sniffed the air. Suddenly he seems much more serious. [b]"Little human go. Garg smells danger. Bad strong men."[/b] Garg extends his hand protectively towards Ethan as he pulled Moonslicer out. Somehow, seeing the greatsword in the ogre's hand made it look even more massive; even for the ogre this blade seemed almost as brought as his shoulders.

And sure enough, arrows few through the air. With uncanny speed, Garg moved his sword to intercept the arrows. [b]"GO!"[/b] Garg shouted as he charged in the direction he saw the arrows come out of. More arrows, as well as javelins, flew out and struck him. Most however were cut down by Moonslicer. Fortunately for Ethan whoever was attacking seemed to only focus on Garg, leaving the lone courier time to flee. Or perhaps, he could stay and witness this story unfold.

[@Searat]

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[i][center]Jarynth[/center][/i]

Jarynth would walk quite a bit away before he would find a small stream and a decently clear patch of dirt and pebbles where he could lay the pixie down. There were some broad leaves nearby that he could fashion into a makeshift bed for her, a simple task even for him. And should he wait for the pixie to awaken, he would soon be met with a new guest; a small dog. Far smaller than the usual hunting hounds or guard dogs he may be familiar with, this pup seemed to be the sort of thing noble women would carry about for the sake of status and appearance. This dog immediately went to lick the pixie, which stirred her awake. He turn looked to Jarynth, not particularly threateningly, but certainly as if he was prepared for the elf to try something.

Meanwhile the fairy was quickly roused and immediately went to hide behind the dog, peeking out to look at Jarynth. She spoke in her fey tongue, a language that was only vaguely familiar to the elf. He would understand bits and pieces of it anyways. [b]~Who are you? ~Where am I? Are you going to eat me?~[/b] The fairy pulled out a thorn on her dress, a very tiny and makeshift dagger in her hand. [b]~I'll cut you!~[/b]

[@Black Keys]

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[i][center]Darunia[/center][/i]

Darunia's search would yield very little of use. The chest was empty, as the lock was unlocked until he decides to use his room key to lock it. The only spare cloth available were from either his bedding or curtains; the tavern kept this room fairly clean. Even the chamber pot was spotless; seemed that they scoured the thing clean whenever they had to. The only somewhat useful thing Darunia would find is a single wooden floorboard under his bead that was slightly crooked; it would be awkward to pry at it while the bed was over it, but if he moved the bed and perhaps had something to held wedge it out, he could potentially take off a piece of the floorboard. Whether or not he could make anything of it would remain to be seen. While he was under his bed he would also notice a small spiderweb with a few bugs already caught in the trap, but oddly enough no spider.

[@The Large Dumbo]

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[center][i]Shem'et[/i][/center]

At some point Shem'et would awaken, no worse for ware than before. The orc she was with also began to stir, groggy and confused as to what happened. Shem'et would find Jarynth's notes and regents as the orc got to his feet and looked around cautiously. [color=00a651]"Damn pixie. Must've hit us wif a sleep spell. Looks like she got away too. Ere's hoping she don't come back an try nuthin."[/color] The orc would look at Shem'et and notice the herbs that were given to her. [color=00a651]"So yer lookin fer greenwarish too eh? Barthen didn't say nuthin bout fairies in deez damn woods. Figured I'd run into wolves or sumthin, not fey."[/color] The orc sighed and looked back at the single piece of Greenwarish he had on him; it was tattered and crumpled in his belt pouch. [color=00a651]"Sure hope da rest of dis gathering job ain't as pesky. I just want me money and get sumthin ta eat."[/color]

[@ihinka]