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

The large earth Genasi frowned at Rala calling him a fool for thinking he could reason with members of his own clan. It is true that raiders were typically unable to be reasoned with. However with Jørmund having some repute in the northlands, more with his own village, he expected there was a chance he could deter those he might know. Then again it could be Haraldr, and of it was possibility of negotiations would be pointless. Especially if Jørmund was there.

[Color=khaki]"I think you misunderstand my intention Rala. If there are members of my village there there is a possibility of convincing them to go else where more easily. In the case that none are part of this raid dealing with them becomes simpler though not easy. If they are worth their salt we won't know when they strike until they are in Zephyr. They may have a small diversion to draw out defenders. Or possibly wait until the warriors of the village leave on other pretenses. Either way when they strike it will be sudden and quick."[/color] Jørmund paused long enough to go to the bar and grab a flagon of the whiskey that was in the camp. He came back with a few pewter cups and pour each of the present party a good amount of the amber colored liquid.

[Color=khaki]"So as we are now going to aide another village I suggest we drink and enjoy the night as tomorrow we travel."[/color] The Genasi cleric puts the flagon to his lips and takes three big gulps, some spilling from around his face. He sets the flagon on the table and bellows for food to be brought to the table.


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I would say at this point Jørmund is throughly drunk.
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