Cyne & NorLocation:
Graveyard & Crossed Swords TavernInteracting with:
Ntaj, Satilla & Mostly Thomas
Cyne took a long, hard look at Ntaj before responding to a word he'd said. Her expression could be read as concern, disbelief or even a soft contempt, but in reality she had merely zoned out for a bit. Non-stop travel and constantly fighting/worrying about fighting did a number on one's mental stamina."I've got some things I'd like to pick up, but I'd rather eat and sleep somewhere not soaked through. Shopping can happen tomorrow."
Sure she was perfectly comfortable sleeping out in the wilderness, but nobody shy of an amphibian wanted to make their bed in the wet muck. And normally she foraged for supplies she needed, which is what a druid was "supposed" to do, but turning down a chance to use what was available to her would be needlessly adherent to the ideal to the point of foolishness.
When she arrived back at the tavern she found a lot fewer people than she'd expected. She approached Satilla and asked her where everyone else was.
Nor for one watched all the drama unfold passively. He wanted to get more information about Cremwise, but he didn't really have the opportunity to continue investigating the subject. Furthermore, he wasn't part of the group, and as far as he was concerned, the moon-haired lass was completely in the right. He had gotten to learn a significant amount of information both about the group and the situation they'd found themselves in within the span of what? A couple hours at most? He was a humble tradesman looking to turn a profit, but if he were some malignant entity who sought to do these people, he had little doubt that he would have been able to get even more pertinent information had he so desired. But without everyone else there, all the remaining food was left to him. And the mage-types too, he guessed.
Speaking of which, the boy from earlier seemed like he could use a sage bit of advice. He was the type of fool who'd step on a bear trap and not know why he couldn't move. If Nor was to get any closer to the group, he'd have to earn their trust and the lad would probably be a good place to start. Furthermore, reducing the chances of them all dying due to carelessness was an additional benefit."C'mere lad. Take a seat and grab some steak. I think I've got some advice that could help ye out."
The dwarf patted the empty seat to his right. Hopefully the kid would take the offer.