vietmyke
Yang @Restalaan; Phillipe @PaulHaynek
Yang protecting the smaller waifish 'girl' that Ozzy assumed. He kept his mouth shut when the man proved to be just a defender of the town. Or proved was a strong word, more like, very welcoming and trusting. In fact, too trusting for what should have been a battle zone. They could have been spies, thieves, assassins, but overt terror tactics, brute force, terror tactics appeared to be the Varajans weapons of conquest. Yang seemed to be going along with it but Ozzy was observing, watching for inconsistencies, listening for information that might have been contradictory. He was taking everything in, eyes, ears, smells. Yang said they were travelers and this got Ozzy to developing a plan to back it up.
The bar, the mugs of ale, the reinforcements and the vote of confidence by Yang. He figured out a story for them, they weren't the guild member, and they were to help this poor town.
"I'm proud we came. The Sonarrans are brave to fight back against this." His voice was soft, feminine. He could easily be considered to be a girl with his already softish features. He took the mug and whetted his lips, cautious of poison and watching Felipe's reaction. "Its the same story I've seen often. The Varjo's expansion brought this kind of horror to dozens of villages. Including my own." She looked up at him, dead eyes to show her convictions. Thank goodness he studied towns throughout the region when he first decided to head in this country's direction. "So, helping you reclaim what is yours is not entirely out of the kindness of my heart. You winning means they lose." The amount of venom in her voice was completely uncharacteristic of Ozzy.
"Please if you have information do share." she leaned forward, hands folded. "And we can offer you a few things to assure your success. Namely, Sonarra is not alone in this."
