Gilan Thursday February 12th, 2004 6:11:10 PM
Gilan motions to an empty chair that Sterlin can sit in. "Sit Sterlin...you look about done in." Soon he has a nice big amount of food fixed up and lays it out on his table with some bowls and more bread. "You may want to get a little of this too Sterlin...you will need your strength." He smiles at him and then turns back to cleaning his other dishes.
With Tishe''s comment he just smiles and nods. Then he turns as he is drying a pan. "Not a problem really." He then glances to Trellus and shakes his head. "Do not worry about taking off too soon...have a little bit and lets talk of our next bit of plans." He nods to Mac and sighs. "It is exactly that Mac...he has no great love for any of us. It was another little way of getting back at us...or so he thinks." He cannot help but laugh as Galafar has just given the Bloodpack a couple great recruits.
Soon he settles into his own comfy chair and slowly eats some of the food he cooked. "What would everyone like to do next...see the dwarves, see about the Barons or check out the mountains?" He shrugs his own shoulders as he snuggles down into his chair. "All of them have some appeal to me...maybe we should wait for Flea...though thoughts would not hurt." He looks to the newcomers and his eyes sparkle. "At any rate we should let Mac and Tishe' in on what we have gotten as suggestions to explore next from Malafret."
[Going to say that Malafret gave us the different directions we could go for game purposes. I am not sure if we every made an actual decision.]
Jake Thursday February 12th, 2004 7:55:05 PM
Jake snorts. "Great...Whenever Grymash learns of something new or better, he always decks himself out in it completely. One time I had him convinced that if he doused his muscles in piggie plop, it would strengthen them after exercises..." Jake grins, stopping his story, realizing the amusing and embarassing story might make a bit of an impact on the new guys.
Flea d20+6=21 Thursday February 12th, 2004 11:16:12 PM
Stepping back from the door, Flea acknowledges Mac, "these still haven't been properly identified. If I learn anything about them that leads me to believe they would fit you properly, I'll bring them back!"
After pinching a sausage from Gilan's plate (Sleight of Hand=21) the rogue makes a hasty exit, smiling at Sterlin as she passes him by the door. She is growing used to the druid's mysterious comings and goings.
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