The Rookie wrote:Phaing wrote: "Sorry, sir. What I meant is luck plays a vital role in everyone's lives. Healing is honestly no different."
"What I mean is that
our luck has been rather poor of late. I am sorry miss, but I fear that now that you are with us, your's may suffer as well." He exchanges a significant look with Rita.
Instead of arguing, she holds her poise and nods.
"I won't insist on her staying,
or leaving." She gives him a sad smile, and Raimius concedes the point, as he did with Sylvi earlier when she told him why she had revealed so much about herself. As for Rita, she does seem sad about something or other, and whatever it is it goes deep. Any time Sylvi asks her about it, or anything detailed about herself, she changes the subject. Rita is rather good at that, she has a talent for smooth-talking that should be beyond her years... and not just for Humans.
But if you really press it...
"If you find out too much , you may lose your freedom to come and go as you please."
The Rookie wrote:Phaing wrote:"I hope they have an Inn, or something!"
"
I'd say. I'm starving." the wolf said in agreeance, placing both her hands on her stomach for added affect.
Pyotr nods with enthusiasm, and then points to a tiny caravan approaching from the other side of town, along the NorthEast road.
"if that is who I think it is, Raimius is going to have to change his mind about our luck!" Rita whispers with a triumphant smile.
The village is almost entirely along the north-south road and isn't much to look at. There is a large house at the intersection that looks as if it might be an Inn, or just a place where there should be some extra rooms available.
Rita covers your hand with her little one. "Thank you for the wonderful company! Its been days since I had anyone female to talk to." And then she bounces out of the wagon into the frightfully muddy street. "Come Pyotr, lets see if these people appreciate some good Silver."
They dash around Raimius, who has reigned in next to the wagon and is looking at the wounded man. He was about to ask you something , but at that moment the little caravan rounds the corner. It is just one wagon, one two-wheeled cart and a carriage similar to your own but fully enclosed. There are half a dozen men in the group, and something about their simple attire and the way they hold themselves suggests a religious order... even if they seem to be more of the work-a-day sort than most priests do.
They approach from in front of you, and to the annoyance of Raimius they come around to the opposite side of the carriage from where he is ... to the side where you are sitting. Raimius kicks his horse and intercepts them just as the lead cart comes abreast of where you are sitting.
They barely look at you, it is the wounded man that has their attention... but they look disappointed when they see his face. The man closest to you is a little chubby, and his hair looks as if it was cut with a Gardener's sheers. He looks sad, and frightened also.
"So, its true then, the-"
Raimius snaps his fingers in the man's face to interrupt him, and nods towards you.
"... Oh." This monkish-looking fellow nods at the Inn. "Her father, he
is dead, then?"
Raimius nods coldly.
"Was it... accidental?"
"No."
"The Keidran?"
"No."
Raimius was saying his '
no's in a perfectly deadpan way, but the Monk's reaction is memorable. You may have heard rough men refer to something called "the pucker factor". Right now, the Monk does not just look frightened, its as if he just realized that he has half a lemon in his mouth... and no idea where to spit.
And then he looks at you, giving you some thought for the first time. "Who...?"
Raimius gives you an apologetic smile. "Brother Abner, this is Sylvi. Your people and she have much in common, you being healers and all. She found this man... we still have no idea who he is, her included. She found him-" He shakes his head, and backs his horse up a step. "As for the rest, you can ask her yourself, her Common Tongue is very good."