RE: The Search for Santinal
07-19-2012, 03:22 AM
Elliot had no idea what to make of his new companion. She made him uncomfortable, of course, but it wasn't as if she intruded on his personal space more than Slort did. More to the point, she hadn't actually tried to rob him, and she was imposing enough to discourage any other aspiring muggers. Granted, he didn't have any money to lose at this point, but that didn't make the process of not losing the money he didn't have any less painful.
He just hoped she wasn't expecting him to pay for bodyguard services.
"I guess we should start by asking for directions," Elliot said. "Maybe it'll go better this time..."
Before Elliot could finish the sentence, Slort had already grabbed a passerby. He was a rather muscular, dark-skinned man with large grey feathery wings. And he wasn't in a good mood.
"Er, pardon me, sir," Elliot stammered. "I hate to bother you, but could you tell us how to get to the Troll's Head?" He held up a piece of parchment with a crude and incomprehensible outline scrawled on it. "Or you can just mark it on my map here."
The winged man glared at him. He seemed unimpressed by either Elliot's tentacles, or Shashara's imposing form.
"More treasure-hunters looking for Santinal, no doubt" he scoffed. "And what makes you think this Quick Cloudmoon will be interested in your help? You can't even find one simple tavern, how can you possibly hope to find a civilization no one has seen in a thousand years?"
"How rude!" Slort gurgled. "Elliot, let's find someone else to ask. Someone who knows how to be courteous."
She released her grip on the man's wrist, then gave him a slight slap. He smirked, and then grabbed Elliot by the throat.
"Shouldn't have done that, boy," he growled. "I don't have much patience for troublemakers."
He just hoped she wasn't expecting him to pay for bodyguard services.
"I guess we should start by asking for directions," Elliot said. "Maybe it'll go better this time..."
Before Elliot could finish the sentence, Slort had already grabbed a passerby. He was a rather muscular, dark-skinned man with large grey feathery wings. And he wasn't in a good mood.
"Er, pardon me, sir," Elliot stammered. "I hate to bother you, but could you tell us how to get to the Troll's Head?" He held up a piece of parchment with a crude and incomprehensible outline scrawled on it. "Or you can just mark it on my map here."
The winged man glared at him. He seemed unimpressed by either Elliot's tentacles, or Shashara's imposing form.
"More treasure-hunters looking for Santinal, no doubt" he scoffed. "And what makes you think this Quick Cloudmoon will be interested in your help? You can't even find one simple tavern, how can you possibly hope to find a civilization no one has seen in a thousand years?"
"How rude!" Slort gurgled. "Elliot, let's find someone else to ask. Someone who knows how to be courteous."
She released her grip on the man's wrist, then gave him a slight slap. He smirked, and then grabbed Elliot by the throat.
"Shouldn't have done that, boy," he growled. "I don't have much patience for troublemakers."