RE: Wizard Detective
03-25-2017, 07:02 AM
(This post was last modified: 03-26-2017, 01:14 AM by BreadProduct.)
Those Dwarves could use the help and it's not like she can't say no if they offer her to join them right? No one in particular holds onto one of Morgan's shaking hands. "Get it together North they are just like you, nothing to be nervous about." She stands up suddenly the bench behind her toppling over in the spontaneity.
In her best dwarven dialect she can muster. "Scuse me! You looking fer tha Temple of Archuu Bleshuu aye?" The dwarves turn around to find the source of the voice only to find a burnt red headed lass with a white rodent tied to her arm. One of the dwarves, taller than the rest by a few inches, with a great hammer on his back that looks like it's seen it's use several times over speaks up. "Was that you lass?" Morgan leans down to reset the knocked over bench to it's more functional sitting angle. "Aye!" The dwarves are approaching, Morgan swallows down ever ounce of nerves she has. No turning back now.
One by one dwarves corral underneath the hay cabana not waiting for an invitation to sit on the bench facing Morgan. The dwarf with the top hat unfurls a map onto the table. The map itself looks strikingly old now that is can be seen up close. Out of date too. But it's definitely the region. Morgan takes a mental note where Riverside would be if this map was more modern.
"Allow us te introduce ourselves." Says one of the dwarves. Another interrupts. "We are of the Gravel Forge clan, That one with the beads in 'is beard is Grimli." Grimli interrupts, "Nice to meet yeh. You dwarven is very good but when you said, You looking fer tha Temple. What you shoulda said was, are you lookin' fer tha Temple. Is a slight difference in dwarven grammar but one be more politically correct!" Morgan tries to respond when the top hat Dwarf speaks up. "Tha Tin Can over there with tha great hammar is Gorrin." Gorrin interjects. "Nice to meet'yeh, tha one with tha silly hat is Guttri." The final dwarf adorn with barnacles on his armor, shortest by far by a few inches finishes introductions by simply saying "I'm Logan."
Once Morgan is sure that the dwarves are done talking she proceeds. "Hi, I'm Morgan North. I'm opening a private detective agency in the area." Logan immediately responds with a brief "Hello." Followed by a brief silence. Not the reaction she was hoping for but no matter. "So I can see where tha problem be." The dwarves stare at the map intently, she continues. "Tha map be older than tha Temple's discovery!" A dwarven chorus of "Oooooh, yeah that makes sense." Fills the cabana. Morgan points at a section of a river. "You are here." Her finger trails off leading a path. "And tha Temple of Archuu Bleshuu is over here to tha west." Morgan's finger rests atop a blob with little poorly drawn trees scattered across it's landscape in the center reads. "Allogy Woods."
Guttri hastly rolls up the map and yells out "Time to go!" And the rest follow aside from Grimli who drops five gold coins on the table. "Fer yer troubles." And runs off. The last thing that can be heard is Grimli being scolded. "What you doin giving gold teh npcs!" Grimli meeks out "It builds rapport!"
In her best dwarven dialect she can muster. "Scuse me! You looking fer tha Temple of Archuu Bleshuu aye?" The dwarves turn around to find the source of the voice only to find a burnt red headed lass with a white rodent tied to her arm. One of the dwarves, taller than the rest by a few inches, with a great hammer on his back that looks like it's seen it's use several times over speaks up. "Was that you lass?" Morgan leans down to reset the knocked over bench to it's more functional sitting angle. "Aye!" The dwarves are approaching, Morgan swallows down ever ounce of nerves she has. No turning back now.
One by one dwarves corral underneath the hay cabana not waiting for an invitation to sit on the bench facing Morgan. The dwarf with the top hat unfurls a map onto the table. The map itself looks strikingly old now that is can be seen up close. Out of date too. But it's definitely the region. Morgan takes a mental note where Riverside would be if this map was more modern.
"Allow us te introduce ourselves." Says one of the dwarves. Another interrupts. "We are of the Gravel Forge clan, That one with the beads in 'is beard is Grimli." Grimli interrupts, "Nice to meet yeh. You dwarven is very good but when you said, You looking fer tha Temple. What you shoulda said was, are you lookin' fer tha Temple. Is a slight difference in dwarven grammar but one be more politically correct!" Morgan tries to respond when the top hat Dwarf speaks up. "Tha Tin Can over there with tha great hammar is Gorrin." Gorrin interjects. "Nice to meet'yeh, tha one with tha silly hat is Guttri." The final dwarf adorn with barnacles on his armor, shortest by far by a few inches finishes introductions by simply saying "I'm Logan."
Once Morgan is sure that the dwarves are done talking she proceeds. "Hi, I'm Morgan North. I'm opening a private detective agency in the area." Logan immediately responds with a brief "Hello." Followed by a brief silence. Not the reaction she was hoping for but no matter. "So I can see where tha problem be." The dwarves stare at the map intently, she continues. "Tha map be older than tha Temple's discovery!" A dwarven chorus of "Oooooh, yeah that makes sense." Fills the cabana. Morgan points at a section of a river. "You are here." Her finger trails off leading a path. "And tha Temple of Archuu Bleshuu is over here to tha west." Morgan's finger rests atop a blob with little poorly drawn trees scattered across it's landscape in the center reads. "Allogy Woods."
Guttri hastly rolls up the map and yells out "Time to go!" And the rest follow aside from Grimli who drops five gold coins on the table. "Fer yer troubles." And runs off. The last thing that can be heard is Grimli being scolded. "What you doin giving gold teh npcs!" Grimli meeks out "It builds rapport!"