RE: Wings of Fury 2
07-02-2021, 02:03 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-02-2021, 03:37 PM by TohruFhana.)
As conversations continue around their table, Grokzurl starts to feel somewhat anxious. All this talk of Songs and exploits from the past, it seems as though he might not have much to offer to many of these conversations. It isn't like him to keep his mouth shut, but without any stories of grand adventure of his own to share it feels almost like a waste of the others' time to interrupt. It's frustrating, but then again that is why he's here. After their excursion with Sir Henri, Grok imagines he'll have plenty of tall tales to pass around an inn or two.
In the mean time, he turns his attention back to Rozenn's note. He's a bit surprised by what he reads; not her occasional shoulder-rubbing with the nobility, rather the fact that she'd so quickly offered to lend a hand at lending a hand.
"Thanks kind of you to offer :)," Grok writes, allowing himself to scrawl a little smiling face the same way Rozenn has (minus the tusks). "Though to be honest, I can't say the lodgings would be great...I've been moving all over since I was a child, so I'm used to improvising shelter. Don't have too much in the way of coin either, so tonight will probably be the last night I stay in an inn for a while. Probably not the sort of arrangement you'd be used to from working with the Chunadier bluebloods. Still, I'm sure the villagers would be more than happy to have the extra help on hand once the threat is dealt with."
After passing back his note, Grokzurl overhears the conversation between Avag and Caulind. Avag certainly seems to have plenty of adventures under his belt, and Caulind seems to be no stranger to danger either. The creeping anxiety grinds against his mind once more, but this time Grok swallows his reservations. He'll never get anywhere if he can't communicate with his group mates. He waits for a break in their chat before introducing himself.
"The two of you certainly seem to be seasoned adventurers!" he comments, the adoration evident in his voice. "I couldn't help overhearing you two; your exploits sound so interesting! I haven't been travelling alone for too long, but I'm sure I could learn plenty from you, if you've got more tales you'd like to share!" He holds out a hand, first to Avag. "Grokzurl is my name, but friends just call me Grok. So, what do you say? Care for a few drinks in exchange for a story or two?"
In the mean time, he turns his attention back to Rozenn's note. He's a bit surprised by what he reads; not her occasional shoulder-rubbing with the nobility, rather the fact that she'd so quickly offered to lend a hand at lending a hand.
"Thanks kind of you to offer :)," Grok writes, allowing himself to scrawl a little smiling face the same way Rozenn has (minus the tusks). "Though to be honest, I can't say the lodgings would be great...I've been moving all over since I was a child, so I'm used to improvising shelter. Don't have too much in the way of coin either, so tonight will probably be the last night I stay in an inn for a while. Probably not the sort of arrangement you'd be used to from working with the Chunadier bluebloods. Still, I'm sure the villagers would be more than happy to have the extra help on hand once the threat is dealt with."
After passing back his note, Grokzurl overhears the conversation between Avag and Caulind. Avag certainly seems to have plenty of adventures under his belt, and Caulind seems to be no stranger to danger either. The creeping anxiety grinds against his mind once more, but this time Grok swallows his reservations. He'll never get anywhere if he can't communicate with his group mates. He waits for a break in their chat before introducing himself.
"The two of you certainly seem to be seasoned adventurers!" he comments, the adoration evident in his voice. "I couldn't help overhearing you two; your exploits sound so interesting! I haven't been travelling alone for too long, but I'm sure I could learn plenty from you, if you've got more tales you'd like to share!" He holds out a hand, first to Avag. "Grokzurl is my name, but friends just call me Grok. So, what do you say? Care for a few drinks in exchange for a story or two?"