RE: Black Zenith [Adventure RPG / Chapter Three: Forgotten Whispers]
05-16-2013, 10:57 PM
Bohw gives the man the appropriate scowl, he fully knows well that Mayor can't actually talk. She leans backwards and looks up into the foliage above, groaning in anger, as if her displeasure with the situation wasn't obvious enough. Still looking upwards, she waves a hand dismissively at Shanterel, finally deciding on what she is going to eat.
"You know what, fine, if you're cooking for them, get me some dry, stale meat, in a bowl of salt, an ancient Half-Imp tradition! Cause why the hell not?!"
Mayor looks at the collection of items, not entirely sure what he would want, he then checks how much gold they are actually carrying and notices that he can barely afford anything. Mayor looks down at his sash which he definitely still has, Mayor turns to Shanterel and tries to get his attention, he points at the sash, then at his backpack and makes a hammering motion with his hands, as if he was working at an anvil. He then points to his sash again and flexes, then putting down a old, worn and ugly bow and a meager gold pouch in front as some kind of offer.
"You know what, fine, if you're cooking for them, get me some dry, stale meat, in a bowl of salt, an ancient Half-Imp tradition! Cause why the hell not?!"
Mayor looks at the collection of items, not entirely sure what he would want, he then checks how much gold they are actually carrying and notices that he can barely afford anything. Mayor looks down at his sash which he definitely still has, Mayor turns to Shanterel and tries to get his attention, he points at the sash, then at his backpack and makes a hammering motion with his hands, as if he was working at an anvil. He then points to his sash again and flexes, then putting down a old, worn and ugly bow and a meager gold pouch in front as some kind of offer.