With a worried look and then a face of anger and nervousness at being called "not very smart" Beast makes a fist and pounds it against his chest. He says, "I'm wise only with what I know and I don't know much". He then goes to the front of the pary to not make him like the focus.
Lionel face palms frustrated that he messed up something so simple, he never meant offense, yet here he goes and offends Beast. "I"m sorry, my friend I meant no offense", Lionel says half to himself, half to whoever.
Namdar nods, mostly satisfied with the answers, and leads the group forward. "Good Krusten, we shall best any threat which faces us, with the capabilities of our group, not bleat for deliverance, do not fear, fair maiden. Oliron, glad you and Jonas are on board at least. Beast, my good man, wizards...er...sorcerers...have a strange sense of manners and speech, I would not take what was said too much to heart.
Friend Lionel... Perhaps let us play a game, a very popular traditional family game in my homeland, enjoyed by parents and children for generations - it is called the quiet game. Pretend I am your Sultan.. Eh... Let's see... Baron maybe... who orders you, a loyal monk bound by an oath of silence, to join in a royal journey, after which the Baron richly rewards his mute subject for his assistance." Namdar smirks to himself about his clever barb.
Lionel gives Namdar a withered look, but keeps quit like he is ask, though he is annoyed how he is asked.
"Perhaps we should all travel in silence from here on."
Oliron looks at Namdar with one eye brow raised. Wondering to himself how far his new leader will exert his authority. Seeing that lines are being drawn within the party Oliron steps back a bit towards Lionel, standing beside him.
"We should probably be off as soon as possible." The sooner we find a common enemy the better.
Oliron gives Lionel a knowing glance then looks to Namdar innocently as if asking Namdar to trust him.
"As we are going into forested hills and such I think we should look for a small hill with trees or thick underbrush on the top to hide us, and little or no foliage below." So as to capitalize on cover and them having none. Also, we should not light a fire, something should be done to cover our tracks as well. Possibly walking threw a stream or just at the side of a river for a while.
Oliron seems overly calm, almost cold. He looks towards the party then specifically at Namdar.
"I cannot wait until we meet these orcs." My mouth is watering at the thought of combat with them.
Oliron then looks concerned.
"I'm sorry you must face your own kin on these terms Namdar." I cannot imagine the pain you must have endured as a half-breed child. You must be very strong willed to be with us now. I trust your judgment in this over mine.
Oliron bows slightly. Then looks to the party again. Then to Lionel, he whispers out of earshot from the rest of the party.
"You must watch what you say, think before you speak please." You do not like others making seemingly simple mistakes on your vocation. So how do you think it feels to have someone comment negatively on your attitude or intelligence.
Oliron looks at Lionel inquisitively, "Are you trying to alienate yourself from our party?" Focus on the task at hand rather than judge others, please your grace. You are no longer in your familiar enviroment, you are with a band of hard lived people. Who are facing possibly death. There is no time for this, we must be as one. Dissent among us will shurely lead to our deaths.
Beast is determined to hit something this time. He twirls his weapon and practises various holds to like improve his accuracy. He moves with the party looking all around for danger.
* Krusten pertrudes her lips a bit and then in a prideful way replies to Namdar *
Have it you're way.
* She looks at Beast and although she makes a gesture as though to pat him on the back she doesn't touch him but says softly *
You're day will come, don't be angry or afraid.
* She follows the group *
Namdar nods as the party passes a copse of trees, and speaks back over his shoulder as he walks.
"Oliron, you have good ideas all around, from first to his last, and perhaps I also spoke a bit harshly to Lionel, I know a great many grave matters weigh heavily on his mind, and it is a rare and perhaps unbalanced man, who occasionally shows not the missteps of our flawed mortality, no outward signs of the storm of uncertainty, fear, hope and determination which rages inside us all.
But to the matter of the orcs, how truly, can one understand how another from a different race entirely, feels, when hunting down their own fellows? Were you asked by the King of the Dwarves, for example, or sent, to take the heads of threatening human bandits or enemy army, how would you feel? A certain sadness, a certain reluctance to not only take the lives of a fellow being, but a fellow being of one's own race, and to fulfill such a barbarous and atrocious criteria of bringing back their heads, for proof, for the promise of mere money? To one of stout mind and heart, it should be unconscionable.
But then too, the enemy is ruthless and dangerous, a threat to peace and order and freedom, an invader and a conqueror, who gives no quarter to any of us, neither the women nor children - what kindness do we owe that kind of monster? None, I say - they are as rabid bears, best put down without question or need for proof of intent, as a human mentor of mine, tolerant of my heritage, once explained to me, as I learned a few skills of the wilderness from him over the years."
Having opened up despite himself, and said far more than he intended, the leader returns his attention to the woods ahead, and lets the rest of the party's voices and sounds fade from his consciousness, alert only for trouble ahead.