Makonai eyes the slender elven sorceress with blatant skepticism. "What is this ring? Where did it come from?" he inquired upon the woman. Her apparent distaste for him amused him. 'This should be interesting indeed' he thinks with a small chuckle to himself.
ooc: I'm sorry I thought it was closer to night and we were in the Inn. I did not realize we were all out in front of the Inn. Or are we? This is a tad confusing to me.
Oliron walks up to the party. "Yeah, 2000 gold for a magical ring, wow that is a lot." I could probably afford some really good armor with my share. Oliron feels a bit worried that the ring could be useful. "Is it possible we could try and haggle with the buyer and get more for it."
Oliron wishes he could say keep it and let Lionel have it but weighing the better equipment for everyone, and an unknown magical ring, he thinks selling it would be better.
"I have given it thought and vote we go North and help the farmers." Not taking care of these orcs means they will grow in numbers. With no farmer's to supply food, this town will starve and people will leave the orcs to grow even stronger.
Oliron brows furrow, "I strongly feel we must go to the farmers aid."
Oliron looks at the new members passingly, simply nodding to them. Not one to judge, himself not being much of a social person in that way. He leaves it to the others.
The stocky man looked bored. Or tired. Either one. 'Who is this man?' Mako thought to himself. 'Apparently, there's an orc problem.' He pondered. Makonai drew back his hood slowly revealing greasy black hair concealing the hideous scar over the entire left side of his face. The entire group stopped talking mid-sentence to gaze at the horrible transfiguration. He had there rapt attention now.
He cleared his throat and said in a stern, yet calm voice. " I vote that we separate into two smaller parties. One, to help the pitiful farmers, and one to exterminate the orc-fiends." Then replaced the hood over his ghastly features. "I shall lead the orc extermintion group. I vote this man-" he points a bone thin finger at Oliron "to lead the other group. This is the most logical solution I can think of. All in favor of separation?" Makonai rose his hand and gazed with those empty yellow eyes around the congregation.
Inwardly embarrassed, Makonai hangs his head, although he does agree with the brutish half orc. ' Who am I to play hero any way?' he thinks to himself with a wicked grin. He says nothing but thinks, 'this man...could he be a kindred spirit? can I trust him?'
Makonai remains silent.
Sliding up quietly beside Makonai, "I noted the looks cross your face several times now, but your spirit at rest. Do not let Namdar's look take away from his true heart. A braver or wiser leader I do not think we could find nor more loyal. But I do not think I would hanker to be the one who crosses him."
He advises after Namdar that he is looking for the local refuse for unwanted children and if non exists he desires to speak to the farmer of this.
OOC Sorry all whisked off to a training course in the boon docks to I am in follow mode and will be back next week. Hang in there and I think we do need to fix that fence to build some reputation with the peoples here. A refuse in the woods is good for healing and a home base. Splitting into scouting parties is good but I think having 4 to look out while the rest fix the fence is better.
I will buy a two handed sword in town as well. So the short sword I had will be sold and the gold added to the pot.
Oliron returning from shopping ; In dirty breastplate and a one horned helm, rides proudly. Sitting in a cart being led by two donkeys he pulls up to the group.
"We can go out in one force and still have the fence fixed." "I will have the fence fixed by town labor."
ooc: Oliron will spend 45gp on laborers to repair the farmers fence. : Hireling, untrained - 1 sp per day, Messenger - 2 cp per mile, Road or gate toll - 1 cp ; is the rate stats. In equipment for hiring some workers to fix the fence for us.
"Have we decided on were we are going yet?"
Oliron grimaces, hoping the outcome to sway his way. Not wanting to leave the farmers to fend for themselves and possibly be killed.
Edited: Oliron on 24th Jan, 2010 - 2:41pm
Laughing heartily "Oliron you once again remind how simple answers are the best and how I tend to over analyze any situation! You good sir are brilliant!"