Paprika lets her gaze linger on Drakor for a moment as she tries to decide if she’s satisfied.
…After a moment, she turns to Wanderer, and returns to that previous slightly-uncomfortable formality. “Would you require any assistance in your task? I can provide quite a bit of help.”
Wanderer is studying the expressions of this new person.
Clearly, this Rika has a strange air to her. That much is apparent, but the nature of that strange air is unclear.
He finds himself thinking of that last vision on repeat, the one referencing Erastil and ‘some’ action that was taken by the father.
Is this what Kaver had to consider when he was making his decisions?
“Usually people want to join something for a reason. That reason is unclear, in your case.”
He crouches, looking off into the distance.
She is like him just up and asking to join Kaver on a whim. He lets the winds of intuition carry him.
“Why?”
“I’m curious.” Paprika pauses as if she intends to leave it at that. She briefly glances at the fabrics she’s holding, then in a direction over her shoulder, further into town.
“Not much happens here,” she adds.
“You want me on your side. I speak six languages.”
<Really?> Drakor asked in Orcish.
He snorts.
“Sure.”
He stands up and looks at you.
“We’re looking into Baron Dalin, trying to figure out the ‘dark secret’ he’s supposedly hiding. We’re headed to Hazel Ford first to get some insight into a hunch I have regarding the south.”
He gives a slight smile before switching his tone to a more serious one.
“You can do more than speak multiple languages. I won’t pry further, but I imagine that we will encounter situations that will call for the use of those…abilities.”
“<Fuck off>,” Paprika replied in Kelish.
Drakor shrugged, happily not understanding a word.
(Paprika reveals her true power: white girl who speaks fantasy Arabic)
(We need more social people in our party)
(We have wanderer and uh)
(Yeah we have no other faces)
(If I had more time lionel would face)
(Well, he’d face until Arete asks me to roll anything Charisma based)
(We’ll have canary handle those, we just need her to stop hiding in social situations)
(Sisyphean task)
“Well, that kind of investigation does seem like my specialty.” Paprika pretended she didn’t hear that last comment, though she evidently twitched a bit. Sore subject, it seems.
(Uhh knowledge (local) check to see if she can flex anything re: Dalin?)
@discobot roll 1d20
15
(I’m not sure I’d call Rika the greatest face in the world given her tendencies, but, y’know, Wanderer balances her out)
(She is wearing a fancy outfit which helps)
Baron Dalin rules the lands to the east of here. Most people in Talloak don’t care especially much about some baron who isn’t even their baron and hasn’t (so far as they know) particularly caused problems for them , but you’ve heard some gossip from passing travelers from his own lands — about a year and a half ago (i.e., in 4702), he was supposed to be presiding over a Harvest Feast celebration in his own barony, but he scandalously abandoned the festivities partway through with no explanation, and then refused to even make an appearance to apologize.
(This was a few short months after his father’s death, and the gossiping travelers absolutely did not hesitate to speculate about this, whether that meant complaining about how his father would never have done anything like this, or criticizing his father for having kept such a tight hold on him that he never learned proper decorum, or speculating that maybe he had been driven to such lengths by grief.)