A Penny For Your Thoughts

Demalo put faith in the emotion behind his appeal, taking a step toward the scimitar-wielding tiefling, hoping a show of confidence in his intentions would make his words seem more sincere.

Arc finished his stew and closed off the visor on his helmet to cover up his face. The last thing he needed was someone calling him a lich or death knight. He stood up and moved a bit closer to see what the others planned to do with the approaching people.

Styx and Luna stopped eating and looked at the approaching people. Luna quickly moved some of her rat constructs to monitor the people from a short distance while staying hidden. If they were an enemy she would have her rat constructs attack and explode if the enemy was too strong. Styx on the other hand took to the air to spy on the on comers.

“There is only myself, and two other survivors who are on the hill behind me, all of us exhausted and shaken. We seek shelter, for the night at least. But—the three of us alone will never reach Neverwinter considering the threats in this region, and likewise there is no guarantee that our path back to Waterdeep will be safe. The bandits may have already begun to encircle us. And so I ask to join your caravan, and band together against the forces close and far that would threaten us.”

Luna then understood the situation but didn’t drop her guard as she moved a few of her rat constructs to the area the three people came from. If there were any bandits left she would destroy them by exploding her rat constructs. Then Arc stepped closer as he asked, “By chance how many bandits did ye encounter?”

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