Book 1: Act 1 - Oleg's Tradepost

[Chanur]

Clearly surprised by Lem's comments, Chanur reponds and appears thoughtful upon finishing his sentence.

"Bearslayer you are blessed indeed if that is true. That is a mighty weapon then! Most interesting."

Chanur starts to reach over to pass the butter to Tusker, but Oleg beats him to it.

[mackaber]

"Yes it even sparked a little flame when it hit. Some of the bears flesh was chared at the cut." Lem adds before taking a big sip of his mead. He then drops the topic seemingly unimpressed by his own prowess or simply so faithful in the dawnflowers power, and continues. "But fear not I have spoken many a prayer to Ol dead eye myself and he has guided many a shot of my bow!"

OOC

Totally forgot about my religous trait so thought I might bring it up now!

[Phlale]

Arenhal watches as the others discuss their beliefs. Ale in hand, he leans back from his cleaned plate. "I suppose if the small folk trust you, we should bring you along, Valen. Whichever god provides in times of need is worth at least a prayer of thanks."

[Chanur]

Nodding appreciately at Arenhal.

"Arenhal I hope to be a good companion and better friend to you. I also can be a spiritual compass if you want it. I am not normally very preachy, I prefer to spread the word of The Elk Father through hard work and deeds."

[Vardaen]

"OH NO!"

Tusker shouts out completely paying no attention to the conversation at this point. He slumps forward, his forehead banging into the table so solidly you think he might have just been assassinated. Lifting his head a little you can see tears in his eyes. Then *BANG* he hits his head on the table again making all the flatware jump. *BANG* he pounds his head a third time and then leans back in his chair so far that he's looking right up at the ceiling, tears streaming form his eyes. "No no no...oh no no no."

The letter lays on the table, inviting a peek.

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Anyone that takes a peek at the letter can discover the source of Tusker's dismay. The letter if from his family and at the end of it it mentions his sister, Goldie Slough-Finklebottom, died giving birth to her 9th child (a son Hamdinkle). A funeral is to be held soon in Brevoy.

[Trogdor]

Paying heed to the gnome, not the letter, Cal goes over and lays a hand on Tusker's shoulder. "I'm sorry," he says sympathetically. "Is there anything we can do to help?"

[Phlale]

Arenhal remains silent, curious but unwilling to ask what the matter is. If the gnome wishes to tell them, he will.

[Vardaen]

Tusker throws his hands into the air, "My sister! My sister's dead!" He grabs hold of Calanthir's sleaves and uses it like a tissue, blabbering and crying into it. "Oh my favorite sister!" He bangs a hand on the letter to let you know its okay to read it if you want. "She was so young! So young! Ah...." he deteriorates into babbling anb blathering of sobs and tears.

[mackaber]

Lem has a peak at the letter and then again looks at his dear friend Tusker with very sad eyes. It griefs him to see his friend in pain, especially since he knows how much he loved his sister although he never had an opportunity to meet him he knows she must have been a wonderful person. The halfling stifles a tear of his own and whispers: "You have my sympathies my friend." Before rising and offering his small shoulder.

[Chanur]

Feeling much empathy for his new found friend, Valen places a hand on his shoulder with his own eyes starting to mist a little.

"I am so sorry Tusker, but all is not lost, there is a new young life she has brought into the world."

Valen quietly says a prayer to the Elk Father to watch over young Hamdinkle and guide his mother into the after life.