The Snows of Summer: Prelude - Heldren

[Shurijo]

Zym begins to turn to fetch the councilwoman some stew and ale, but then turns back when she speaks about the stranger. "That's Kolya, he's passing through. Heading northwards."

The young man turns back around to grab a bowl and fill it with stew. Sitting the bowl down, he then turns to find a nice clean mug and fill it to the brim with Three Devils Ale.

A few moments later, he places both down on the bar in front of Ionnia. Smiling, he says, "Ionnia, you sound a bit disturbed. Is there anything I can help with - either for the town or... for you? I'll probably be moving on soon, so I'd love to offer you my charming wit. That's why my middle name is R.H."

[Eilandor]

Ionnia looks at Zym and gives an audible sigh, as if whatever demon had possessed her was now gone.

"Zym, allow me to apologize for my brash behavior. It is not your fault this town is ill equipped to deal with the events that seem to be unfolding." She pauses, almost wondering if she has said to much to the man.

"Thank you for the ale and stew. I would speak with Kale when she get's a moment."

[Shurijo]

Zym doesn't let Ionnia go that easily, "I'll fetch Kale, but know that whatever is happening to the town, you have strong, able men - and women, that can deal with it. What's the trouble?" He asks in a calming voice.

[Trogdor]

Kolya moves over, grabs his pack and pulls it up onto his back. He pauses to wait for Ionnia to finish and Zym to pass the message to Kale, clearly having a question for Zym but not wanting to interrupt his conversation with the councilor.

[Eilandor]

Zym's inquiry confirms the fact she may have said too much. She ponders a moment whether or not to reveal more to the man.

"Strong! Sure, but able I'm not so sure. This town is made up of farmers, woodcutters, and well the finest brew if I may add." Setting her mug down, "Warriors they are not..."

[Shurijo]

Zym winks at Ionnia, saying, "If there's a dangerous threat, then I'm well versed in many arts, one of them is swordplay." Leaning back up, he says, "You can also employ the strangers. The wounded northerner is nearly healed and, if nothing else, his size makes him a fine warrior. The new stranger is versed in magics. Both seem to be kind of heart and spirit."

[Trogdor]

Having been pointed out to the finely-dressed woman, Kolya feels justified in speaking up. "I've spent most of my life on caravans, ma'am," he says politely. "Even as young as I am. I've been in more than a few skirmishes. I know how to handle myself in a fight, if that's what things come to."

[Eilandor]

"You would stay, and rally strangers to your side?" She raises her mug, "There's more to you than meets the eye." When Zym mentions the northerner, "I had heard he made his way across town with Landa. Good to hear."

She looks to Kolya, "Small town, what can I say..." Scanning the room for onlookers, "Do you have time for another ale Kolya?"

[Trogdor]

"If it's about trouble in town, yes I can." Kolya looks over to Landa and Eoghan and smiles apologetically. "I'll have to look at the atlas some other time, I'm afraid." He glances between Ionnia and Eoghan and raises an eyebrow. "I'm not sure how big our problem is, but I can tell you from personal experience that Eoghan is strong and quick. You could do a lot worse than to ask him to help."

OOC

Sorry, mack. But Landa still looks like a teen girl who's not prepared for adventure.

[Eilandor]

GM

For this next short bit, we will assume that Landa takes Eoghan back to the temple. I will let you know when to post again.

Ionnia looks at Landa and then to Eoghan who is not looking well at all, "Landa, please make sure he makes it back to the temple safely. I will speak to you soon."

Her attention now back to Zym and Kolya, "In town, well not exactly. It has come to my attention that some disturbing events have or are occurring several miles outside of town."