(raidas)
You finish coming up with a cover story to which Paul also agrees to.
The colorful fellow comes a bit closer and you can see that he is dressed like someone from a medieval reenactment club, more specifically like that of a noble cavalier, complete with a flagged lance balanced across his leg. You wonder if any souls unfortunate enough to cross paths with the fellow have ever been eviscerated by a passing spearhead.
The fellow approaches you.
"Good day my good sirs and madam, I am Sir Diripledepgiblepidleshoknuruku(dî rî plĕ dĕp gĭb lĕ pĭd lĕ shō nû rû kû) of Jibilibi, knight errant! I've become unfortunately lost on my way back to my estate, do you know the way to Jibilibi?"
As a trader versed in the customs of many lands, Noire is able to understand that this fellow is proclaiming to be the immediate descendant of a duke by the number of syllables in his name, according to Hill custom. Unfortunately it is a great offense to shorten someone's name in this culture, and an even greater offense to mispronounce the name of someone with equal or lower station.
(kids)
Ruru and Brue wander around blankly, still stunned by their experience with that banana split. They asked around for Brue's sister, but nobody seems to know her around here.
Suddenly they are approached by a shifty cloaked fellow, who also conveniently has a practically impenetrable shadow cast over his face by the angle of the sun and his hood.
"Psst, I heard you guys are from the Handsome Host," he says in a squeaky voice.
(Pepe)
You walk into the brothel with Bob and are greeted by the madame.
"Ohohohoho, if it isn't two strapping sirs, how may I serve you today?"
"Just give me the usual," says Bob with a wink.
"Of course, of course, and how about you sir?" asks the madame, turning to Pepe.
You finish coming up with a cover story to which Paul also agrees to.
The colorful fellow comes a bit closer and you can see that he is dressed like someone from a medieval reenactment club, more specifically like that of a noble cavalier, complete with a flagged lance balanced across his leg. You wonder if any souls unfortunate enough to cross paths with the fellow have ever been eviscerated by a passing spearhead.
The fellow approaches you.
"Good day my good sirs and madam, I am Sir Diripledepgiblepidleshoknuruku(dî rî plĕ dĕp gĭb lĕ pĭd lĕ shō nû rû kû) of Jibilibi, knight errant! I've become unfortunately lost on my way back to my estate, do you know the way to Jibilibi?"
As a trader versed in the customs of many lands, Noire is able to understand that this fellow is proclaiming to be the immediate descendant of a duke by the number of syllables in his name, according to Hill custom. Unfortunately it is a great offense to shorten someone's name in this culture, and an even greater offense to mispronounce the name of someone with equal or lower station.
(kids)
Ruru and Brue wander around blankly, still stunned by their experience with that banana split. They asked around for Brue's sister, but nobody seems to know her around here.
Suddenly they are approached by a shifty cloaked fellow, who also conveniently has a practically impenetrable shadow cast over his face by the angle of the sun and his hood.
"Psst, I heard you guys are from the Handsome Host," he says in a squeaky voice.
(Pepe)
You walk into the brothel with Bob and are greeted by the madame.
"Ohohohoho, if it isn't two strapping sirs, how may I serve you today?"
"Just give me the usual," says Bob with a wink.
"Of course, of course, and how about you sir?" asks the madame, turning to Pepe.
