"How much do you want to hear? All the way to the beginning, or just this incident?"
"Just whatever happened in my town."
"Gentlemen, I think you should know you have a thief and a murderess lose in your town. She attacked me last night at the well. As for her wounds, merely the result of my self defense and better swordsmanship." Blake states simply. "If you were to look you would find her dagger at the scene of the attack, where I disarmed her. It has the initials TP wrought in silver on the blade."
Tall Wymond is awake now, though clearly still bleary from lack of sleep. "Good mornin'," he says as they enter, "Where 'ave you been?"
"We went to the inn and ate breakfast. About the trial... What all would these people want to know?" Tasha asks.
Tall Wymond nods. "Look, the Hand's never dealt with anythin' like this before. They'll probably have some questions about last night, but I don't think you have anythin' to worry about. I think Dalibor does know what he's doin'."
"Gentlemen, I think you should know you have a thief and a murderess lose in your town. She attacked me last night at the well. As for her wounds, merely the result of my self defense and better swordsmanship." Blake states simply. "If you were to look you would find her dagger at the scene of the attack, where I disarmed her. It has the initials TP wrought in silver on the blade."
The man turns to Planted. "That what you saw?"
Planted shrugs. "Coulda been."
"Alright. Go look for that dagger. Ugran, go ahead."
As Planted leaves, the orcish man steps forward. "Three others came in with the girl. What do they have to do with this?"
"We went to the inn and ate breakfast. About the trial... What all would these people want to know?" Tasha asks.
Tall Wymond nods. "Look, the Hand's never dealt with anythin' like this before. They'll probably have some questions about last night, but I don't think you have anythin' to worry about. I think Dalibor does know what he's doin'."
"Ok, and thy'll come get me if they want me, right?"
"Gentlemen, I think you should know you have a thief and a murderess lose in your town. She attacked me last night at the well. As for her wounds, merely the result of my self defense and better swordsmanship." Blake states simply. "If you were to look you would find her dagger at the scene of the attack, where I disarmed her. It has the initials TP wrought in silver on the blade."
The man turns to Planted. "That what you saw?"
Planted shrugs. "Coulda been."
"Alright. Go look for that dagger. Ugran, go ahead."
As Planted leaves, the orcish man steps forward. "Three others came in with the girl. What do they have to do with this?"
"I assume they are merely pawns in her endless game of chess. People she uses to feign Innocence."
Tall Wymond nods. "Look, the Hand's never dealt with anythin' like this before. They'll probably have some questions about last night, but I don't think you have anythin' to worry about. I think Dalibor does know what he's doin'."
"Ok, and thy'll come get me if they want me, right?"
Robert jerks aside, just in time for the branch to come down on his toes. "YOWWWW!"
Gruntil pulls his branch up again and takes aim at Robert's head.
Ranwell wakes up and looks around. "Gruntil! Stop, he's a friend."
Gruntil snarls at Robert and then drops the branch behind him.
Robert grins and then pulls himself up. "So, you must be Gruntil." "What's it to you?" snapped the goblin, giving Robert a twitchy , suspicious eye. "Okay Gruntil, it's about time you apologized to Robert here. He's a good friend of mine, as you know." Robert nods his head and then stretchers out his arm for Gruntil to shake his hand. Gruntil twitchy eye looked slowly down at Robert's hand. With a sharp noise he slaps the man's hand before scuttling up the tree to sulk, mumbling something about it not being fair and how did Robert know he had been creeping up behind him all the way.
Ranwell and Robert both look up at Gruntil sitting upon the highest branch in the tree. Ranwell slowly turns his head towards the bramble covered path "Well it's about time we moved on!"
Out of the corner of his eye he sees Gruntil watching them walk down the path.
