IantheGecko wrote:
Marcus looked up from gobbling down his food. "Oh yeah, I'm real starved. Gimme another helping. And more of this good Human tea. None of the Gnome stuff."
He licked his plate clean & started picking the bone of the steak clean as well. "I wish I knew how Maxwell & the Elf man and everyone else was doing. Maybe Tem could help us." The Lizzardboy wiped his mouth on his thick arm.
[OOC: I keep referring to Marcus as a boy because he's 13, and Lizzardmen become adults at 20.]
Farnham said: "How is it that Tem can talk to you? Is he that powefull that he can talk over such distances? Or maybey Micheal is helping him somehow... well, it's worth a shot."
Meanwhile, back at the clearing, Drek and Maxwell and the others had gotten the dead Drow burried and had tied up the one that was shot in the leg. Maxwell used a whole 30' of rope tieing him up, and he and Drek had combined to produce a very styrong knot in the rope. They also gagged the Drow and blindfolded him becasue Micheal said that a mage needs to be able to at least see or hear in order to cast spells, as well as move his hands. Maxwell was taking no chances, though, and he ordered that everyone keep a sharp lookout in case more Drow came looking for their missing compatriots. Then everyone loaded up onto the horses again.
Micheal examined the Acid-bomb. His academy training had included a basics-of-chemistry course, so he was able to determine that the acid was for real. He decided that it was too dangerous to keep since the slightest crack in the glass meant certain doom, so he threw it off a cliff into a river, where it broke open harmlessly. He examined the two drow for spellbooks, but oddly he didn't find any, even while the anti-magic shell was active. No scolls, either. They did have strangely minted currency on them, 300 gold coins and a bag of 150 silver. Maxwell exemined them: "These coins.. they're not from any land I ever heard of, and I've seen more than my share of coin tending shop at my father's store. I suppose these are Drowish coin. Same weight as normal ones, if I feel their weight rightly. Would need a set of scales to tell for sure. What bothers me more is that they have so much of it. This isn't what a scout or an assasin would have on them. These men were on some sort of long-term mission that needed a large purse to finance. Either that or they were buying something, buy who in their right mind would sell to a Drow? No, something is going on here we can't see yet.
Well, all things considered we were very lucky. Farnham must have made it to Targos by now, and we should hurry before he comes looking for us and we miss each other on the road somehow. So let's get our prisoner to Targos and then alert Suldeneselar. If I remember my folklore, the Elven Lords offer a bounty of epic proportions to the first to bring them the head of a Drow."
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