Doran Axehaft sits behind a bench with a stout table between you and his muscled form. Is he smiling, it’s difficult to tell with a dwarf, but you think his countenance is serious and that his eyes speak of grave dangers in the immediate future.
“Gundren tells me you are to be trusted and Rolf tells me you have some level of competence which I doubted since your last encounter here ended in your leaving the city rather quickly.
Make no mistake. Your impulse control can very well get all of us all killed and lead to the downfall of the entire city of Triboar. I tell you this emphatically. The very existence of Triboar and the Restilorian Empire are at stake tonight.
No fighting - and the party decided to exclude Bryllin Stoneheart from what followed.
if my little birds speak truth, they should be arriving shortly after dusk. So we only have a few moments. They should be referred to as Lord and Lady Gemdelver.
As the sunsets and starts to turn cold, a dark wood carriage drawn by dark horses draws up and a young dwarf dismounts and flips down the steps before opening the door. And I a vigorous dwarf steps out, the nearby lantern light exposes his attire which is based in blue and black, fitted elegance trimmed with golds and red. A strip of grey fur cresting over one shoulder framing his torso.
He turns, extends his hand towards the door, where a feminine gloved hand finds it. A beautiful human woman steps out after. Her hair dark auburn and pulled up into a tight braided bun, resembling some sort of a glamorous school teacher almost. Her gown is in the same color scheme as the man, if a bit heavier blue than black, and a long billowing skirt tapers up to be form-fitted across her body, continuing upward to wrap her neck nearly to the jaw.
They both turn to face the greeting party, bowing slightly as two of their companion guards flank their approach up the steps. The other two helping the young man who steered the carriage carry their rather large bags behind them.
At the dinner party they discovered an ordinary, if possibly odd royal couple,
Osric a dwarf to
Beatrix's elegant human figure.
