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#1 Guest_Rand Al'Tor_*

Posted 28 December 2003 - 11:17 PM

Gah... why must these things always end up longer then I thought they would. Ah well, guess with a name from Robert Jordan's book it's expected that you get a story that isn't as fast paced as some others eh? :cry:

“…and her bitterness still lives on in the blade. Her cold hatred makes the blade more lethal, and gives it… an icy touch of death.”

Xzar was sounding unusually sane as he explained what his spell and his knowledge could tell him. Viconia seemed interested in the story; Montaron looked around the road for troubles. They were on the way back to Nashkel. Viconia had healed the injuries, and Xzar had cast a cantrip that had mended Talek’s armour. He had then nagged Talek to identify the sword. It turned out to be a tough job, as Talek seemed unwilling to let go of the sword, almost jumping around of joy as he swung the enchanted blade. In the end he had permitted Xzar to cast his spell, and then had asked the sword back before the last syllable had finished echoing completely.

Xzar opened his eyes and looked around. “And that’s the tale of Varscona’s…. HEY! Where is Talek?”

Montaron and Viconia silently pointed towards a few trees that stood on a small hill a bit ahead of them. Talek was whooping in excitement as the sword cut through the wood with surgical precision.

Xzar pouted. “What? But… but my explanation…”

Montaron shrugged. “Seems he prefers the direct way of learning the power of the sword. Can’t blame him for taking off. He wants to USE the sword, not marry it.”

“Knowledge is power, thief. I say he is a fool to ignore this.” Viconia said.

Montaron smirked. “Oh, he’s a fool all right, but I’ve been keeping an eye on him. He’s getting used to the sword. His cuts are a lot more accurate than when he just got it. Ye don’t learn to use a sword by listening to old stories. At least he’s learnt that.”

They passed by him. “Hey, Montaron. Did you see that? The sword goes RIGHT through it.”

“Wish he’d learn some other things too.” Montaron softly said, then yelled. “Yes, I’ve seen it. Just like I’ve seen it the last thirty times, and just like I’ve told ye the last thirty. We ain’t passed a tree ye didn’t give a haircut.”

Talek rushed down the hill with a wide grin on his face, swiping at the air with his sword. “I love this thing. It cuts wood like a knife through a nice piece of pork. And when I’m swinging it, it’s like it’s flying towards its target itself. Man, I can’t wait to try this baby in a fight.”

Montaron rolled his eyes. “We’re just about back in civilisation. And that means no killin’ unless nobody notices or we can get away with it. I’d like to SLEEP in this city too.”

“Yeah, yeah… hey, maybe there’ll be another assassin!” Talek cheerfully exclaimed.

Montaron grumbles something and the party walked on. Soon after, they reached the town. The dispenser of the bounties had already gone to bed, so the party headed for the inn. When they came in, the innkeeper suddenly paled.

“Y… you… you’re back? I… I warn you... if I scream the garrison will be here within seconds.”

Talek looked at the innkeeper with a partly confused, partly amused expression. “Hello to you too, innkeeper.”

“D… don’t play dumb. I’ve heard everything. You’ve killed master Nimbul and fled town. G… get out of here or I’ll… call the guard.” The innkeeper hid behind the counter.

“You’re starting to remind me of that fat bastard Winthrop, and that’s a bad thing.” Talek scowled.

Montaron intervened. “Yer rumours forget to mention some things. For one, that Nimbul ye’re so fond off was an assassin. And we didn’t flee the town, we went out to catch some thief, all nice and legal. We’re here to get a room so we can get the bounty tomorrow.”

“And I’ve got proof!” Xzar yelled as he pulled out Prism’s head out of the bag. “Don’t worry. All the blood’s out. OUCH. Monty! You kicked me!”

“Put the head back in the bag, freakshow.” Montaron turned back to the innkeeper. “So, if ye don’t mind, we’ll just get a room and we’ll quit bothering ye, right?”

“All right.” The innkeeper looked away from the head and surveyed the rest of the party. His eyes widened as he saw Viconia for the first time. “oh no, I’m not having that FILTH in my inn.” He said indignant as he pointed at the drow.

Viconia looked at the man with undisguised contempt. Talek quickly stepped forward up to the counter, his left hand on the counter while his right hand lingered out of sight of the innkeeper.

The man stepped back. “M… maybe she can sleep in the stables?”

Talek spoke through clenched teeth. “You go around getting all angry at me for killing that assassin trash, and now you’re calling a friend of mine filth?” Viconia raised her eyebrow at the sentence. Talek slammed his plated fist on the table. His breathing was quickening and his face was reddening in anger. “You’re starting to PISS ME OFF!” The last words were said in a hoarse, barely controlled voice.

The innkeeper had gone white as a sheet. “Y… yes sir. Of... of course the drow c... can stay. I… I’m sorry.”

“Not to me, you fat pig. To her.” He pointed at Viconia and grinned. Almost as an afterthought he added. “And to you, it’s ‘mistress de Vir.’ She’s a customer after all.”

“Lady de Vir” Viconia said, and instantly almost looked surprised she said it. She continued “For what it’s worth, I am a daughter of a Drow house.” Montaron gave her a surprised stare. Talek whistled.

“Whow… you’re nobility?” He turned to the innkeeper again. “LADY de Vir then.”

The innkeeper seemed to consider the cost to his pride, decide it was acceptable and made a bow to Viconia. “F… forgive me, Lady de Vir.”

“Hm… I wonder how much farther you can grovel, rivvil” Viconia winced and stared down as Montaron kicked her in the shins. “Hm… very well, I forgive you.”

“Right. So, let’s get you a room then, eh Viconia? And only the best room of the bloody inn will do for drow nobility.” Talek badly mimicked a noble’s drawl.

Montaron immediately protested. “What? Talek! Gold!”

Talek made a dismissive gesture at the halfling. “Eh… we’ll get more.”

The innkeeper seemed reluctant to let Viconia have the room. “Euh… I… regret to inform you… Someone took the room this morning.”

Talek frowned. “Show me who took it.”

The rotund man made a show of remembering something. “Oh my… I forgot. It was master Ni…” Talek glared harshly. “the assassin. I’ll just… clean the room then. Get his stuff out.”

Talek nodded but Montaron intervened. “Hey now, no need for that. We’ll manage that ourselves.”

Talek protested. “What? No, let the guy do the work himself. We’re paying for it.”

Montaron fixed Talek with a stare. “I said, we’ll do that ourselves while we take up our backpacks.”

The young man shrugged. “Okay, if you insist.”

Montaron sighed in relief. “Right. Don’t let us keep ye then. The rest of us will take the usual rooms.” He lowered his voice for Talek to hear. “So maybe we’ll make SOME profit of this day.” He made a dirty face as he took out a couple of handfuls of coins and put them on the counter, then glared at Talek as they climbed the stairs to the room.

“Wow… not bad!” Talek said appreciatively as they entered the luxurious ‘room’. It was more then one room actually. It had a sitting room with a sofa, a hearth, an ornate table and a selection of books and bottles with spirits, a bathing room with a beautiful bathtub and a bedroom with a bed large enough for three persons with expensive looking sheets.

“It damn well should be something like this at these prices! You’ve got an allergy to gold you didn’t tell me about, boy?” Montaron said.

Viconia inspected the books, reading the titles in Common with her finger following the letters. “It isn’t what I was used to in the Underdark, but more then I have received since I came to the surface. She took out a book and leafed through it. “And it HAS been a while since I’ve been able to practice my reading skills of your language.”

Talek looked at the table. “Hey, the guy didn’t even touch his dinner before I finished him!” He grabbed a fork and took a piece of mutton from the plate. “Hmm… cold but still good.”

“Ahw… the poor assassin died without his dinner. Now the worms won’t have as much to eat.” Xzar sobbed.

Montaron chuckled. “Heh, eating a dead man’s dish, wearing a dead man’s plate and carrying a dead man’s sword. Someone’s getting’ used to the adventurer’s life.” He went into the bedroom. “Ah, I thought there had to be this. Come to daddy.”

Talek took a sip from the wine and grimaced at the liquid gone sour. “What have you got?”

Montaron’s voice sounded content from the bedroom. “The assassin’s backpack. This is nice. We might just make some profit out of your idiocy after all. Seems the guy was pretty successful in the past. Had a penchant for jewellery too. And this is silk. All black and ‘oooh look, I’m an assassin. Be scared of me’ of course. Goes to show all the gold can’t buy taste I guess.”

Talek scooped up a cold potato and chewed it before replying without much enthusiasm. “Oh yeah, great. Any nice swords in there?”

“Let me see if I can get some basics of economics trough that skull of ye. Gold buys magic swords.” Montaron said sarcastically. “What’s this? Hm… strange boots. Doesn’t go with any of the other outfits. Much too sensible. Not like we need them though.” The boots were tossed in the living room, hitting Xzar in the stomach.

The necromancer gave a short scream about bunny surprise attack before looking at the boots.

“Hey Monty, there’s something about these boots.” He said excitedly.

“If it’s got something to do with rodents or creatures from far off lands that want to eat our body parts I don’t care.” The halfling responded flatly.

“Nono… I’ve read about this kind of boots. Long ago. Before… before the bunnies came.” Xzar looked around fearfully for a second. “I’ve studied this kind of enchantment. These boots are happy-slappy MAGIC boots!”

“ENCHANTED boots?” Montaron sounded very interested. “Ye know what it does? A nice pair could get us a LOT of coin.”

“Oooh… I do, I do. You see this sign cut in the hide? It causes small alterations in the…” Xzar started.

“The SHORT version, so ye’re finished before sundown if it’s possible.” Montaron returned to the living room.

Xzar pouted. “It deflects missiles.” He handed the boots back.

“Hmm… those should be worth our stay… on the other hand…” He seemed to have reached a decision. “Hey, boy!” Montaron threw the magical items at Talek who caught them in his hands while keeping the fork between his teeth.

He swallowed the food. “Me? Nah, I’ll be fine. Let Viconia or Xzar have them.” He grinned. “The two of you are pretty skinny. Besides, I’ve got my armour.”

“The two of them won’t be the ones charging a bunch of archers that are aiming for the eyes. And since ye STILL refuse to use a shield or helmet, this thing might save yer ass. So wear the bloody things.”

Talek gave the hide boots a disapproving glare. “These things are bloody ugly. Couldn’t the guy who made this made some better shoes? I know hide is warm and all but…”

Montaron’s face twitched. “Just… put on the boots, okay? Stunning good looks never saved anyone from arrows.”

Viconia gave a short laughter. “I’m not sure about that.”

The halfling rolled his eyes. “Not THAT way, and in that case, people won’t look at the boots. Unless that’s their thing.”

Talek was putting on the boots at the time, looking wistfully at his old plated footwear. “I better get shot at soon for this. Think we can buy these things in a better shape?”

Montaron took the assassin’s backpack and stuffed the valuables in and gave Talek a dry look. “Not as long as I keep the gold. Now let’s get our own stuff to our room. And then let’s see if we can find some place to sell this junk. At this hour there should be some people at the carnival who won’t ask questions.” He walked out of the room, followed by a sulking Xzar. “We’ll come back in a second priest.”

Talek quickly stole another bite of mutton before heading out.

“Talek… wait for a second.” Viconia said, closing her book.

“Hm?” Talek stopped and turned, swallowing his mouthful.

“In front of the innkeeper, you called me ‘friend.’” Viconia said and paused.

“Yeah?” Talek said, clearly expecting a question.

“Did you do that because the man annoyed you? You hardly know me for a day.” The Sharran leaned back against the bookshelf.

Talek frowned, as if the question was the most foolish he had heard. “What? You fought with us, you healed us, you’ve guarded us and even if I don’t exactly understand what happened, Xzar says you saved me. What else am I supposed to call you?”

Viconia continued. “And after ONE day, you trust me, even if every other person, including the halfling and the wizard, have told you not to?”

The young man shrugged. “You haven’t done anything to get at me. And Montaron distrusts EVERYONE.”

Viconia studied his face. “Tell me, Montaron mentioned something to me about how you were betrayed recently.”

A scowl appeared on Talek’s face. “Khalid and Jaheira. Yeah. I DID make a mistake there. I make a lot of them. But not that one. Never again!”

“But you still trust me.” The drow asked.

“I’m not letting those two make up how I live or whom I trust. I know to watch my back with them around, that’s it!”

“Hey swordlover, I know it’s a nice room, but you’re sleeping with the rest of the commoners.” Montaron’s voice sounded from below, getting some irate remarks from awakened guests.

Talek gave Viconia a half smile and a wink. “Eh, better go down. Still a bit grumpy about the room thing I bet. See ya in a few.” He turned. “COMING!” He yelled, getting loud curses from the guests in reply.

Viconia stared at the closed door. “Talek Gorionson. He wouldn’t last 5 seconds in Menzoberranzan. Utter and total fool. If it wasn’t for the thief’s warning, I’d have him eat out of my hands already.” She looked at the room and smiled. “But I can’t say I disapprove of this particular action.”



Imoen was walking through Candlekeep again. On the background she heard the familiar droning of the Readers reciting Alundo’s prophecy. She knew something was off but she couldn’t quite remember what. Suddenly she saw people rushing past her. Ruby and Gaton. Two friends of her. They seemed excited for some reason as they ran into the center courtyard in front of the entrance of the library. Curious, she followed them.

As she entered, she saw a huge crowd had gathered. More then she had ever seen in the central courtyard. In the middle was a platform. On it was…

Talek standing with a noose around his neck. Beside him Montaron and Xzar were already hung, their bodies moving softly. The crowd around were jeering. Talek was glaring at them with the look she knew. The look he usually gave to most people in Candlekeep. An executioner, dressed in loose black clothing with a cap over his head was tightening the noose around his neck.

Imoen screamed and ran towards the platform. The crowd parted before her she ran up the stairs when she bumped into something hard and metallic and fell off again. She looked up. The Gatewarden, bigger and scarier than normal, was staring down at her.

“Do not interfere Imoen. Today we are doing what we should have done a long time ago. He’s a born murderer, and he’ll die like one.” His voice sounded stern and hard. The crowd roared in approval.

“No, NO! It’s not true. Let him go! LET HIM GO!” Imoen yelled. She stormed the middle-aged guardsman and tried to pound him out of the way with her fists, but he didn’t budge until suddenly he jerked and fell over backwards.

She looked at Talek again. He was still standing there with a noose on his neck, but now he was smiling the contented smile she had come to expect when he killed. Except it didn’t disappear. In his hand he had a bloody bastard sword. Blood seemed to stream from it, rather then drip, falling over the stairs to her feet. He seemed to see her for the first time and waved at her.

“Hey Im. Sorry, but the old bastard’s right.” He grinned.

“Talek…. No…” She said.

“KILL HIM! KILL HIM! KILL HIM!” The crowd screamed in anger.

“No… no, no, no, no…” Imoen repeated on and on. “This is all screwed up. Stop this. STOP THIS!”

“Your mercy is misplaced, child. Justice will be served.” Imoen looked at the executioner. The cap had been removed that it was a woman holding the lever operating the trap door. “The Balance demands payment done for crimes committed.”

Talek looked at her. His face still had the contented smile on its lips. “You’re lucky I promised Imoen not to kill you, druid.”

“TALEK!” Imoen yelled.

The lever was pulled. The trap door opened. The rope tightened. Imoen screamed.

“Imoen! Imoen wake up!” Jaheira’s voice sounded.

The young girl opened her eyes. Jaheira, looking a tad sleepy and wearing only her tunic loomed above her with a concerned expression on her face. Imoen babbled. “Jaheira… please… don’t do it!”

“You were having a nightmare girl. Do not worry. I do not intend to do anything but sleep.”

“What happened? I heard screaming. Has Evil slipped by Minsc and Boo? Say it is not so.” A bald head suddenly looked inside the tent.

“Just a nightmare, Minsc. I will take care of her.” Jaheira said.

“Oooh… Minsc has nightmares too. Of evil gnolls boiling Minsc’s witch in a big pot. With turnips!” He took out his hamster. “Boo always comforts Minsc. Would you like to hold him?”

“No… no thanks Minsc. I’ll be all right.” Imoen seemed to have composed herself.

“Right. Minsc will go outside and look for evil then.” The head vanished.

Jaheira sat next to Imoen. “Do you wish to speak about the dream? It helps sometimes.”

Imoen nodded. She wiped her face and seemed surprised there were tears on it. “It was… about Talek. Oh Jaheira, you were right. I should have never let him go alone with them.” It was clear who ‘them’ were. Imoen’s face was wracked with guilt.

“What is done is done, Imoen. Besides, I have thought about it. If Talek would indeed refuse to travel with us, it might have been the best solution for the short term. You and he alone would have little chance on your own, and I wouldn’t put it past Montaron to arrange an ‘accident’ for you.”

“But I’m scared, Jaheira. I’m scared about what might happen to Talek. What he might become. I was worried in Candlekeep, now I’m scared.” She breathed deeply a few times.

“He will be fine Imoen, I will see to it.” Jaheira put a hand on Imoen’s shoulder.

“I dream I was back in Candlekeep. And there was a hanging. They were hanging Talek. Everyone was happy. And then Talek killed the Gatewarden and said he was a murderer and then…” Imoen looked worriedly at Jaheira. “Euh… you were in it too.”

Jaheira nodded. “You may tell me. I will not be insulted.”

“You were the executioner Jaheira. You said… you said he had to answer for his crimes.” She looked pleadingly at the druid. “You wouldn’t do it, right Jaheira? If Talek does… stupid… things…” her voice hesitated on the innocent words. “You wouldn’t… kill him would you?”

“Absolutely not.” Jaheira said vehemently. “I have sworn to protect Talek. I would be spitting on Gorion’s grave if I did that! If Talek acts inappropriately, I shall make sure he sees the errors of his ways, once I regain his trust that is.”

Imoen smiled. “Thanks… I think I’m all right now. It does help. If Minsc is still guarding, I can’t have slept for long.”

“Probably not.” Jaheira smiled. “He is still excited about the gnoll traces he found. After watching him in battle I must your choice was inspired. And after talking to him, I can see why you assume he might find common ground with Talek.” She yawned. “But enough talk. It has been an all too long day and I had guard duty yesterday in the mines. I need sleep.”

Imoen nodded and yawned. “Man, it’s only been a day since the mines? Feels a lot longer.”

Jaheira went back under her covers. “Just remember that Imoen. It has just been a day. There is only so much trouble even Talek can get into in a day.”

“Yeah… guess you’re right. Night Jaheira.” Imoen closed her eyes.

“Good night.”

#2 Guest_Bjorn_*

Posted 29 December 2003 - 12:28 AM

Xzar opened his eyes and looked around. “And that’s the tale of Varscona’s…. HEY! Where is Talek?”


C'mon Xzar, you didn't think he'd really care about the sword's history, did you? :cry:

They passed by him. “Hey, Montaron. Did you see that? The sword goes RIGHT through it.”


Looks like you got permanent firewood collecting duty then, Talek.

“Wish he’d learn some other things too.” Montaron softly said, then yelled. “Yes, I’ve seen it. Just like I’ve seen it the last thirty times, and just like I’ve told ye the last thirty. We ain’t passed a tree ye didn’t give a haircut.”


It's a good thing Jaheira isn't there to see that...

“You’re starting to remind me of that fat bastard Winthrop, and that’s a bad thing.” Talek scowled.


Just give him a nice bribe, Talek, and he'll probably be fine. No need to pick an argument here.

Talek made a dismissive gesture at the halfling. “Eh… we’ll get more.”


True enough, I guess. Althogyuh probably best if someone other than Talek looks after the group's finances.

Talek nodded but Montaron intervened. “Hey now, no need for that. We’ll manage that ourselves.”


Talek protested. “What? No, let the guy do the work himself. We’re paying for it.”


:twisted:

Talek scooped up a cold potato and chewed it before replying without much enthusiasm. “Oh yeah, great. Any nice swords in there?”


Talek, what kind of an assassin would leave his sword behind when he went to kill people? Although I suppose this is Nimbul we're talking about...

“If it’s got something to do with rodents or creatures from far off lands that want to eat our body parts I don’t care.” The halfling responded flatly.


Why, Monty, however did you guess? :twisted:

“Hmm… those should be worth our stay… on the other hand…” He seemed to have reached a decision. “Hey, boy!” Montaron threw the magical items at Talek who caught them in his hands while keeping the fork between his teeth.


Yep, definitely a useful enchantment for someone who refuses to wear a helmet.

Talek gave the hide boots a disapproving glare. “These things are bloody ugly. Couldn’t the guy who made this made some better shoes? I know hide is warm and all but…”


Put it this way, Talek - you'll look less ugly in these boots than you would with an eye missing. And without some kind of protection, it's only a matter of time until some archer gets lucky...

Viconia continued. “And after ONE day, you trust me, even if every other person, including the halfling and the wizard, have told you not to?”


That's Talek for you.

A scowl appeared on Talek’s face. “Khalid and Jaheira. Yeah. I DID make a mistake there. I make a lot of them. But not that one. Never again!”


:twisted: They're far more worthy of your trust than most Talek, whatever you want to think about them.

“Oooh… Minsc has nightmares too. Of evil gnolls boiling Minsc’s witch in a big pot. With turnips!” He took out his hamster. “Boo always comforts Minsc. Would you like to hold him?”


Poor Minsc. Can't say I'm too fond of Dynaheir, but I hope they get there in time to save her.

“What is done is done, Imoen. Besides, I have thought about it. If Talek would indeed refuse to travel with us, it might have been the best solution for the short term. You and he alone would have little chance on your own, and I wouldn’t put it past Montaron to arrange an ‘accident’ for you.”


Nah, I think Talek's protectiveness towards Immy would have kept her safe. But I doubt she'd have been too happy with the others, given the path Talek's taken lately.

“But I’m scared, Jaheira. I’m scared about what might happen to Talek. What he might become. I was worried in Candlekeep, now I’m scared.” She breathed deeply a few times.


:twisted: And with reason, unfortunately.

“Absolutely not.” Jaheira said vehemently. “I have sworn to protect Talek. I would be spitting on Gorion’s grave if I did that! If Talek acts inappropriately, I shall make sure he sees the errors of his ways, once I regain his trust that is.”


And that sure won't be easy. But I hope for Talek's sake that it happens eventually.

Jaheira went back under her covers. “Just remember that Imoen. It has just been a day. There is only so much trouble even Talek can get into in a day.”


Maybe...but it's a lot of trouble. And there's likely to be plenty more days ahead before you see him again...

Nitpick: would Jaheira not be sleeping in a different tent with Khalid?

Nice chapter. :twisted:

#3 Guest_Theodur_*

Posted 29 December 2003 - 08:56 AM

Xzar was sounding unusually sane as he explained what his spell and his knowledge could tell him. Viconia seemed interested in the story; Montaron looked around the road for troubles. They were on the way back to Nashkel. Viconia had healed the injuries, and Xzar had cast a cantrip that had mended Talek’s armour. He had then nagged Talek to identify the sword. It turned out to be a tough job, as Talek seemed unwilling to let go of the sword, almost jumping around of joy as he swung the enchanted blade. In the end he had permitted Xzar to cast his spell, and then had asked the sword back before the last syllable had finished echoing completely.


They really should not allow Talek to tamper with unindentified magical items... he might try on a certain belt that very certain ogre near FAI carries with him. :)

Montaron smirked. “Oh, he’s a fool all right, but I’ve been keeping an eye on him. He’s getting used to the sword. His cuts are a lot more accurate than when he just got it. Ye don’t learn to use a sword by listening to old stories. At least he’s learnt that.”


I would have been more calmer if Varscona had ended in Khalid's hands like it happens in my games... I don't trust Talek to put it to GOOD use. ;)

“Wish he’d learn some other things too.” Montaron softly said, then yelled. “Yes, I’ve seen it. Just like I’ve seen it the last thirty times, and just like I’ve told ye the last thirty. We ain’t passed a tree ye didn’t give a haircut.”


That's bad... why can't he give Monty a haircut instead...

Montaron grumbles something and the party walked on. Soon after, they reached the town. The dispenser of the bounties had already gone to bed, so the party headed for the inn. When they came in, the innkeeper suddenly paled.


'grumbled'

“D… don’t play dumb. I’ve heard everything. You’ve killed master Nimbul and fled town. G… get out of here or I’ll… call the guard.” The innkeeper hid behind the counter.


Wonder why he is so fond of that idiot Nimbul.

“And I’ve got proof!” Xzar yelled as he pulled out Prism’s head out of the bag. “Don’t worry. All the blood’s out. OUCH. Monty! You kicked me!”


Gee, I wonder why...

“All right.” The innkeeper looked away from the head and surveyed the rest of the party. His eyes widened as he saw Viconia for the first time. “oh no, I’m not having that FILTH in my inn.” He said indignant as he pointed at the drow.


Why not, stupid? I bet you have secret peeping holes in all the walls...

“Lady de Vir” Viconia said, and instantly almost looked surprised she said it. She continued “For what it’s worth, I am a daughter of a Drow house.” Montaron gave her a surprised stare. Talek whistled.


“Whow… you’re nobility?” He turned to the innkeeper again. “LADY de Vir then.”


Feels kind of weird to address a drow on the surface as belonging to 'nobility'...

“Right. So, let’s get you a room then, eh Viconia? And only the best room of the bloody inn will do for drow nobility.” Talek badly mimicked a noble’s drawl.


Don't be a suck-up, Talek.

How about making Talek meet some of those snotty nobles from Waterdeep or Neverwinter? Muahaha... :wink:

“Wow… not bad!” Talek said appreciatively as they entered the luxurious ‘room’. It was more then one room actually. It had a sitting room with a sofa, a hearth, an ornate table and a selection of books and bottles with spirits, a bathing room with a beautiful bathtub and a bedroom with a bed large enough for three persons with expensive looking sheets.


Perfectly suited for the Three Zhents. Talek's practically one of them, now. :D

“Let me see if I can get some basics of economics trough that skull of ye. Gold buys magic swords.” Montaron said sarcastically. “What’s this? Hm… strange boots. Doesn’t go with any of the other outfits. Much too sensible. Not like we need them though.” The boots were tossed in the living room, hitting Xzar in the stomach.


It's just not fair that Talek's group gets all the good magical items while Jaheira's group is struggling in the wilderness... okay, they will get the Dex gaunts, and maybe some other items...

“ENCHANTED boots?” Montaron sounded very interested. “Ye know what it does? A nice pair could get us a LOT of coin.”


It might be much more useful to wear them, stupid.

“The two of them won’t be the ones charging a bunch of archers that are aiming for the eyes. And since ye STILL refuse to use a shield or helmet, this thing might save yer ass. So wear the bloody things.”


Uh, so how do the Boots of Avoidance work? They aren't supposed to deflect arrows, iirc... and definitely not those that are hitting one in the eye...

Montaron’s face twitched. “Just… put on the boots, okay? Stunning good looks never saved anyone from arrows.”


Viconia gave a short laughter. “I’m not sure about that.”


I'm sure she has saved herself plenty of times that way...

Montaron took the assassin’s backpack and stuffed the valuables in and gave Talek a dry look. “Not as long as I keep the gold. Now let’s get our own stuff to our room. And then let’s see if we can find some place to sell this junk. At this hour there should be some people at the carnival who won’t ask questions.” He walked out of the room, followed by a sulking Xzar. “We’ll come back in a second priest.”


Carnival? Branwen... ugh.

Viconia studied his face. “Tell me, Montaron mentioned something to me about how you were betrayed recently.”


A scowl appeared on Talek’s face. “Khalid and Jaheira. Yeah. I DID make a mistake there. I make a lot of them. But not that one. Never again!”


“But you still trust me.” The drow asked.


“I’m not letting those two make up how I live or whom I trust. I know to watch my back with them around, that’s it!”


Talek's definition of what 'trust' is, seems to be way off from the generally accepted one. I mean it is obvious that Jaheira and Khalid look like someone capable of stabbing you in the back, while Monty looks as innocent as a lamb.

Viconia stared at the closed door. “Talek Gorionson. He wouldn’t last 5 seconds in Menzoberranzan. Utter and total fool. If it wasn’t for the thief’s warning, I’d have him eat out of my hands already.” She looked at the room and smiled. “But I can’t say I disapprove of this particular action.”


I bet Viconia will have a great time, manipulating and twisting Talek around her finger.

Talek standing with a noose around his neck. Beside him Montaron and Xzar were already hung, their bodies moving softly. The crowd around were jeering. Talek was glaring at them with the look she knew. The look he usually gave to most people in Candlekeep. An executioner, dressed in loose black clothing with a cap over his head was tightening the noose around his neck.


Aww... it's only a dream.... ;)

“Do not interfere Imoen. Today we are doing what we should have done a long time ago. He’s a born murderer, and he’ll die like one.” His voice sounded stern and hard. The crowd roared in approval.


He wasn't exactly a born murderer, but you yourself had a part in making him one, friend.

“Your mercy is misplaced, child. Justice will be served.” Imoen looked at the executioner. The cap had been removed that it was a woman holding the lever operating the trap door. “The Balance demands payment done for crimes committed.”


AWWWWW! :)

“Oooh… Minsc has nightmares too. Of evil gnolls boiling Minsc’s witch in a big pot. With turnips!” He took out his hamster. “Boo always comforts Minsc. Would you like to hold him?”


Aww... a Dynaheir stew... sounds rather nice... :)

“Right. Minsc will go outside and look for evil then.” The head vanished.


You don't normally have to look far...

Imoen nodded. She wiped her face and seemed surprised there were tears on it. “It was… about Talek. Oh Jaheira, you were right. I should have never let him go alone with them.” It was clear who ‘them’ were. Imoen’s face was wracked with guilt.


Yep, that's right.

“You were the executioner Jaheira. You said… you said he had to answer for his crimes.” She looked pleadingly at the druid. “You wouldn’t do it, right Jaheira? If Talek does… stupid… things…” her voice hesitated on the innocent words. “You wouldn’t… kill him would you?”


Depends on what Talek does... if he was to threaten Khalid again, I'm sure Jaheira would do anything to stop him.

“Absolutely not.” Jaheira said vehemently. “I have sworn to protect Talek. I would be spitting on Gorion’s grave if I did that! If Talek acts inappropriately, I shall make sure he sees the errors of his ways, once I regain his trust that is.”


Heh, too bad that Talek's already eating from the palm of someone else. But I am sure that Jaheira will soon recognize that Talek is a lost cause, she is not a fool. Especially when and if she learns about the way Talek killed Prism.

“Probably not.” Jaheira smiled. “He is still excited about the gnoll traces he found. After watching him in battle I must your choice was inspired. And after talking to him, I can see why you assume he might find common ground with Talek.” She yawned. “But enough talk. It has been an all too long day and I had guard duty yesterday in the mines. I need sleep.”


'I must say your choice' - I think there is a word missing.

Jaheira went back under her covers. “Just remember that Imoen. It has just been a day. There is only so much trouble even Talek can get into in a day.”


Why is Jaheira sharing a tent with Imoen, not with Khalid? ;)

#4 Guest_Rand Al'Tor_*

Posted 29 December 2003 - 12:27 PM

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Xzar opened his eyes and looked around. “And that’s the tale of Varscona’s…. HEY! Where is Talek?”
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C'mon Xzar, you didn't think he'd really care about the sword's history, did you? :wink: [/quote]

Maybe if Xzar would have concentrated on the gory bits and the swordfights...

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They passed by him. “Hey, Montaron. Did you see that? The sword goes RIGHT through it.”
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Looks like you got permanent firewood collecting duty then, Talek. [/quote]

;)

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“Wish he’d learn some other things too.” Montaron softly said, then yelled. “Yes, I’ve seen it. Just like I’ve seen it the last thirty times, and just like I’ve told ye the last thirty. We ain’t passed a tree ye didn’t give a haircut.”
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It's a good thing Jaheira isn't there to see that...[/quote]

Oh yes, VERY good.

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“You’re starting to remind me of that fat bastard Winthrop, and that’s a bad thing.” Talek scowled.
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Just give him a nice bribe, Talek, and he'll probably be fine. No need to pick an argument here. [/quote]

Talek: GIVE the old fat bastard MORE money because he's a racist piece of crap? Over my bloody dead body.

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Talek made a dismissive gesture at the halfling. “Eh… we’ll get more.”
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True enough, I guess. Althogyuh probably best if someone other than Talek looks after the group's finances. [/quote]

And THAT'S why Montaron keeps the gold. He's the least likely to use it all to buy magic beans.

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Talek nodded but Montaron intervened. “Hey now, no need for that. We’ll manage that ourselves.”
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Talek protested. “What? No, let the guy do the work himself. We’re paying for it.”
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;) [/quote]

Who would ever have thought Montaron would be a viable candiate for the Nobel Peace prize award?

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Talek scooped up a cold potato and chewed it before replying without much enthusiasm. “Oh yeah, great. Any nice swords in there?”
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Talek, what kind of an assassin would leave his sword behind when he went to kill people? Although I suppose this is Nimbul we're talking about... [/quote]

;)

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“If it’s got something to do with rodents or creatures from far off lands that want to eat our body parts I don’t care.” The halfling responded flatly.
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Why, Monty, however did you guess? :) [/quote]

He's been with Montaron for a few weeks.

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“Hmm… those should be worth our stay… on the other hand…” He seemed to have reached a decision. “Hey, boy!” Montaron threw the magical items at Talek who caught them in his hands while keeping the fork between his teeth.
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Yep, definitely a useful enchantment for someone who refuses to wear a helmet. [/quote]

I would think so.

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Talek gave the hide boots a disapproving glare. “These things are bloody ugly. Couldn’t the guy who made this made some better shoes? I know hide is warm and all but…”
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Put it this way, Talek - you'll look less ugly in these boots than you would with an eye missing. And without some kind of protection, it's only a matter of time until some archer gets lucky...[/quote]

Hey, if a fire arrow to the jaw doesn't teach him anything.... nothing will.

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Viconia continued. “And after ONE day, you trust me, even if every other person, including the halfling and the wizard, have told you not to?”
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That's Talek for you. [/quote]

Yep, "trust is for the foolish and the dead" indeed.

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A scowl appeared on Talek’s face. “Khalid and Jaheira. Yeah. I DID make a mistake there. I make a lot of them. But not that one. Never again!”
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:D They're far more worthy of your trust than most Talek, whatever you want to think about them. [/quote]

And if Imoen can't convince Talek of that, then even the personal guarantee of every living being on Faerun, including Montaron, Xzar and Viconia, will convince Talek.

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“Oooh… Minsc has nightmares too. Of evil gnolls boiling Minsc’s witch in a big pot. With turnips!” He took out his hamster. “Boo always comforts Minsc. Would you like to hold him?”
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Poor Minsc. Can't say I'm too fond of Dynaheir, but I hope they get there in time to save her. [/quote]

Heh, Dynaheir. I hope I'll be able to write her tolerable, because she IS gonna stick around.

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“What is done is done, Imoen. Besides, I have thought about it. If Talek would indeed refuse to travel with us, it might have been the best solution for the short term. You and he alone would have little chance on your own, and I wouldn’t put it past Montaron to arrange an ‘accident’ for you.”
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Nah, I think Talek's protectiveness towards Immy would have kept her safe. But I doubt she'd have been too happy with the others, given the path Talek's taken lately. [/quote]

Hm, Montaron WOULD think twice. But he IS clever and Talek IS stupid. There are was more subtle then 'missing a trap.' If he's REALLY clever, he'd manage to put the blame on Khalid and Jaheira.

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“But I’m scared, Jaheira. I’m scared about what might happen to Talek. What he might become. I was worried in Candlekeep, now I’m scared.” She breathed deeply a few times.
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:) And with reason, unfortunately. [/quote]

:) Yes.

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“Absolutely not.” Jaheira said vehemently. “I have sworn to protect Talek. I would be spitting on Gorion’s grave if I did that! If Talek acts inappropriately, I shall make sure he sees the errors of his ways, once I regain his trust that is.”
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And that sure won't be easy. But I hope for Talek's sake that it happens eventually. [/quote]

It'd be hard.

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Jaheira went back under her covers. “Just remember that Imoen. It has just been a day. There is only so much trouble even Talek can get into in a day.”
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Maybe...but it's a lot of trouble. And there's likely to be plenty more days ahead before you see him again... [/quote]

True...

[quote] Nitpick: would Jaheira not be sleeping in a different tent with Khalid? [/quote]

Hm... I figured that since they have two tents, that would mean Minsc would sleep with Imoen. And while those two are pretty innocent, I think Jaheira and Khalid would deal with seperation for a few nights. Until they find Dynaheir that is.

[quote] Nice chapter. :)[/quote]

Thanks. :) And thanks for commenting.

#5 Guest_Rand Al'Tor_*

Posted 29 December 2003 - 12:54 PM

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Xzar was sounding unusually sane as he explained what his spell and his knowledge could tell him. Viconia seemed interested in the story; Montaron looked around the road for troubles. They were on the way back to Nashkel. Viconia had healed the injuries, and Xzar had cast a cantrip that had mended Talek’s armour. He had then nagged Talek to identify the sword. It turned out to be a tough job, as Talek seemed unwilling to let go of the sword, almost jumping around of joy as he swung the enchanted blade. In the end he had permitted Xzar to cast his spell, and then had asked the sword back before the last syllable had finished echoing completely.
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They really should not allow Talek to tamper with unindentified magical items... he might try on a certain belt that very certain ogre near FAI carries with him. :D [/quote]

You'd love that, wouldn't you? :) But the belt WILL make an appearance.

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Montaron smirked. “Oh, he’s a fool all right, but I’ve been keeping an eye on him. He’s getting used to the sword. His cuts are a lot more accurate than when he just got it. Ye don’t learn to use a sword by listening to old stories. At least he’s learnt that.”
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I would have been more calmer if Varscona had ended in Khalid's hands like it happens in my games... I don't trust Talek to put it to GOOD use. :( [/quote]

He'll... put it to a LOT of use.

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“Wish he’d learn some other things too.” Montaron softly said, then yelled. “Yes, I’ve seen it. Just like I’ve seen it the last thirty times, and just like I’ve told ye the last thirty. We ain’t passed a tree ye didn’t give a haircut.”
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That's bad... why can't he give Monty a haircut instead... [/quote]

:wink: Ooooh... Is he perhaps a rival for Viconia's love to your own gnomish assassin? :)

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Montaron grumbles something and the party walked on. Soon after, they reached the town. The dispenser of the bounties had already gone to bed, so the party headed for the inn. When they came in, the innkeeper suddenly paled.
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'grumbled' [/quote]

Ack... right you are. Major blunder.

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“D… don’t play dumb. I’ve heard everything. You’ve killed master Nimbul and fled town. G… get out of here or I’ll… call the guard.” The innkeeper hid behind the counter.
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Wonder why he is so fond of that idiot Nimbul. [/quote]

He rented the best room? This is Amn. Gold = decency. Well... up to a point. A point Talek has passed.

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“And I’ve got proof!” Xzar yelled as he pulled out Prism’s head out of the bag. “Don’t worry. All the blood’s out. OUCH. Monty! You kicked me!”
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Gee, I wonder why... [/quote]

Montaron gets to kick a LOT of shins.

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“All right.” The innkeeper looked away from the head and surveyed the rest of the party. His eyes widened as he saw Viconia for the first time. “oh no, I’m not having that FILTH in my inn.” He said indignant as he pointed at the drow.
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Why not, stupid? I bet you have secret peeping holes in all the walls... [/quote]

;) He could charge admittance.

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“Lady de Vir” Viconia said, and instantly almost looked surprised she said it. She continued “For what it’s worth, I am a daughter of a Drow house.” Montaron gave her a surprised stare. Talek whistled.
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[quote]
“Whow… you’re nobility?” He turned to the innkeeper again. “LADY de Vir then.”
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Feels kind of weird to address a drow on the surface as belonging to 'nobility'... [/quote]

Yeah, but Talek doesn't really make the distinction.

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“Right. So, let’s get you a room then, eh Viconia? And only the best room of the bloody inn will do for drow nobility.” Talek badly mimicked a noble’s drawl.
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Don't be a suck-up, Talek. [/quote]

Heh, it's more that he feels like pissing off the innkeeper and sending a message that insulting Viconia will not be tolerated. His PREFERRED way of doing that would be of course gutting the innkeeper like a fish.

[quote] How about making Talek meet some of those snotty nobles from Waterdeep or Neverwinter? Muahaha... ;) [/quote]

;) :) :)

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“Wow… not bad!” Talek said appreciatively as they entered the luxurious ‘room’. It was more then one room actually. It had a sitting room with a sofa, a hearth, an ornate table and a selection of books and bottles with spirits, a bathing room with a beautiful bathtub and a bedroom with a bed large enough for three persons with expensive looking sheets.
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Perfectly suited for the Three Zhents. Talek's practically one of them, now. :D [/quote]

Hey, as Montaron said. Talek kind of lacks the 'subtlety' thing Zhentarim agents need. He's likely to announce his allegiance to the world at every available opportunity. Not to mention he's insubordinate. I don't think the Zhentarim superiors would take kindly to have orders answered with. "Get lost. I'm busy tracking down my father's murderer."

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“Let me see if I can get some basics of economics trough that skull of ye. Gold buys magic swords.” Montaron said sarcastically. “What’s this? Hm… strange boots. Doesn’t go with any of the other outfits. Much too sensible. Not like we need them though.” The boots were tossed in the living room, hitting Xzar in the stomach.
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It's just not fair that Talek's group gets all the good magical items while Jaheira's group is struggling in the wilderness... okay, they will get the Dex gaunts, and maybe some other items... [/quote]

Eh...I kinda forget where all the magical items in BG are, so I'll probably just let them buy/find a random magical sword.

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“ENCHANTED boots?” Montaron sounded very interested. “Ye know what it does? A nice pair could get us a LOT of coin.”
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It might be much more useful to wear them, stupid. [/quote]

They aren't his size. :D

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“The two of them won’t be the ones charging a bunch of archers that are aiming for the eyes. And since ye STILL refuse to use a shield or helmet, this thing might save yer ass. So wear the bloody things.”
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Uh, so how do the Boots of Avoidance work? They aren't supposed to deflect arrows, iirc... and definitely not those that are hitting one in the eye... [quote]

Not sure. I can hardly have Xzar say 'they give +4 to AC against missile weapons' SO I just imagine that arrows that aren't actually going straight for the fatal spot get magically thrown off course. But it isn't full-proof (or fool proof) by a long shot (or for a close shot)

Okay, I'll stop with the punsnow.

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Montaron’s face twitched. “Just… put on the boots, okay? Stunning good looks never saved anyone from arrows.”
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[quote]
Viconia gave a short laughter. “I’m not sure about that.”
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I'm sure she has saved herself plenty of times that way... [/quote]

Heh... drow pragmatism.

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Montaron took the assassin’s backpack and stuffed the valuables in and gave Talek a dry look. “Not as long as I keep the gold. Now let’s get our own stuff to our room. And then let’s see if we can find some place to sell this junk. At this hour there should be some people at the carnival who won’t ask questions.” He walked out of the room, followed by a sulking Xzar. “We’ll come back in a second priest.”
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Carnival? Branwen... ugh. [/quote]

Rest easy. No Branwen.

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Viconia studied his face. “Tell me, Montaron mentioned something to me about how you were betrayed recently.”
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A scowl appeared on Talek’s face. “Khalid and Jaheira. Yeah. I DID make a mistake there. I make a lot of them. But not that one. Never again!”
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[quote]
“But you still trust me.” The drow asked.
[/quote]

[quote]
“I’m not letting those two make up how I live or whom I trust. I know to watch my back with them around, that’s it!”
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Talek's definition of what 'trust' is, seems to be way off from the generally accepted one. I mean it is obvious that Jaheira and Khalid look like someone capable of stabbing you in the back, while Monty looks as innocent as a lamb. [/quote]

Jaheira isn't even ALLOWED to stab. But yeah, Talek isn't really able to measure 'trustworthy' so he just assumes everyone friendly to be trustworthy until they do something like Jaheira and Khalid did, and then he considers them the biggest traitors in the universe.

Talek isnt exactly Mr. Rational Thought as I'm sure you noticed.

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Viconia stared at the closed door. “Talek Gorionson. He wouldn’t last 5 seconds in Menzoberranzan. Utter and total fool. If it wasn’t for the thief’s warning, I’d have him eat out of my hands already.” She looked at the room and smiled. “But I can’t say I disapprove of this particular action.”
[/quote]

I bet Viconia will have a great time, manipulating and twisting Talek around her finger. [/quote]

:) Problem of course is, make a wrong twist and you'll los eyour finger, your hand and your head. Viconia doesn't have Imoen to plead for her life. And Montaron is keeping an eye on her.

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Talek standing with a noose around his neck. Beside him Montaron and Xzar were already hung, their bodies moving softly. The crowd around were jeering. Talek was glaring at them with the look she knew. The look he usually gave to most people in Candlekeep. An executioner, dressed in loose black clothing with a cap over his head was tightening the noose around his neck.
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Aww... it's only a dream.... :D [/quote]

I can FEEL the love.

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“Do not interfere Imoen. Today we are doing what we should have done a long time ago. He’s a born murderer, and he’ll die like one.” His voice sounded stern and hard. The crowd roared in approval.
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He wasn't exactly a born murderer, but you yourself had a part in making him one, friend. [/quote]

Aye.

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“Your mercy is misplaced, child. Justice will be served.” Imoen looked at the executioner. The cap had been removed that it was a woman holding the lever operating the trap door. “The Balance demands payment done for crimes committed.”
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AWWWWW! :D [/quote]

I'm sure Theodur would love her in an executioner costume too. He'd probably have a fantasy or two about that as well eh? :) :)

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“Oooh… Minsc has nightmares too. Of evil gnolls boiling Minsc’s witch in a big pot. With turnips!” He took out his hamster. “Boo always comforts Minsc. Would you like to hold him?”
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Aww... a Dynaheir stew... sounds rather nice... :D [/quote]

And ANOTHER Dynaheir lover. Seems like making HER likeable might be harder than making Talek sympathetic.

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“Right. Minsc will go outside and look for evil then.” The head vanished.
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You don't normally have to look far... [/quote]

Murphy's law. They ALWAYS come when you're dozing off.

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Imoen nodded. She wiped her face and seemed surprised there were tears on it. “It was… about Talek. Oh Jaheira, you were right. I should have never let him go alone with them.” It was clear who ‘them’ were. Imoen’s face was wracked with guilt.
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Yep, that's right. [/quote]

Saying that wouldn't exactly HELP.

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“You were the executioner Jaheira. You said… you said he had to answer for his crimes.” She looked pleadingly at the druid. “You wouldn’t do it, right Jaheira? If Talek does… stupid… things…” her voice hesitated on the innocent words. “You wouldn’t… kill him would you?”
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Depends on what Talek does... if he was to threaten Khalid again, I'm sure Jaheira would do anything to stop him. [/quote]

Yeah well, that goes without saying.

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“Absolutely not.” Jaheira said vehemently. “I have sworn to protect Talek. I would be spitting on Gorion’s grave if I did that! If Talek acts inappropriately, I shall make sure he sees the errors of his ways, once I regain his trust that is.”
[/quote]

Heh, too bad that Talek's already eating from the palm of someone else. But I am sure that Jaheira will soon recognize that Talek is a lost cause, she is not a fool. Especially when and if she learns about the way Talek killed Prism. [/quote]

:( Eh... I was planning to accentuate Jaheira as being really stubborn. I know she desserts you in the game if you stray too much toward evil but... After all, she swore an oath to Gorion, and Jaheira strikes me a sthe type to whom word is bond.

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“Probably not.” Jaheira smiled. “He is still excited about the gnoll traces he found. After watching him in battle I must your choice was inspired. And after talking to him, I can see why you assume he might find common ground with Talek.” She yawned. “But enough talk. It has been an all too long day and I had guard duty yesterday in the mines. I need sleep.”
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'I must say your choice' - I think there is a word missing. [/quote]

*slaps forehead* This happens WAY too often.

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Jaheira went back under her covers. “Just remember that Imoen. It has just been a day. There is only so much trouble even Talek can get into in a day.”
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Why is Jaheira sharing a tent with Imoen, not with Khalid? :D[/quote]

Because then Imoen would have to share a tent with Minsc. And they're both pretty innocent, but perhaps not quite enough.

#6 Guest_Theodur_*

Posted 29 December 2003 - 02:29 PM


That's bad... why can't he give Monty a haircut instead...


:wink: Ooooh... Is he perhaps a rival for Viconia's love to your own gnomish assassin? :)


Actually, they both were halflings :D And no, Viconia and Montaron never met, she wasn't in the BG1 party. I sort of forgot to visit Peldvale...


Wonder why he is so fond of that idiot Nimbul.


He rented the best room? This is Amn. Gold = decency. Well... up to a point. A point Talek has passed.


Nashkel has been stated as being very independent of the rest of Amn, prolly because of the location. So, it never really struck me as a very Amnish city... but yeah, your point is valid, regardless :)


Uh, so how do the Boots of Avoidance work? They aren't supposed to deflect arrows, iirc... and definitely not those that are hitting one in the eye...


Not sure. I can hardly have Xzar say 'they give +4 to AC against missile weapons' SO I just imagine that arrows that aren't actually going straight for the fatal spot get magically thrown off course. But it isn't full-proof (or fool proof) by a long shot (or for a close shot)


That's pretty much what I imagine too, but when you made Xzar say 'deflect' arrows, I immediately got this image of an arrow bouncing off from someone's eyeball... maybe you could rephrase it without using the word 'deflect'? ;)

I'm sure Theodur would love her in an executioner costume too. He'd probably have a fantasy or two about that as well eh? :) ;)


Not until you went and said that... now he probably will. ;)


Aww... a Dynaheir stew... sounds rather nice... :)


And ANOTHER Dynaheir lover. Seems like making HER likeable might be harder than making Talek sympathetic.


Well, two things irritate me about Dynaheir. First, her archaic speech patterns and secondly, her smug righteousness. "For Right! And I always am!" Other than that, I don't particularly dislike her.


Heh, too bad that Talek's already eating from the palm of someone else. But I am sure that Jaheira will soon recognize that Talek is a lost cause, she is not a fool. Especially when and if she learns about the way Talek killed Prism.


:) Eh... I was planning to accentuate Jaheira as being really stubborn. I know she desserts you in the game if you stray too much toward evil but... After all, she swore an oath to Gorion, and Jaheira strikes me a sthe type to whom word is bond.


Well, yes - I think she is stubborn, more stubborn than most. But I think that there is a point when Jaheira also would also see and admit that her efforts are for naught and her time would be better spent righting wrongs elsewhere. Also, making her overly stubborn would create impression that she is not exactly... wise. Which I think she is. Plus, there is the question of pride, and 'pride' is something that imo defines Jaheira. She will not take insults and humiliation for more than once or twice - if she offers her help to Talek and instead gets ridiculed and humiliated, then I don't quite see her going for the same approach again. I think she is too proud to do that.[/rant]


Why is Jaheira sharing a tent with Imoen, not with Khalid? :)


Because then Imoen would have to share a tent with Minsc. And they're both pretty innocent, but perhaps not quite enough.


Well, just a very minor nitpick, but... I think that Jaheira is very practical woman and would have thought to gather an extra tent for the occasion - especially considering that there will be one more person returning with them - Dynaheir. And in Minsc they have a perfect mule to carry extra load. I think that would be a bit more logical, but hey - it's not a big deal. :)

#7 Guest_Rand Al'Tor_*

Posted 29 December 2003 - 03:42 PM

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[quote]
That's bad... why can't he give Monty a haircut instead... [/quote]
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[quote]
:wink: Ooooh... Is he perhaps a rival for Viconia's love to your own gnomish assassin? :)
[/quote]

Actually, they both were halflings :) And no, Viconia and Montaron never met, she wasn't in the BG1 party. I sort of forgot to visit Peldvale... [/quote]

Ahw...

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Wonder why he is so fond of that idiot Nimbul. [/quote]
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He rented the best room? This is Amn. Gold = decency. Well... up to a point. A point Talek has passed.
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Nashkel has been stated as being very independent of the rest of Amn, prolly because of the location. So, it never really struck me as a very Amnish city... but yeah, your point is valid, regardless :) [/quote]

Yeah, I guess it doesn't really make the same impression as Athkatla.

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Uh, so how do the Boots of Avoidance work? They aren't supposed to deflect arrows, iirc... and definitely not those that are hitting one in the eye... [/quote]
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Not sure. I can hardly have Xzar say 'they give +4 to AC against missile weapons' SO I just imagine that arrows that aren't actually going straight for the fatal spot get magically thrown off course. But it isn't full-proof (or fool proof) by a long shot (or for a close shot)
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That's pretty much what I imagine too, but when you made Xzar say 'deflect' arrows, I immediately got this image of an arrow bouncing off from someone's eyeball... maybe you could rephrase it without using the word 'deflect'? :D [/quote]
Hmm.. you're right. Will do that.

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I'm sure Theodur would love her in an executioner costume too. He'd probably have a fantasy or two about that as well eh? :) ;)
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Not until you went and said that... now he probably will. :) [/quote]

You know what the French call 'la petite mort' (the small death)eh? :) ;)

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Aww... a Dynaheir stew... sounds rather nice... :( [/quote]
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And ANOTHER Dynaheir lover. Seems like making HER likeable might be harder than making Talek sympathetic.
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Well, two things irritate me about Dynaheir. First, her archaic speech patterns and secondly, her smug righteousness. "For Right! And I always am!" Other than that, I don't particularly dislike her. [/quote]

I will probably keep those characteristics, but she WILL be a good person, and rathe rintelligent. STill, she and Jaheira will provide an.... interesting alchemy ;)


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:) Eh... I was planning to accentuate Jaheira as being really stubborn. I know she desserts you in the game if you stray too much toward evil but... After all, she swore an oath to Gorion, and Jaheira strikes me a sthe type to whom word is bond.
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Well, yes - I think she is stubborn, more stubborn than most. But I think that there is a point when Jaheira also would also see and admit that her efforts are for naught and her time would be better spent righting wrongs elsewhere. Also, making her overly stubborn would create impression that she is not exactly... wise. Which I think she is. [/quote]

So do I. Jaheira is no fool. But I do think she CAN be a tad impulsive at times. Especially when loved ones such as Khalid or Gorion are involved. She WILL eventually realise that her odds for redeeming Talek are small, but by then, she might have already made too many promises to stop. Besides, wise or not, Jaheira does NOT strike me as the person who would call it quits easily. Talek will have to go FAR before she would actually WANT to give up.


[quote] Plus, there is the question of pride, and 'pride' is something that imo defines Jaheira. She will not take insults and humiliation for more than once or twice - if she offers her help to Talek and instead gets ridiculed and humiliated, then I don't quite see her going for the same approach again. I think she is too proud to do that.[/rant] [/quote]

Talek isn't the type to ridicule or humiliate. When he hates someone, he wants their heads cut, not their pride broken. He'll threaten her and command her to leave him the hell alone, but ridicule isn't his style. Threats and commands being of course something which would only reinforce Jaheira's resolve I would think.

Also, again, Jaheira strikes me as the type who, when she swore an oath, might REGRET that oath, but wouldn't break it.

But don't worry... I dont intend to make Jaheira unhappy ALL the time.

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Why is Jaheira sharing a tent with Imoen, not with Khalid? :([/quote]
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Because then Imoen would have to share a tent with Minsc. And they're both pretty innocent, but perhaps not quite enough.[/quote]

Well, just a very minor nitpick, but... I think that Jaheira is very practical woman and would have thought to gather an extra tent for the occasion - especially considering that there will be one more person returning with them - Dynaheir. And in Minsc they have a perfect mule to carry extra load. I think that would be a bit more logical, but hey - it's not a big deal. :D[/quote] [/quote]

Eh... you're right really.... dang. I want to have Imoen talk to Jaheira after the nightmare, but it wouldn't make sense for Jaheira to stand guard as she did that the day before.... I'll have to see if I can figure something out.

#8 Laufey

Posted 30 December 2003 - 10:15 PM

Gah... why must these things always end up longer then I thought they would. Ah well, guess with a name from Robert Jordan's book it's expected that you get a story that isn't as fast paced as some others eh? :D


Heh, do I ever know the feeling. :D


Xzar opened his eyes and looked around. “And that’s the tale of Varscona’s…. HEY! Where is Talek?”


Montaron and Viconia silently pointed towards a few trees that stood on a small hill a bit ahead of them. Talek was whooping in excitement as the sword cut through the wood with surgical precision.


LOL! No, I can't see Talek patiently sitting still to hear the full story. :D


They passed by him. “Hey, Montaron. Did you see that? The sword goes RIGHT through it.”


“Wish he’d learn some other things too.” Montaron softly said, then yelled. “Yes, I’ve seen it. Just like I’ve seen it the last thirty times, and just like I’ve told ye the last thirty. We ain’t passed a tree ye didn’t give a haircut.”


Talek rushed down the hill with a wide grin on his face, swiping at the air with his sword. “I love this thing. It cuts wood like a knife through a nice piece of pork. And when I’m swinging it, it’s like it’s flying towards its target itself. Man, I can’t wait to try this baby in a fight.”


Awwwww! :twisted: Just like a kid with a new toy. :D


Montaron intervened. “Yer rumours forget to mention some things. For one, that Nimbul ye’re so fond off was an assassin. And we didn’t flee the town, we went out to catch some thief, all nice and legal. We’re here to get a room so we can get the bounty tomorrow.”


“And I’ve got proof!” Xzar yelled as he pulled out Prism’s head out of the bag. “Don’t worry. All the blood’s out. OUCH. Monty! You kicked me!”


Yeah, that will reassure him...


Montaron’s voice sounded content from the bedroom. “The assassin’s backpack. This is nice. We might just make some profit out of your idiocy after all. Seems the guy was pretty successful in the past. Had a penchant for jewellery too. And this is silk. All black and ‘oooh look, I’m an assassin. Be scared of me’ of course. Goes to show all the gold can’t buy taste I guess.”


As the creator of another assassin fond of black, I suppose I should mention that at least he doesn't wear it to look cool. :twisted:


Talek gave the hide boots a disapproving glare. “These things are bloody ugly. Couldn’t the guy who made this made some better shoes? I know hide is warm and all but…”


Montaron’s face twitched. “Just… put on the boots, okay? Stunning good looks never saved anyone from arrows.”


Poor Monty, having to manage this group. :lol:


Talek frowned, as if the question was the most foolish he had heard. “What? You fought with us, you healed us, you’ve guarded us and even if I don’t exactly understand what happened, Xzar says you saved me. What else am I supposed to call you?”


Viconia continued. “And after ONE day, you trust me, even if every other person, including the halfling and the wizard, have told you not to?”


Talek's approach may not be all that wise...but it *is* pretty endearing. :twisted:


“No, NO! It’s not true. Let him go! LET HIM GO!” Imoen yelled. She stormed the middle-aged guardsman and tried to pound him out of the way with her fists, but he didn’t budge until suddenly he jerked and fell over backwards.


She looked at Talek again. He was still standing there with a noose on his neck, but now he was smiling the contented smile she had come to expect when he killed. Except it didn’t disappear. In his hand he had a bloody bastard sword. Blood seemed to stream from it, rather then drip, falling over the stairs to her feet. He seemed to see her for the first time and waved at her.


Brrrrr...majorly scary dream. Poor Immy.


“You were the executioner Jaheira. You said… you said he had to answer for his crimes.” She looked pleadingly at the druid. “You wouldn’t do it, right Jaheira? If Talek does… stupid… things…” her voice hesitated on the innocent words. “You wouldn’t… kill him would you?”


“Absolutely not.” Jaheira said vehemently. “I have sworn to protect Talek. I would be spitting on Gorion’s grave if I did that! If Talek acts inappropriately, I shall make sure he sees the errors of his ways, once I regain his trust that is.”


Unfortunately, regaining his trust won't be all that easy...
Rogues do it from behind.

#9 Guest_Rand Al'Tor_*

Posted 31 December 2003 - 01:29 AM

Gah... why must these things always end up longer then I thought they would. Ah well, guess with a name from Robert Jordan's book it's expected that you get a story that isn't as fast paced as some others eh? :twisted:


Heh, do I ever know the feeling. :twisted:


Heh... but OTHER people never notice it seems.



Xzar opened his eyes and looked around. “And that’s the tale of Varscona’s…. HEY! Where is Talek?”


Montaron and Viconia silently pointed towards a few trees that stood on a small hill a bit ahead of them. Talek was whooping in excitement as the sword cut through the wood with surgical precision.


LOL! No, I can't see Talek patiently sitting still to hear the full story. :wink:


While he just has a new magical sword? He won't sit still for an ogre in a ballerinadress.


They passed by him. “Hey, Montaron. Did you see that? The sword goes RIGHT through it.”


“Wish he’d learn some other things too.” Montaron softly said, then yelled. “Yes, I’ve seen it. Just like I’ve seen it the last thirty times, and just like I’ve told ye the last thirty. We ain’t passed a tree ye didn’t give a haircut.”


Talek rushed down the hill with a wide grin on his face, swiping at the air with his sword. “I love this thing. It cuts wood like a knife through a nice piece of pork. And when I’m swinging it, it’s like it’s flying towards its target itself. Man, I can’t wait to try this baby in a fight.”


Awwwww! :lol: Just like a kid with a new toy. :twisted:


Yep... of course, he plays Deadly Games. (just comes back from playing Jagged Alliance and now keeps imagining Talek with a shotgun)



Montaron intervened. “Yer rumours forget to mention some things. For one, that Nimbul ye’re so fond off was an assassin. And we didn’t flee the town, we went out to catch some thief, all nice and legal. We’re here to get a room so we can get the bounty tomorrow.”


“And I’ve got proof!” Xzar yelled as he pulled out Prism’s head out of the bag. “Don’t worry. All the blood’s out. OUCH. Monty! You kicked me!”


Yeah, that will reassure him...


When MONTARON is your most decent looking person, you're screwed.



Montaron’s voice sounded content from the bedroom. “The assassin’s backpack. This is nice. We might just make some profit out of your idiocy after all. Seems the guy was pretty successful in the past. Had a penchant for jewellery too. And this is silk. All black and ‘oooh look, I’m an assassin. Be scared of me’ of course. Goes to show all the gold can’t buy taste I guess.”


As the creator of another assassin fond of black, I suppose I should mention that at least he doesn't wear it to look cool. :)


:twisted: Yeah, but Montaron has a pretty low oppinion about assassins.


Talek gave the hide boots a disapproving glare. “These things are bloody ugly. Couldn’t the guy who made this made some better shoes? I know hide is warm and all but…”


Montaron’s face twitched. “Just… put on the boots, okay? Stunning good looks never saved anyone from arrows.”


Poor Monty, having to manage this group. :twisted:


And this is BEFORE Edwin joins the group.


Talek frowned, as if the question was the most foolish he had heard. “What? You fought with us, you healed us, you’ve guarded us and even if I don’t exactly understand what happened, Xzar says you saved me. What else am I supposed to call you?”


Viconia continued. “And after ONE day, you trust me, even if every other person, including the halfling and the wizard, have told you not to?”


Talek's approach may not be all that wise...but it *is* pretty endearing. :wink:


Cheerful, suicidal trustfullness.


“No, NO! It’s not true. Let him go! LET HIM GO!” Imoen yelled. She stormed the middle-aged guardsman and tried to pound him out of the way with her fists, but he didn’t budge until suddenly he jerked and fell over backwards.


She looked at Talek again. He was still standing there with a noose on his neck, but now he was smiling the contented smile she had come to expect when he killed. Except it didn’t disappear. In his hand he had a bloody bastard sword. Blood seemed to stream from it, rather then drip, falling over the stairs to her feet. He seemed to see her for the first time and waved at her.


Brrrrr...majorly scary dream. Poor Immy.


:wink: And reality isn't that much better.



“You were the executioner Jaheira. You said… you said he had to answer for his crimes.” She looked pleadingly at the druid. “You wouldn’t do it, right Jaheira? If Talek does… stupid… things…” her voice hesitated on the innocent words. “You wouldn’t… kill him would you?”


“Absolutely not.” Jaheira said vehemently. “I have sworn to protect Talek. I would be spitting on Gorion’s grave if I did that! If Talek acts inappropriately, I shall make sure he sees the errors of his ways, once I regain his trust that is.”


Unfortunately, regaining his trust won't be all that easy...


Nope. Not at all. gaining it is almost automatically, regaining it... almost impossible.




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