Little Green Man
Gian was standing on top of the Ravenstorm’s sterncastle currently overseeing the repairs on one of the four binding struts that support the ship’s elemental ring when he heard a pair of arguing voices coming from within the Lyrandar docking tower. From the sound, it was fairly obvious that both the ship’s captain and the ship’s bookkeeper have arrived and that both their missions to the city did not go as they had expected it would be.
“I hate to tell you this Devlin, but I told you we couldn’t trust the guild to provide us with any job!” Corren nagged his half-elf companion as she walked beside him, wagging her finger accusingly to his face.
“It’s not my fault the guild doesn’t have any job it can offer us for now.” Devlin ran his hand thru his now unruly hair as he exasperatedly answered. “Besides, it’s not as if your own contacts came up with something that could help our situation!”
Corren looked like she was about to say something but quickly got the look of someone who was at lost for words in what to say and simply stomped off towards the ship’s stairs heading for the crew cabins.
Taking his cue from the break in the conversation below, Gian took the chance to swing down from where he was and gracefully landed on the main deck between the new arrivals.
“If you two are done fighting; I think there’s someone who has been waiting for your return and that you should meet.” Gian stated as he led the others, who were still a bit surprised, towards the ship’s forecastle where a jade green warforged was standing by the ship’s rail and watching the city below.
At the sound of the group’s approach, the warforged looks up and moves towards them. Other than it’s color it is obvious that the warforged is unlike many of it’s kind – having a shorter, leaner and more refined version – something not suited for a regular warforged. It stands about a meter from the group and makes a polite reproduction of a cough.
“Excuse me, but I am looking for a particular individual, a certain Captain Devlin Sain d’Lyrandar.” Noting the looks of both humans turning towards the half-elf, the warforged continues its speech but now focuses its attention towards the Captain.
“I am Herald, a loyal servant of Popora ir’Boromar. Lord Popora desires a meeting to discuss a matter both of great urgency and extreme delicacy. The Lord requests you attend an audience with him and is willing to compensate well for both your time and attention.”
“I hate to tell you this Devlin, but I told you we couldn’t trust the guild to provide us with any job!” Corren nagged his half-elf companion as she walked beside him, wagging her finger accusingly to his face.
“It’s not my fault the guild doesn’t have any job it can offer us for now.” Devlin ran his hand thru his now unruly hair as he exasperatedly answered. “Besides, it’s not as if your own contacts came up with something that could help our situation!”
Corren looked like she was about to say something but quickly got the look of someone who was at lost for words in what to say and simply stomped off towards the ship’s stairs heading for the crew cabins.
Taking his cue from the break in the conversation below, Gian took the chance to swing down from where he was and gracefully landed on the main deck between the new arrivals.
“If you two are done fighting; I think there’s someone who has been waiting for your return and that you should meet.” Gian stated as he led the others, who were still a bit surprised, towards the ship’s forecastle where a jade green warforged was standing by the ship’s rail and watching the city below.
At the sound of the group’s approach, the warforged looks up and moves towards them. Other than it’s color it is obvious that the warforged is unlike many of it’s kind – having a shorter, leaner and more refined version – something not suited for a regular warforged. It stands about a meter from the group and makes a polite reproduction of a cough.
“Excuse me, but I am looking for a particular individual, a certain Captain Devlin Sain d’Lyrandar.” Noting the looks of both humans turning towards the half-elf, the warforged continues its speech but now focuses its attention towards the Captain.
“I am Herald, a loyal servant of Popora ir’Boromar. Lord Popora desires a meeting to discuss a matter both of great urgency and extreme delicacy. The Lord requests you attend an audience with him and is willing to compensate well for both your time and attention.”
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