Caravan Traders

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"Yes, I would like to stay in this fine group. And money does sound good. And to take a break at a local tavern maybe?"

 

Khazar looks a the young fellow and smiles "So it is then we are officially a band of fine warriors nice to have you with us friend. Now then Drazhar we are close to Beregost are we not? if so what would be the first orders for our fine troupe to follow out?"

 

Drazhar looks at Khazar a bit puzzled,
"What? you're willing to take orders from me?"
Drazhar smiles and sets upon the topic with a jovial attitude.
"Well my fine accomplices, we must do good, we shall go to Beregost, encounter the Flaming fist there and hire out to further the cause of good, and hinder the cause of evil!"
Wit his last words he pulls out his sword, still with the tip missing, and points it to the horizon, himself squinting at the setting sun.
Drazhar looks at the puzzled faces of his friends and smiles.
"What like i'm not llowed to have a dramatical flourish every now and then?"
Drazhar stops smiling and adds seriously, "Yes we shall go Beregost, attend to the Flaming Fist that are stationed there, and hire out to rid them of the bandit problem, and whatever is behind them."
Drazhar looks at the others faces and waits for their reaction to his words.

 

Khazar looks at Drazhar's blade tip...

"oh yes and I think I had better get Taerom to fix that for you, but I don't think we should go and start bumping off all of the Flaming Fist warriors if that is your idea they at least are protecting the townspeople. I think we should first sort out the other problems that are around, possibly starting with the town cryer he might have some quests for us."

 

The caravan train was just cresting the hill to bring it in full view of the sprawling village that is, Beregost.
Leading the caravan was the Feathersnake carriage, (the founder of the feathersnake wagon).
Leading the main carriage was Drazhar, astride his nimble horse, glossy black coat reflecting the setting suns rays.
Looking over his shoulder he sees Khazar and Feirhanith riding their own mighty stallions towards him.
Smiling and looking back to the village he says over his shoulder, "The train is going to pull in here, and Whandall, the wagon master, will go down to there," Drazhar motions the village with a wide sweep of his arm, "to find somewhere for his family, and the other families, can stay. He'll come back in about an hour or so, and then the wagon will set off again.
"When he gets back we'll take our pay, and find somewhere to stay." He smiles over his shoulder at them both, "So, whadaya say?"
Before the two could answer, the door on the side of the wagon slid open to permit a large muscley man to swagger out.
"Drazhar!" He belows. Whandall Feathersnake walks up to Drazhar and scoops him up in a large bear hug. After depositing him, breathlessly to the ground, he smiles and turns to the two new adventurers, "You guys look after him, okay? He's a good guy, and remember your help was appreciated back at the slavers attack, so you can ride with us any time you want, okay?"
Drazhar stands up from the floor and dusts himself off.
"Thank you Whan, but we need to be setting on our own way from now."
Drazhar looks at Whandall with and apologetic hint to his eyes.
"Oh so its the usual routine is it? Well i'll be back with your pay. We got a good deal from our stock back in Naskel, so we can afford to pay you extra, this time! But don't expect anything more next time, okay!?"
Laughing the wagon master retreated back to his wagon and took the reins of his eldest son. Setting the horses at a canter, Whandall led his family carriage over the hill and started up a jovial song on the way to Beregost.

 

ooc:am I still part of this?

 

ooc: Anyone is apart of it. I would more than welcome any new people, or old people, to join in. Might get the post moving, no?