Delphinn grins. "Well now tabarifa, you have me intrigued. What did you say your name was?"Zorn wrote: An elf with snow-white hair, pale skin, and fiendish looking eyes approaches you. Despite her appearance, you sense that her intentions may not be hostile.
" I understand that you run a little trade organization . . . Normally I would never be interested in the petty trade of others outside of the Cloudpeak Mountains, but after living deep within the mountains and speaking to the inhabitants there, perhaps I could provide some sort of connection. . .
Allow me to further explain . . . you see, the creatures up in the mountains, the yeti, the elements, the mephits. . they are nothing but mindless or enslaved beasts, but the Frost Giant's... they speak their own language,' Joutin, Joutan' or however you wish to call it, but in our common tongue they speak 'Giant'. I happen, to be one of those versed quite well in Giant and have traveled for nearly a century within these peaks, speaking to those who lurk there and trade within the mountains. . . .
Furthermore, I am familiar with the Neshkel mines, having frequently passed by on trips and such towards the mountains . . . I understand you have some sort of work to be done there?
In any case, the choice is yours. Trading is not exactly my cup of tea, as it were, but I am able to do a fair amount of communication with the creatures that dwell in the frozen wilds of the mountains. You will probably have no better offer in these frozen wastes, as the majority of adventurers and traders rather fear the Ice Giants . . . "
She nods slightly, and waits for a response.
*She smirks a little bit.* "Oh yes . . . wherever are my manners?. . . My name is Varia Xia'eivra, a denizen of Neshkel and the Cloudpeak Mountains. I am forever venturing across the peaks towards Lake Weng, and often inspect the Ice caverns near the mines there. . . but enough talk of this outside. . I am sure you seek your warmth and comfort in the inn here. . . And I thank you for not choosing the tavern opposite of Town . . It lacks the sort of homely feeling I'd much rather have whilst conversing. " *She speaks and awaits for Delphinn to lead the way into the Northern Lights Inn.*Delphinn grins. "Well now tabarifa, you have me intrigued. What did you say your name was?"
Delphinn glances up and down the street, then looks towards the Norther Lights Inn. "Perhaps we can take a seat and discuss more. I'm very curious to hear what you offer. We can also talk about the mine."
Elad would tell Shialla to check back in a couple of days, because if Delphinn is not in his office he would certainly leave her a letter with more information.gimchi wrote:Shialla Shi'arroh stops by the Merchant League and leaves a note for Delphinn reminding him that she is interested in working as a guard at least until his new venture is established.
The clerk there tells her about the two requirements, willingness to take orders from an Orc, and the need to pass muster by a Living Saint - both things that Delphinn failed to mention when they spoke near the Troll Claw Hills.
She remembers how fair of face he was, and how delightfully flirtatious and quick witted.
A flush of heat runs through her when she recalls his eyes. At last there was another man in Baldur's Gate who understands that "Hoo, I'd like ta get you in the sack!" really isn't sophisticated enough for anyone with an IQ larger than a field mouse. For a moment she recalls the wicked ranger Merrok Shadowstep whose glib tongue and excessive charm had annoyed and delighted her in equal measure.
I wonder where he got to?
She asks about the Saint, then sets off to the orphanage to speak with her.
Nothing ventured, nothing gained.
//ooc Sister Meri runs the Orphanage right??