"Anything about your tribe customs we need to know before bring you back?"
"The elder is very well respected, and it is customary that we show some sign of respect, be it a salute or a bow. The elder is over 70 winters old after all. Age is something we respect. I am 32 winters old myself, and in three years time, I will be considered quite old. Most men and women barely make it to see twenty winters. We are attacked often, as I said before."((I've been working on a spreadsheet for the current population of people for the past 9 hours, and I now have names for all 30 people excluding party members. Each person has dispositions like in DF, where they will be individually happy, sad, scared, etc. depending on how people are. I will give an overall ranking of what the people are like when asked, though you will have to ask Ewan or someone who has been with the people for at least 4 hours (this is dedicated time. Doing this will also increase spirits if you wish to do so). I also have (privately) where each person is from. I also have families listed (there are six married couples, and three have kids (Ritiki's family counts in this), and the rest are single or related as siblings), and I also will later involve their family wealth and such when taxes become a thing. I added some more nations, but one in particular should be of interest; the one you all left from:
Flodborg (Pronounced Floo-d-bore-guh) – The costal city where the refugees and the party left from. They are peaceful and mostly neutral, though they have gained the ire of Iscaaria and other nations for their kindness and generosity. They hold a large population of halflings, but other races are here as well. They’re mostly naval and based on trade and diplomacy.
For some extra stuff, Kain is native from here, and like people from here, is known to have a thick Dutch-like accent. Out of all the dialects and accents, a good chunk of the men present have this accent.))
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((Got ninja'd))
James frowns in thought and glances at the other three, noticing that Martijn has clearly checked out from the meeting and is paying it little attention, instead focusing his attention on trying to catch the eye of the woman with the Roc, and smiling winningly when she glances in his direction. "There's plenty to do, and little idea how long you will be gone. I understand that Varg was found in the swamps, so I'm guessing you'll have to pass through there on your way back to his tribe.
As for plans... I'd like to get someone to the the top of these cliffs. If we can establish a lookout post there, one of the refugees can keep an eye out during the day for ships or signs of landing. The caves are fine as a temporary solution, and I saw a man with a pickaxe who can work the caves to make them a bit more pleasant... or at least a bit bigger. If those of us who are armed can scout the woods, we might be able to find some fruit, vegtables and roots to round out the food supply, and look to find someplace more permanent."
"I understand.
Any objections?"