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[SOLDIER First]

"A pessimistic outlook, friend."

[Chevaleresse]

"A pessimistic outlook, friend."

"Pessimism, realism. If the people around me are not competent then they are going to die in a place like this, if the stories have any truth to then at all."

[My Name is Immaterial]

"Milady is of the house Frostwind, friend. Surely you have heard of them."

Brother Robert scratches his face, frowning. His knowledge of the noble houses of Valkain is mostly picked up from tavern gossip. "Hold on, lemme think. They aint the yam farmers, those're the Frostbanes, they ain't the her'tics, those are the Frostkeepers, and they ain't the goatshaggers, those are the Frosthorns. Frostwind's are the old as dirt ones, right?" Brother Robert turns to Freyja, looking for confirmation. After a moment, he realizes that he might have caused offense, and amends "No 'fense, m'l'dy. And I can't bow, liver problems 'n all. S'rry."

Brother Robert shrugs. "You wanna deal w'h me an' a blown liver?"

"Pleasssse, no."

"Th'n don't go 'rand ask'n' people with liver pr'b'ms to bow, mate."

Taros takes a look at whoever is in his wagon. They are all as silent as him, especially compared to the lively wagon ahead, from which sounds of mundane conversations can be heard.
He sighs in the wind, half talking to himself.
"It's been a while. I wonder how long before we reach our destination."

"Beer 'elps pass the time. G't a mug? I'll pour you some."

[AbstractTraitorHero]

"Incorrect as long as we cooperate efficiently we should be all fine even if one if us is completely useless they will be useful simply because we shore up there weaknesses and can help them build on their strengths."

[SOLDIER First]

"Pessimism, realism. If the people around me are not competent then they are going to die in a place like this, if the stories have any truth to then at all."

"Certainly none would ever dream of coming here should they not be competent enough. Though many have fallen, it is simply because they were not capable enough, I'm sure.

...Goatshaggers?"

[Chevaleresse]

"I'd hope not, but never underestimate a determimed idiot."

[Nakéen]

"Beer 'elps pass the time. G't a mug? I'll pour you some."

"With pleasure sir monk. The cold was beginning to get into my bones."

[Pencil_Art]

"You haven't heard of goatshaggers?"

[SOLDIER First]

"I believe I may have an... inkling of who they are..."

[My Name is Immaterial]

"...Goatshaggers?"

"Tha's what I said, nah? Goatshaggers, the lot of them! I th'ght that every'ne had 'eard of the Frosth'rn goatshaggers!"

"Beer 'elps pass the time. G't a mug? I'll pour you some."

"With pleasure sir monk. The cold was beginning to get into my bones."

Brother Robert puts his own mug down, and returns to the wagon with his barrel of beer. After a few moments of banging around in there, he returns with a mostly full tankard, and hands it to Taros. "I's my own brew. Car'ful, drink it too fast, and ye'll be out l'ke a soggy campf're."
If one is brave enough to down the dark brown and murky beverage, it's just as strong as he described. Nothing that anyone who's got a hardy gullet can't stomach, but, drink it too fast, and you will be out for the count.

[spümpkin]

Ishtari hisses. "Onccccce I reclaim my honor, I will perssssonally ssssee to your desssstruction."

"Well? Bring it, then! Or do you need an army to fight a girl?"
Freyja glares at the Naga, then sighs.
"Y-You're not worth my time!"

Ishtari uncurls from his sitting position, and roars. He unsheathes his sword, and brandishes it, along with his shield. The wagon would begin to shake underneath his applied weight. "I WILL GLADLY 'BRING IT'!"

"You have no guarantee he will carry out such an act, nor that he even intends to at all. It could easily be an empty threat, and then you would be no better than a murderous brigand."

"Then perhaps the snake should only say what he means."

"OH, I MEAN IT! I ASSSSSSURE YOU OF THAT!"

[Pencil_Art]

Tiel looks at the naga strangely.

"You alright, old boy?"

[SOLDIER First]

Elidyr shakes his head, and then Ishtari, so he calmly steps between the two.

"Peace, friend."

[Chevaleresse]

The naga would find a spear leveled at his throat. "Then I'll put you down right now, snake."

[Pencil_Art]

"Weapons down, all."