Everyone seemed to enjoyed the food that Deerfield slaved over the fire to make. Hard to go wrong with a simple seasoned fish on a campfire.
As Synthia took her first bite, a a large chunk of the fish came with it. With the "Oh crap" look in her face, she was trying to salvage the eating mistake. She ended up locking eyes with Deerfield in the moment and she immediately seemed a bit embarrassed, still trying to fix it. Some slurping noises were even being made. Finally, after she tamed herself, she said, "Really, very good mister Deerfield." With a timid smile of embarrassment. The others seconded the notion.
After a short while, the food was finished, Krisora took Deerfield up on the extra he cooked. The chatting slowed, but continued for a bit. Before long, Porter stood and took his leave to his tent. "Going to be another long day of travel tomorrow. Best to get some rest." Krisora was soon to follow, leaving Deerfield and Synthia alone around the dimming campfire. She looked tired and about ready to leave retire herself.
Death is no more than turning us over from time to eternity. Whether that eternity is damnation or salvation is determined in the time we have.
::Alexander would continue to wait out the evening eavesdropping on anything that sounded important or useful but remaining inside his shelter unless something drew him out.::
My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the workings of his lie On mine, and mouth scarce able to afford Suppression of the glee, that pursed and scored Its edge, at one more victim gained thereby.
(Alright Miro, this has to move on without Deerfield. Sorry, but he's posted more recently than his activity here and as we haven't heard anything since that, it's mosey on without him or consider bringing it to a conclusion.)
(Just going to go ahead and end it. Figure a bit of pay is in order despite accomplishing little. Not sure I can personally give it out as I am no GM.)
Synthia decides she cannot outlast Deerfield in the contest and bids him good dreams before making her way to sleep. Deerfield joins the ranks of sleeping adventurers shortly after her. The morning rises along with the sound of horses trotting outside the camp area. Conversation can be heard, the only voice recognizable is Synthia's who seemed to be the only one already awake.
"Good morning! Where are you hailing from?" Sadness could be heard in Synthia's voice. The horse trotting slows to a halt.
"The mountains, mi'lady." a male voice.
"Ah. And I see you have a few large rocks in your trail. Might those be the meteors?" The sadness remained, though it was clear why.
"They are. Heading to sell them off. Surely will fetch a fair price."
"If it would not be a bother, may I have a quick look at one?"
"No bother at all for a pretty lady."
"Very good then. I will hold you no longer." Synthia stated after a moment of silence that was probably her inspection of the rocks.
The horses continue forward after they are far in the distance, there is suddenly a banging noise upon something metal. in a less sweet tone than Synthia's usual, "Rise and shine fellas! Time to pack up and head home!"
Goose never came back after mentioning something about needing to talk to a man about a horse and hastily making his way into the woods. Not many seemed to worry about the geezer as he seemed plenty capable of taking care of himself. Not to mention it was an odd line that most didn't recognize.
The pack up was quick and the trip back eventless besides Sythina being noticeably angry the entire way. Upon the safe return, Synthia thanked those who remained with a bit of pay for their troubles.
Last Edit: Jun 1, 2014 16:52:18 GMT -5 by Miroslaw
Death is no more than turning us over from time to eternity. Whether that eternity is damnation or salvation is determined in the time we have.