Post by Dominic on Apr 26, 2013 7:26:44 GMT -5
Dom didn't need to see her to hear the worry in her voice. He'd picked up the curious silence too and was happy to take the boy aside with him. "Great idea, Dani. Cover more ground that way, and we'll soon have the nipper and her pups home safe." He absolutely exuded easy confidence. It was an act, but he was a fantastic actor.
He shouldered his staff and crouched, holding out his hand toward the boy. "C'mon Jax, let's go back toward the farmhouse. Let all them fancy trackers and magicians do their thing and maybe we can cadge a hot drink. It's awful cold. And as she said, I've got plenty of stories."
The child took his hand gingerly. He was trembling and cold. Obviously worried. Probably worried for the dog. Something was nagging at him so he tested the waters a little "While I was out on my travels I met a little girl about your age who'd lost her dog. Turns out some bad men had taken the pup and wanted money for its return. Some people eh?" He chuckled, smiling easily as he loped slowly back toward the farmhouse "But I knew a guy who knew a guy. We got the dog back safe and sound."
Again the earnestness and confidence were strong in his voice, his hands steady. The boy wasn't talking much, and he'd have liked to have get a response. Something was amiss here, and if the kid knew anything about it he'd very much like to find out. Paranoid, maybe. But that didn't mean there wasn't bloodthirsty bandit about to cut your throat.
(Using Liason and Kinship to both sell the story and check for responses to it. Continuing to keep a sharp sense out for anything dangerous using Survival and the sensory augments on my gear apart from the hat)
He shouldered his staff and crouched, holding out his hand toward the boy. "C'mon Jax, let's go back toward the farmhouse. Let all them fancy trackers and magicians do their thing and maybe we can cadge a hot drink. It's awful cold. And as she said, I've got plenty of stories."
The child took his hand gingerly. He was trembling and cold. Obviously worried. Probably worried for the dog. Something was nagging at him so he tested the waters a little "While I was out on my travels I met a little girl about your age who'd lost her dog. Turns out some bad men had taken the pup and wanted money for its return. Some people eh?" He chuckled, smiling easily as he loped slowly back toward the farmhouse "But I knew a guy who knew a guy. We got the dog back safe and sound."
Again the earnestness and confidence were strong in his voice, his hands steady. The boy wasn't talking much, and he'd have liked to have get a response. Something was amiss here, and if the kid knew anything about it he'd very much like to find out. Paranoid, maybe. But that didn't mean there wasn't bloodthirsty bandit about to cut your throat.
(Using Liason and Kinship to both sell the story and check for responses to it. Continuing to keep a sharp sense out for anything dangerous using Survival and the sensory augments on my gear apart from the hat)