[Game Thread] Shadows Lengthening

[Amos]

At the mention of his church and the fact that he was indeed sent here by them, a fact that he had up until now concealed from anyone else, Cazmir's flippant attitude towards the girl suddenly changed. He rose abruptly, weapon still in hand, though unconsciously, and glowered down at her.

"The time for a more civil tongue from you is upon us, I don't do well with people whom I don't know, knowing more about me then they should. Now, if you wouldn't mind, its time for you to explain, and in detail, what it is you're talking about and how it is that you seem to know more than you should about me."

His casual tone was replaced by that of an Elf of his age and his easy going smile was gone, in its place a scowl that would shake hardened warriors to their core.

[Ehlana]

Gregor's charm has it's effect on a girl probably just of the age to be most susceptible to such. The hurt pride and mortification in her eyes fades and the rigid set of her arms starts to relax. There's even a hint of a dimple starting to emerge as she reaches for the skin containing water. "I'm sorry...It's that...you're in so much danger..one more day of digging and... Her hand freezes, then snaps back, crossed over her chest as Cazmir's rough words and glare, not to mention his weapon, are turned on her.

"You....are so STUPID!" She shouts at the top of her lungs. "You won't help me, neither of you!" She swings her accusing glare on Gregor, apparently unwilling to forgive him for having the gall to possess such an infuriating friend. "I'll do it all myself! I've tried talking to people and NOBODY LISTENS! You just all want to kill yourselves! WELL, TOO BAD!" The girl in gray wraps seizes each side of her cloak and tugs it tight around her, the misty quality of the fabric sudden accentuated. Not just the fabric either, suddenly her face, her small hands, her entire form seems foggy.

OOC: Initiative, for anyone who wants to try to interfere with what she's doing.

[TheChuck]

"Cazmir! STAND DOWN!!" Gregor bellows with as much command as he can muster. The young human glares at the elf as he steps in front of him in an effort to both let the woman know that at least Gregor is willing to listen as much as to shield Caz from whatever it is that the girl is attempting. His empty hands remain out to the side, palms forward. "Please miss, look who it is that I serve." Gregor gestures at the symbol of Iomedae dangling from its silver chain, "Do you think that I could stand by and allow danger to befall these innocent folk working here? Please just ignore Cazmir and talk to me. We can go somewhere else and talk if we have to." Clearly Gregor wants to listen to the woman, but she's not making it easy for him and neither is Cazmir.

OOC Any chance that a Dice Roll: d20+8 (13)+8 Total = 21 spellcraft roll might give me a chance of identifying what it is that the woman is doing?

[Amos]

Glancing between the two, Cazmir's scowl turned to a bit of a sheepish grin. His sword arm dropped and he took a step back.

"Forgive the erroneous threatening act, I did not intend to use this on you" He motioned towards his blade. "Its just that I get a bit jumpy about people knowing things about me when I don't know anything about them, including their name." He saw that the girl was more than likely not listening, but, for Gregor's opinion of him, he felt some sort of explanation was in order.

[Ehlana]

The girl pauses, her form and features vague and undefined, like a half-melted sculpture in snow. Her voice sounds thick and muffled, as if she were trying to make herself heard through a couple of pillows. "You're...infuriating....but I need help...but you probably won't listen anyway...." Insomuch as any expression can be discerned on the blurred face, the girl looks wretched. "Promise you'll listen! And not be stupid!"

[TheChuck]

Gregor's face is kind and gentle when he looks at the obviously struggling woman. "I promise I will listen to what you have to say." It firms up noticeably when he turns to Cazmir. "Cazmir? Will you calm down and listen or do I have to take our guest elsewhere to speak with her?"

[Amos]

Still feeling a bit put off by her knowledge of him, yet ashamed of his over reaction at the same time, Caz regains his seat and looks to the young lady.

"I promise, I will listen, without interruption to all you have to tell me... us."