<blockquote><div><cite>Alyssa wrote:</cite>"Saesa omentien llie*." Alyssa bows in greeting to Mindy's wards, nodding to each individually as they are introduced.<br/></div></blockquote><br/>"Seasamin, mellon*." Amaehal replies. The others follow suit. Areavel replies with, "Mae govannen**."<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Rihyan wrote:</cite>"I'm not sure you can help us all that much at the moment," he responds, "though I doubt many of those we are going to rescue will be as talented as Alyssa here, probably more like Lin. Having a group like you that could take them in and reassure them would probably be helpful though. I can tell by the way you're reacting to me," he smiles a little reasurringly at the couple, "that you are unsure of me, and a couple of our companions look a little more predatory."<br/></div></blockquote><br/>"We'll give as heartfelt a welcome as we can muster" Sehbran says, mustering a smile. Rihyan's words have calmed the elf down a bit. This man wasn't just some cruel predator.<br/><br/>Vonerys follows up with. "I can't do much, but if you or you friends need your wounds treated, please come by and I'll do my best to heal you."<br/><br/>Aeravel cocks an eyebrow in Alyssa's direction. ""You were enslaved here too? Don't take this the wrong way, but you don't look like most slaves I've seen."<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Rihyan wrote:</cite>"We might be able to help you though," he says looking towards Aeravel, "I guess you could use a weapon and some armour maybe. I can't vouch for their quality, but we ended up with a fair amount of weapons that are of little use to us from the Heodo, I'm sure you'd be welcome to one of them."<br/><br/>"As for what the rest of you need, I don't know, other than perhaps a safer town to live in, and that might take a while, though we are working on it."<br/></div></blockquote><br/>Aeravel grins. He had just realized where the centaurs oversized flanks came from. "That's mighty sporting, sir. I'd prefer a rapier, but I'd make due with a longsword, or even just a sharp knife." The guard looks toward the Kethartens. "Those two could use prolly use longbows."<br/><br/>Sehbran glares at the guardsman, placing an arm between him and his wife. "Don't include my wife in these strategies of yours." He warns. He turns back to Rihyan and say, "However long it takes to make this town right again, it will be worth it."<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Alyssa wrote:</cite>"Miss Mindy? Perhaps it would be better if your companions returned with us, as you suggested earlier. We could arm them with the weapons Rihyan mentioned,  introduce them to the rest of our group, and include them in our planning. I'm certain our quarters are spacious enough to hold a few more, at least for tonight."<br/></div></blockquote><br/>"Quarters?" Amaehal asked. "You rented rooms in that inn full of.... devils? But isn't that where mister Stoutreed disappeared?"<br/><br/>"Uh, Amae? Soutreed wasn't Cale's last name. He just.... said that to women." Mindy replies. Sehbran grimaced at this as his wife came to awkward realization. The young elf had been rescued by the halfling and his kitsune friend. The two made numerous advances to 'console' her until they reached the hideout, and Sehbran identified himself as her not-quite-dead spouse.<br/><br/>Turning back to Alyss'a question, Mindy said, "As for them joining us at the inn, the only trouble is the attention that it will bring. They look like slaves, and were just a few days prior. But they aren't in chains, and they'll be walking right out of the inn the next day. This would attract unwanted attention. Also, some of the former owners are still alive. We took more... subtle methods of rescue. If one of them recognizes their former captives, they might to take them back, or even call the guards."<br/><br/>"But..." She contines. "If we could get them in the suite without drawing attention, I'd be glad to bring them. Did you two have any ideas on how to sneak them in?"<br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">*A pleasure, friend.<br/>**Well met</div></div></div>