Alarielle

D&D 5e Rime of the Frostmaiden.

I would go insane inside an hour if I had to write posts on a phone.

Speaking of, working on a post now.

D&D 5e Rime of the Frostmaiden.

Dunno if you're waiting on me or not, but Kendra's happy to let the NPC answer Kythor's question before I post again.

D&D 5e Rime of the Frostmaiden.

Kendra Serrana

"Beyond that's a bit personal." Kendra wondered how long it would take before it got to this point. She had nothing against casual curiosity, she felt plenty of it herself, but there inevitably came a point where she was willing to say no more, and that meant dangling a secret. Some people had the control to let it go, and some were fish that couldn't help but bite the hook.

"It's like I said, following the path a mentor of mine set out for me. I've got some things I need to prove, and for the moment, that means figuring out a way to survive up here." And figuring out how to deal with herself, and the uncomfortable parts she didn't quite understand yet. "You can call me Kendra, though."

D&D 5e Rime of the Frostmaiden.

I was waiting for Dumbo.

D&D 5e Rime of the Frostmaiden.

It's tough times when you want to go on the adventure, but your character doesn't want to be horribly murdered so have to be like "nah" :(

D&D 5e Rime of the Frostmaiden.

Kendra Serrana

"I'm all for a challenge, but risking being torn apart by this creature seems worth a little more than rooms and meals." Kendra didn't lack for courage, but with the halfling inspiring little confidence and the tiefling's own hesitation, she wasn't exactly inspired to play hero here. The damage was done in terms of lives lost already, and she wasn't about to risk her own for casks of mead.

She noticed then that Jitter had taken her gloved hand and kissed it. She cocked an eyebrow at the halfing and pulled the hand away. "Don't do that again." She wondered now if she wasn't being mistaken for someone far more well-off than she was.

"I think I'll take your word for it," she told the dwarf as he made his exit. No point losing her appetite when she had a... serviceable, stew in front of her. She took the bowl in both hands and whispered a word down towards it, adding extra heat into the bowl and warming the stew to just below scalding temperatures. The next spoonful's flavor was also pleasantly masked and spiced. All in her head, of course, but ignorance was bliss in this case.

D&D 5e Rime of the Frostmaiden.

Kendra's history check: 9.

D&D 5e Rime of the Frostmaiden.

Kendra Serrana

"... Friends? ... Us?" she echoed, just as amused. The term verbeeg was vaguely familiar to her, perhaps something she read about 5 or 6 years ago, but giant she understood quite well, and volunteering her to slay such a thing didn't seem to Kendra like the act of a friend.

That said... she couldn't help but feel that restless stir in her mind. That urge to leave, to keep traveling. She wasn't going to find what she was looking for here, she knew that much. Frag Stumbleduck hardly seemed like he was going to be the source of answers for her, but then again, she should've learned by now that the way forward was often the last place she looked.

"Is there a bounty on this creature, then?" she asked. There seemed to be opportunity here. She could look after herself, and this tiefling looked like he could too. The halfling she wasn't sure of, given the story about kobolds, but for the right price... Kendra was willing to consider the risk.

D&D 5e Rime of the Frostmaiden.

Kendra Serrana

Kendra flashed a bright smile at the tiefling. "What can I say? I'm a regular adventurer." She expected she looked quite a bit more put-together than most weary travelers that came out this way, though that wasn't to say she felt any less weary. The half-elf had always been particular about her appearance, and to that end, Prestidigitation was a life-saver. One of the few magical tricks she'd been able to master even before her unfortunate incident.

A hand darted beneath her cloak, fishing a few silver coins from the pouch on her belt and thinking of how best to phrase what she wanted to ask. "I'm working on a project for a teacher of mine," she said, setting the first two coins down on the table, pinned beneath her index and middle fingers. "But it's proving to be a challenge, and I don't have much to go on. Are there any old ruins nearby? Ancient places, places of magic maybe?"

D&D 5e Rime of the Frostmaiden.

Kendra Serrana

"More of the same," Kendra answered, ready with her three silver. She didn't expect any of the food here to be ideal, but she had to get something down to keep up her strength, and the mead at least could warm her up.

In truth she was more interested in what she'd overhead the tiefling mention, and as soon as she had her meal and her drink she pursued him, finding an open spot at his table. "You're a guide, you said? I'm new to these parts, trying to get my bearings. I don't need an escort, but some information would be brilliant. What do you say, few questions for a few silver?"