Mixtape Ghost NAlula was a bit shocked by his sudden invite into some sort of group. She hadn't been paying any attention while the others were speaking, and now she just felt more confused and a little sick. She wasn't sure what the man meant by group and had no idea who he was referring to when he said 'us'. She took a step back. "Uh..." She spoke slurred, hazy eyes looking from the man to the gnome. She had wished the paladin would walk out of the tavern already, he would likely have something reassuring and wise to say. Instead she just stuttered for a moment.
"A man of wisdom and strength is rare, but without check is dangerous." She spoke into the rim of her hat.
Well she was just making the situation here worse, she stuttered again. "Perhaps... if I could speak with the...paladin...or knew...more about this...group..."
And things only got more hectic as a voice spoke to her.
"The man weeps and drinks to numb a pain that will never leave."
Alula suspected the half-elf, seeing how he had just bought that pretty bottle of liquor. Perhaps he weeps for his scarf? Which Alula only now realized she was still holding onto. She should go return it. She excused herself from the gnome and man with a grunt and went to find the half-elf. It didn't take her long to find him, he was extremely emotional at the moment. She stood still for a few moments, not sure how to approach the situation. But after a few seconds of not thinking she crouched down next to him, his scarf in her outstretched hands.
"Forgive me if my hands tremble; you are the most beautiful thing I have ever known."
An argument ensued in her head.
"Pothoc malai! You cannot have her say that! Why would you do that? You know she cannot! You endanger her!"
Meanwhile Alula was looking at the half-elf with confusion, trying to make sense of what what happening in her head. She didn't recall saying anything, so why were they so upset? She pulled the brim of her hat down over her eyes. "Here is your...scarf back...thank you...for letting me...wear it."
"A man of wisdom and strength is rare, but without check is dangerous." She spoke into the rim of her hat.
Well she was just making the situation here worse, she stuttered again. "Perhaps... if I could speak with the...paladin...or knew...more about this...group..."
And things only got more hectic as a voice spoke to her.
"The man weeps and drinks to numb a pain that will never leave."
Alula suspected the half-elf, seeing how he had just bought that pretty bottle of liquor. Perhaps he weeps for his scarf? Which Alula only now realized she was still holding onto. She should go return it. She excused herself from the gnome and man with a grunt and went to find the half-elf. It didn't take her long to find him, he was extremely emotional at the moment. She stood still for a few moments, not sure how to approach the situation. But after a few seconds of not thinking she crouched down next to him, his scarf in her outstretched hands.
"Forgive me if my hands tremble; you are the most beautiful thing I have ever known."
An argument ensued in her head.
"Pothoc malai! You cannot have her say that! Why would you do that? You know she cannot! You endanger her!"
Meanwhile Alula was looking at the half-elf with confusion, trying to make sense of what what happening in her head. She didn't recall saying anything, so why were they so upset? She pulled the brim of her hat down over her eyes. "Here is your...scarf back...thank you...for letting me...wear it."