(I'm back!)
Magafer (stern): "Send a single arrow through one of my countrymen's hides and I will have yours hanging on a wall. I have brought you here to be taken to the Dawners' diplomat- named something like Kesk, by the way -, not to murder each other. Eat your meats which Taras, Nanao, and Vesper prepared for you and your party (referring to Jamie, you, Starwalker, Artemis, and the gamblers) and be on your way- I've assigned a troop of steeds for this reason."
(I'm just assuming everyone eats their food in the meantime. I'm signing off after this post.)
Magafer: "Well, be getting to your horses- they should be behind the manor."
(He eyes Vilkas with suspicion.)
*The party walks out and gets to the troop, where they meet the person who will guide them to the diplomat's location, a short, reedy man wearing rough cloths, named Prester.*
(*Bonus secret surprise post!!1!1one!11!)
Prester: "Well, you have one now. Get one. 'E rest of yeh need to mount too, if we don't get off in the next 15 minutes we won't have enough time to get there before nighttime."
*Falls asleep* "Zzzz" *Awakens* "I wasn't sleeping, you were."
Prester: "Vilkas- that's it, i'in't it? -, get on your horse, and we'll be able to start ridin' to the diplomat's place."
*Gets on the horse*
Prester: "Good. Now let's get goin'. I'm not asking if you know how to ride because if you didn't, you wouldn't be brought here- at least I hope you wouldn't (he glares at Jamie). On 'e note, we've some stops 'long the way. First is the Larke Tavern- a couple friends o' mine have some important maps and other papers that you'll need for the meeting... but on we go!"
(I'll join!)
(I'll even read all the pages so far, so I won't need a recap)
(Nice.
Edit: I thought you said "I read" instead of "I'll read". Not that it really changes anything, but I just wanted to say.)
(The Magafer's not going with you. Vilkas, Starwalker, Artemis, the Gamblers, and Prester are going with you.)
Name: Raven.
Age: 46
Role: Assassin.
Currency: 30 Shekels (Not sure how much a pound of barley is, sorry)
Appearance/Physical traits: Over the years, he's adapted so many disguises that nobody knows his true identity. (I can change this if needed)
Strengths: Intelligence, Stealthy movement.
Weakness: Melee combat, only good at unarmed melee.
#74 (I see we're both good at stealth)
(Get sneaked upon)
Accepted.
*Prester stops suddenly, about 8 miles from the starting point. The party hears another horse galloping from the South.*
"Eh? 'At's that? Who's there...? Oh! Of course! That Rook-Fellow who needed my shears."
Raven (out of breath): "Firstly, it's Raven, not Rook, and secondly, you know I was going to meet you here a few hours ago!"
Prester: "Aye, aye, my fault. I was going to come here earlier, but I had to prepare for some other... errands."
Raven: "Errands? Now what does that mean?"
Prester: "D'you see that troop behind me?"
Raven: "Of course I do. I'm no idiot."
Prester: "Well, the Magafer wants me to take these fellows to Knikasbird Bend to meet with some diplomat, and I'm going south to get some supplies we need to do that."
Raven: "I see. Now where are my shears? I have hundreds of head of sheep and no wool."
Prester: "Hmm."
Raven: "What?"
Prester: "If it doesn't trouble you, do you suppose you could join the troop?"
Raven (Miffed): "Will I get my shears?"
Prester: "Yes, afterwards."
Raven: "Fine."
*Vilkas wanting to shoot Jamie with many arrows*