Gryphons in Greenden
Feeling decidedly rash, you take your sword and draw it from the scabbard, getting everyone's attention. Erric is staring at you like you've lost your mind. "Master smith, we need to know what happened to the Reds that came through here. Where did they go?"
The smith backs away until he hits an anvil, staring at you. "Are you out of your mind?" he rumbles.
"My thoughts too," Erric murmurs as he comes up behind your shoulder. But he palms his knife, backing you up as he always has.
You have your sword pointing down at the floor, nothing too threatening yet, but the smith doesn't appear to care that you have your weapons out at all.
"You must be mad. There are Red Guards in the village right now, fool."
You blink at that.
The smith backs away until he hits an anvil, staring at you. "Are you out of your mind?" he rumbles.
"My thoughts too," Erric murmurs as he comes up behind your shoulder. But he palms his knife, backing you up as he always has.
You have your sword pointing down at the floor, nothing too threatening yet, but the smith doesn't appear to care that you have your weapons out at all.
"You must be mad. There are Red Guards in the village right now, fool."
You blink at that.