Innverse Stats | Yorrned

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10.02 Y	He did not know from how far they blew, but they filled the sky, and his heart leapt as the Yorrned Caravan slowed. People, mostly Human, who’d come all the way from past Invrisil craned their heads out of covered wagons—rounded canvas frames reinforced by metal sheltering goods and people within.
10.02 Y	“Is it poisonous? Is that what Dawil said? Don’t eat any, anyone! All stop! Merchant Yorrned, halt the caravan! No one touch or collect any of this stuff! Halt the caravan!”
10.02 Y	A panicked man with purple travelling clothes—and gold, Merchant Yorrned liked gold—waved his arms, and several other wagons from neighboring caravans ground to a halt. Falene turned her horse towards him, and he tried to flee towards his personal wagon.
10.02 Y	“It could have been poisonous. Proper protocol with adventurers dictates we look at any unknown fauna or flora as a threat, Merchant Yorrned. It is what you have employed us to do.”
10.02 Y	Yorrned’s Caravans. He’d made up a flag of all things, put the title on all the wagons—and gifted the Silver Swords each with a custom-made shirt for them to wear.
10.02 Y	“It could be dangerous, Merchant Yorrned.”
10.02 Y	“Ordinarily, Master Yorrned, we’d collect specimens—carefully—and submit them to either an Adventurer’s Guild or a local expert we trusted. If we could do neither, we’d avoid or shield ourselves from contact.”
10.02 Y	Yorrned was incredulous. Ylawes exchanged a look with Falene.
10.02 Y	“It is good adventurer practice, Master Yorrned.”
10.02 Y	He saw a lot of odd spires jutting from the city, and he was interested if they had a chance to stop to see what they were. In response to Yorrned’s statement, Ylawes smiled.
10.02 Y	“I’m sure that would work, Master Yorrned.”
10.02 Y	Falene’s sour comment made the [Merchant] visibly uneasy. Yorrned hesitated, then rode ahead.
10.02 Y	Ylawes had been anticipating that. He sighed under his breath and called out as Yorrned spurred his horse ahead.
10.02 Y	“In a moment, Master Yorrned!”
10.02 Y	That was the Silver Swords. Ylawes waved at Dawil, who was lecturing Anith about noting hand-signs, and the Dwarf waved and moved his pony over. The chastened Vuliel Drae held back as the three Gold-rank adventurers moved forwards. Yorrned was beaming, as he always was, and the other [Merchants] were hanging back a bit as they waited for the Drakes.

10.02 Y

He did not know from how far they blew, but they filled the sky, and his heart leapt as the Yorrned Caravan slowed. People, mostly Human, who’d come all the way from past Invrisil craned their heads out of covered wagons—rounded canvas frames reinforced by metal sheltering goods and people within.

10.02 Y

“Is it poisonous? Is that what Dawil said? Don’t eat any, anyone! All stop! Merchant Yorrned, halt the caravan! No one touch or collect any of this stuff! Halt the caravan!”

10.02 Y

A panicked man with purple travelling clothes—and gold, Merchant Yorrned liked gold—waved his arms, and several other wagons from neighboring caravans ground to a halt. Falene turned her horse towards him, and he tried to flee towards his personal wagon.

10.02 Y

“It could have been poisonous. Proper protocol with adventurers dictates we look at any unknown fauna or flora as a threat, Merchant Yorrned. It is what you have employed us to do.”

10.02 Y

Yorrned’s Caravans. He’d made up a flag of all things, put the title on all the wagons—and gifted the Silver Swords each with a custom-made shirt for them to wear.

10.02 Y

“It could be dangerous, Merchant Yorrned.”

10.02 Y

“Ordinarily, Master Yorrned, we’d collect specimens—carefully—and submit them to either an Adventurer’s Guild or a local expert we trusted. If we could do neither, we’d avoid or shield ourselves from contact.”

10.02 Y

Yorrned was incredulous. Ylawes exchanged a look with Falene.

10.02 Y

“It is good adventurer practice, Master Yorrned.”

10.02 Y

He saw a lot of odd spires jutting from the city, and he was interested if they had a chance to stop to see what they were. In response to Yorrned’s statement, Ylawes smiled.

10.02 Y

“I’m sure that would work, Master Yorrned.”

10.02 Y

Falene’s sour comment made the [Merchant] visibly uneasy. Yorrned hesitated, then rode ahead.

10.02 Y

Ylawes had been anticipating that. He sighed under his breath and called out as Yorrned spurred his horse ahead.

10.02 Y

“In a moment, Master Yorrned!”

10.02 Y

That was the Silver Swords. Ylawes waved at Dawil, who was lecturing Anith about noting hand-signs, and the Dwarf waved and moved his pony over. The chastened Vuliel Drae held back as the three Gold-rank adventurers moved forwards. Yorrned was beaming, as he always was, and the other [Merchants] were hanging back a bit as they waited for the Drakes.

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