With the sun barley rising over the edge of the lake, Wreynn tugs on his hat to shield his eyes and marches down to the waters edge. Gently he takes off his boots setting them neatly down on a rock. He rolls up his pants taking his first steps into the shallow water, carrying with him a small grey bucket and an old cane fishing pole. An old silk line dangles from the tip of the rod ending in a rusty hook. With an old iron weight tied loosely above the hook and a piece of driftwood for a floater, Wreynn casts his line as he's seen many fisherman do before him hoping today he would get lucky.
Startled by the sudden eruption of water in front of him Wreynn tries to hop backwards, his feet sticking in the soft mud of the lake bottom. Unable to move as deftly as he hoped Wreynn thrashes about and splashes back first into the shallow lake water losing his grip on the pole as he falls.
Rising back to his feet, Wreynn stares incredulously at the naked goblin holding onto the ounce of iron tied to this fishing line. "So much for a quiet morning, what are you doing out here? And why are you naked?" Wreynn fumes as he tries to wring out his shirt. "I would appreciate you return that to me, I'm trying to catch breakfast."
As Wreynn losing his hold on the pole, the goblin begins pulling the line attached to the weight, forcing the rod to drift towards him. "What? Do you expect me to swim in my clothes? Get them all wet and nasty? What kind of barbarian do you take me for!" Nasher asked with a puzzled look on his face. "You should learn from my example and maybe your clothes would be dry too."
"Why you filthy green skined bastard!" Wreynn shouts lunging toward the goblin. Forgetting his foot was still submerged in the muck at the bottom of the lake he wretches forward spalshing face first into the murky water in front of the goblin stopping himself just so the brim of his hat remained above the surface.
Standing up and wiping the lake water from his face he stares at the rising sun and holds his hand out to Nasher. "I believe you have something of mine."
The goblin watches as the Urodeq splashed towards him. The goblin began to turn to run from the angry deki, but stopped as Wreynn plummeted face first into the murky. "BAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! You know it's easier to catch fish if your not splashing about like a drowneded one!" The goblin looks at the pole in his hand. It was hardly worth keeping and had no metal bits about it besides the weight at the end. "From the goodness of my little green heart, I have a gift!" The goblin rips the weight off the line as he hands the pole back, dropping a few bits of metal bits as he fumble with it. He hand the pole with just the string back to the urodeq. "Here you go!! Now you can swat at the fish as you flail about!" Nasher let out another hearty laugh at Wreynns expense.
"I'll swat you, you filthy goblin." Wreynn waves the pole threatening at Nasher before noticing he dropped a few of the pieces of metal he was carrying. Making sure his feet move this time he slowly shifts into the slightly deeper water fishing around the surface with his hands looking for pieces he dropped.
Finding one slightly bigger than the hook that Nasher just absconded with he waves it around in front of the goblin. "Finders keepers, I believe the saying goes!"
A look that combined both shock, slowly mutating into anger transcribed the goblin's face. "YOU UNGRATEFUL LITTLE WORM!!!! THAT'S NASHERS!!! NOT THE DEKI'S!!! IT WAS ALREADY FOUNDED BY ME THEREFORE MINE!!!! GIMME IT BACK!!" The goblin yelled as he stomped about in the water like a toddler who didn't get the toy he wanted at market.
"Found by Nasher, lost by Nasher, recovered by yours truly. I do believe the rules as you so sucintly mentioned were Finders Keepers." Turning his back on the goblin, Wreynn slowly makes his way back to shore and sits down in a sunny spot to begin to dry off. "Now Nasher, I'm not ungrateful and I'll be happy to offer you a more than fair trade for the present of my own fishing pole back to me. Perhaps we trade this shiny scrap of metal for a rusty hook and small iron weight so I may return to trying to catch breakfast?"
The goblin paced about in a small circle, considering the Urodeqs trade. A sly smile curled the goblins lips. "You need my new metal bits to catch your breafasts. Yes? Why don't I just trade you breafasts for my metal bits! Biteses for bitses!!! Then everybody will be happy! What ya say?" Nasher stood there, a wide smile baring his teeth, balancing the rest of the bits in his arms.
The goblin pondered at this. Where 12 fish seemed like it was alot, the goblin was used to chasing down watery morsels in a few of his past homes. That, and there was a teapot piece on the line. The goblin waddled out of the water, water dripping off his green backside as he placed the bits he got with the rest of his stash that he had been working on most of the morning. "You've got a deal Deki. 12 fishies for my bitses and teapot. Easy!" Nasher said as he did nude warmup stretches that would scar most who witnessed it for some time to come. He then crouched down as if watching the water for movement, before diving in in a sudden bolt.
"This will be good," Wreynn says to himself while lounging on the shore. "A dozen fish for a rusty hook and an iron slug that I palmed off of Morzoth's forge. He'll never know its missing in the first place. Nothing I'm sure I can't trade a fish or two for."
Wreynn yawns as the sun begins to fully ascend into the sky, covering his eyes with his hat for a quick rest. "Lets see how long it takes and what a broken teapot will earn me for my troubles."
A shout of glee can be heard from not far off the shore as Nasher comes up grasping what seems to be a small brim in one hand and half of a rotting carcuss of a large catfish in the other. "Bites for Bitses... This is the easiest finders I have had in a while!" The goblin proclaims while giggling as he walks back to the shore with his haul. He stops over the Urdeq snoozing on the beach. "Here you go! Like the King Nasher promised! Twelve fishies for bitses! And teapots!" The goblin drops the fish and the carcass directly onto the urodeqs tummy. The horrid aroma began to permeate the air.
Wreynn begins to cough as Nasher approaches the shore with his catch. The natural repugnant smell of wet goblin was bad enough, but nothing compared to rotten catfish
"Nasher," Wreynn says sitting up, "can you count? or do math? Do you know what a half dozen fish means? You brought one, ONE fish, and a rotten carcas to me. I can't eat that disgusting pile of wretched meat. Its not even fit for dwarven consumption, and I've heard they can eat anything. This isn't even worth the scrap I have laying next to me. If you want your teapot, you're going to have to bring me fresh, LIVE fish."
Nasher face took upon the look of somebody who was quite hurt. "There is nothing wrong with the fishies i brought!! They is delicious! And of course I can count. I was testing you. You failed." The goblin stomped back out into the water, upset the meal he brought was turned down. 'Stupid worm... Can't catch his own fishies..." the goblin muttered to himself as he went back out into the water.
"Six, Six fish!" Wreynn shouted hopelessly to the goblins while holding up six fingers knowning full well that Nasher couldn't see him. Casually lobbing the rotten carcas on his chest toward the pile of scrap Nasher collected he lays back down feet still sitting in the edge of the water.
"Uggh, rotten catfish. Really can't hire good slave labor these days anymore can you? At least the fish doesn't smell as bad as a week old dwarf or a wet Corvax. Maybe I should send Nasher to Ohren to learn math." Wreynn pulls the brim of his hat back down over his eyes to block the sun as a small devilsh smile creep up on the corners of his mouth.
A few minutes have gone by and the morning sun had began to move higher in the sky. "Gots the fishies!! Yes I does!!" the goblin cries as he walks back to shore. In his arms he held 2 brims, a small bass, and what seems to be an old boot lost from a poor sap a long time ago. Such as he did with the other fish, the goblin drops the fish dierstly onto the Urodeq's chest, one of them alive enough to slap Wreynn in the face with its tail. "There. More fishies. I'll be taking my rewards now!" The naked goblin said as he stood uncomfortably close to the urodeq's head.
The local samirian Ixifar made her way down to the lakeside expecting to find her usual meditation spot vacant like normal. However, she was surprised to find it wasn't, and was in fact loudly occupied by an indecently exposed, soaking wet goblin, and a wet hat-wearing man. She was behind the sitting man, unable to discern if it was anyone she knew, as the goblin dumped a load of live fish on him and proceeded to demand some kind of reward.
Her brow raised displaying her curiousity, and she slowed her pace while approaching the scene. Stopping a good ten steps away, the Ixifar woman circled around the pair to the man's side to get a better view of his face, and simultaneously putting more distance between herself and the green eyesore. An Uordeq...his face was vaguely familiar, but she couldn't place why, nor did she believe she really knew him at all.
"Four, that makes FOUR Nasher! Put your hands up in front of you like this." Wreynn says as he lays on the ground, arms extended and palms out in front of Nasher with fingers splayed wide.
"The arrangement was for 6 LIVE fish since you spoiled the time I was going to spend alone this morning before breakfast. Six Live fish, count them with me." Wreynn lowers one finger for each number he counts making sure he's slow enough for the goblin to understand.
"One."
"Two"
"Three"
"Four, see, we have this many."
"Five."
"Six"
"Frankly I'm amazed you've caught this many without bait or tackle, now if you'd be so nice as to put them in the bucket of water so they don't spoil and find another 12 for me. I'm sure that's a number you have no problem counting to."
Thimble was new to the town of Jastrey, still new really, so new in fact that she hadn't done much in the way of exploring the area. That morning, she woke up with a plan to go on a little adventure of her own, dangerous considering one can never know what they'll find in Jastrey, so said many residents to her, or something along those lines. Having no map or compass on hand, just her two daggers and decent memorization for landscapes, she went off in some direction that ultimately led her to the Lake. She had followed a path that she assumed was used by most to get to some destination she had not been to before, not to mention there were loud noises and splashes as well. Thimble being a very curious gnome went cautiously into the direction of the noises and splashings, diverting off the path and behind trees and bushes. Nearing even closer to the noises, she noticed a feathered being, studdied for a moment before realizing that it was Lia, whom she had brief conversation with back in the Tavern and walked with her when she was very sick. Thimble smiled brightly and popped out of her hidding spot, not having recognized the other two and figured they musten be too dangerous if Lia wasn't attacking them. She walked over to Lia, with a little skip in her step, and poked her side to get her attention. "Hello Lia!" She beamed, giggling as she looked up at her, still oblivious to the fact that she was in the presence of a Goblin and Uordeq.
"OH NO YOU DON'T YOU LYING WORM!! You just said you wanted THIS many (holding up the fingers for 6) and you have THIS many now (holding up the fingers for 5). You said Nothing about living or dead fresh or undead! In fact, I do recal SOMEBODY saying you just wanted me to pull them from the water!!!" The goblin snatched up the bass from the ground and stuck his fingers deep into the creatures belly, turning his face from anger to a wide sneer as he pulled a minnow from it's tummy. "And this is your last one! Now if you'll be giving me my bits and trreasures..." The goblin began to go on before realizing the company that had appeared. "Oh, looky here deki. The ladies cant keep away from taking a peek at ol' Nasher! Wo ho hoo!!" The goblin turns from looking at Lia to seeing the gnomish girl that came out of the woods. "SHES HERE TO STEAL MY BITSES!!!!!" The goblin screamed.
The Ixifar woman watched the Uordeq man carry on, taunting the goblin (who she refused to look directly at) demanding the wet creature bring him more fish before relenting of whatever reward he'd promised. An amused smirk slid across her face as she continued to watch on while still going unnoticed.
This would end up being shortlived, as a small jab at her side and a small, jovial voice appeared at her side. The gnome clearly knew who she was, but Lia looked on to the innocent girl a bit puzzled. "Uh..oh hi. We've met before...." Her last statement sounded prehaps a bit too much like a question. But neither of them were left with much of a chance for further reaction as the goblin's voice boomed out beside them. Lia's attention was instantly drawn towards him, and she winced after being acosted with the view of his naked facade. Looking down towards the sand, a small smile returned to her face at listening to the goblin's tyrade. 'Nasher' noticed them finally and Lia looked back up out of instinct. "Aw dammit...." She blurted out as she raised her hand to cover the view of his lower half from her sight. "I think not, goblin...I frequent this shore. You simply were already here."
Thimble's excitment of seeing someone she recognized quickly faded from the tone of her voice, not too terribly upset she wasn't remembered, mostly because she was new and also they hadn't talked much. She opened her mouth to speak again but was instantly cut off by raspy voice attempting to sound lewd. Turning her attention to the creature who she now realized was naked, Thimble bursted out in laughter, though the goblin gave a different reaction and shouted at her.
Thimble tilted her head to the side, looking at the goblin for a moment before looking up and pointing at Lia.
"Her?" She dropped her hand and looked back at the goblin. "I don't think so. Just because she's got feathers doesn't mean she's a bird and'll steal your fish. Also may I ask, why aren't you wearing any clothes...?"
She didn't know where to look at this point except down at her feet where she saw a lady bug land on her shoe.
"OOOH! Lady bug!" She exclaimed, bending down and extending her finger out to the creature, hoping it would crawl on so she could look at it better.
"I don't care about the fishies you stupid gnome!!! It my bits that you're after I'm worried about!!" The goblin rushed over to his small pile of assorted lost metal pieces and began stuffing them into the boot he found. He snatched up the boot and ran to the other side of Wreynn where the Ixifarian woman stood. "Don't worry my pretty canary, I won't let the EVIL gnome gets's my shi- I mean hurt you," Nasher said as he moved closer to the ladies side.
It was all good fun until Nasher attempted to make nice with Lia. Her face turned dark and in an instant her hand held the green-man's neck. Not too tight to prevent him from speaking, but enough to be -very- uncomfortable. "Do. NOT. Call me that." If glares could bore holes into someone, Nasher's head would be a melted mess.
"You have me on a technicality goblin, and a deal is a deal. I can hardly say that 4 decent fish will not make for breakfast." Wreynn says sitting up, "Here, have you scrap of metal. I have no clue what you're going to do with it, but if you would be so kind as to inluge yourself to applying your talents to other matters, I'll have the teapot delivered to you. Where do you live so I know to never frequent there personally?"
Wreynn places the small scrap of metal in the show that Nasher is holding and begins to put his boots back on, noticing the Ixifar and the Gnome for the first time. "Ladies," he says with a smirk as he tips his hat slightly. "Here for the show I take it?"
Thimble managed to successfully get the Lady Bug on her index finger, standing back up and watching it crawl to the tip and fly off. "Aww..." She sighed and wiped her hand off on her skirt, turning her attention back to Lia and the Goblin who was making advances. Though his advances ended when she watched in a blur Lia's hand grip his neck and threaten him. "Oh dear..." She stepped one step away from the situation and leaned to the side, just watching and giggling.
As the party giggles about the naked Goblin and carries on a rapt conversation, fish begin to seemingly leap from the water all around them, as if flying. A good dozen land at the murky sludge beneath Wreynn's feet, while another group of fish leap and flop about the goblin as if they are trying to separate him from his prized Ixifar. The lake water rolls as if it was a heavy tide, but peering just below the surface reveals a large abundance of fish.
The goblin slipped to the gound as the Ixifar was caught off guard by all the fish that began bounding from the lake. The goblin quickly ran behind the Urodeq, the only one there he could kinda semi trust. The naked goblin stands there as he watches even more fish fill the lake infront of him. "You see Deki! I am the best fishergoblin here! You couldn't pull all these out. But the great Nasher could!" the goblin proclaimed. "I'll be expecting my teapot and assorted treasures in my new residense where my ward, Rasiri, lives." With that, the goblin starts running towarss the water giggling and babbling something about being "Blessed by the Fishy Immortals" as he chases after fish that were everywhere.
"Well done Master Fisherman Nasher, apparently there is something to be said about dangling a worm and stinkbait. I might have to try it next time. Perhaps I'll use a real worm though." Wreynn scoops at the shallows and the much with his bucket filling it with fish and smiles.
"That whole bit as a healer didn't pay well enough, but this should make up for it. I'll eat like a king for a week off of this. Assuming I don't get tired of fish."
Lia slowly steps back closer to the gnome girl staring rather perplexed at all the abrupt happenings in the lake. Though, Nasher's crazyed dash back out into the deeper waters broke any line of thought she might of had towards understanding what was going on. "Tch, yeah...That's Jastrey." She muttered to herself.
Hearing the uordeq man talk on more so to himself, Lia looked back over to him with a light smirk. "An Uordeq healer? That's...unusual."
Thimble nodded in agreement with Lia. "Yes, so people keep saying." She blinked a few times before looking around, fish were still flopping about on shore and breaking the waters surface. "Well I've never seen this happen before... I wonder if there really is a.. Fishie immortal he said?" She shrugged and turned back around to the Uordeq and Lia. "Oh! I didn't realize you were a Uordeq!" She smiled brightly and waved her hand at him. "I'm still curious why people don't like you, they just say because, do you know why people don't like Uordeqs?"
"It's not a matter of like," Wreynn says facing Thimble looking her square in the eye waiting for her to blink. "Its a matter of trust," he finishes after teleporting behind her to whisper the rest of the sentence into her ear while pressing his index finger between the third and forth ribs on her left side.
He waits for her to turn around before fastening his boots. "Its not a matter of if I'm friendly or not. Its not a matter of if I've helped you or not. Its more a matter of why did I do it in the first place?" Wreynn laughs, more to himself than anything else. "We're not bad as a race, just misunderstood. We're survivors. We do what we must when we must and we don't often show care or concern for others. Who cares what happens to the group so long as the job gets done. You need to look out for youself first, and then maybe you'll have time to care about someone else. That's why people don't trust an Uordeq."
"That and they steals and then tries to cheats!" Nasher struggled his way out of the water, carrying a fish that was as big as he was, if not bigger, in his arms. He looks about as he approaches the shore. "I'm the only good moraled creature on this beach beside the fish," Nasher proclaims as he drags his large haul to where his boot of metal bits lays. He drops the fish and stuffs his treasures in the fishes mouth, forcing it to swallow it whole like his own personal, aquatic safe. "I'll be expecting my teapot post haste deki!" Nasher yelled to Wreynn, keeping an eye on the gnome in the process.
Lia flinched, stifling her gut-reaction to whip out the dagger sheathed along her lower back at Wreynn's sudden use of teleportation. Though as he went down to fasten his shoes, she easily placed herself in front of Thimble to stand between him and her. The small of her back itched and burned, enough for her to scratch at it then pause. It hadn't done that since....Her face was pensive with worried uncertainty as it drew up to look upon the uordeq man's. She swallowed. "Oh...there are some that care a bit more about the others under their 'wing'." She said maintain eye contact. Lia turned her head back towards Thimble. "He also forgot to mention, that one of the most common occupations of his kin is a slaver. Another key reason many of the daystar loving folk do not -trust- them."
She largely ignored the rest of the on goings about her, no longer amused by the naked goblin, or the fish. Her hand found a semi-permenant place on her lower back as the intensity of the irritation flared.
"Slaver? You make it sound so harsh. Yes, my family is known to employ a few hundred passively volunteered employees to do the more menial chores, such as fishing, for us. But I promise you, they're no worse for the wear. Well," he pauses dragging out the word, "most of them. When they do what they're told. You get the idea."
Wreynn fumbles through a pouch that was stuffed into his boot prior to putting it on and pulls out a small handfull of shiny foil wrappers. Deftly he pulls at the ends of one of the wrappers and pops a piece of candy in his mouth before offering as a gesture of civility to the girls. "Candy?"
Thimble had jumped back as the Urodeq had teleported closer to her and whispered into her ear, her eyes wide. She stood there, now understanding a little better, she was about to say that most people would probably do that but Lia stepped infront of her. After Lia had explained even more about Uordeq's it became even more clear. "Oh.. Well that explains most of it I guess." She hadn't noticed that Trivet was next to her until after her mind cleared. "Oh hi! Yeah, he's bouncing around with the fish." As she said that he approached the shore with the giant fish in hand. Thimble sighed, things seeming to calm down now, though the Uordeq pulled out shinny things and she instantly became distracted, again. "Ooh candy? Hmm.. I don't know, after all the things I've heard about you guys makes me not so sure I want candy... Though that shouldn't define who you are." She shrugged and looked up at Lia. "Candy or no candy?"(That is the question)
Nasher finishes hiding his stash in his great catch and looks up to see yet another gnome, this one staring him down. "What the pit are you staring at tomato cheeks? Never see a real man in the buff I take it? I swear you abombinable creatures spawn like humans," Nasher commented, returning an angry glare back to the gnome. Suddenly, something shiny and metallic catches the goblins eye. "Hey!!! When were you gonna offer me some!!" The naked goblin called out to the Urdeq. The spawns of fish that had appeared had already left the goblins mind thanks to the sight of shinies being offered about. The naked goblin started towards the Urdeq, expectig his share.
Thimble frowned, somewhat wanting a piece of candy. "Oh okay." She looked out towards the lake, not at the goblin, but more to watch the fish. She stepped away from the group of people, sitting down by the shore, playing with the pebbles and sand, lightly humming and just watching the water.
The goblin shot the gnome an angry glare. "Nobody gave you permission to speak, you ugly Cherry face!!" The goblin thought a second about the deal. "Give me a minutes!" the goblin exclaimed as he ran towards the fish. In a single, swift jump, he practically dived into the fish's open mouth, squirming about inside causing the fish to seem to have new found life. The goblin shortly after wiggles out after retrieving his boot of bits and sets it to the side, shooting cautious glares towards the gnomes. He then hoists the fish and struggles to carry it back to the urdeq. "Deal Deki! Now give me my shinies!!" Nasher demands as he drops the fish on Wreynns boots.
"It can never be said that I'm not a man of my word, even if my word is rarely good." Wreynn begins to open four candies to give the wrappers to Nasher when he stops himself short. Shaking his head he sighs and says, "I've been around the fairies way too long. You might as well have the candy too. Enjoy it Nasher, and I'll have your teapot delivered to Rasiri's by sundown."
Wreynn hands 4 candies to Nasher slings his fishing pole across his back, picks up the giant fish and his bucket and begins to head back to town.
The goblin hopped with excitement, a sight that would threaten those who witnessed with the sudden urge to vomit. "King Nasher scored on that one! Looks like the stupid gnomes have to miss out! HA GNOMES!!!" Nasher says as he flaunts his newly aquired wrappers and candies. The goblin pops all four of the andies into his mouth at the same time, puffing his cheeks out a little as he sucked on their sweetness. "MMMMMM!! These are SOOO good gnomes!!" the goblin taunted as he walked back to his clothing by the treeline. He settled with putting on his pants and vest before beginning to see colors forming in his peripherals.
Finding herself ignored, Lia sighed and eyed Thimble as she walked off a bit and took a seat on the sand. A look of content surfaced onto the Ixifar's features at the sight. Deciding to ignore the Uordeq man in kind, and continuing to pay no mind to 'the great Nasher' or Trivet, she walked over towards the young gnome stopping beside her.
Sitting beside her, Lia looks out over the waters that were slowly setting down from the random wave of rampaging fish (and goblin). "So you seem to have met me...but I'm afraid I don't recall ever seeing you before today....eh..there's been a gap in my memory so I guess we met at some point in there."
Thimble looked up from her sitting spot and smiled at Lia. She looked up at her as Lia spoke, listening and nodded after she finished. "Yes, I believe I remember meeting you when there was a scholar lady that needed some help to get into this elvish temple and she actually turned out to be a succubus. And then when a number of people got sick from this demonic plague, you also became plagued and I walked with you when everyone went to go find these glowing things..." She breathed in. "Though how'd you lose your memory?"
The goblin began to stumble as visions stumbled across his eyesight. "Theres... Shinies... EVERYWHERE!!!" the goblin announced. He turned back to where the gnome was. A look of glee spread across Nasher's face. "You turned into a real life tow-may-tow head! You sure did! Stupid ugly gnome!" the goblin laughed, the candies obviously taking effect. He then walks over to the tomato being and, with a what seems to be an ever growing finger, pokes the gnome right on the forhead exclaiming "Boop" as he does so.
Trivet seems pleased with his response. "I'm glad you want to play. Okay here is the game..."
With out warning Trivet shoves Nasher backwards with all his might. He immediately turns and runs to town not looking back to see whether the green creature fell or not.
"TAG YOUR IT!"
Trivet can be heard laughing as he quickly makes his way back to town.
Lia nodded. She was quiet for a while, eyes distant over the cool lake waters. "It's a long, boring story. Suffice it to say that I just haven't been myself in some mestruns." As she turned over all the information the gnome girl fed her a small smirk spread across her face. "A demon plague eh? I had it? And an elvish temple with a succubus. Heh. Sounds like I missed out on some fun." Smiling she turned her bright blue gaze to Thimble. "Humor me, what's your name again?"
Nasher stumbled for a bit before tripping ove a piece of driftwood and falling on his backside. "STUPID TOMATO GNOME STUPID UGLY HEADED BIT!!! COME BACK HERE!! I'LL TEAR YOU APART YOU MANGY ROSY CHEEKED DOG!!" Nasher jumped back onto his feet and began to run towards where the gnome ran off too, stopping himself long enough to remember his boot of treasures. "Util next time you ugly git!" the goblin proclaimed as he retrieved his treasure. "I wonder whats good for drinking at the tavern. I'm thirsty," Nasher mumbled to himself as he sauntered off to the Shady Corner.
Thimble had spaced off as Lia spoke, it wasn't for another few seconds before she realized a question was asked of her. "Hmm? Oh! My name, it's Thimble." She said with a smile, looking up at the feathered lady. Thimbles gaze went back to the water and then to the sky, noticing it was probably mid morning. "Well." Thimble said as she pulled herself up off the beach and standing. "I think I might continue my wondering around Jastrey, plus I'm sure you'd like some time to meditate." She smiled again and started to walk off in some other direction. "See you later Lia!" She waved good bye and went skipping on her merry way.
Delvin whistled a little tune as he strolled casually down the lake path with a little skip in his step. Just a little while into his stroll he was passed by the blur that was Trivet. He spun on his heels to shout towards the other gnome who was quickly dissapearing into the distance, "Good morning Mister Trivet!!". Not waiting for a response he shifted on his heel once again and resumed walking towards the lake.
Delvin thrust his hands in his pockets and swayed a bit with his step, the jaunty little tune in his head taking him over for a moment. It wasn't long however before something very green and very naked made it's way towards him, "By Brodix's Ball Bearings!!" he'd shout as he spied the Goblin au naturel "For the love of Ferithisia could you put your tools back in their box!? I don't wanna see that diseased little worm waggling about, I don't even know you!" it took him a few more moments of raving before something dawned on him, "Oh, you're a Goblin....Let me guess, your name is Fart Biscuit, or Spoo Drizzle". Delvin's jovial attitude had faded into something a bit more deadpan.
On the heels of the jaunty gnome is Tregard. His usual happy-go-lucky attitude is gone, as he approaches the lake. The bard glides past the onlookers and presents himself to Wreynn.
He hands the rogue a heavy piece of paper folded into a triangle. "For you, Mister Reinholdt." The gnome steps back and looks past the urodeq's head.
Wreynn gently unfolds the triangle and reads the note. Noticing the serious tone of the matter at hand juxtaposed with the word choice he couldn't help himself but let out a bit of a chuckle.
"Resolution 212, you say?" Wreynn begins, regaining his composure extending his right arm to place it on the gnomes left shoulder. "There is no gnome who takes pride in his head gear as much as I do in this hat. Even in a morning skirmish in the water with a foul and naked goblin would I warrant it to even get the slightest bit wet. It is a part of me, much as yours is a part of you." He lifts his hat off his head momentarially reavealing Cogwaggles black skull cap underneath. "I wish you no ill will, and I apprecaite the hospitatily that you and your fellow gnomes showed to me during my, well, lets just call it a vacation. But in accordance with your own resolution, I must respectfully decline to accomodate the entirity of your request, as I have too much pride myself."
Wreynn tips his hat toward Treygard, crumples up the note and tosses it aside as he begins to walk away. "Stand tall, friend." He says with his back turned to Treygard. "I'd like to see you try!"
The bard grimaces as Wreynn places his hand on the gnome's shoulder. "Yes, I expected much from the man my faeire godmother holds so dear." He shrugs off the urodeq's hand as the rogue turns from him.. "And with respect to her, I'll give you a few days to mull over your answer."
A good size shadow can be seen moving about where the line was set. The shadow moved as it began towards the more shallow portions of the lake, Wreynns driftwood bobber in tow. Suddenly, the shadow urupted from the water as a beautiful maiden would in ones imagination. Except it wasn't a maiden, or very beautiful for that matter. Nasher stood there, stark naked, holding the weight in one hand and assorted other lost scraps of metal in the other. He looks to the line that led to the urodeq sitting on the beach. "Finders keepers. Its mine now.!! BAHAHAHA!" the goblin procalined.