#ravengrd

[rogueless]

@ravengrd

Everyone around them seemed to be enjoying themselves, partying, drinking, chatting, flirting. As Astarion did his best to mingle but his mind kept drifting off toward Wyll. Wherever he may be. Soon it ate at him far too much. So he sat down the poor-tasting wine and began searching out for Wyll. He wasn't at his tent, or mingling with anyone. But he had to be somewhere. Eventually stumbling toward the river, Astarion spotted the man he had been looking for. "Wyll," He called out. "Care for some company darling?" The vampire questioned. No wasn't really an option as he began walking up toward the monster hunter.

"I would have brought you some wine but well.. it's shit. Honestly." Red eyes rolled. Unsure what to do or say now. The vampire rolled up his sleeves and scoffed a bit. "It's.. a lovely night." Astarion was not a man for small talk. "Not as lovely as you.. of course," A smirk fell upon his face as he side-eyed Wyll. "I.. I am not good at this.. small talk, dear, surely you can give me something." A huff in frustration "Cooper for your thoughts, perhaps?"

So much the spawn wanted to say but he was unable to express his emotions properly. Even unsure how to bring them up.

[chaoticbard]

@ravengrd

"Wyll. There you are. Why are you by the riverside instead of overindulging in food and drink like the others?"

Alaara tilted her head, gazing at Wyll with her violet eyes. In the short time she had known him since coming to the Emerald Grove, she had come to think of him as the life of the party. He wasn't a bard, and yet he had the ability to talk to almost anyone casually as if he'd known them a lifetime over. They smiled and laughed when he was around; his presence was soothing and infectious.

"Don't tell me my lyre playing is that bad! I couldn't bear to hear such a tragedy," she said, a teasing tone to her voice. "Or do tell me! I couldn't stop you even if I tried."

[mayoinomori]

@ravengrd - robin and wyll - from this

"You were in the Hells??" Asked with incredulous eyes wide, her own mug of cider temporarily forgotten. She didn't even feel any thirst anymore... Rather, her mind had focused entirely upon the man's exploits.

"Gods, I can't imagine. I think I'd go mad even stepping foot there." Robin smiled nervously, though, she was doubting her skills when she had grown up in a forest meant to make people go mad from going in circles. The Hells might not be as bad.

At the mention of leaving soon, the shifter hummed. "It would be wise, yes, but we could make camp here now that the goblins are gone." They had cleared the place out quickly, but the stench of decaying blood and garbage still remained in the pillaged fort.

"Unless... You'd rather we find someplace indoors, away from all the filth the monsters left behind."

[calamitism]

@ravengrd: ( cont. from here )

"Some are better than others," She concedes, clearing her throat softly, hoping to cool the rising blush in her cheeks. "'Endless Blade' might be my favorite though."

Don't start humming the man's song in front of him, Alfira. Don't do it...

"Wyll, then. I'm Alfira. It's good to meet you," She offers him a smile and a nod of her head, allowing herself to offer a hand forward to be shaken.

As it falls back to her side, her sunny demeanor seems to dim somewhat at the question proposed. "Oh, you heard that?" She realizes, her shoulders slumping. The lute on her back feels a little heavier than before, but reluctantly, she grabs it and takes a seat on a nearby rock.

"You can try," She says, holding the instrument as it should be within her arms and upon her lap. "All I managed to do was butcher it earlier..."

[warwaited]

@ravengrd

"Payment?" It's a scoffing laugh, and she turns to look askance at the dashing hero - gauging whether he's serious. "Still a neophyte, are we. I don't mean their coin or their food, we've enough of both from the-"

Snort. Already planning on it? "Do not deign to rope me into your heroics. Before I learned of the goblins' apostacy I had no intentions of involving myself." It's true - Rakatak had technically been outvoted in whether this was any of their business in the first place, but she at least had changed her tune when Astarion hadn't. Seemingly for the wrong reasons.

"They are headed in the same direction as us, and onto dangerous ground. The tactically sound maneuver would be to use their movement as a screen, drawing attention that we would rather not have. Their usefulness isn't merely material."