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The approaching elf is tall and slender, wearing leather armor and a black tricorn over long white hair which glows palely in the moonlight. As she recognises the squat figure of the dwarf emerging from the treeline she throws up an arm in greeting. Many a soul returns with the tide. She grins broadly. Hail and well met Cord.
Hawkler follows Sariel with bow in hand and arrow at ready. Just as they get close to the Jungle Canopy edge, Hawkler recognizes the Dwarf whom tendered his illness with wisdom that made the voyage aboard the ship much more accomodating. Hawkler approaches Cord with a broad grin and a flashy smile.
I never thought I would be so happy to see a Dwarf in my life. How are you faring Cord? We have been tracking you for a short while now.
With a curt nod of acknowledgment, the gruff dwarf says, Have ye now? We ourselves ha' bin tracking summat what appear ter have abducted the half-orc deckhand. Mayhaps ye can lend us yer aid in doing so? Is this all o' yer band, then, or be there other castaways that ye've come across?
Sariel grimaces at the mention of the Half-Orc, her eyes darkening. What do you want him back for? And even if you do want him back it is absurd to chase his abductors through the night. What condition will we be in when we catch them? Better to meet them well-rested and fit for a fight.
Cord answers Hawkler with a gesture towards the jungle. I be accompanied by a halflin' stowaway name o' Olo, and the rude elf, Tyranthius. We left th'other halflin', Sava, at the camp wi' Ishirou an' Ayers.
Raising an eyebrow at Sariel's vehemence, he responds, Well, unlike some I kin see in th' dark so it makes little difference ter me whether it be light or dark out, and if'n we catch 'em while they be sleepin' or tired, all the better, fer I ain't like ter fall o'er just yet. As fer chasin' down th' brute, he hadna shown hisself ter take after his orcish parentage, so we be loathe ter just let summat carry 'im off!
Tyranthius will step out of hiding and give the dwarf a look of disdain. The rude elf? Really? Here I thought we were getting along swimmingly. After scanning the group and a resigned shrug he'll take a sip from his waterskin. So now that we had a nice reunion may we get back to finding the half breed? We should probably back track and follow the tracks that went into the jungle.
Hawkler looks towards Tyranthius with a sly grin, revealing a slight sinister side of the half-elf.
oh Cord... can we hide him in the jungle somewhere and forget where we leave him?
Hawkler lets loose a hearty laugh. I am joking with you Tyranthius of course, but you are right. I think it best we try and find your friend.
Hawkler looks towards Tyranthius. The trail left off just past you in the jungle?
As Hawkler shoulder's his bow, he starts to do what he is fairly good at.