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Dejrik Garraksen Dejrik takes a long, exhausted breath, hearing the lie being used by the party. He does nothing to contradict it, though he does begin to brace himself for the worst, his shield's grip clutched as tight as a climber's rope.

Dejrik Garraksen "I can't imagine it's a healthy diet to be living off such things ..." Dejrik mutters, watching whatever the lantern manages to illuminate for lack of anything better to focus on. "Surely it'd be better to catch coneys or something."

Sorry, must have been tired when I first read the fight end message.

Dejrik Garraksen "Blasted thing ..." Dejrik half-shouts as he brings his mace to bear against the emerging beast. "I'll have your hide for a helmet liner!"

Always Dejrik setting the monsters off ... Maybe he should get into pest control after this. :P

Dejrik Garraksen "What a choice of words ..." Dejrik mutters to himself. As he wanders through the room, poking random pieces of furniture with the base of his shield, he moves up to the fireplace and kneels before it, studying the stonework and its lack of contents "It doesn't seem like he uses this room for much. We should press on."

Dejrik Garraksen Dejrik furrows his brow and checks the two weapons on his belt, before turning to Stoyan. "He swore on my mace, didn't he? To behead something with a mace is no mean feat ... what kind of savage does h- ah ... right ... right ..." Dejrik adjusts uncomfortably in his armour. His eyes watch all of Yorp's subtle movements, from finger positioning to shifting weight, yet he doesn't seem to be focused on it, his mind in this moment all too present yet a thousand miles away.

Dejrik Garraksen "That's settled."  Dejrik says to the party at large, putting his mace back on his belt. "Until anything proves otherwise, I trust him." He turns to Yorp. "I trust you. I hope you appreciate what that means."

Dejrik Garraksen Dejrik scratches his chin briefly, contemplating. He then approaches Yorp as he pulls out his mace. He stops a step and a half away from the kobold, holding the mace steady before him. "Place your hand on the mace's head and swear to it." he says. "Swear you will do what you can to guide your people out to safety, and that you will do nothing to harm our party, nor to protect the wizard we are here to claim, lest the mace's head find your own. If you are willing to do that, you'll have my trust, at least."

A reasonable request.

Take care, Scarecrow. You were a positive influence on the story.

Dejrik Garraksen Dejrik cracks his knuckles, and a cervical vertebra or two, and nods to Stoyan. Failing to be prepared for digging - worse, being outshone by an elf in its regard - was enough of a disgrace in front the kobold. Though he never considered himself a proud man, Dejrik's Dwarven pride needed a win, and doing the work of two or more kobolds each was a perfect opportunity.

Dejrik Garraksen Dejrik winces, realising the party that's half Dwarf may have no equipment for digging between them, and that the Elf could point this out at any time. Upon realising that he was being a little racist in order to pre-empt racist comments, he shakes his head, returning to the much more tolerable anti-kobold racism. "We're not going to have to use their equipment, are we?"

Hope he recovers well, then.

Dejrik may be projecting. :P

Dejrik Garraksen Dejrik turned to the speaking creature, his face - or what of it could be seen - contorted in incredulous disgust. "Money? That's what you think we're here for? That's what you think of us? Common Bandits? Thieves?" His voice carried a venom most unlike himself. Even he seemed to notice it, as he took a second to catch his breath before calmly continuing. "We're here to capture a criminal so he can be brought to justice. That is our priority. If you can't offer us anything to help in that ..." Dejrik swallowed, all too aware of how tightly he was clutching his mace, and how what he was saying would sound. For a moment, he moved to put his mace back on his belt, but instead merely adjusted his weight and stood tall ... at least, by Dwarf standards. "... then there's nothing left to negotiate."

In these editions, humanoids are monsters. It's just humans and demihumans that are fren.

Whatever the case is with alignment, Dejrik is very conflicted and would be uncomfortable with whatever choice the party settled on, though not enough to go against it.

   Dejrik Garraksen "These critters are small, and lithe. Are you sure you can tie them up so they don't escape, and ambush us once we venture deeper?" Dejrik tried to keep stern as he said this, but his doubts tracked along his face despite him. He wasn't comfortable with killing the kobolds while they were helpless, but he was less comfortable with leaving them alive.

Dejrik Garraksen "A bit stunty for werewolves, don't you think?" Dejrik retorted, marching alongside Stoyan.

   Dejrik Garraksen "I can't return fire, but at least I can draw it." Acting as quickly as he can, Dejrik puts his shield between himself and the firing crossbowmen. Fetching his mace with his free hand, he bangs his shield like a bell. He looks over to Golon with a determined smile. "Tread quick, tread light."

Dejrik Garraksen Dejrik mentally berates himself for forgetting about the limitations of human eyes. "If it starts getting too dark, just ... just stick close to us."

Dejrik Garraksen Dejrik rolls his eyes at the bravado, but nevertheless goes along with the dwarves-out-front principle. "I already regret not getting a pole of my own ..." he mutters under his breath, studying the stonework as he advances.

Dejrik Garraksen "I would prefer not to jump right back into combat," Dejrik says, still shaking some of the stiffness out of his joints, "personally speaking. My vote is for the hole."

Dejrik Garraksen As Dejrik regains function in his everything, he begins to sit up, eyeing the group. Once it becomes clear he was the only one affected by the worm, he sighs deeply in relief, and clamours to his feet with all the grace of a newborn calf. "I may not have seen anything," he says, conveying he's okay by omission, "but that noise meant there's something in there that knows we're out here, right?" He doesn't move to investigate anything immediately, having learned his lesson from last time.