Marpenoth 19, 1367 DR - Year of the Shield
The paladin could see Haeming inching forward from the corner of his eye. "Hold skald. Redeye, come to me."
Redeye glared at the paladin. His reptilian jaw set firm. Off to the side one of the smaller lizard men jabbered at the shaman. Its language a series of low growls, hisses, and clicks. Redeye nodded.
Remenissions shifted his shoulders uncomfortably. He knew he was not as unarmed as he appeared. His massive warhammer in a baldric strapped to his back. The paladin bent his knees slightly ready to either attack or retreat.
Redeye stepped forward, “what do you want from me human? If you want Blue Feathers, continue search. We have no love for them, and their causing of problems. But how do I know you not lie?”
Remenissions closed his eyes, feeling for that spark of bliss. He felt it; he felt that connection with his god that not even a cleric could feel. Remenissions opened his eyes and relaxed. He sensed no evil intent from this creature. “Thank you, Redeye. I believe you mean us no harm.”
Dorians sighed deeply. “You say you're also enemies of these Blue Feathers? Would you be interested in helping put an end to them?”
Justian pulled “Coryn, do you still have those belts and baldrics from the fight at the noble house?”
“Indeed I do,” Coryn shouldered off his leather back pack and pulled out the baldrics scavenged from the Cromm Estate. One by one he laid them on the water soaked ground for Redeye to see. The lizard man shaman stepped forward and nodded his satisfaction.
The rain changed from a down pour to a light drizzle.
Dorian strapped his bow across his back, resting his hands on the hilts of his swords.. ”Anything you could tell us about these Blue Feathers would be useful.”
“Yes,” Justian nodded his agreement. Sheets of water fell off his cloaked head. “We want to know the location of the Blue Feather's camp. Redeye, do you by chance know where this other tribe is located?”
Redeye walked forward, squatting next to the blue feathers and leather baldrics, the soft sound of his footsteps barely masked by the lightly falling rain. “We cannot afford war with Blue Feathers, but continue on. You are close. Should you destroy them, kill their leader. I help you return home.”
“Do you know the strength in numbers of this other tribe?” Justian asked, backing away slightly from Redeye.
Remenissions snorted, “that does not matter.”
“It matters only in the strategy,” Justian countered.
“Their numbers appear to be greatly depleted,” Dorian glared at the reckless paladin. “We found a number of their corpses on our way here. Now may be the best time to strike.”
Haeming rolled his shoulders, staring at the shaman: "what would stop them from attacking our backs when we move on?"
Remenissions picks up his scimitar and sheathed it, “they won't. This I know.”
“We wish no trouble humans,” Redeye croaked, “We only wish to live.”
“I trust Rem's judgment.” Justian checked his bag for any leaks. The contents were still mostly dry. The young warrior had all but forgotten his earlier suspicions. “Redeye, you have parlayed. I leave you in peace.”