[IC] Chapter 1-7: Many Meetings

[Silent Giant]

OOC - yes, they are close enough, some 30 feet from Toot and 20ish from Torin/Portho.

The lean man nods with a sigh of relief upon the positive reception of his offer to parlay. Glancing back, he takes a step forward and to the left to give way to the man in breastplate.
"My name is Murkatos, armorer by trade, and I came here looking for my fortune. I expected an easy trip and was not prepared for the horrors that assaulted me on this haunted place. Two ghosts, or some other kind of incorporeal nastiness, cornered me inside the mansion that is at the end of this tunnel. I would be probably dead by now if these fine men," indicating the other two, "came to my aid. Together we defeated the undead; as well as the darkmantles," this time he indicates the corpses lying around on the floor of this very cavern "but we lost one of our companions in the struggle."

He stops at this point and glances at the man in breastplate, encouraging him to step forward and he does so.

"Name's Maul, humble priest of Pelor. Our party of four was sent by the Council of Sea Jewel to follow a prophecy of the ancients called The Chant of Ages. If you saw the prismatic cylinder of light behind you; that's the portal through which we arrived. According to the Chant these are the Tunnels of Hate, and we are supposed to find the Sea of Hate; throw the Key of Hate within to lock up the Sea. Right now, however, we are in a stalemate since we encountered a nasty adamantine-made guardian that threatened our lives. We-- To make to long story short there must be more evil lying ahead and if you are willing to accompany us on a noble quest we offer a fair share of all threasure found. Once we get through the guardian of the armory, that is."

At this point Giant also steps forward and nods - Yeah, a moving statue, you know.
We don't share our loot with them I don't know them and I don't trust them but they can get reward from the Council if they survive this place. - He looks resentfully