[IC] Chapter 2-3: Safe Haven

[DM Surranó]

The "elder" watches scornfully how the party reacts to her presence.

(the following spoiler is about her thoughts. I wrote it as DM notes but now I let all of you have a sneak peek. Read at your own peril, but this is strictly OOC info unless you can read her mind...)

The gnome first to speak, but what else could you expect from people having so long names they can't even remember themselves?
The half-breed with a sack of potatoes for father, speaking up next, all concerned about greed.
The elderly dwarf, smelling of coal and ore tip to toe, with those nervously fluttering eyes, apparently scared of his own shadow.
That other gnome, the one talking to a bear, well, could be considered worthy but still talking so much and doing all this as if I wasn't here at all...
At least that other dwarf and the elf are decent -- but how did an elf get into such a group of weirdos?
That girl over there, an enigma in herself. Seems to be young and... amused maybe? Well, she damn better shouldn't...

After a long and deep silence, the slender little woman exchanges a few words with Myshnue in Sylvan.

"You sure they worthy?"
"The best I could come up with, Elder."
"Saplings."
"They could try."
"Die trying. Or worse."

Another pause.
Finally, the woman sighs.
"You best we have now. We have problems with powerful neighbour who's been respectful until lately."

Once again, she falls silent, as if expecting to see how the party reacts to this overflowing revelation of more than a dozen words.