The Road to Saltmarsh

[Legesh]

Legesh saunters just behind the left corner of the wagon holding the remains of the old priest he is escorting to Saltmarsh and his pack, for his final rest. Lesesh wears travel worn simple bagy grey trouser and tunic tied about the waist with a bright red sash, and carries a staff of supple worn wood in his hand with its haft resting on his shoulder. If the others look at him they see a man or perhaps a half-elf, bearing the scares of terrible burns, with a shaved head exposing the nubs of what was perhaps the remain of the pointed ears of his kind. As he walks you can see he us quite lean with very graceful fluid movements. He appears to be listening to the conversations of the others in the carivan, and the fiddle music of Rasc riding on the wagon, and as gains familiarity with the tune he begins to whistle along with Rasc's fiddle music.

[Galwyn]

Galwyn's hands were mostly clean and smooth, not the hands of a labourer, but there were some calluses there, you'd guess he'd at least had some decent practise with his weapon.

"Yes, I got new boots just for the occasion." He lifts up a leg and you can see he sports a pair of relatively new, but well fitted and sturdy leather boots that are well suited for the surrounding lands, provided they stay dry.

"I haven't done much trekking barefoot, I'll have to try it sometime." He says sincerely, taking on Kezi's advice.

"Any thoughts on the kind of work they'll be needing us for when we get there?" The young man continues the small talk.

[Rasc C'wningen]

Rasc smiles at the man, "Well meet Garrett Voltaire, apprentice mage. I am Rasc C'wningen, I don't have a title as impressive as apprentice mage.... I am just a simple traveler, sometimes a scout, and finder of lost... goods." The smile on his face is genuine, but there is a twinkle in his eyes that appears very mischievous.

[Kezi]

The half-orc examined Galwyn's boots attentively while they walking, nodding with satisfaction. "Those look like good boots."

At the question, Kezi shrugged. "I hadn't thought about. I am actually coming to the Saltmarshes for a different profession. Though, I imagine I will have plenty of free time for other pursuits. No one hopes to be busy in my line of work." Even before a glimmer of curiosity can light Galwyn's eyes, she explained. "I am a priest of Wee Jas. The Saltmarshes are in need of a gravedigger, and someone to administer Last Rites." Her fingers touched the holy symbol hidden under her shirt collar. That explains the dirt on her clothes. Gravedirt.

[Legesh]

Hearing Kezi mention she is a priest of Wee Jas, Legesh carefully and respectfully approaches her saying timidly in a hoarse voice damaged by heat and smoke exposure, "Greetings sister of the faith, I am but a humble Monk of the Ruby Grey order of Wee Jas, I was escorting brother Seliestie to Saltmarsh to assist him with his priestly duties, but he passed on, and I have been left with the honor of escorting his ashes to the temple there to be given his last rights! May I be so bold as to request your assistance in this?

[Galwyn]

"The Taker's chosen." Galwyn bows his head slightly in reverence. Once to Kezi, and then again to Legesh. "I'm sure the people of Saltmarsh will be happy to have a keeper for their dead once more."

He steps sideways slightly to allow the newcomer easier access to Kezi as they continue down the road.

[Legesh]

" I am a herbalist monk, a minor healer that tends to the sick and injured in the temple grounds, and see to it that the unfortunate get properly passed into thier afterlife with my meager skills. I do not have the healing magics of the priest hood. Unfortunatley the old brother Selieste I was providing a protective escort too, came down with a mysterious fever and succumbed quickly to its ravages. I was forced to reduce his body to ashes for transport to the temple, so as to contain the infliction. He had a letter of introduction on him when he passsed. Since you are the first priest of the clergy I have seen since setting out with Father Selieste, I would like to present it to you! ", with that Legesh reaches into the leather pouch at his wast profering a carefully folded parchment, sealed with Ruby red wax bearing the seal of Wee Jas.

[Blossom Applebottom]

A small girl approaches the group.  She is wearing a brightly colored floral dress with several axes stuck in her belt.  She was barefoot.  Her bright eyes were wide open and locked on Rasc as she approached.  "Yondalla's saggy tits!" she suddenly shouts.  "A fucking rabbit wearing clothes!"  She looks up at the wizard-looking man.  "This a familiar or just a well-trained rabbit?  Seems a waste.  A rabbit that big would make an incredible stew!"

[Rasc C'wningen]

Rasc looks at the halfling and frowns. "Aw, an unattended human child. I wasn't aware that humans typically armed their wee ones in these parts." The haregon says not stopping his tune as he plays. He was used to trading barbs with the ill informed, and ignorant.

[Garrett Voltaire]

Oh! Um...hello! Garrett looked caught off-guard by the sudden appearance of the boisterous halfling girl. He is not a familiar, he's a new friend. And friends aren't food! he added sagely, waving his quill around for dramatic effect. Familiars take the shape of much smaller creatures, such as a cats, ravens, and snakes. Or owls, like my dear companion here. The owl narrowed its eyes at Blossom, seemingly appraising the young halfling for a minute, before it gave a small hoot and what looked to be a nod. Rabbit familiars are not unheard of, but they're normally of a more...traditional size.