Lorehoarding...
Lorehoarding...
41 quotes (41 spoken, 0 mentions)
“Calm down, Twodeals. The cold should have put the Bloodfields silent. If not—we’ll soon find out.”
“Damn this grass. We had better not break an axle. At least I’ve got [Lightweight Wheels].”
“A road? If there was any, it’s long before our time. Probably before the Bloodfields expanded. Must have been swallowed up. Or abandoned.”
“Not much. Not much fighting of late. Tyrion Veltras comes down every year, but it’s not like the old wars. Then again, you’d know as much about that as I.”
“I’ve heard longer. I suppose we’re safe. Dead gods and Ancestors, I hate this commute. We should have gone later.”
“I don’t like the Watchertrees. I think we’re in range. How far do some of them reach?”
“I know, I know! Alright, let’s not spook the newbies. I’m surprised you came, though. You hate this route as much as I do.”
“Oh! I thought your brother was?”
“Fair enough. And you get it from your home? They own mines or do they just have great smiths? I can see the crest. Very Drakish. Love the Dragon. Right out of the stories, eh?”
“What good is silver in a sword? Mithril now…although, this is a fine blade.”
“Fair enough.”
“So—that group must be Silverfangs. I think I saw a few markings on them. Silver fang—like crescent? Biting teeth?”
“Ah, good sorts, I think. Not like Woven Bladegrass or…”
“I never—”
“What? What?”
“Not just one. Looks like four. At least—I think I see four.”
“Four Runners? What are the odds?”
“Ooh. I see what Ysara means. She’s definitely not going to run through the Bloodfields, though.”
“No way a local Runner doesn’t know about the Bloodfields, Ysara. I bet this one will turn right or left.”
“You must be mad. Why would you want to run through the Bloodfields?”
“That's our stop as well. Would you like to go the rest of the way with us? It might be slow, but we'll share a fire and food.”
“[Bandits]! Run for it!”
“What? Our goods—”
“[Dangersense]! Ysara—run!”
“Nothing to be done. Damn Runners. At least they didn’t make it. I didn’t see more than one running, and hopefully she’s poisoned.”
“You woke up the Bloodfields! Those other Runners—murderers, Gazi the Omniscient, Gnolls—this is a disaster!”
“Let him die slow.”
“Let him suffer. You want to try and…? That’s a terrible way for you to die.”
“Ancestor’s wrinkled tits, Ysara! Don’t give me a heart-attack!”
“I don't know! They were both threatening the other, but then they fell silent, and I thought—then she got up and cut one of their heads off! Keep your heads down! Protect the goods!”
“Even Hawk the Hare wouldn't try that, and he's the closest Courier, Lady Pathseeker!”
“What’s she doing in Liscor? That remote backwater’s got nothing in it. Their army are useful mercenary bastards, but Liscor’s got the Antinium.”
“We’re not Roshal. We’ll just work you like Lizardfolk. Maybe we’ll make him grab our Chests of Holding.”
“What’s so odd? Even Runners probably risk the Bloodfields run.”
“She has to know, Ysara! Don’t go racing off suddenly—the Bloodfields react to sound and movement!”
“Ysara!”
“Hm? Oh, right. House…er…you know, I never asked which one. Not the Five Families. Visiting the family?”
“How do you know they’re warriors? Could be just Plains Gnolls?”
“Easy. Ysara practically drags you away and you try to kill yourself? And us?”
“My, my. Your entire family really must be filled with high-level [Warriors]. You’re the most dangerous [Merchant] I know. Which—come to mention it—can I ask you not to embarrass my [Guards], Ysara?”
“Maybe wait until the winter?”