GoodTeletubby
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Dess cheerfully tucks away a gold robe in her bag along with the other various stuff she's bringing along, before gathering the last of the stuff she'd set aside in the cart to take with them.
"Okay, I've got some climbing gear, some disguise stuff, and the valuables, if anyone wants to haul something."
A soft smile crosses her face momentarily as Beldar names the armor, and she sees the weight of the land lift from him for a moment. She's not sure why, but she recognizes the same sort of escapist pleasure she was indulging in while picking up new stuff.
We all have to get our pleasures where we can, and at least these guys aren't as materially focused as I am.
Dess sets the last of the loot on the ground for the others to divvy up as Ismark makes his apology, and sympathy softens her face as it reminds her of some more unpleasant memories, while she considers how bad their entire lives must have been in this land. She steps up and claps him gently on the shoulder.
"It's alright, Ismark. The powers that be where I grew up weren't quite as bad as Strahd, and Luskan isn't as dire and inescapable as Barovia, but trust me, I know that dread when one of those who wields that power takes an interest in someone you care for. Or you."
A shiver runs through her body at memories she does not want to dwell on, and she settles her pack more firmly on her shoulders.
"But anyways. Wolves. Knowing our luck and the nature of this place, not the kind that'll avoid you if you give them the chance."
"Okay, I've got some climbing gear, some disguise stuff, and the valuables, if anyone wants to haul something."
A soft smile crosses her face momentarily as Beldar names the armor, and she sees the weight of the land lift from him for a moment. She's not sure why, but she recognizes the same sort of escapist pleasure she was indulging in while picking up new stuff.
We all have to get our pleasures where we can, and at least these guys aren't as materially focused as I am.
Dess sets the last of the loot on the ground for the others to divvy up as Ismark makes his apology, and sympathy softens her face as it reminds her of some more unpleasant memories, while she considers how bad their entire lives must have been in this land. She steps up and claps him gently on the shoulder.
"It's alright, Ismark. The powers that be where I grew up weren't quite as bad as Strahd, and Luskan isn't as dire and inescapable as Barovia, but trust me, I know that dread when one of those who wields that power takes an interest in someone you care for. Or you."
A shiver runs through her body at memories she does not want to dwell on, and she settles her pack more firmly on her shoulders.
"But anyways. Wolves. Knowing our luck and the nature of this place, not the kind that'll avoid you if you give them the chance."