fandomhigh | A New You, Tuesday, Period Two

Today, students, you would enter the danger shop to find yourself and your merry band of fellows sitting on the outskirts of that same seaside community, near a particularly large but depressingly sparse-looking farmer's field.

"Congratulations," Fjord said jovially once it looked as though everybody had arrived. "Warden cut you a deal... you all get to clear your name together, innocent or otherwise, if you do the town this one particular favor. You see, apparently, there have been some kobolds stirring up hell on the outskirts of town. They tend to show up around the same time every night, digging up farms, ruining crops. Now... we can't have that. Yes, this town does also have a fairly active fishing industry and the hunting on the outskirts isn't half bad. The locals aren't necessarily going to go hungry, but winters are long this far north, and people need the grains and other such things in their diet, and a good deal of the town's economy comes from trading their harvest."

He didn't figure most of the class necessarily cared. He was still going to share what the Warden had said. Important backstory, and all.

"So, to clear your names, you'll need to find out what the kobolds want and deal with it, or just kill the little fuckers and get it over with. Up to you. Warden doesn't care how the job gets done, just so long as this gets put to a stop." He lifted his chin and smiled pleasantly at his little adventuring party. "So... what do you do?"

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"If ever," Fjord replied, nodding his head a little. "I still have a lot of questions, they might have my answers."

He paused, and then added, "Wouldn't mind some company for that trip, though. Had a traveling partner for a couple of weeks before I wound up here, name of Jester. Who the hell knows where she's at by now?"

"You think maybe she's still looking for you? You could've been gone for a long time, or, hell, I don't even know how time works between here and there when the calendars are all different." Beau shrugged. "No way to get a message to her either, is there?"

"We were moving through the mountains," Fjord sighed. "Not exactly a great forwarding address, there. Might be able to get a message through to her in Trostenwald, assuming she makes it that far on her own."

He shook his head a little. Was he worried? A bit. Though she had seemed capable enough.

If slightly eccentric.

"After this long? Hell if I know. I'd be fit to be tied if I could get a letter through while we were both stuck here, though."

"You're not assuming she's not capable of making it on her own, are you?" Beau asked, squinting at him sideways; it was a partly serious question, but also partly just for the sake of giving him a bit of a hard time, since that was now pretty far up on her list of favorite pastimes. "She sounds cool, though. What's she like?"

"What, Jester?" Fjord chuckled a little. "She's at least as capable of taking care of herself as I am. It's more a statement about the mountains than about her, we were travelling together for a reason."

There wre Ettin in those thar hills.

"She's..." He considered for a few seconds. "She's energetic. Cheerful. Wants the best for people, I think, but she's not above stirring up harmless trouble, either. In fact, I think she thrives on it."

Beau snickered. “Yeah, that’s true. I, uh,” and her expression closed off a bit as if she was a little bit reluctant to talk about this, “grew up not too far away from those mountains, so I have a pretty good idea.”

And that was much as she really wanted to say on the subject of her family, so she veered away from that hard.

“Yeah, okay, she definitely sounds cool.” Even if the idea of people being that optimistic seemed slightly unrealistic to her. “If we ever get a chance to make it back there and, y’know, you can find her, I’d be into meeting her.”

Not like that. Well, maybe a little bit.

You'd love her, Beau.

"Provided I can find her again, hell yes I'll introduce you," Fjord replied, letting that conversation veer hard onto the topic of the little blue tiefling girl, instead. He knew a 'don't go there' when he saw it. Sometimes. "You'd probably get a kick out of her. And the more the merrier, right? If you aren't opposed to doing some travel, I think we'd both be happy to have your company."

He liked you, Beau. Stick around a while.

They were going to be future roomies, after all.

"I could be into that," Beau said as the hint of a genuine smile -- it didn't even look pained -- began to spread across her face. "I could so be into that."

Not, mind you, that she was going to count on it yet. But she'd be happy enough to hold on to the prospect for a while.

"Well, good," Fjord replied, smiling right back. "I'll continue keeping an eye out for a way to get home, you do the same? And we'll let the other know if and when we figure it out. How's that sound?"

Beau looked at him for a moment, eyes narrowed in thought, then nodded and stuck a hand out.

"That's a good deal. I'll take that deal."

And Fjord couldn't help but grin as he took Beau's hand and shook it. At this point, he couldn't imagine going home without letting Beau know, anyway.

"Deal."

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