Rinthi Politics

It is before dawn on Huegel, the 85th day of the Descending Sun,
In the Year of Lirathu's Agitation, year 77 of the 20th Age.

A Cramped, Dingy Bar [EWU]
A message board is propped up against a wall.
A multi-ringed dartboard hangs on a wall here.
The tall figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak wearing a black leather and sandcloth veil is sitting at a triangular stone table.
The muscular, hatchet-faced man stands here by the door.
The thick-set, sideburned bartender is here cleaning out mugs with a rag.
The lanky, dreadlocked man, is hanging out here lazily against the wall.
The long-haired, scar faced man stands by the bar, arms over his chest.
The short and thick male wearing a grey shaded, black face-wrap is standing here.

The tall figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak wearing a black leather and sandcloth veil looks up at you.

The figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak nods to the tall figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak wearing a black leather
and sandcloth veil and moves closer to the tall figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak wearing a black leather and sandcloth veil.

With a brief nod, the tall figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak wearing a black leather and sandcloth veil says to you, in
rinthi-accented sirihish:
"Eh.. grab a crate then."

You say to the tall figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak wearing a black leather and sandcloth veil, in sirihish:
"Why are you holding your weapons - should I hold them too?"

l tables
At 1) a long, low and cracked clay table are:
a few empty seats.
At 2) a triangular stone table are:
the tall figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak wearing a black leather and sandcloth veil,
and a couple of empty seats.
At 3) a sturdy old bar are:
some empty seats.

With a vague chuckle, the tall figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak wearing a black leather and sandcloth veil says to you, in
rinthi-accented sirihish:
"Was ou' walkin' th' alleys.. bu', nah, I don't need 'em now."

The tall figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak wearing a black leather and sandcloth veil sheathes a jade-infixed bone scimitar.

The tall figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak wearing a black leather and sandcloth veil sheathes a obsidian-spiked mace.

sit triangular
You sit down at a triangular stone table.

At your table, you say in sirihish:
"I hope that boyo will come later."

At your table, the tall figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak wearing a black leather and sandcloth veil says in rinthi-accented
sirihish, with a slight shrug:
"Don't matter much to me either way, seen hundreds of lads like him."

The figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak briefly nods.

At your table, the tall figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak wearing a black leather and sandcloth veil says in rinthi-accented
sirihish, letting out a slow breath as he regards you:
"So.. why d'ye care so much 'bout th' 'rinth. How it was made.. wha's happenin' to change it?"

The figure in a dark, hooded cloak has arrived from the west.
The figure in a dark, hooded cloak sheathes a forked dagger.
The figure in a dark, hooded cloak sheathes a forked dagger.

At your table, you say in sirihish:
"I don`t like the slavery in the `nak and also hate templars. I heard that `rinth was established against such these things."

The figure in a dark, hooded cloak sits down at a triangular stone table.

At your table, you say in sirihish:
"Then the real establishers fade away and `rinth lost its spirit."

At your table, you say in sirihish:
"As I know but can be different."

The figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak turns to the figure in a dark, hooded cloak.

At your table, you say in sirihish:
"Oh, you made it here."

The figure in a dark, hooded cloak nods.

At your table, the tall figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak wearing a black leather and sandcloth veil says in rinthi-accented
sirihish, with a slight grunt:
"'Rinth happened 'cause there's no feckin' 'sid 'round here an' everybody's as poor as shite. No fecks set it up.. it jus' happened."

At your table, the tall figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak wearing a black leather and sandcloth veil says in rinthi-accented
sirihish:
"There were.. fellas who tried to figh' though."

At your table, you say in sirihish:
"Are they still here to protect innocent, to gain the spirit again?"

At your table, the tall figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak wearing a black leather and sandcloth veil says in rinthi-accented
sirihish, with a wave of his hand:
"As ye can see they was none too successful."

At your table, the figure in a dark, hooded cloak says in rinthi-accented sirihish:
"figh' ? Agains' wh't?"

The figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak sadly shakes his head.

At your table, the tall figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak wearing a black leather and sandcloth veil says in rinthi-accented
sirihish:
"'Gainst th' silks an' th' templars.. 'gainst th' fecks who was screwin' everybody over. Are they still here? Maybe."

At your table, you say in sirihish:
"There must be some way for this, such a difficult and long way."

At your table, the figure in a dark, hooded cloak says in rinthi-accented sirihish:
"Ye say it like ther' are n't nobody now"

At your table, the figure in a dark, hooded cloak says in rinthi-accented sirihish:
"They gone or wip'd ou' ? Or what?"

At your table, you say in sirihish:
"We can supply food for the children and who needs most. So, stealing for food ratio may decrease."

At your table, the tall figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak wearing a black leather and sandcloth veil says in rinthi-accented
sirihish, leaning forward on his crate:
"Mos' of 'em were wiped ou', yeah. Th' figh' was lost."

The figure in a dark, hooded cloak shakes his head.

At your table, the tall figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak wearing a black leather and sandcloth veil says in rinthi-accented
sirihish, his gaze fixing on you:
"Ye soun' like somebody I been hearin' lately.."

At your table, the tall figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak wearing a black leather and sandcloth veil says in rinthi-accented
sirihish, tapping his chin with his thumb as he continues to regard you carefully:
"Th' name Darani mean anythin' to ye?"

At your table, you say in sirihish:
"I didn`t hear that name."

At your table, the tall figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak wearing a black leather and sandcloth veil says in rinthi-accented
sirihish:
"Wha' 'bout.. th' Saint?"

At your table, you say in sirihish:
"No. Are they the ones fighting for the spirit?"

At your table, the tall figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak wearing a black leather and sandcloth veil says in rinthi-accented
sirihish:
"Th' first one, nah, I don't think so.. bu' this Saint.. he migh' jus' be."

At your table, you say in sirihish:
"Why do people call him Saint? Is there a special meaning behind this?"

At your table, the figure in a dark, hooded cloak says in rinthi-accented sirihish:
"I'm gonna ask somethin' . Ye sa'd the fight was lost. So what happen'd to th' still alive ones?"

At your table, you say in sirihish:
"Are they hiding somewhere within the city?"

At your table, the tall figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak wearing a black leather and sandcloth veil says in rinthi-accented
sirihish, lifting his shoulders in a shrug:
"Dunno, I know nothin' 'bout th' feck. Ain't heard or seen him ever."

The figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak briefly nods to the tall figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak wearing a black
leather and sandcloth veil.

At your table, the tall figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak wearing a black leather and sandcloth veil says in rinthi-accented
sirihish:
"An' as fer th 'others.. nothin' too. I guess they jus' gave up th' figh'. This was a long time ago.. I was only a kid then."

At your table, the figure in a dark, hooded cloak says in rinthi-accented sirihish:
"Now what 'en? "

At your table, the figure in a dark, hooded cloak says in rinthi-accented sirihish:
"Yer the only on' left ye know of them?"

At your table, you say in sirihish:
"We can start from nothing if there are any voluntaries. I see at least three here."

At your table, the tall figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak wearing a black leather and sandcloth veil says in rinthi-accented
sirihish, with a glance around the bar:
"Ye know who runs this place lads?"

The figure in a dark, hooded cloak shakes his head.

At your table, you say in sirihish:
"No, don`t know."

At your table, the figure in a dark, hooded cloak says in rinthi-accented sirihish:
"What 'f that?"

At your table, the tall figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak wearing a black leather and sandcloth veil says in rinthi-accented
sirihish, reaching up to scratch at his cheek:
"Don't matter much.. guess all I need to know is how much ye wanna help ou'. Ye talk big so far."

The figure in a dark, hooded cloak narrows his eyes.
At your table, the tall figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak wearing a black leather and sandcloth veil says in rinthi-accented
sirihish, his gaze dropping on the figure in a dark, hooded cloak:
"Don't go eyeballin' me lad. I been eyeballed by experts 'fore an' ye look like ye migh' piss yer pants to me."

At your table, you say in sirihish:
"If you talk big than you can establish big. So, I see many obstacles but none can stop the real spirit if we dig them out."

At your table, the figure in a dark, hooded cloak says in rinthi-accented sirihish:
"Fer m' , I can do whatever I can. But ye sa'd it like 't matters who runs th' place"

At your table, the tall figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak wearing a black leather and sandcloth veil says in rinthi-accented
sirihish:
"Wha' can ye lads do? Ye handy with blades?"

At your table, the tall figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak wearing a black leather and sandcloth veil says in rinthi-accented
sirihish:
"Ye gonna walk th' alleys rallyin' folk to yer cause?"

At your table, the figure in a dark, hooded cloak says in rinthi-accented sirihish, smiling:
"M' not good with anything, jus' escap't from slavery. But Amarah 's good"

At your table, the figure in a dark, hooded cloak says in rinthi-accented sirihish:
"M' don' think rallyin' will work"

At your table, you say in sirihish:
"For myself, I think I can give some good fight but I am better at hunting."

At your table, you say in sirihish:
"That is why I am guarding that boyo, he needs help."

The figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak briefly tilts his head to the figure in a dark, hooded cloak.

At your table, the tall figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak wearing a black leather and sandcloth veil says in rinthi-accented
sirihish, casting a quick glance around the bar:
"I ain't gonna say much.. bu' I will say tha' th' figh's gone underground."

At your table, the figure in a dark, hooded cloak says in rinthi-accented sirihish, frowning:
"Wha' do we need then?"

At your table, you say in sirihish:
"My skills are different and can be used accordingly."

At your table, you say in sirihish:
"Such as supplying food or bringing shells for armors."

At your table, the figure in a dark, hooded cloak says in rinthi-accented sirihish:
"Be 'n underground?"

The figure in a dark, hooded cloak's eyes suddenly light up.

At your table, the tall figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak wearing a black leather and sandcloth veil says in rinthi-accented
sirihish:
"Wha' we need is conflict.. tension.. we need a divided southside. One tha' needs help.. our help. Change migh' come from tha'."

The figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak slightly bobs his head.

At your table, the tall figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak wearing a black leather and sandcloth veil says in rinthi-accented
sirihish:
"We need a bargainin' position lads is wha' I'm sayin'."

At your table, the figure in a dark, hooded cloak says in rinthi-accented sirihish:
"Underground..?"

At your table, you say in sirihish:
"How can we create tension in south? "

At your table, the figure in a dark, hooded cloak says in rinthi-accented sirihish:
"Is 'at anythin' to do with th' sewer problem last year?"

At your table, the figure in a dark, hooded cloak says in rinthi-accented sirihish:
"Or is 'at just underground"

At your table, the tall figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak wearing a black leather and sandcloth veil says in rinthi-accented
sirihish, nodding briefly to the figure in a dark, hooded cloak:
"Aye underground, when I was a kid they was lobbin' bombs 'round. Didn't do nothin' bu' make fecks hate us an' fear us more. We gotta be
smarter."

At your table, the tall figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak wearing a black leather and sandcloth veil says in rinthi-accented
sirihish:
"An' no.. nothin' to do with th' sewers.. tha's some other crazy shite."

The figure in a dark, hooded cloak nods.

At your table, the tall figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak wearing a black leather and sandcloth veil says in rinthi-accented
sirihish, his gaze moving back to you:
"Tension southside.. it ain't tha' hard. Lotta Houses don't like each other. Collect info on 'em, exploit it.. open rifts."

At your table, the figure in a dark, hooded cloak says in rinthi-accented sirihish:
"Allright. But how can we make tension wit' three people?"

At your table, the figure in a dark, hooded cloak says in rinthi-accented sirihish:
"An' nothin' to do wit' recruitin' ?"

At your table, you say in sirihish:
"I hope there are more. At leats I have another friends like me."

At your table, the tall figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak wearing a black leather and sandcloth veil says in rinthi-accented
sirihish, with a vague chuckle:
"Ye act like it's jus' three.. there's more 'course. Bu' I'm all ye meet fer now.. 'til ye prove yer worth."

The figure in a dark, hooded cloak grins.

At your table, the figure in a dark, hooded cloak says in rinthi-accented sirihish:
"Got th't"

At your table, the figure in a dark, hooded cloak says in rinthi-accented sirihish:
"But ther' ma' be other ways, eh?"

At your table, the figure in a dark, hooded cloak says in rinthi-accented sirihish:
"Th' others makin' tension too?"

At your table, the tall figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak wearing a black leather and sandcloth veil says in rinthi-accented
sirihish:
"How did ye think it coul' be done? Get five thousand fecks to march into th' city of hundreds of thousands? Tha' shite ain't gonna
work.. we gotta be smart. Others are ou' doin' their jobs, aye."

At your table, the tall figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak wearing a black leather and sandcloth veil says in rinthi-accented
sirihish:
"Ye came in here talkin' fancy words 'bout th' spirit an' shite.. tha' don't move fecks 'round here. They know th' odds. They know th'
score."

At your table, you say in sirihish:
"Yes, you are completely right. First we have to fix the problems here while we are collecting important rumors from south."

At your table, the figure in a dark, hooded cloak says in rinthi-accented sirihish, nodding:
"Tension then."

At your table, the figure in a dark, hooded cloak says in rinthi-accented sirihish:
"But firs' we gotta get into the houses"

At your table, the tall figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak wearing a black leather and sandcloth veil says in rinthi-accented
sirihish, with a grunt:
"It's politics.. an' I'm talkin' th' nasty underbelly here. We wanna get fecks in our pocket so we can lean on 'em when th' time is
righ', force 'em our way to get wha' we want."

At your table, the tall figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak wearing a black leather and sandcloth veil says in rinthi-accented
sirihish:
"Ye don't gotta get in yerself, ye hear somethin' good an' ye pu' th' squeeze on 'em. It's 'bout keepin' yer eyes an' ears open fer
opportunities."

At your table, the figure in a dark, hooded cloak says in rinthi-accented sirihish:
"What politics? Threats? Lies? Rumors? "

At your table, the figure in a dark, hooded cloak says in rinthi-accented sirihish:
"Thin' like 'at?"

At your table, the tall figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak wearing a black leather and sandcloth veil says in rinthi-accented
sirihish, with a slow nod:
"Th' whole thing.. anythin' to give -us- an' edge."

At your table, the tall figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak wearing a black leather and sandcloth veil says in rinthi-accented
sirihish, with a rough gesture around the bar:
"Fecks ou' in th' alleys.. they ain't gonna change things. Can't be done. A revolution won't work.. it'd be crushed."

At your table, the figure in a dark, hooded cloak says in rinthi-accented sirihish:
"What abou' thin' done 'till now?"

At your table, the figure in a dark, hooded cloak says in rinthi-accented sirihish:
"Since when did ye try that politics"

At your table, the tall figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak wearing a black leather and sandcloth veil says in rinthi-accented
sirihish, tilting his head from side to side a little:
"Been goin' on.. 'bout ten years. It ain't easy.. we lose people 'long th' way. Bu' there's been successes."

At your table, the figure in a dark, hooded cloak says in rinthi-accented sirihish:
"Success'? "

The figure in a dark, hooded cloak takes a deep breath.
At your table, the figure in a dark, hooded cloak says in rinthi-accented sirihish, giving a deep sigh:
"Was 't wort' then?"

At your table, you say in sirihish:
"That wicked guys in Alleys will always be there if nothing can be done against them. Somehow we should get started with the politics."

At your table, the tall figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak wearing a black leather and sandcloth veil says in rinthi-accented
sirihish, with a shrug:
"Anyway, I've tol' ye more tha' 'nough already lads. Ye want in? Fine, ye deal with me. Ye don't like our ways. Fine, we'll keep on
goin'."
At your table, the tall figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak wearing a black leather and sandcloth veil says in rinthi-accented
sirihish:
"We won't be ou' there talkin' 'bout this an' tha' an' 'bout ideals. We'll be ou' there fightin' in th' gutter."

At your table, the figure in a dark, hooded cloak says in rinthi-accented sirihish:
"No need to ask fer me. But M' not know about politics. An' don'no how to begin, that 's why me keep askin'"

At your table, the figure in a dark, hooded cloak says in rinthi-accented sirihish:
"Surely I' m in"

At your table, the tall figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak wearing a black leather and sandcloth veil says in rinthi-accented
sirihish, with a grunt of amusement:
"Well politics.. tha's maybe too fancy a name fer wha' we do. I'm talkin' 'bout sniffin' ou' info an' rumour an' workin' it to our
'vantage."

At your table, you say in sirihish:
"Your ways are good in politics and I am not capable of this sort of things. I am not used to it. Tell me other than politics. I can
supply some food and raw material. Food for starvers, raw materials to ones who are motivated to fight in this way"

At your table, you say in sirihish, pointing the figure in a dark, hooded cloak:
"He will be better in politics, I guess."

At your table, the figure in a dark, hooded cloak says in rinthi-accented sirihish:
"An' the way you sniff 't, ye can show me ? So I may get a grab for m'self"

At your table, the tall figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak wearing a black leather and sandcloth veil says in rinthi-accented
sirihish, shrugging at you:
"This is th' only way we know. Wha' kinda raw materials ye talkin' 'bout here?"

At your table, you say in sirihish:
"I, as a hunter, can find scrab shell or beetle carapace for armor and weapons. Also I go out for mining for obsidian."

At your table, you say in sirihish:
"And there may be others"

At your table, the tall figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak wearing a black leather and sandcloth veil says in rinthi-accented
sirihish, nodding to the figure in a dark, hooded cloak:
"Aye, it's 'bout usin' yer head.. lookin' fer an openin'. I can teach ye some basics bu' either ye got th' street smarts or ye don't."

The figure in a dark, hooded cloak nods to the tall figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak wearing a black leather and sandcloth
veil.

At your table, the tall figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak wearing a black leather and sandcloth veil says in rinthi-accented
sirihish, shrugging again to you:
"If yer good with a blade there migh' be some.. special jobs from time to time."

At your table, the figure in a dark, hooded cloak says in rinthi-accented sirihish:
"Show me. 't woul' be splend't"

At your table, the figure in a dark, hooded cloak says in rinthi-accented sirihish:
"An' M' may train in blade, m'self, if need be"

At your table, the tall figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak wearing a black leather and sandcloth veil says in rinthi-accented
sirihish, dropping a faint nod to the figure in a dark, hooded cloak:
"Grand.. knowin' how to figh' is good."

At your table, the tall figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak wearing a black leather and sandcloth veil says in rinthi-accented
sirihish:
"Others?"

At your table, you say in sirihish:
"And there may be others ways rather than being good in blade, are they?"

At your table, the tall figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak wearing a black leather and sandcloth veil says in rinthi-accented
sirihish:
"I dunno.. 'less yer plannin' on beatin' fecks with yer scrab an' beetle shells."

At your table, you say in sirihish:
"I think that without slowing the starvation problem in `rinth we cannot solve any problems that are present."

At your table, the tall figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak wearing a black leather and sandcloth veil says in rinthi-accented
sirihish, scratching at his cheek:
"Well.. I ain't shellin' ou' 'nough coin to feed five thousand fecks every day. Ye got it yerself?"

At your table, you say in sirihish:
"Later we may need armor and weapon, first we need fix the basis."

The figure in a dark, hooded cloak looks at the tall figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak wearing a black leather and sandcloth
veil.

At your table, you say in sirihish:
"I know, yes we cannot feed all of them but we can start with little, from a point."

At your table, you say in sirihish:
"As time goes we can teach skills them to make them self sufficient."

The figure in a dark, hooded cloak shrugs his shoulders.

At your table, the tall figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak wearing a black leather and sandcloth veil says in rinthi-accented
sirihish, throwing up his hands a little:
"Wha's th' feckin' point in feedin' a few fecks here an' there? Where'll tha' get us?"

At your table, the tall figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak wearing a black leather and sandcloth veil says in rinthi-accented
sirihish:
"Self-sufficient? Yer kiddin' yerself.. can't happen 'less this place changes."

At your table, you say in sirihish:
"On the contrary, without changing people we cannot change the place."

At your table, the figure in a dark, hooded cloak says in rinthi-accented sirihish:
"Allrig't whatever. Think we made a deal."

At your table, the figure in a dark, hooded cloak says in rinthi-accented sirihish:
"I'm up to 't an' m' know Amarah want't too."

At your table, the figure in a dark, hooded cloak says in rinthi-accented sirihish:
"Now.. How can I find ye?"

At your table, you say in sirihish:
"Somehow this place must stand strong, then the change emerges automatically."

At your table, the figure in a dark, hooded cloak says in rinthi-accented sirihish:
"Or anybody, we can meet right away."

At your table, the tall figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak wearing a black leather and sandcloth veil says in rinthi-accented
sirihish, with a shake of his head at you:
"Ye keep talkin' yer fancy ideas an' see how far they take ye. This place is five thousand people, th' eastside hates th' westside.. they will not stand together. Change has to be brough' in from ou'side."

At your table, the tall figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak wearing a black leather and sandcloth veil says in rinthi-accented
sirihish, switching his attention back to the figure in a dark, hooded cloak:
"Ye can find me mind if ye need to get in touch with me. We can set up a meet then."

At your table, you say in sirihish:
"Everything can be done if there is a will to do it. What do we lose if we start it somehow."

At your table, the figure in a dark, hooded cloak says in rinthi-accented sirihish:
"Where? M' need to stay in th' street wit' daggers in hand? Don' think so. "

At your table, the figure in a dark, hooded cloak says in rinthi-accented sirihish:
"Mind then.. If m' find yer mind meet here, right?"

At your table, the tall figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak wearing a black leather and sandcloth veil says in rinthi-accented
sirihish, his gaze flitting back to you:
"Tha's th' easy shite.. anybody can go on 'bout will an' all tha' shite. Ye try it lad.. do it yer way if ye want. This place will only
change when th' city wants it to change."

At your table, the tall figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak wearing a black leather and sandcloth veil says in rinthi-accented
sirihish:
"An' seein' as they don't give much of a shite 'bout here we gotta make 'em think 'bout it, or force 'em to even if they don't wanna."

The figure in a dark, hooded cloak nods.
At your table, the figure in a dark, hooded cloak says in rinthi-accented sirihish:
"Seems like yer pretty talk will go on for some time"

At your table, you say in sirihish:
"I am one person, but it does not mean that it will be the situation forever."

At your table, the figure in a dark, hooded cloak says in rinthi-accented sirihish:
"M' need to have some rest"

At your table, the tall figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak wearing a black leather and sandcloth veil says in rinthi-accented
sirihish, shrugging to you:
"Well, like I said.. ye do it wha'ever way ye want. We'll be doin' it our way."

The figure in a dark, hooded cloak holds his wound on his head, now marked with a dried blood.

You nod to him.

At your table, the tall figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak wearing a black leather and sandcloth veil says in rinthi-accented
sirihish:
"An' I don't need to be tellin' ye lads tha' ye don't breathe a word of this talk to anybody else."

The figure in a dark, hooded cloak grins.

The figure in a dark, hooded cloak nods to the tall figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak wearing a black leather and sandcloth
veil.

At your table, you say in sirihish:
"Ok, as you wish."

The figure in a dark, hooded cloak pushes off of a stained, wooden crate and rises to his feet.

The figure in a dark, hooded cloak says to the tall figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak wearing a black leather and sandcloth
veil, in rinthi-accented sirihish:
"Glad to meet ya"

The tall figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak wearing a black leather and sandcloth veil dips his head in a nod to the figure in a
dark, hooded cloak.
The figure in a dark, hooded cloak says, in rinthi-accented sirihish:
"Now, M'must leave"

At your table, you say in sirihish:
"I support your idea but find it uncomplete. So we can talk more later. See you later. I gotta go now."

The figure in a dark, hooded cloak dips his head before you, then the tall figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak wearing a black leather and sandcloth veil.

At your table, the tall figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak wearing a black leather and sandcloth veil says in rinthi-accented
sirihish:
"Alrigh', be seein' ye."

You push off of a stained, wooden crate and stand up.

You say to the tall figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak wearing a black leather and sandcloth veil, in sirihish:
"See you around."

You say to the figure in a dark, hooded cloak, in sirihish:
"Folow me boyo"

The tall figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak wearing a black leather and sandcloth veil dips his head in a nod to you.

The figure in a dark, hooded cloak falls in behind you.

nod tall
You nod to him.