Matusalem tries to discover why Archer doesn't speak, and they disagree over the major food groups.

You travel a short distance south.
The market place of Elvandar.
This is the center of the market place of Elvandar. The ground is paved
with jade plates and all around you can see shops and people who offer
various wares or services. You hear the bubbling sound of water which comes
from the middle of the market, where you notice a large crystal fountain.
The market place itself extends in every direction.
There are eight obvious exits: north, northeast, east, southeast,
south, southwest, west, northwest.
An ancient stone altar, an ornamented water-filled marble basin and a simple
wooden fish cart.
Beladan, Gerrit (pulling a simple wooden fish cart), Tanriel is resting
here, a button-nosed very young male halfling and a golden-haired
ivory-skinned male half-elf.
The button-nosed very young male halfling looks at you.
The golden-haired ivory-skinned male half-elf looks at you.
You nod slightly.
The golden-haired ivory-skinned male half-elf smiles at you.
The golden-haired ivory-skinned male half-elf introduces himself as:
Kelawyth.
You say in Common: Greetings.
Gerrit introduces himself as: Gerrit trading with fish..
Beladan nods.
Eeks, Gerrit stinks like fish! What a stench!
Beladan introduces himself as: Beladan, Warrior of Taniel.
Gerrit introduces himself as: Gerrit trading with fish..
Gerrit shouts in Gnar: Fish, gam hol! Bilb hol for thom geegub!
Beladan nods.
You introduce yourself as: Eluriel Aelin-uial.
Gerrit introduces himself as: Gerrit trading with fish..
Beladan introduces himself as: Beladan, Warrior of Taniel.
Kelawyth smiles at you.
Kelawyth is a golden-haired ivory-skinned male half-elf.
He has scars on his nose and left cheek.
He has amber eyes.
He has short golden hair and a bad shaven chin.
He is very tall and of normal weight for a half-elf.
He looks nice.
He is in good shape.
He is extremely alert.
He is wearing a left chain gauntlet, a light chainmail, a pair of black
leather boots, a pair of leather thigh-guards, a right chain gauntlet, a
shining metallic chaincoif and a small leather backpack.
You surmise that he wears additional clothing under this.
Eeks, Gerrit stinks like fish!
Kelawyth studies you carefully.
Eeks, Gerrit stinks like fish!
Gerrit strolls out south.
Gerrit pulls out a simple wooden fish cart.
Button-nosed very young male halfling.
Bristling rust-red hair and a cute little button-nose make this halfling
vaguely reminiscent of a hedgehog. Huge ashen eyes seem to take up half the
area of his face, while his thin lips barely account for any. He has a very
compact frame, bears sandy-colored skin, and is definitely a bit fuzzy.
He has scars on his left arm and right arm.
He has gray eyes.
He has short red hair and a very short red beard.
He is short and of normal weight for a halfling.
He looks hideous.
He is in good shape.
He is extremely alert.
He is wearing a left brown leather sandal, a left warglove, a right brown
leather sandal, a right warglove, a straw hat, a white wide kimono and a
white yellow belt.
You surmise that he wears additional clothing under this.
The button-nosed very young male halfling looks at you.
You fill the waterskin (1l) from the fountain.
Kelawyth tells you in Quenya: Good day.
You nod to Kelawyth.
You ask in Common: Any news of late?
Kelawyth says with a Quenyan accent in Common: Other than the darkelf
attacking and killing others?
You say in Common: Mm, yes. I heard. I wonder if he is the one seen
previously? With red eyes?
Kelawyth says with a Quenyan accent in Common: I don't know. I've not
seen one.
Tanriel stands up.
Suddenly Tanriel turns to stone.
You nod.
Kelawyth says with a Quenyan accent in Common: I've only heard others
talking.
Kelawyth looks over at the button-nosed very young male halfling.
Kelawyth says with a Quenyan accent in Common: And good luck getting
this little guy to tell you anything.
The statue of Tanriel crumbles to dust.
Button-nosed very young male halfling.
Bristling rust-red hair and a cute little button-nose make this halfling
vaguely reminiscent of a hedgehog. Huge ashen eyes seem to take up half the
area of his face, while his thin lips barely account for any. He has a very
compact frame, bears sandy-colored skin, and is definitely a bit fuzzy.
He has scars on his left arm and right arm.
He has gray eyes.
He has short red hair and a very short red beard.
He is short and of normal weight for a halfling.
He looks hideous.
He is in good shape.
He is extremely alert.
He is wearing a left brown leather sandal, a left warglove, a right brown
leather sandal, a right warglove, a straw hat, a white wide kimono and a
white yellow belt.
You surmise that he wears additional clothing under this.
Kelawyth grins.
You ask in Common: Why is that? Is he mute?
Kelawyth says with a Quenyan accent in Common: Dunno, but I know he
won't speak.
You smile slightly.
You say in Common: That's odd for a halfling, isn't it?
Kelawyth says with a Quenyan accent in Common: Very
The button-nosed very young male halfling looks at you.
The button-nosed very young male halfling shrugs.
You grin.
Kelawyth says with a Quenyan accent in Common: Though there was a
conversation earlier that suggested he might really be a squirrel.
Kelawyth grins.
The button-nosed very young male halfling shakes his head in
disagreement.
You raise an eyebrow.
You ask the button-nosed very young male halfling in Common: Have you a
name?
The button-nosed very young male halfling nods to you.
Kelawyth introduces the button-nosed very young male halfling as: Archer.
Archer nods.
You ask in Common: Is that it? Or what you call him?
Archer points at himself.
Archer nods.
Suddenly the ground start to tremble. As you look down you see the head of a
statue appear from the ground, then the body and finally the legs. Just a
second later the statue of Matusalem turns alive.
Archer looks at Matusalem.
Kelawyth says with a Quenyan accent in Common: Its what everyone else
seems to call him. At the least, he'll answer to it.
You nod to Kelawyth.
Matusalem inhales deeply and starts to execute practice moves with his
sword.
Matusalem stops his practices smiling slightly.
Matusalem grumbles hoarsely in Common: S'gotten awful quiet 'round
'ere...
Matusalem tells Archer in Common: I blame ya.
Matusalem inhales deeply and starts to execute practice moves with his
sword.
You smirk.
Archer frowns.
Matusalem stops his practices smiling slightly.
Archer shakes his head in disagreement to Matusalem.
Kelawyth chuckles.
Archer points at Kelawyth
Archer nods.
Matusalem looks at Kelawyth.
Matusalem shakes his head in disagreement to Archer.
Kelawyth says with a Quenyan accent in Common: Me? I've talked
plenty
Matusalem tells Archer in Common: S'nickname s'Chatterbox.
Matusalem inhales deeply and starts to execute practice moves with his
sword.
Matusalem stops his practices smiling slightly.
Archer points at you.
Archer looks at you.
Archer nods.
Matusalem looks at you.
You raise an eyebrow.
Kelawyth says with a Quenyan accent in Common: Who's the
chatterbox?
Matusalem grumbles hoarsely in Common: Eh... perhaps... but I think
ya's more motive for folks not speakin'...
Matusalem squints at Archer.
Archer shakes his head in disagreement to Matusalem.
Matusalem tries to look thoughtful.
Matusalem asks Archer in Common: Didja lose a bet?
Archer shakes his head in disagreement.
Matusalem inhales deeply and starts to execute practice moves with his
sword.
Matusalem stops his practices with a look of disappointment.
Matusalem goes hmmmm.
Matusalem tells Archer in Common: So ya still gotcha tongue... didn't
lose a bet... 'n ya ain't taken no vow o' silence...
Matusalem ponders the situation.
Archer nods.
Matusalem asks Archer in Common: S'ya slow 'n the head?
Kelawyth laughs.
Archer shakes his head in disagreement to Matusalem.
You smile amusedly.
Matusalem tries to look thoughtful.
Archer tries to look thoughtful.
Archer quickly shakes his head in disagreement to Matusalem.
Kelawyth says with a Quenyan accent in Common: Maybe he got hit in the
throat
Archer shakes his head in disagreement to Kelawyth.
Matusalem tells Archer in Common: Well s'not 'cause ya shy.
Archer shrugs.
Matusalem asks Archer in Common: S'ya gotta 'mbarassin'ly tiny voice?
Like a lil girl's voice?
Archer shakes his head in disagreement.
Kelawyth says with a Quenyan accent in Common: Maybe its just to annoy
us, and he's really laughing at us.
Archer tries to look thoughtful.
Archer shrugs at Kelawyth.
Matusalem tells Kelawyth in Common: No joke s'that funny to be told
ever'day o' this fella's life.
Matusalem asks Archer in Common: S'ya usta speak?
Matusalem grumbles hoarsely in Common: Oooh! S'ya kicked 'n the head
by a mule?
Archer tries to look thoughtful.
Archer holds up one finger.
Archer nods.
Archer holds up two fingers.
Archer shakes his head in disagreement.
Matusalem grumbles hoarsely in Common: Two mules?
Archer frowns.
Archer shakes his head in disagreement.
You snicker softly.
Matusalem snickers.
Kelawyth says with a Quenyan accent in Common: Well, I'm guessing it
was one mule that kicked him twice
You say in Common: Perhaps he was tired of answering silly
questions.
Matusalem asks Archer in Common: Didja... catch a social disease from
Yanna?
Gerrit strolls in from south.
Gerrit pulls in a simple wooden fish cart.
Gerrit grins amusedly at Matusalem.
Gerrit offers in Gnar: Thom my haldo thom bilb yul ving geeg Vingdo,
yes yes.
Gerrit grins amusedly at Archer.
Gerrit shouts in Gnar: Hol, fresh hol! Bilb hol for thom geegub!
Archer looks very confused.
Matusalem tells you in Common: S'good thin' I's askin' serious 'n
'mportant questions.
Eeks, Gerrit stinks like fish! What a stench!
Kelawyth says with a Quenyan accent in Common: I'd hate to think of one
of those that made you not speak.
Eeks, Gerrit stinks like fish!
Kelawyth says with a Quenyan accent in Common: I'd probably run to take
a vow if that was going around.
Archer looks very confused.
Gerrit offers in Gnar: Dwal thrim ving damn ignorants smial ving hol,
geeg?
Eeks, Gerrit stinks like fish! What a stench!
Matusalem asks Archer in Common: Didja swallow lamp oil 'n ya throat
s'too slippery for talkin'?
Matusalem nudges Kelawyth.
Matusalem tells Kelawyth in Common: Betcha that's it.
Eeks, Gerrit stinks like fish!
Archer shakes his head in disagreement.
Kelawyth says with a Quenyan accent in Common: Got to be.
Archer shakes his head in disagreement.
Matusalem grunts.
Gerrit strolls out south.
Gerrit pulls out a simple wooden fish cart.
Kelawyth says with a Quenyan accent in Common: Or if it was from a lit
lamp, maybe it burnt on the way down
Matusalem grumbles hoarsely in Common: I know! S'cause ya didn't eat
ya fish when ya what s'chil'!
Archer shakes his head in disagreement.
You emote: Eluriel slowly shakes her head.
Matusalem grumbles hoarsely in Common: See! S'good to've that
questioned answered... he didn't eat s'fish when he's lil.
Archer peers intently.
Archer shakes his head in disagreement.
Kelawyth says with a Quenyan accent in Common: Now that can't be
it.
Kelawyth says with a Quenyan accent in Common: I hate fish
Matusalem scoffs.
Archer agrees with Kelawyth.
Matusalem grumbles hoarsely in Common: Fish s'un o' the four major food
groups.
Archer shakes his head in disagreement.
Matusalem grumbles hoarsely in Common: Fish, cakes, apples, 'n candied
apples.
Archer shakes his head in disagreement.
Matusalem nods.
Archer shakes his head in disagreement.
You snicker.
Matusalem nods.
Archer shakes his head in disagreement.
Matusalem asks Archer in Common: Oh yeah smart guy... how many major
food groups s'they's?
Archer tries to look thoughtful.
Archer holds up five fingers.
Matusalem grumbles hoarsely in Common: Five?
Archer nods.
Matusalem grumbles hoarsely in Common: Which'un did I leave off?
Archer shakes his head in disagreement.
Archer strolls out west.
A male elf voice shouts from west in Quenya: Fine tobacco! Buy fine
tobacco!
Matusalem looks west.
Kelawyth says with a Quenyan accent in Common: Bet he comes back with
beer.
Matusalem grins.
Matusalem grumbles hoarsely in Common: He might not come back
t'all.
You smirk.
Matusalem grumbles hoarsely in Common: 'R he's tourin' the various pubs
throughout the world for 'xamples.
As you look into this direction you see:

[west]
The market place of Elvandar.
An elf.
Matusalem inhales deeply and starts to execute practice moves with his
sword.
Matusalem stops his practices with a look of disappointment.
Matusalem inhales deeply and starts to execute practice moves with his
sword.
Matusalem stops his practices smiling slightly.
Archer strolls in from west.
Archer strolls out east.
Hmmmmm.
Kelawyth asks Matusalem in Common: I was wondering. You said that the
Crusaders taught how to practice like that. Is there anything else they
teach?
Matusalem grumbles hoarsely in Common: Yah... but nuttin' ya couldn't
figure out 'n ya own.
Matusalem grumbles hoarsely in Common: 'En they's the 'nvocations.
Matusalem inhales deeply and starts to execute practice moves with his
sword.
Matusalem stops his practices smiling slightly.
Kelawyth says with a Quenyan accent in Common: Well, I should go turn
in these scalps. Good day.
Matusalem grumbles hoarsely in Common: Be safe.
Matusalem inhales deeply and starts to execute practice moves with his
sword.
Kelawyth waves in Matusalem's direction.
Kelawyth leaves north.
Matusalem stops his practices smiling slightly.
Matusalem looks east.
Matusalem grumbles hoarsely in Common: I's curious if'n he's gonna come
back with a bushel o' food.
Matusalem inhales deeply and starts to execute practice moves with his
sword.
Matusalem stops his practices smiling slightly.
You nod.
You ask Matusalem in Common: I read you were attacked by a darkelf.
What did he look like?
Matusalem grumbles hoarsely in Common: Like 'n elf... but dark.
You say in Common: Yes... I imagine.
Matusalem grumbles hoarsely in Common: He's wearin' a mask... but I's
seen'em without it 'n the past.
Matusalem inhales deeply and starts to execute practice moves with his
sword.
Matusalem stops his practices smiling slightly.
You nod thoughtfully.
Matusalem asks Beladan in Quenya: shmooey
Beladan shudders.
Matusalem inhales deeply and starts to execute practice moves with his
sword.
Beladan says in Quenya: Yes, I've heard about that piece of trash.
Matusalem stops his practices smiling slightly.
Beladan says in Quenya: He is the lowest of the low, a truly damned
soul.
You raise an eyebrow.
Matusalem grumbles hoarsely in Quenya: S'good s'ny other name.
Matusalem inhales deeply and starts to execute practice moves with his
sword.
Matusalem stops his practices smiling slightly.
Matusalem grumbles hoarsely in Quenya: Ever'un s'runnin' 'round
callin''em "Asurion"... but I's since learned s'horse shit 'n based 'n wrong
'nformation.
Matusalem grumbles hoarsely in Quenya: So I's call'em Shmooey
'nstead.
Matusalem inhales deeply and starts to execute practice moves with his
sword.
Matusalem stops his practices with a look of disappointment.
Hmmmmm.
Matusalem grumbles hoarsely in Quenya: The real Asurion s'Lilithian
Shaolin master... 'n kinda pudgy from what I' 'ear.
Matusalem grumbles hoarsely in Quenya: S'not this fella.
Matusalem inhales deeply and starts to execute practice moves with his
sword.
Matusalem stops his practices smiling slightly.
You nod.
Matusalem grumbles hoarsely in Quenya: What's he consider good food?
Tundra yak 'n swamp monkey?
Matusalem taps his foot.
Matusalem inhales deeply and starts to execute practice moves with his
sword.
Matusalem stops his practices smiling slightly.
You grin.
You ask in Common: Hm... Do you happen to know of an herb with tiny
white blossoms found in the tundra?
Matusalem shakes his head in disagreement.
Matusalem grumbles hoarsely in Quenya: I's rarely go to the Tundra.
You nod.
Suddenly the ground start to tremble. As you look down you see the head of a
statue appear from the ground, then the body and finally the legs. Just a
second later the statue of Tanriel turns alive.
You say in Common: I hear it is rare, though I've been unable to find
it so far.
Matusalem strokes his beard.
Tanriel tells Matusalem in Common: Booh!
Tanriel sits down to rest a while.
Matusalem asks Tanriel in Quenya: S'ya know 'bout flowers?
Tanriel is an amiable light-footed male elf.
Long pitch-black hair descends to the small shoulders of this
fragile elf. His almond-shaped dark blue eyes seem to jut out of the
thin face with the nose being perfectly straight yet extremely thin.
His skin is pearl white and flawless, except for some scars.
He has scars on his nose, forehead, left cheek and right cheek.
He has blue eyes.
He has very long black hair.
He is tall and plump for an elf.
He looks like the image of perfection.
He is in good shape.
He is extremely alert.
He is wielding an orcish longbow with his right hand.
He is wearing a camouflage cloak, a forest-green cloak, a left archer
gauntlet, a left strong leather boot, a medium leather backpack, a right
archer gauntlet and a right strong leather boot.
You surmise that he wears additional body armours, leg armours and clothing
under this.
He is resting.
Matusalem inhales deeply and starts to execute practice moves with his
sword.
Tanriel talks quietly in Common: Flowers?
Matusalem stops his practices smiling slightly.
Matusalem grumbles hoarsely in Quenya: Ya.
Matusalem grumbles hoarsely in Quenya: Flowers.
Tanriel looks at the leather backpack.
Tanriel goes hmmmm.
Tanriel talks quietly in Common: I don't have any flowers yet, but I'll
make sure to attach some to your beard next time.
Matusalem shakes his head in disagreement.
You smirk.
Matusalem grumbles hoarsely in Quenya: S'nly 'un person 'llowed to do
that.
Matusalem grumbles hoarsely in Quenya: 'N that ain't ya.
Tanriel tells you in Common: And your beard as well.
Tanriel smiles slightly at you.
Matusalem stops his practices smiling slightly.
You emote: Eluriel wrinkles her nose.
Matusalem snickers.
You say in Common: Hmph.
Tanriel excuses himself for his behaviour.
Eleassa walks in from south.
Eleassa eats a big boysenberry.
Matusalem looks at Eleassa.
Tanriel tells Matusalem in Common: I am a bit walking on insanity I
guess... ever since I heard the tiger was defeated, the world ain't the same
anymore for me.
Tanriel talks quietly in Common: Now, the last joker to exist is
Dengus.
Matusalem grumbles hoarsely in Quenya: Tiger?
Eleassa's eyes seem somewhat glazed over.
Tanriel talks quietly in Common: Dapan the tiger.
Matusalem grumbles hoarsely in Quenya: Dapan s'tiger?
Tanriel talks quietly in Common: The tiger stance.
Matusalem grumbles hoarsely in Quenya: Oh... ya bein' funny.
Tanriel nods solemnly.
Tanriel seriously shakes his head in disagreement.
Matusalem raises his eyebrow.
Tanriel talks quietly in Common: No, this I mean seriously.
Matusalem grumbles hoarsely in Quenya: I's usta beat up Dapan 'll the
time.
Eleassa's eyes seem somewhat glazed over.
Tanriel frowns.
Gerrit strolls in from south.
Gerrit pulls in a simple wooden fish cart.
Tanriel tells Matusalem in Common: Don't say that ...
Gerrit giggles.
Gerrit offers in Gnar: Thom my haldo thom bilb yul ving geeg Vingdo,
yes yes.
Eeks, Gerrit stinks like fish!
Matusalem grumbles hoarsely in Quenya: Ya thought'em 'nvincible?
Tanriel tells Matusalem in Common: Tigers are!
Eleassa wrinkles her nose as Gerrit approaches.
Matusalem scoffs.
Eleassa suddenly smiles broadly.
Eeks, Gerrit stinks like fish!
You emote: Eluriel looks puzzled.
Tanriel stands up.
Matusalem grumbles hoarsely in Common: Dapan the human?
Archer strolls in from south.
Matusalem grumbles hoarsely in Common: Orange hair?
Archer points at Matusalem
Matusalem squints at Archer.
Tanriel smiles slightly at Matusalem.
Archer is a button-nosed very young male halfling.
Bristling rust-red hair and a cute little button-nose make this halfling
vaguely reminiscent of a hedgehog. Huge ashen eyes seem to take up half the
area of his face, while his thin lips barely account for any. He has a very
compact frame, bears sandy-colored skin, and is definitely a bit fuzzy.
He has scars on his left arm and right arm.
He has gray eyes.
He has short red hair and a very short red beard.
He is short and of normal weight for a halfling.
He looks hideous.
He is in good shape.
He is alert.
He is wearing a left brown leather sandal, a left warglove, a right brown
leather sandal, a right warglove, a straw hat, a white wide kimono and a
white yellow belt.
You surmise that he wears additional clothing under this.
Archer drops some yellow big mushrooms.
Tanriel talks quietly in Common: Archer!
Archer tries to look thoughtful.
Eeks, Gerrit stinks like fish!
Archer drops a berry surprise, a candied apple and three cherries.
Eleassa suddenly smiles broadly.
You say in Common: Ah, mushrooms. You forgot those.
Archer drops two big bilberries, a big boysenberry and three big
woodstrawberries.
Archer gets a fairy-wing cake from his backpack.
Archer drops a fairy-wing cake.
Matusalem sighs.
Archer gets a berry tart from his backpack.
Archer drops a berry tart.
Tanriel talks quietly in Common: The economy would not work without
halflings.
Archer puts the cake in one section.
Matusalem grumbles hoarsely in Common: These'll fit within my four food
groups.
Archer puts the berries in a pile.
Eeks, Gerrit stinks like fish!
Archer puts the mushrooms all together.
Tanriel chuckles politely.
Archer holds up three fingers.
Matusalem shakes his head in disagreement.
Eleassa seems oddly distracted.
Archer looks at the leather backpack.
Tanriel talks quietly in Common: Four food groups... what was it again?
Apple apple cake apple?
Eleassa says in Common: Oh. Are you having a picnic?
Archer gets a huge heap of bronze coins from his backpack.
Archer strolls out southeast.
Tanriel gracefully leaves southeast.
Matusalem grumbles hoarsely in Common: The berries 'n the mushrooms fit
'nto the apple category.
A female elf voice shouts from southeast in Quenya: Fresh fruit! Come
and buy tasty fruit!
Matusalem looks southeast.
Eeks, Gerrit stinks like fish!
Gerrit strolls out south.
Gerrit pulls out a simple wooden fish cart.
Tanriel gracefully enters from southeast.
Eleassa eats a big boysenberry.
You say in Common: Mushrooms are not apples.
Matusalem gets a fairy-wing cake.
Archer strolls in from southeast.
Archer drops three juicy pears.
Archer drops two red apples.
Matusalem starts to hide himself.
Matusalem hides a fairy-wing cake in the darkness.
Archer puts the cherries, apples and pears in one pile.
Matusalem whistles innocently.
Eleassa has a dazed expression.
Eleassa says in Common: I have some berries to add.
Tanriel starts to search.
Eleassa smiles.
Archer puts to the berry tarts and candied apple.
Archer holds up one finger.
Tanriel stops searching.
Tanriel tells Matusalem in Common: I can't see the cake...
Archer points to the mushroom.
The market place of Elvandar.
This is the center of the market place of Elvandar. The ground is paved
with jade plates and all around you can see shops and people who offer
various wares or services. You hear the bubbling sound of water which comes
from the middle of the market, where you notice a large crystal fountain.
The market place itself extends in every direction.
There are eight obvious exits: north, northeast, east, southeast,
south, southwest, west, northwest.
An ancient stone altar, a berry surprise, a berry tart, two big bilberries,
a big boysenberry, three big woodstrawberries, a candied apple, three
cherries, three juicy pears, an ornamented water-filled marble basin, two
red apples and five yellow big mushrooms.
Archer, Beladan, Eleassa, Matusalem and Tanriel.
Matusalem stops hiding a fairy-wing cake in the darkness.
Archer holds up two fingers.
Archer points at the pears, apples and cherries.
Archer holds up three fingers.
Eleassa has a dazed expression.
Archer points to the pile of berries.
Archer holds up four fingers.
Matusalem grumbles hoarsely in Common: Mushrooms... pears... berries...
fit 'nto the apple category...
Tanriel smiles slightly.
Archer looks around for the cake.
Archer shakes his head in disagreement to Matusalem.
Matusalem grumbles hoarsely in Common: Cakes 'ncompass 'll tarts 'n
pastry dishes.
Archer looks at Matusalem.
Archer frowns.
Tanriel talks quietly in Common: Do they have cake in Elvandar?
Matusalem shakes his head in disagreement to Tanriel.
Eleassa seems to be in some sort of trance.
Tanriel goes hmmmm.
Archer starts to search.
Matusalem grumbles hoarsely in Common: Andy claims she's gonna serve
cake....
Eleassa says in Common: Of course they do. I got one for that poor
halfling.
Matusalem grumbles hoarsely in Common: If'n she ever opens.
Archer stops searching.
Archer frowns.
Archer looks around.
Tanriel talks quietly in Common: Andy serving cake? Means surely
tossing it at someone...
Matusalem tells Eleassa in Common: S'special secret menu not for
ever'un.
Archer looks at Matusalem.
Eleassa seems oddly distracted.
Matusalem tells Tanriel in Common: She asked me 'bout my 'xpertise 'n
cakes.
Archer points at Matusalem
Archer glares at Matusalem.
Matusalem looks at Archer.
Matusalem asks Archer in Common: What?
Matusalem grumbles hoarsely in Common: Oh..
Eleassa sits down to rest a while.
Archer gets a fairy-wing cake from his backpack.
Matusalem starts to hide himself.
Archer points at the cake.
Matusalem hides a fairy-wing cake in the darkness.
Archer points at Matusalem
Archer frowns angrily.
Tanriel gets a fairy-wing cake.
Tanriel nods solemnly.
Tanriel talks quietly in Common: I have it!
Archer frowns.
Tanriel shows a fairy-wing cake to Archer.
Eleassa's eyes seem to be glazed over.
Archer wields a longbow in his left hand.
Tanriel tells Archer in Common: No.
Archer starts to load his elven longbow.
You sigh.
Archer loads his elven longbow with a wooden arrow.
Archer takes aim at Tanriel.
Tanriel offers a fairy-wing cake to you for free.
Do you want to accept the offer (y/n)?
Archer frowns.
Matusalem gasps in astonishment!
You reject the offer.
Eleassa giggles.
Matusalem tells Archer in Common: He's pitchin' woo with ya cake!
Tanriel gives a fairy-wing cake to Archer.
Archer frowns.
Archer gets a berry surprise, a berry tart, a candied apple and three
cherries.
Eleassa appears to be daydreaming.
Archer gets some yellow big mushrooms.
Tanriel talks quietly in Common: One day he will really shoot me
down...
Archer gets two big bilberries, a big boysenberry and three big
woodstrawberries.
Archer gets three juicy pears.
Archer gets two red apples.
You snicker.
Archer spits on the ground.
Archer strolls out south.
Matusalem looks south.
You say in Common: Now you've upset him.
Matusalem tells Tanriel in Common: Ya made'em mad.
Tanriel goes hmmmm.

-- ElurieL - 2011-12-02