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Not very grateful it turned out. There were five Rassimel in the household: the old Rassimel we saw , his adult son, the son's wife, and their two kids. The grandfather was convinced that more bandits were going to turn up at any moment and turn them all into pockers and burn down his orchard and it was ALL OUR FAULT. The father was mad at me for dropping his son fifteen feet. "Are you insane? He could've been killed!" he yelled at me. He clutched his son protectively to his waist. The boy sniffled between whimpers of pain, one arm splinted and tucked inside a sling.
"... he could've been killed by the bandit with a sword to his throat too?" I pointed out.
"Not if you'd done what Tarnaen said! And you broke my son's arm!"
"Didn't Trust ... "
"Your healer claims he can't cure broken bones!" the father yelled. I probably would've known that if I'd been paying attention when Trust went over his spells. "How is my son going to harvest bansimmons like this?"
The son's whimpers abated briefly, his ears perking at this tidbit. Then he wailed louder if not quite as convincingly as before. His father glowered at me.
The mother gave Nightbloom a tired look. "Just tell us how much you want and be done with it."
Nightbloom was nonplussed. "What?"
"For your 'protection'." She made a circling gesture with one hand, as if suggesting a shield. "Fine, you're moving in on the Roost. We don't want any trouble here. We're poor humble folks and the duke's already gotten his ration of blood from us, but go ahead, carve out your pound of flesh." She glared at us.
"We did not come. To extort from you," Nightbloom tried to explain.
"Seven and twelve, you're not just going to leave the Roost thinking we did this?" momma replied, aghast. The grandfather wailed louder than his grandson.
"Noooooo nooooooo we're here to stop them we just need some information first and then we'll go -- "
"And let them take vengeance on us for helping you? You are mad!"
"We are doomed, doomed," grandpa wailed. "Doomed! Better they should've killed me! Doomed!"
"We will destroy the bandits," Nightbloom said. "You need not. Fear."
"Oh, that's likely," papa said. "Just go! Haven't you done enough? Leave us in peace! Maybe we should pack our things now, Sueda, we might get a day's head start before they come for us." He steered his son back towards the house. The wife sighed and gave us a final glower before taking her father-in-law's arm and heading inside. Her adolescent daughter looked on the verge of saying something when her mother called, "Come along, Moika!" Moika rolled her eyes and followed, looking sullen.
"I hope Mirhandrax doesn't blame us for that I really should've landed before using that Change Places."
Nightbloom's antenna drooped. "It would not have made them. Any more grateful. I hope the others. Had more luck with the prisoners."
Not very grateful it turned out. There were five Rassimel in the household: the old Rassimel we saw , his adult son, the son's wife, and their two kids. The grandfather was convinced that more bandits were going to turn up at any moment and turn them all into pockers and burn down his orchard and it was ALL OUR FAULT. The father was mad at me for dropping his son fifteen feet. "Are you insane? He could've been killed!" he yelled at me. He clutched his son protectively to his waist. The boy sniffled between whimpers of pain, one arm splinted and tucked inside a sling.
"... he could've been killed by the bandit with a sword to his throat too?" I pointed out.
"Not if you'd done what Tarnaen said! And you broke my son's arm!"
"Didn't Trust ... "
"Your healer claims he can't cure broken bones!" the father yelled. I probably would've known that if I'd been paying attention when Trust went over his spells. "How is my son going to harvest bansimmons like this?"
The son's whimpers abated briefly, his ears perking at this tidbit. Then he wailed louder if not quite as convincingly as before. His father glowered at me.
The mother gave Nightbloom a tired look. "Just tell us how much you want and be done with it."
Nightbloom was nonplussed. "What?"
"For your 'protection'." She made a circling gesture with one hand, as if suggesting a shield. "Fine, you're moving in on the Roost. We don't want any trouble here. We're poor humble folks and the duke's already gotten his ration of blood from us, but go ahead, carve out your pound of flesh." She glared at us.
"We did not come. To extort from you," Nightbloom tried to explain.
"Seven and twelve, you're not just going to leave the Roost thinking we did this?" momma replied, aghast. The grandfather wailed louder than his grandson.
"Noooooo nooooooo we're here to stop them we just need some information first and then we'll go -- "
"And let them take vengeance on us for helping you? You are mad!"
"We are doomed, doomed," grandpa wailed. "Doomed! Better they should've killed me! Doomed!"
"We will destroy the bandits," Nightbloom said. "You need not. Fear."
"Oh, that's likely," papa said. "Just go! Haven't you done enough? Leave us in peace! Maybe we should pack our things now, Sueda, we might get a day's head start before they come for us." He steered his son back towards the house. The wife sighed and gave us a final glower before taking her father-in-law's arm and heading inside. Her adolescent daughter looked on the verge of saying something when her mother called, "Come along, Moika!" Moika rolled her eyes and followed, looking sullen.
"I hope Mirhandrax doesn't blame us for that I really should've landed before using that Change Places."
Nightbloom's antenna drooped. "It would not have made them. Any more grateful. I hope the others. Had more luck with the prisoners."
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