Ken grins widely as he comments, "Ah, but when did I insult you? I'm sure halflings would love to be as stout as a dwarf! And if it was being little, why... Why would one wish to be tall? Overt, obvious, lanky. Nay, better to be small, where an arrow is less likely to plant itself in your skull."
Still grinning, he takes another sip of his wine as he studies his new companion, saying "Well, for some dangerous activities, I may simply ask you to keep an eye on the wagon, then." His grin widens a bit further as he takes a final sip of his wine before continuing, "And if, by chance, there was to be some nefarious activities occurring in these caves of yours, I would be happy to lend my services. Tripwires, trapholes, and trying tribulations of all sorts may await, and that is primarily where my skills lie.
Tapping the bar to get the barmaid's attention, he calls "Two stews, a wine and another ale for my friend." Turning back to Garm, he finishes speaking "If this sounds like a decent work arrangement for you, you can put your things in the wagon. Three rules, though. Don't touch my chest. Don't touch the chains holding my chest in place. And don't touch the locks on either. Aside from that, feel free to stow your gear."
- RE: Gm's Note |