5- Humanoid: “DMNPC”/second PC, Gripli named “Brain”
Brahn’s head hurt. The soft, not-green people he travelled with were talking a lot more than usual. The bird one did not agree with the pale one, and the small shiney one looked sad. Brain, the smallest one, who lived in his hat, but was green and very smart, so that made him a good brain, was also talking.
They all stopped talking. Brahn thought they might finally be done. He did not know what was so much to talk for. There was a bad man far away, who would bring war. That was good. Brahn could fight the bad man, and the better fighter would win. There was something about people who could not fight being hurt. A lot of them.
“Brain?”
“Yea, Brahn?”
“If you kill those who can’t fight, that has no honor. Does the bad man kill those who can’t fight?”
“Yes, Brahn.”
“We should go find the bad man before he comes here. Kill him & forget him, because he has no honor.”
“Yes, Brahn. I agree.” Brain looked up from beneath Brahn’s hat at the others. “ I think we can all agree on that.”
The soft, not-green people nodded.
The bird one said “ Good thinking Brahn. “
The pale one chuckled that cold sound she would make that before driving in a knife and patted Brahn’s arm.
The small shiney one stopped wringing her claws and tightened the strap on her music maker. A sign she was ready for battle.
“We walk into a tree again” Brahn asked the bird one.
“Yes, Brahn.”
“Okay. Brain, I close my eyes. Knock when we get there.” Brahn shut his eyes tight, and tried not to think until he felt Brain tap in his hat . . .
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“You got it.” The Gripli replied to the Orc, but the Orc, Brahn, had already shut his eyes. “Silvertip” he said to the tengu bard, gesturing they should get going.
“Crafty devil”, the elf rogue smirked at Brain as she rested her other hand on Silvertip, who was casting the often-used plant-walk spell.
“Honestly, Mes, I wonder which one of us is the smarter one sometimes” he replied to the elf. “You comin Diz?” He said to the Kobold bard, who quickly clambered onto Brahn’s shoulders.
Silvertip then lead them through the tree and out of a hedge in a royal garden on an entirely different continent.
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