Å. Nobleheart
Happy Camper
Wait, Eidirscoil? Andrich immediately stopped a surreptitious inspection of the others gathered and looked hard at their austere host, caught somewhere between stark disbelief and a giddy sort of anxiety. The collapse of the Druid council was almost literally a different age. This man couldn't be -that- old... could he? He assumed he wanted answers as badly as the rest, but the gathering seemed about to grind to an impasse before it even really got started. Perhaps some validation, and a solution to their most-immediate obstacle, were a couple of points that he could at least offer a contribution.
Taking a deep breath, Andrich strode a few paces towards the hermit and spoke softly but firmly into the break in conversation. "Ruarc Eidirscoil, Druid and supposed monster killer, should be almost myth. Historians in the West mention him being on the edges of important events, both tragic and triumphant, centuries ago and lifetimes apart from one another." he recalled aloud. "Even if this man were lying, he'd be dangerously well-informed to try using that name, and clearly has some arcane influence to gather us all here like this." he reasoned to the rest of the gathering at large, and looking to the protesting warriors by turns.
Hoping to avoid confrontation in a confined space, possibly against living legends, he offered hesitantly, "My name is Andrich, and I... have worked as a trail guide. I'm not fresh, but I'm always up for a good hike; I can travel quickly on foot, and have a pony for someone who cannot. I can fetch our errant guest back here if it please you all, alone or in company if that's better than waiting. Unless you think it take a brigade" he gestured casually to the entire assembled party "to seize this person, or I need to tie them to the pony to get them here." In an effort of disarming humor, Andrich trailed off, "I do have rope..." He glanced to the rest of the gathering for signs of recognition, as well as approval or rebuttal, but ended looking searchingly at Eidirscoil. If it truly was him, the Druid's consideration was likely to influence the outcome the most, for better or worse.
Taking a deep breath, Andrich strode a few paces towards the hermit and spoke softly but firmly into the break in conversation. "Ruarc Eidirscoil, Druid and supposed monster killer, should be almost myth. Historians in the West mention him being on the edges of important events, both tragic and triumphant, centuries ago and lifetimes apart from one another." he recalled aloud. "Even if this man were lying, he'd be dangerously well-informed to try using that name, and clearly has some arcane influence to gather us all here like this." he reasoned to the rest of the gathering at large, and looking to the protesting warriors by turns.
Hoping to avoid confrontation in a confined space, possibly against living legends, he offered hesitantly, "My name is Andrich, and I... have worked as a trail guide. I'm not fresh, but I'm always up for a good hike; I can travel quickly on foot, and have a pony for someone who cannot. I can fetch our errant guest back here if it please you all, alone or in company if that's better than waiting. Unless you think it take a brigade" he gestured casually to the entire assembled party "to seize this person, or I need to tie them to the pony to get them here." In an effort of disarming humor, Andrich trailed off, "I do have rope..." He glanced to the rest of the gathering for signs of recognition, as well as approval or rebuttal, but ended looking searchingly at Eidirscoil. If it truly was him, the Druid's consideration was likely to influence the outcome the most, for better or worse.