Right. I'm just tired, and Damascus/Demetrius. They both sound pretty similar to me.
"Maybe she was just biding her time, waiting for an opportune moment, or maybe she didn't escape completely intact. Who knows what her reason could be? Not even that merchant knew, and who knows how long he's been in her service. he'd been living here a good 6 years, how did he fall in with her? This keeps getting worse and worse..."
"See, because I was thinking...what if this isn't the same giant at all?"
"I'd be more than happy to help, but I'm not sure there's much I can do. She's presumably out in the middle of the ocean somewhere, we have no way of pinpointing her location, and even if we did she'd sink our boat before we got within five miles of her." He sighs. "But we'll cross that bridge when we get to it, I suppose. I'm in."
Mayor: "He's either long gone or on that accursed isle with her..."
Cleric: "ENOUGH! This has gone on long enough. *he uncovers himself to reveal he is a Dwarf, and Damascus recognizes him as Dallic Foehammer, Cleric of Moradin* (It is unusual, because he's kinda famous and the church belongs to Obad-Hai) I am Dallic Foehammer, and I have come on behalf of Fenris McDougall! (The Dwarven Blacksmith) We must do something before it is too late! You came here to help us, and that's what we should do. I arrived shortly after the first storm, which claimed the life of the head priest. I assumed his identity and watched and waited as the storms got worse and worse, until I found the truth in the scrolls contained within what was the temple. That Storm Giant must be killed before it's too late!"
Fenris: "AYE! I'm with you lord Dallic! Now, Listen up, all of you! Who will stand by this fine example of a Dwarf and join us as we take on that witch of a storm giant?" *the townsfolk are quite silent at this point. However, Lorethel speaks up*
Lorethel: "*sigh*, why must Dwarves always try to run the show? If you are so hell-bent on destroying yourselves, count me out, unless there's something in it for me."
Dallic: "How about if you don't I'll crush your skull in with my sword, Glamdring the foe-hammer, hmm? (reference ftw!)"
Lorethel: "Now why would a man of the cloth do that?"
Dallic: "How do we know you ain't in league with the enemy? You ARE a druid, and storms like these don't occur naturally..."
Lorethel: "FINE, but you'd better compensate me for my time and effort, you smelly Dwarves!"
"He's either long gone or on that accursed isle with her..."
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Note the place where the quotation marks end. I don't want anyone to know that I might be hunting down the merchant, if I do end up doing so. Any one of them could be in collusion with the storm giant, and if they knew I was after the merchant, they could warn him off.
"I think you're acting too hastily. A call for help from all villagers? Any one of you could be helping the storm giant! Before we continue, I need to know who I can trust. We should also get more information on her before we make any attempt to attack! If we charge in there half-assed and start winging it, we'll all end up in watery graves before we even get close. But the first order of business is to safeguard ourselves against further attack. A basement shielded me the first time, why not the second? We should construct underground safehouses and stock them with supplies, so that when she strikes again, we'll be safe."
Fenris: "My house is completely underground, and I could always expand it to fit more people, if required. I also keep a hearty supplies of Axes, ale and meat, if any of that suits your fancy. (you get a Burt impression from this guy, another reference ftw!) I'll need some help, but if we hurry we could dig a decent sized hole in my house before she strikes again tommorow, what say you?"
Mayor: "That sounds like a mighty fine idea, Fenris! Say, brave hero, where are those 2 others you came into town with?"
Lorethel: "No, I refuse to share the same roof as A FILTHY STINKING DWARF!"
Dallic: "well then, you can die in the next storm that comes this way..."
Lorethel: "SCREW THAT!!! *looks at Damascus* Were's that basement you were talking about?"
