[ Adrian listens diligently to the explanation, interjecting only with questions to better understand why Yom Crook has chosen these particular vehicles for them and how they function. He has no real frame of reference to compare, so he's grateful to have Sunday to point out any inaccuracies. ]
Much obliged, Mr. Sunday. The pleasure is mine. [ After weeks in Barovia, and these past few years of wandering the world, it's a great comfort to be able to fall back on the sort of mannerly conduct he was raised with. He knows he ought not to trust so easily, but there is a part of him that yearns to do so. They've only just met, both in seemingly the same position. Surely, if there's some advantage to be taken, it isn't between the two of them?
He isn't bothered to correct the address to Lord Silverleaf — after all, he's lord of nothing, here.
Adrian nods in agreement with Sunday's assessment of the "van", thinking much the same. Yom Crook eagerly shows his selections to each of them, the vehicles conveniently parked side by side. He goes on to warn that the road can be dangerous, and that something large will protect not just their belongings, but the passengers themselves, if they have the need to rest on longer journeys. While the price might seem higher than some others, it will save them a fortune in lodgings when they have so little to their names, and allow them to ferry their companions, saving them gas money as well. Others can be more short-sighted, Yom Crook assures them, but he sees that the two of them make decisions with the future in mind.
It all makes sense to Adrian. He rubs at his chin, nodding again. ] I've some experience sleeping out under the stars, and I must agree with Mr. Yom Crook — it can be quite dangerous, especially when one is lacking travel companions.
With the state of some of the vehicles here, I'm inclined to trust him on this matter. [ Some of them are simply worn, but many bear the marks of crashes, scrapes, or even scars through the paint that can be nothing but claw marks. There is danger here, as there is everywhere. That much has remained a constant. ] Mr. Sunday?
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Much obliged, Mr. Sunday. The pleasure is mine. [ After weeks in Barovia, and these past few years of wandering the world, it's a great comfort to be able to fall back on the sort of mannerly conduct he was raised with. He knows he ought not to trust so easily, but there is a part of him that yearns to do so. They've only just met, both in seemingly the same position. Surely, if there's some advantage to be taken, it isn't between the two of them?
He isn't bothered to correct the address to Lord Silverleaf — after all, he's lord of nothing, here.
Adrian nods in agreement with Sunday's assessment of the "van", thinking much the same. Yom Crook eagerly shows his selections to each of them, the vehicles conveniently parked side by side. He goes on to warn that the road can be dangerous, and that something large will protect not just their belongings, but the passengers themselves, if they have the need to rest on longer journeys. While the price might seem higher than some others, it will save them a fortune in lodgings when they have so little to their names, and allow them to ferry their companions, saving them gas money as well. Others can be more short-sighted, Yom Crook assures them, but he sees that the two of them make decisions with the future in mind.
It all makes sense to Adrian. He rubs at his chin, nodding again. ] I've some experience sleeping out under the stars, and I must agree with Mr. Yom Crook — it can be quite dangerous, especially when one is lacking travel companions.
With the state of some of the vehicles here, I'm inclined to trust him on this matter. [ Some of them are simply worn, but many bear the marks of crashes, scrapes, or even scars through the paint that can be nothing but claw marks. There is danger here, as there is everywhere. That much has remained a constant. ] Mr. Sunday?