Searching for a home

[Deizibug]

Deizi'ja had called a meeting, requesting that any tribe-mates willing to help meet her in Grom'gol. There were matters to discuss.

As she waited, the Chieftain paced back and forth in front of the large bon fire. She paused a moment to face the flames, hands clasped together, head bowed.

"Loa Shadra, Heartweavah...ah beseech joo ta help mah tribe. Give us joor protekshun in de form of a home...A real home, weah we can all feel safe, an' protected. Help us ta find a place dat we can live in, grow in'."

Her lips twitched into a grin as her thoughts were cut short. Something tiny was skittering over her toes, a spider.

"Oh no gurl...dis fiyah be a leetle too wahm fah joo..." She gently scooped up the arachnid, and carried outside the base camp. "Dis be a much bettah place ta build joor home. " With a gentle smile, she lowered her hand, allowing the little brown spider to crawl off and onto one of the large ferns that littered the Stranglethorn Jungle.

With a soft exhale, she made her way back to the fire, hoping that at lease some had gathered by now.

[Errand]

On Deizi'ja's return, instead of her tribe-mates, a lone figure crouched in front of the fire, poking at it with what appeared to be a long stick. At her approach, the figure started slightly, dropping his stick in the fire.

"No, no, no, I NEED that," the figure grumbled, his voice raspy. After a moment of fumbling in the fire, he stood up and stepped back, batting flames from his rescued stick, which turned out to be a detached arm. It would appear to have been his own arm, as he stuffed it unceremoniously up one of his sleeves.

The undead man skeptically looked over the burn marks on his arm, at his hand, before nodding and turning towards the troll.

"Ah, 'bout time, lass. Suppose introductions in order, eh?" The Forsaken sketched an awkward, creaky bow, before extending his hand for a moment. He glared at it critically, wiping the soot and ash off on his clothing, offering his hand once more.

"Name's Errand, lass, like 'Go run this Errand, boy' and 'Where's the bloody errandboy?' Heard you needed some..." He paused to grin at his own impending pun. "Damn. Errands bein' done, and I'm yer man."

[Deizibug]

She drew in a sharp gasp as the poking stick revealed itself to truly be a limb. How grotesque!
The trolless forced a weak excuse for a polite smile, clearly a little put off. Hey, just because a girl can turn into a jungle cat and rip her prey limb from limb with her teeth doesn't mean she can't be a little put off from time to time, right?

Deizi'ja extended a hand in return, though rather hesitant. "Ah be Deizi'ja, Chieftain o' de Bahari." She paused a short moment to suck in a breath, taking hold of her composure.
"Aldou', it sounds like joo already be knowin' dat much..."

Her violet eyes drifted over the undead's form, lingering over his face, assessing, studying. She allowed herself to relax a little, and moved to take a seat on the bench by the fire.

"Errand, eh? Well...we naht be needin' too much as o' dis verreh momen'...Except fah a home. " She slid her eyes back over in his direction, arching a tattoo'd brow. "Ah don' suppose jah be anneh good at findin' such t'ings, are jah?"