Post by Malakbel on Jan 11, 2019 5:48:48 GMT
The night-time breeze was chilling, as often enough the wind howled and picked up whispering loudly against one's ears. Naizelos was clad in his armor underneath his cloak, on his back lay the shield he had brought with him and by the right side of his hip, the handle of the sword he had and the subsequent sheath poked through. His pale skin contrasted with the darkness inside the hood, and despite what he had heard about the cemetery at night he brought no torch to light up his way. Unlike many other folk, most of which were human, his snake-like eyes were used to even the most absolute of darkness.
"I am well armed" Insisted the Yuan-ti to the cemetery guards. Two men in light armor with pikes on their hands that had been looked downright bored until Naizelos came and provided a worrysome kind of entertainment.
"We can't let you through at night, the gate's stay closed, sorry. Whatever business you have, you can come again in the morning" Said one of the guards
"The undead of the graveyard are already problem enough without you running in to later turn into a well-armed one" Added the other
"I know what I'm doing, and I can handle myself" Continued the Yuan-ti, trying his best not to take offense at the perceived insult that was flung about his capacity.
His social skills were clearly not the most remarkable of his abilities, paired up with his scant facial expressions and he was suspicious enough so that whatever allowance they could have made for him was a "no" from the get go. Naizelos sighed, and looked at the gates of the cemetery and the walls around them through the corner of his eyes. He wondered if he could climb through. But what would he do once he was on the other side? If the situation was truly as dire as the men were making it out to be, calmly climbing his way back out was not a likely possibility.
He then considered finding himself a decent crypt to spent the night on. A stressful night, considering that the dead inside might not be so keen as to let him crash on their proverbial couch, but he wasn't just about to give up and leave because the guards said so. From the moment he had decided to come, it had been a possibility. Well, when he thought possibility, what he really meant was that asking for the guards to let him through was a formality. He was already regretting it.
Of course he could always try to fight his way through, possibily killing the guards... But since he was probably the only Yuan-ti in town, it was pretty high on the list of stupid ideas to do. If he tried to pull that out, he would quickly find himself flung into a jail or worse. It really said something about him that he decided against the idea not because it was immoral and questionable, but because it was stupid instead.
And so, the arguing continued for a bit longer.
"I am well armed" Insisted the Yuan-ti to the cemetery guards. Two men in light armor with pikes on their hands that had been looked downright bored until Naizelos came and provided a worrysome kind of entertainment.
"We can't let you through at night, the gate's stay closed, sorry. Whatever business you have, you can come again in the morning" Said one of the guards
"The undead of the graveyard are already problem enough without you running in to later turn into a well-armed one" Added the other
"I know what I'm doing, and I can handle myself" Continued the Yuan-ti, trying his best not to take offense at the perceived insult that was flung about his capacity.
His social skills were clearly not the most remarkable of his abilities, paired up with his scant facial expressions and he was suspicious enough so that whatever allowance they could have made for him was a "no" from the get go. Naizelos sighed, and looked at the gates of the cemetery and the walls around them through the corner of his eyes. He wondered if he could climb through. But what would he do once he was on the other side? If the situation was truly as dire as the men were making it out to be, calmly climbing his way back out was not a likely possibility.
He then considered finding himself a decent crypt to spent the night on. A stressful night, considering that the dead inside might not be so keen as to let him crash on their proverbial couch, but he wasn't just about to give up and leave because the guards said so. From the moment he had decided to come, it had been a possibility. Well, when he thought possibility, what he really meant was that asking for the guards to let him through was a formality. He was already regretting it.
Of course he could always try to fight his way through, possibily killing the guards... But since he was probably the only Yuan-ti in town, it was pretty high on the list of stupid ideas to do. If he tried to pull that out, he would quickly find himself flung into a jail or worse. It really said something about him that he decided against the idea not because it was immoral and questionable, but because it was stupid instead.
And so, the arguing continued for a bit longer.
