Snippet #2399603

His face went a deeper shade of red as Lauren put her hand against his forehead, as if checking for a fever. "Do you have headaches? Do you feel cold? Have a drippy nose? Does your throat hurt?" He brushed her hand away lightly. "I'm f-fine. Something in my t-throat is all." He turned away a little abruptly and fumed. Damn that Zander! He gave Zander a light punch to the shoulder as soon as he was in reach, not really hurting him but expressing his displeasure quite clearly.

He turned his head as he heard Mr.Merchant speak up. "You know, before we get any further, I'd like to know some things. First off, I'm Michael. Hopefully I'll get some names out of the rest of you. Secondly, even if you won't tell me what we're looking for, at least tell me you know where we are going. Thirdly, what kind of things are you expecting we might run into on this adventure? Lastly, who signed the permission slips for the children to come along?"

So, his name was Michael, that was good to know. "Well, I'm Allan, we're looking for an herb that only grows on the mountain just over there." He pointed over at Willow's Peak and resumed speaking. "We might run into trolls, goblins, large bats, and who knows what else. They tend to live in the caves on mountains like this one. Just be prepared for... Well anything really." He unsheathed a small length of this sword, pushing up on the cross guard with his thumb, as if to demonstrate that he, at least, was indeed prepared. "If you don't think you can handle it, you should probably head back to town before it's to late." He the sword fall back into the scabbard and kept walking. He chose to ignore the last comment, as he couldn't think of an answer that didn't involve punching the man in the teeth. There was a small group of people in town of people who'd lost their teeth making stupid comments like that. They met on Wednesdays. He'd attended one time. They'd given him a cake. He shook his head at the thought. Those people are weird, but nice enough.