Thread Main RPG Dragons and Dungeons Daishains The Cold Fury says...
Poljen thinks it over while the others take their turn signing the contract. He finally steps forward and signs his name, using the big, blocky letters he favors. For a beneficiary, he is stumped. He favors no church, has no relations other than the group with which he travels. He finally decides and asks the men in front of him, "I wish that, should I fall, the Harpers use their judgment to help others in need of food and shelter. How do I indicate that?" They blink once or twice, then one says, "Put 'Aid the poor,' and we will see it done." Poljen grins and does as bade, then turns to the group, just in time for Lia to play up to him.
He has now known her well-enough to see when she is having fun at his expense, and as usual plays along. "Of course, Little Lia! I will shoulder any burden of yours." He turns to the rest and adds, "The offer goes for you two as well, Sar'ai, Elyria. Mother said I should play to my strengths. 'Strong back, weak mind.' Ha!" His infectious smile beams as usual.
Out of Character: : He will buy 20 days of rations, since I intend to always pay double for his rations, as he eats an enormous amount. Also he will buy a few skins filled with ale for the trip.