In effort to maybe temper the response of one of his dearest friends whose been in his company maybe a little too much, Grimbeorn interjects, "We appreciate your plan to muster and come in force, as defending one of us defends us all. We would hope that aside for your grand march that a few men be spared to ride with as scout and initial bulwark as the our troop moves with all haste."
The Beornings are (at least attempting to be) the level-headed and even-keeled today?
Courtesy - 1d12 : 6, total 6 Rolled 2d6 : 5, 6, total 11
"Three days? In three days we must be at the Tarn in aid of Amaleoda and her folk. Is there naught more we can do so as to be more swift in our actions, Master Ingomer?"
Esgalwen tries her best to not sound as if she begs, but she knows for certain that her earlier words had stumbled their efforts. Okay - here is some hopeful redemption from the lady in the group! TN --persuade 3d
"I'll hazard that I ken whereof this fox speaks," answers a greybeardwwith an intrigued grin,aand son the rest of the Council are nodding in agreement,though several, it would seem,are doing so only so as to appear wiser than they are.
"Very well," intones Ingomer, his voice carefully level, "it shall be as you ask. In three days, we shall muster the host of Wuduseld and march south. I am minded," he muses almost to himself, "to place Munderic at their head."
To be clear, in case it isn't already, this is just what two successes gets you. You're welcome to keep trying for more.
Yep, that worked! The other thing is his going on about bears, foxes and other beasts. I think the Woodmen would've heard stories about Beorning night-goers, though they certainly don't know the ins and outs of it, but whether they pick the meaning out of his intentional vagueness will depend on a Riddle roll, 'cause that's what the skill's for.