Wow! you really are something, a Troll came out of that pit, we fought it - pauses for a bit upset as she remembers that she couldn't do a thing against it - killed it, and our biggest concern right now is to take Yagra because she was attacked by a group of thugs? am I getting this right?- says Sylelor as she sheats her Rapier and gets closer to Dolar - You are strong, I'd like to hang around with you to measure my own strength and then, well, beat you! - says awkardly to Dolar and with enough pauses between the sentence that it was hard to understand what she was trying to say, she then takes a look at Siobahn, roll her eyes and says-Pathetic...- finally she walks next to Durnan - Can't you do something for Yagra?, you know she usually won't cause any trouble, and if being associated with a group or whatever is enough to take you in then shouldn't they just take all of us?
Siobhan: ((What are you trying to learn from your insight?)) The elvish man's smile never falters. "Actually, if I do recall that vagrant threw something at Miss Stonefist's head, which I believe would constitute an attack against a citizen, and inciting a brawl. I'm happy to argue semantics with the magister." He doesn't seem to mind waiting, but he also seems like he's not about to leave Yagra's side.
Sylelor: Durnan raises an eyebrow and glances over in Yagra's direction, then shrugs. "The trouble my patrons get into is of no concern to me unless they're destroying something."Yagra's a good patron, but her trouble is her concern, not his.
"All will become equal now" | "Cause we're going to shout it loud, even if our words seem meaningless. It's like we're carrying the weight of the world"
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Classic Watch.... Rogerrolls his eyes a bit. No need to treat people with basic respect when they've committed literally any crime, right? Siobhan is usually decent - for a watchman - but he figures all of them drink the ale at some point. He casts a wry, apologetic look at Yagraand is thinking about trying to slyly heal her, anyway, when Siobhan interrupts his plotting to change her mind. Well, all the better. Roger might have gotten away with healing Yagra and slipping out, but since he'd already asked and been denied, they'd surely know it was him. He nods to Siobhan, not trying to hide his surprise, and then moves closer to lay his hand on Yagra's arm. "May Our Smiling Lady turn your luck," he says, casting Cure Wounds on Yagra. Healing:3
"Look I am not here to argue semantics. Captain Silvermane told me to bring her in. If he did so then it is for her safety more then anything. He may have been just a thug but it would not be hard for a dagger to find it's way into Yagra's heart as she sleeps. If you are so concerned you may come with me as I have said. I do not even see the need to restrain her."
She will then her it towards the other half elf. "I am doing my job whether you like it or not. If you have a problem with my duties then you can kindly take them up with the captain. I see it as self defense but unfortunately no matter my feelings of Yagra I cannot show her special treatment." She turns towards Durnan. "As for the troll it would be wise to put a grate on that well and for the damage I will be sure that you are compensated as usual. If we catch the thugs they should be all to willing after all."
Answering Siobhan, Dolar says, "Ahh, of course. Though I must say: I'm not one to go looking for trouble; trouble has a way of finding me! Do keep me updated about the note, if you please. And what should I call you?"
Following his interaction with Siobhan, Dolar looks at Sylelor and answers her, as well: "I...I'm sorry, could you repeat that? I didn't quite understand...what you said. And since it seems I'm getting acquainted with everyone: my name is Dolar!"
Then following his interaction with Sylelor, Dolar takes notice of Roger healing Yagra. "You there! You must be the one who restored me in the middle of battle. You have my thanks! I am Dolar, and I am your friend."
Phineas stops and crosses her arms in front of her chest, tapping her foot rather impatiently as watches, smiling... rather amused by all the various people nagging Siobhanattempting to do her duty. The jester turns to Mallorygiggling, "yeah I know... that's why I don't bother to work a real job, stuff like this is such a drag... gawds I'm bored!"Then walks up behind Siobhantapping her on the back of the shoulder, "come on already you promised to give me a bath..." she whines... "why can't you just let her go, it's not she killed somebody or something? I mean really, you think the Watch would have better things to do with their time... like bath poor homeless jesters for example," she moans loudly growing more impatient... looking wondering how long this is going to take.
Siobhan sighs as she faces Phineas, moving to pat her on the head. "If you wait a bit longer you'll get dinner as well. Just let me do my job so that I can make sure no one ends up with a knife in the back." As she spoke she swore she would pay Nico back for running of and leaving her by herself. She will turn to the bard and Yagra. " I will not put you in a cell but you need to at least come to the barracks. Your friend can accompany you and I will let the Captain know you wish to speak with him on her behalf."
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
The elf appears to be trustworthy for all intents and purposes. He doesn't seem like he's lying when he says he'd like to accompany Yagra, and he's seems genuine in his desire to get this all sorted out. You don't get the feeling he would abscond with her into the night.
The elf holds his hands up placatingly. "Let's not attack the the officer for doing her job. I have the utmost faith in Captain Silvermane and the Watch of this City, but I am also here to look out for my friend. All I would like to do is be there on her behalf."
It's about this time that two things happen. Three constables of the Watch arrive to assist Siobhan in cleaning up the scene and taking in the culprits. One comes over to confer with Siobhan for a moment telling her that Captain Silvermanesent them assist, as another comes over with a pair of manacles to put on Yagra.
Also a somewhat older human man with greying hair and a mustache pushes his way forward. "Oh good, good, you're all more or less here. If all of you heroic types have a spare moment I would love to have a word with you, all. "
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"All will become equal now" | "Cause we're going to shout it loud, even if our words seem meaningless. It's like we're carrying the weight of the world"
Siobhan shakes her head when he goes to put on the manacles p as so far Yagra had not resisted. "She should be fine to go to the barracks for her dtay. While she was invovled in the fight she did not draw her weapon until after she was attacked. Take her weapons and put them in the storage room. The man with her will accompany her as he wishes to speak with Captain Silvermanel If you can handle the rest then I have a guest of my own to deal with." She tells the other watch member, pauing as she hears the old man.
"Is there something that you need assistance with sir?"
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
If there's anything Roger has learned in all his time hopping through acquaintances and alliances, it's this: heal the big ones. They're the ones you want on your side for next time. So when Dolarsays he's Roger's friend? He's Roger's friend now.
"Roger," he says with a crooked smile. "You should be more careful. Reckless types like you give me headaches, friend."
When the human mancomes forward addressing 'heroic types,' however, Roger takes a long step back, hoping to fade into the shadows. There's just no way that gentleman is talking to him.
Roger:The man sees Roger backing into the shadows and holds out a hand in his direction. "Oh no, young man. I saw you casting spells over here. If you'll give a duttery old man an ear and moment of your time I'd be most grateful."
Siobhan: He then turns to you and nods, "Oh yes, assistance is absolutely what I need right now, I'm so sorry to pry you away."
The constables seem to have the situation well in hand, the one placing the manacles on Yagra,now taking them off after Siobhan's words, and a gentle admonishing from Yagra's elvish friend. As they are being led out the elfbrushes by Siobhan and hands her a card.
The card is simple with a name scrawled in fancy lettering: Davil Starsong Under it reads : Negotiator and Entrepreneur
"All will become equal now" | "Cause we're going to shout it loud, even if our words seem meaningless. It's like we're carrying the weight of the world"
Siobhan will read the card once and look towarfs the elf with a raised brow, slipping the card away for later as she looks to the old human. "It is no trouble at all sir. Colleagues have everything well in hand." Depsite saying this she does look over at Phineas slowly, knowing the human girl is impatient.
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Dolar takes a quick moment to answer Roger, saying, "Ahh I cannot swear to that! From where I come from, my people have no armor. We do our best to defeat our enemies swiftly, but I admit we can sometimes be easy targets against formidable foes. I will, however, do my best not to burden you too often."
Dolar's attention is interrupted by this strange man who's approached.
Dolar has never been considered the heroic type -- quite the opposite, really -- but now is as good a time as ever to begin a new life for himself. He stands quietly in place, both hands on the blade of his axe and the hilt of it resting on the floor, intently listening in on what else the man has to say.
'I will do my best not to burden you too often.' Thoughtful of him. Maybe Dolarisn't so bad.
Roger'sattention is drawn by the old man'swords. Great. Probably some recruiter... maybe an adventurer's guild, or something. Surely something Roger wants no part of, but... he's heard his share of sales pitches, and he's not easily taken by them. Can't hurt to hear the old man out. He folds his arms, uncomfortable, but stays put.
A somewhat older human man with greying hair and a mustache pushes his way forward. "Oh good, good, you're all more or less here. If all of you heroic types have a spare moment I would love to have a word with you, all. "The man sees Roger backing into the shadows and holds out a hand in his direction. "Oh no, young man. I saw you casting spells over here. If you'll give a duttery old man an ear and moment of your time I'd be most grateful." He then turns to Siobhan and nods, "Oh yes, assistance is absolutely what I need right now, I'm so sorry to pry you away." The constables seem to have the situation well in hand, the one placing the manacles on Yagra, now taking them off after Siobhan's words, and a gentle admonishing from Yagra's elvish friend. As they are being led out the elf brushes by Siobhan and hands her a card.
Phineasstands off to the side and looks and watches... listens as the strange man speaks to others ignoring her totally when Mallory whispers to her and breaks her train of thought she turns to face him... a bit peeved at his comment, or rather his insinuation, "what the hell do you mean, be polite and not to say something stupid? Since when do I ever... say anything remotely stupid? I will have you know that I am a gentile refined high-class lady chock-full of sage wisdom and heroic vigor to boot! It was I after all that defeated the fabled killer rabbit of Caerbannog over yonder in bog-town!"
The jester looks down at her body frowning a bit, inspecting the goods as it were... checking out her rather exquisite muscular toned form trying to fathom how mister fancy pants had missed her altogether among this rather motley... unimpressive and uninspiring group. Then she sighs, "alright, I will give you that one... you have point, but that really shouldn't count."Phineas gives up the ghost and sits down on the floor and plays jacks... patiently waiting for Siobhan to conclude her business so she can get her promised bath trying her best to ignore them.
Siobhan moves to gather the jester by taking her hand and pulling her up. Somewherw along the way she had gotten herself a pair of lesther gloves that had found their way onto her hands. "You should stay close. Once we are done here and you bathe then you may pkay jacks or whatever other games strike your fancy for as long as you wish to do so."
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Phineas looks up Siobhan and gives her a smile, "sorrryyy I thought I was close... don't worry I'm not going anywhere, at least not just yet. Take your time," she chirps still a bit impatient but currently distracted.
Siobhan nods and pats her on the head once more. "I plan to leave as soon as we listen to what this man has to say. You can find out many interesting things in the Yawning Portal."
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
The man will lead all of you to a table upstairs, he motions for you to have a seat, adjusting the floppy hat atop his head. “Volothamp Geddarm, chronicler, wizard, and celebrity, at your service. You may have heard of me, I have a book I've recently published. Anyhow,"He waves a hand, "I trust you’ve noted the violence in our fair city these past tendays. I haven’t seen so much blood since my last visit to Baldur’s Gate! But now I fear I have misplaced a friend amid this odious malevolence.
“My friend’s name is Floon Blagmaar. He’s got more beauty than brains, and I worry he took a bad way home a couple nights ago and was kidnapped — or worse. If you agree to track him down with all due haste, I can offer you ten dragons apiece now, and I can give you each ten times that when you find Floon. May I prevail upon you in my hour of need?”
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"All will become equal now" | "Cause we're going to shout it loud, even if our words seem meaningless. It's like we're carrying the weight of the world"
Siobhan automatically switches into full on watchwoman mode at the mention of the possibility of a perosn being kidnapped. She lets a serious form onnher face as she leans forward on the table. "Have you made sure to let the rest of the watch know about the disappearance of your friend? If not then let ke file a report incase a small band of adventuerrs is not enough to find them." It was clear she eas in regardless of the money.
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Wow! you really are something, a Troll came out of that pit, we fought it - pauses for a bit upset as she remembers that she couldn't do a thing against it - killed it, and our biggest concern right now is to take Yagra because she was attacked by a group of thugs? am I getting this right? - says Sylelor as she sheats her Rapier and gets closer to Dolar - You are strong, I'd like to hang around with you to measure my own strength and then, well, beat you! - says awkardly to Dolar and with enough pauses between the sentence that it was hard to understand what she was trying to say, she then takes a look at Siobahn, roll her eyes and says- Pathetic... - finally she walks next to Durnan - Can't you do something for Yagra?, you know she usually won't cause any trouble, and if being associated with a group or whatever is enough to take you in then shouldn't they just take all of us?
Siobhan: ((What are you trying to learn from your insight?)) The elvish man's smile never falters. "Actually, if I do recall that vagrant threw something at Miss Stonefist's head, which I believe would constitute an attack against a citizen, and inciting a brawl. I'm happy to argue semantics with the magister." He doesn't seem to mind waiting, but he also seems like he's not about to leave Yagra's side.
Sylelor: Durnan raises an eyebrow and glances over in Yagra's direction, then shrugs. "The trouble my patrons get into is of no concern to me unless they're destroying something." Yagra's a good patron, but her trouble is her concern, not his.
"All will become equal now" | "Cause we're going to shout it loud, even if our words seem meaningless. It's like we're carrying the weight of the world"
Classic Watch.... Roger rolls his eyes a bit. No need to treat people with basic respect when they've committed literally any crime, right? Siobhan is usually decent - for a watchman - but he figures all of them drink the ale at some point. He casts a wry, apologetic look at Yagra and is thinking about trying to slyly heal her, anyway, when Siobhan interrupts his plotting to change her mind.
Well, all the better. Roger might have gotten away with healing Yagra and slipping out, but since he'd already asked and been denied, they'd surely know it was him. He nods to Siobhan, not trying to hide his surprise, and then moves closer to lay his hand on Yagra's arm.
"May Our Smiling Lady turn your luck," he says, casting Cure Wounds on Yagra.
Healing: 3
"(To see if she could trust him.)
"Look I am not here to argue semantics. Captain Silvermane told me to bring her in. If he did so then it is for her safety more then anything. He may have been just a thug but it would not be hard for a dagger to find it's way into Yagra's heart as she sleeps. If you are so concerned you may come with me as I have said. I do not even see the need to restrain her."
She will then her it towards the other half elf. "I am doing my job whether you like it or not. If you have a problem with my duties then you can kindly take them up with the captain. I see it as self defense but unfortunately no matter my feelings of Yagra I cannot show her special treatment." She turns towards Durnan. "As for the troll it would be wise to put a grate on that well and for the damage I will be sure that you are compensated as usual. If we catch the thugs they should be all to willing after all."
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
DOLAR
Answering Siobhan, Dolar says, "Ahh, of course. Though I must say: I'm not one to go looking for trouble; trouble has a way of finding me! Do keep me updated about the note, if you please. And what should I call you?"
Following his interaction with Siobhan, Dolar looks at Sylelor and answers her, as well: "I...I'm sorry, could you repeat that? I didn't quite understand...what you said. And since it seems I'm getting acquainted with everyone: my name is Dolar!"
Then following his interaction with Sylelor, Dolar takes notice of Roger healing Yagra. "You there! You must be the one who restored me in the middle of battle. You have my thanks! I am Dolar, and I am your friend."
@Siobhan
Phineas stops and crosses her arms in front of her chest, tapping her foot rather impatiently as watches, smiling... rather amused by all the various people nagging Siobhan attempting to do her duty. The jester turns to Mallory giggling, "yeah I know... that's why I don't bother to work a real job, stuff like this is such a drag... gawds I'm bored!" Then walks up behind Siobhan tapping her on the back of the shoulder, "come on already you promised to give me a bath..." she whines... "why can't you just let her go, it's not she killed somebody or something? I mean really, you think the Watch would have better things to do with their time... like bath poor homeless jesters for example," she moans loudly growing more impatient... looking wondering how long this is going to take.
Siobhan sighs as she faces Phineas, moving to pat her on the head. "If you wait a bit longer you'll get dinner as well. Just let me do my job so that I can make sure no one ends up with a knife in the back." As she spoke she swore she would pay Nico back for running of and leaving her by herself. She will turn to the bard and Yagra. " I will not put you in a cell but you need to at least come to the barracks. Your friend can accompany you and I will let the Captain know you wish to speak with him on her behalf."
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
Siobhan:
The elf appears to be trustworthy for all intents and purposes. He doesn't seem like he's lying when he says he'd like to accompany Yagra, and he's seems genuine in his desire to get this all sorted out. You don't get the feeling he would abscond with her into the night.
The elf holds his hands up placatingly. "Let's not attack the the officer for doing her job. I have the utmost faith in Captain Silvermane and the Watch of this City, but I am also here to look out for my friend. All I would like to do is be there on her behalf."
It's about this time that two things happen. Three constables of the Watch arrive to assist Siobhan in cleaning up the scene and taking in the culprits. One comes over to confer with Siobhan for a moment telling her that Captain Silvermane sent them assist, as another comes over with a pair of manacles to put on Yagra.
Also a somewhat older human man with greying hair and a mustache pushes his way forward. "Oh good, good, you're all more or less here. If all of you heroic types have a spare moment I would love to have a word with you, all. "
"All will become equal now" | "Cause we're going to shout it loud, even if our words seem meaningless. It's like we're carrying the weight of the world"
Siobhan shakes her head when he goes to put on the manacles p as so far Yagra had not resisted. "She should be fine to go to the barracks for her dtay. While she was invovled in the fight she did not draw her weapon until after she was attacked. Take her weapons and put them in the storage room. The man with her will accompany her as he wishes to speak with Captain Silvermanel If you can handle the rest then I have a guest of my own to deal with." She tells the other watch member, pauing as she hears the old man.
"Is there something that you need assistance with sir?"
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
If there's anything Roger has learned in all his time hopping through acquaintances and alliances, it's this: heal the big ones. They're the ones you want on your side for next time. So when Dolar says he's Roger's friend? He's Roger's friend now.
"Roger," he says with a crooked smile. "You should be more careful. Reckless types like you give me headaches, friend."
When the human man comes forward addressing 'heroic types,' however, Roger takes a long step back, hoping to fade into the shadows. There's just no way that gentleman is talking to him.
Roger: The man sees Roger backing into the shadows and holds out a hand in his direction. "Oh no, young man. I saw you casting spells over here. If you'll give a duttery old man an ear and moment of your time I'd be most grateful."
Siobhan: He then turns to you and nods, "Oh yes, assistance is absolutely what I need right now, I'm so sorry to pry you away."
The constables seem to have the situation well in hand, the one placing the manacles on Yagra, now taking them off after Siobhan's words, and a gentle admonishing from Yagra's elvish friend. As they are being led out the elf brushes by Siobhan and hands her a card.
The card is simple with a name scrawled in fancy lettering: Davil Starsong
Under it reads : Negotiator and Entrepreneur
"All will become equal now" | "Cause we're going to shout it loud, even if our words seem meaningless. It's like we're carrying the weight of the world"
Siobhan will read the card once and look towarfs the elf with a raised brow, slipping the card away for later as she looks to the old human. "It is no trouble at all sir. Colleagues have everything well in hand." Depsite saying this she does look over at Phineas slowly, knowing the human girl is impatient.
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
DOLAR
Dolar takes a quick moment to answer Roger, saying, "Ahh I cannot swear to that! From where I come from, my people have no armor. We do our best to defeat our enemies swiftly, but I admit we can sometimes be easy targets against formidable foes. I will, however, do my best not to burden you too often."
Dolar's attention is interrupted by this strange man who's approached.
Dolar has never been considered the heroic type -- quite the opposite, really -- but now is as good a time as ever to begin a new life for himself. He stands quietly in place, both hands on the blade of his axe and the hilt of it resting on the floor, intently listening in on what else the man has to say.
'I will do my best not to burden you too often.' Thoughtful of him. Maybe Dolar isn't so bad.
Roger's attention is drawn by the old man's words. Great. Probably some recruiter... maybe an adventurer's guild, or something. Surely something Roger wants no part of, but... he's heard his share of sales pitches, and he's not easily taken by them. Can't hurt to hear the old man out. He folds his arms, uncomfortable, but stays put.
A somewhat older human man with greying hair and a mustache pushes his way forward. "Oh good, good, you're all more or less here. If all of you heroic types have a spare moment I would love to have a word with you, all. "The man sees Roger backing into the shadows and holds out a hand in his direction. "Oh no, young man. I saw you casting spells over here. If you'll give a duttery old man an ear and moment of your time I'd be most grateful." He then turns to Siobhan and nods, "Oh yes, assistance is absolutely what I need right now, I'm so sorry to pry you away." The constables seem to have the situation well in hand, the one placing the manacles on Yagra, now taking them off after Siobhan's words, and a gentle admonishing from Yagra's elvish friend. As they are being led out the elf brushes by Siobhan and hands her a card.
Phineas stands off to the side and looks and watches... listens as the strange man speaks to others ignoring her totally when Mallory whispers to her and breaks her train of thought she turns to face him... a bit peeved at his comment, or rather his insinuation, "what the hell do you mean, be polite and not to say something stupid? Since when do I ever... say anything remotely stupid? I will have you know that I am a gentile refined high-class lady chock-full of sage wisdom and heroic vigor to boot! It was I after all that defeated the fabled killer rabbit of Caerbannog over yonder in bog-town!"
The jester looks down at her body frowning a bit, inspecting the goods as it were... checking out her rather exquisite muscular toned form trying to fathom how mister fancy pants had missed her altogether among this rather motley... unimpressive and uninspiring group. Then she sighs, "alright, I will give you that one... you have point, but that really shouldn't count." Phineas gives up the ghost and sits down on the floor and plays jacks... patiently waiting for Siobhan to conclude her business so she can get her promised bath trying her best to ignore them.
Siobhan moves to gather the jester by taking her hand and pulling her up. Somewherw along the way she had gotten herself a pair of lesther gloves that had found their way onto her hands. "You should stay close. Once we are done here and you bathe then you may pkay jacks or whatever other games strike your fancy for as long as you wish to do so."
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
Phineas looks up Siobhan and gives her a smile, "sorrryyy I thought I was close... don't worry I'm not going anywhere, at least not just yet. Take your time," she chirps still a bit impatient but currently distracted.
Siobhan nods and pats her on the head once more. "I plan to leave as soon as we listen to what this man has to say. You can find out many interesting things in the Yawning Portal."
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
The man will lead all of you to a table upstairs, he motions for you to have a seat, adjusting the floppy hat atop his head. “Volothamp Geddarm, chronicler, wizard, and celebrity, at your service. You may have heard of me, I have a book I've recently published. Anyhow," He waves a hand, "I trust you’ve noted the violence in our fair city these past tendays. I haven’t seen so much blood since my last visit to Baldur’s Gate! But now I fear I have misplaced a friend amid this odious malevolence.
“My friend’s name is Floon Blagmaar. He’s got more beauty than brains, and I worry he took a bad way home a couple nights ago and was kidnapped — or worse. If you agree to track him down with all due haste, I can offer you ten dragons apiece now, and I can give you each ten times that when you find Floon. May I prevail upon you in my hour of need?”
"All will become equal now" | "Cause we're going to shout it loud, even if our words seem meaningless. It's like we're carrying the weight of the world"
Siobhan automatically switches into full on watchwoman mode at the mention of the possibility of a perosn being kidnapped. She lets a serious form onnher face as she leans forward on the table. "Have you made sure to let the rest of the watch know about the disappearance of your friend? If not then let ke file a report incase a small band of adventuerrs is not enough to find them." It was clear she eas in regardless of the money.
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)