It would not be wise to turn down such an offer. Lead the way.
Alagon was use to living simply and plainly within the temple at Neverwinter. But as one of Gabriel's travelling companions, Alagon had sampled some of the finer things in life; a hearty breakfast rather than a small amount of incredibly plain and unsatisfying oatmeal; luxurious spiced wines from the far reaches of Faerun and delicacies from a number of different cultures. He expected the food in this fishing village to resemble that of his home town,...maybe just not as finely seasoned, regardless he looked forward to the meal and the company he was in.
Moving up along side his fellow Harpers, Alagon gently rested a hand on Nyx and Melnir, cast each a warming smile.
Good morning my Friends and blessings to the Captain of the Waves for this wonderful day, and the catch on which we feast.
No sooner has Melnir responded, that the door to the tavern swings open with the wind and rain driving it harder than expected, almost clipping Ned as he has to step to one side to avoid being hit. Through the door steps a particularly damp and windswept Abdul as he returns to the tavern. Ned hurriedly pushes past, muttering under his breath as he exits.
"Ah see, 'ere he is now!" I exclaim. I turn my head to the doorway and bellow across the tavern "Mornin' Abdul! Weather's bloody awful isn't it? You're looking a bit worse for wear. Did you have as much luck as I did out there?" I turn on my bar stool towards the entrance of the tavern room, plate still in hand, and gesture him to a seat at the bar.
“What do you make of Ned?”
Still facing the entrance to the room, I see Ned almost collide into Abdul as they get caught in the entryway. I notice Ned seems to be hurrying away. Was it something we said? I turn back towards the bar, place my plate back on it and take a large gulp from my tankard. I turn to Nyx and say "He seems like a nice enough guy, he might just not be a mornin' person, eh? Also I don't think most folks are used to gettin' their ears talked off first think in the mornin'" I give her a small wink and turn back to my food.
"Shh shh dont talk so loudly, you never know who might hear.. Me and my friends, we're professionals you see, Not common bandits or adventurers, Its some good land over by the old coast road, Its a shame its just lay there wasted."
I look Mafera dead in the eyes and try to look concerned
"Surely you remember a time before the terrible things that cursed that land and caused you fine townsfolk to be watching over your shoulders in suspicion and fear, I cant tell you who our employer is but I can tell you they have this towns best interests at heart, Dont be alarmed.. I assure you, we are the best."
Now sitting back into my chair, shoulders straight and radiating an aura of calm confidence
"I must ask about your Cleric though, surely its in a holy mans interests to purge these evils, what can you tell me of him? where might I find this Cleric Wellgar?"
OOC: I hope of calming young Jasker and commanding the conversation in my favor winning the confidence of the two and acquiring some information on the Cleric.
Adul gives a stern look to the man who rushed passed him. Taking in the words and mulling them over. He walks over to the bar maid and asks what lay in direction of the voices and spirits he thought he heard. Trying to understand his own madness, seeking answers. He also mentions that it is clear there were some unhappy folk in the bar. And questions what might have led to this.
Alagon reaches for the cup Hanna placed as he and Gabriel approached.
Alagon agitates the mead around the mug, drawing in a deep breath through his nose enjoying the fragrance of the fermented honey and herbs. Before taking a sip he kept an eye and ear on the trouble at the table to his side.
He could see Keith, so it was difficult to determine whether these raised tones were deserved or not. But he was a compatriot and Harper so if things got out of hand he would be ready to play peacekeeper, even if it wasn’t his strength he would assist how he could.
OOC: Chris id like to assist with any placating rolls but will not take the lead Alagon would know he is not well received.
Still keeping an eye on Keith and his situation, Alagon not overly socially comfortable outside of his own party politely but to a discerning ear nervously asks Hanna
Good Morning Hann, Blessings of the Captain of the Waves upon you and your business, may I have some smoked fish and fresh bread please?...
Leaving a pause for her to respond.
Also, er this Haunted Mansion we have been asking you about. Is there anyone in town that stands to benefit from keeping the locals scared to go near the place? Or maybe someone in town that would provide us assistance in either equipment, supplies any kind of support in cleansing it maybe?
My ears prick up at Alagon’s questions to Hanna. Seizing the opportunity I kneel up on my bar stool and lean closer towards the pair and speak in a more hushed tone.
”Hanna... Ned mentioned that he worked for someone here in town. What was his name?”I pause trying to replay my short conversation with the unsociable man. “I think he said it was old Primewater. Do you know who he is and where we might find him?” I ask optimistically.
"Shh shh dont talk so loudly, you never know who might hear.. Me and my friends, we're professionals you see, Not common bandits or adventurers, Its some good land over by the old coast road, Its a shame its just lay there wasted."
"Surely you remember a time before the terrible things that cursed that land and caused you fine townsfolk to be watching over your shoulders in suspicion and fear, I cant tell you who our employer is but I can tell you they have this towns best interests at heart, Dont be alarmed.. I assure you, we are the best."
"I must ask about your Cleric though, surely its in a holy mans interests to purge these evils, what can you tell me of him? where might I find this Cleric Wellgar?"
Jasker seats himself back down, still looking towards Keith with an air of distrust. Mafera equally seems like she doesn't believe the words of this stranger in town before saying,
"Aye, I've been here long enough. Long enough to have seen plenty of treasure seekers, pirates and other sea scum looking for a quick score. I was also 'ere when that conjurer up on the crest was plying his trade too. I'll tell you this for free, it was a cursed place then and it's a cursed place now. Wellgar'll be over at the Temple of Procan on the east edge of town, but if you wanna go poking your noses into dark business, that's your ass, but you'll get nothing more from me or my kin, unless it's 'purchase of my excellent' wares. Now, I'll thank you to take your leave and leave us to our breakfast."
With that, Mafera turns back to her food and Jasker quickly follows suit, after throwing Keith one final, suspicious look.
"Also, er this Haunted Mansion we have been asking you about. Is there anyone in town that stands to benefit from keeping the locals scared to go near the place? Or maybe someone in town that would provide us assistance in either equipment, supplies any kind of support in cleansing it maybe?"
”Hanna... Ned mentioned that he worked for someone here in town. What was his name? I think he said it was old Primewater. Do you know who he is and where we might find him?”
Hanna thinks for a brief moment, before addressing Alagon & Nyx,"I can't imagine anyone in town daft enough to mess with whatever nastiness the alchemist left behind. If it's weapons and armour supplies you're after, you could try Kiorna Kester, she's a hell of a tanner, or you could try... oh..."She hesitates for a moment as she looks over towards the heated exchange across the room, "... Mafera at the Dwarven Anvil. That's her over there with your friend. No better smithy in the town. If it's just general supplies you're after, the Green Market across the bridge will be opening in a couple of hours, if the damned weather lets up that is. If you're after something more eclectic though, Winston on the edge of town deals in things he finds in the Marshes or there's always Keledek... ", she scrunches her face in a bit of disapproval, "He's the town Wizard. Can't miss his place. It's the one on the west edge with the bloody great tower built on it. As for Primewater, Ned's talking about Gellen, head of the Primewater family here in town. He's one of the town council members and owns a fleet of boats, got a mansion down by one of the piers. Not a bad guy, per say, but a bit of an acquired taste. Flush with the gold though, so it suits me fine. Look at me chatting away, I'd best get the barrels tapped or there'll be hell to pay tomorrow."
Leaving you to your breakfast, Hanna goes about with an assortment of duties around the tavern, occasionally making small talk with the other two travellers that accompanied you down from Neverwinter.
OOC: As Jamie has dropped out, I'm going to skip ahead about an hour as you've all gathered around a table to discuss what to do and where to go for the day. Gabriel has bid his farewell, as his personal mission as a part of this undertaking is to carry on towards Leilon, a town to the west, to gather additional information on the goings on in the region. So we pick up shortly after this.
You've acquired the following leads or information over this hour for a quick refresher:
Marsh Mansion - A large house, southeast of the town, following the cliffside road. In the storm, Abdul spotted a dim, unusual light emanating from that rough direction.
Price Penrose - A local "adventurer" (and drunk apparently), is due to meet you tomorrow evening in The Snapped Line tavern, as he has been to this mansion you are investigating.
Hanna Rist - Owner of the Snapped Line tavern, has been very accommodating to your unusual group.
Ned Shakeshaft - A local merchants' assistant, apparently working for Gellan Primewater.
Gellen Primewater - Town Council Member and apparently one of the wealthiest men in town. Owns a fleet of ships that operates out of the pier that Abdul visited earlier.
Cleric Wellgar - Cleric of Procan, a minor god of the sea and specifically those lost at sea.
Kiorna Kester - Local merchant. Owns Kester's Leather Goods, specialising in hides and tanning.
Mafera and Jasker - Mother and son who own a smithy called the Dwarven Anvil
Winston - Merchant on the edge of town, near the temple, who specialises in goods recovered from the marshlands and surrounding areas.
Keledek - Town Wizard. Nobody has given you much more information than that.
The Green Market - Daily market for supplies.
The rain has let up slightly, so is no longer torrential, merely unpleasant, and the sun has risen properly now. The tavern is all but empty, excluding Hanna going about her duties. The rest of the day is yours.
Acquiring information from the conversation with Nyx around the table, Keith decides to take a stroll to the edge of town to browse the strange swampy wears of Winston for anything perculiar or of interest.. Keith being a thief by nature has a keen eye for a diamond in the rough and feels that is the place his beady eyes are best put to use right now.
It would not be wise to turn down such an offer. Lead the way.
Alagon was use to living simply and plainly within the temple at Neverwinter. But as one of Gabriel's travelling companions, Alagon had sampled some of the finer things in life; a hearty breakfast rather than a small amount of incredibly plain and unsatisfying oatmeal; luxurious spiced wines from the far reaches of Faerun and delicacies from a number of different cultures. He expected the food in this fishing village to resemble that of his home town,...maybe just not as finely seasoned, regardless he looked forward to the meal and the company he was in.
Moving up along side his fellow Harpers, Alagon gently rested a hand on Nyx and Melnir, cast each a warming smile.
Good morning my Friends and blessings to the Captain of the Waves for this wonderful day, and the catch on which we feast.
"Ah see, 'ere he is now!" I exclaim. I turn my head to the doorway and bellow across the tavern "Mornin' Abdul! Weather's bloody awful isn't it? You're looking a bit worse for wear. Did you have as much luck as I did out there?" I turn on my bar stool towards the entrance of the tavern room, plate still in hand, and gesture him to a seat at the bar.
Still facing the entrance to the room, I see Ned almost collide into Abdul as they get caught in the entryway. I notice Ned seems to be hurrying away. Was it something we said? I turn back towards the bar, place my plate back on it and take a large gulp from my tankard. I turn to Nyx and say "He seems like a nice enough guy, he might just not be a mornin' person, eh? Also I don't think most folks are used to gettin' their ears talked off first think in the mornin'" I give her a small wink and turn back to my food.
"Shh shh dont talk so loudly, you never know who might hear.. Me and my friends, we're professionals you see, Not common bandits or adventurers, Its some good land over by the old coast road, Its a shame its just lay there wasted."
I look Mafera dead in the eyes and try to look concerned
"Surely you remember a time before the terrible things that cursed that land and caused you fine townsfolk to be watching over your shoulders in suspicion and fear, I cant tell you who our employer is but I can tell you they have this towns best interests at heart, Dont be alarmed.. I assure you, we are the best."
Now sitting back into my chair, shoulders straight and radiating an aura of calm confidence
"I must ask about your Cleric though, surely its in a holy mans interests to purge these evils, what can you tell me of him? where might I find this Cleric Wellgar?"
OOC: I hope of calming young Jasker and commanding the conversation in my favor winning the confidence of the two and acquiring some information on the Cleric.
I roll persuasion- 14
Adul gives a stern look to the man who rushed passed him. Taking in the words and mulling them over. He walks over to the bar maid and asks what lay in direction of the voices and spirits he thought he heard. Trying to understand his own madness, seeking answers. He also mentions that it is clear there were some unhappy folk in the bar. And questions what might have led to this.
Alagon reaches for the cup Hanna placed as he and Gabriel approached.
Alagon agitates the mead around the mug, drawing in a deep breath through his nose enjoying the fragrance of the fermented honey and herbs. Before taking a sip he kept an eye and ear on the trouble at the table to his side.
He could see Keith, so it was difficult to determine whether these raised tones were deserved or not. But he was a compatriot and Harper so if things got out of hand he would be ready to play peacekeeper, even if it wasn’t his strength he would assist how he could.
OOC: Chris id like to assist with any placating rolls but will not take the lead Alagon would know he is not well received.
Still keeping an eye on Keith and his situation, Alagon not overly socially comfortable outside of his own party politely but to a discerning ear nervously asks Hanna
Good Morning Hann, Blessings of the Captain of the Waves upon you and your business, may I have some smoked fish and fresh bread please?...
Leaving a pause for her to respond.
Also, er this Haunted Mansion we have been asking you about. Is there anyone in town that stands to benefit from keeping the locals scared to go near the place? Or maybe someone in town that would provide us assistance in either equipment, supplies any kind of support in cleansing it maybe?
My ears prick up at Alagon’s questions to Hanna. Seizing the opportunity I kneel up on my bar stool and lean closer towards the pair and speak in a more hushed tone.
”Hanna... Ned mentioned that he worked for someone here in town. What was his name?” I pause trying to replay my short conversation with the unsociable man. “I think he said it was old Primewater. Do you know who he is and where we might find him?” I ask optimistically.
Jasker seats himself back down, still looking towards Keith with an air of distrust. Mafera equally seems like she doesn't believe the words of this stranger in town before saying,
"Aye, I've been here long enough. Long enough to have seen plenty of treasure seekers, pirates and other sea scum looking for a quick score. I was also 'ere when that conjurer up on the crest was plying his trade too. I'll tell you this for free, it was a cursed place then and it's a cursed place now. Wellgar'll be over at the Temple of Procan on the east edge of town, but if you wanna go poking your noses into dark business, that's your ass, but you'll get nothing more from me or my kin, unless it's 'purchase of my excellent' wares. Now, I'll thank you to take your leave and leave us to our breakfast."
With that, Mafera turns back to her food and Jasker quickly follows suit, after throwing Keith one final, suspicious look.
Hanna thinks for a brief moment, before addressing Alagon & Nyx, "I can't imagine anyone in town daft enough to mess with whatever nastiness the alchemist left behind. If it's weapons and armour supplies you're after, you could try Kiorna Kester, she's a hell of a tanner, or you could try... oh..." She hesitates for a moment as she looks over towards the heated exchange across the room, "... Mafera at the Dwarven Anvil. That's her over there with your friend. No better smithy in the town. If it's just general supplies you're after, the Green Market across the bridge will be opening in a couple of hours, if the damned weather lets up that is. If you're after something more eclectic though, Winston on the edge of town deals in things he finds in the Marshes or there's always Keledek... ", she scrunches her face in a bit of disapproval, "He's the town Wizard. Can't miss his place. It's the one on the west edge with the bloody great tower built on it. As for Primewater, Ned's talking about Gellen, head of the Primewater family here in town. He's one of the town council members and owns a fleet of boats, got a mansion down by one of the piers. Not a bad guy, per say, but a bit of an acquired taste. Flush with the gold though, so it suits me fine. Look at me chatting away, I'd best get the barrels tapped or there'll be hell to pay tomorrow."
Leaving you to your breakfast, Hanna goes about with an assortment of duties around the tavern, occasionally making small talk with the other two travellers that accompanied you down from Neverwinter.
OOC: As Jamie has dropped out, I'm going to skip ahead about an hour as you've all gathered around a table to discuss what to do and where to go for the day. Gabriel has bid his farewell, as his personal mission as a part of this undertaking is to carry on towards Leilon, a town to the west, to gather additional information on the goings on in the region. So we pick up shortly after this.
You've acquired the following leads or information over this hour for a quick refresher:
The rain has let up slightly, so is no longer torrential, merely unpleasant, and the sun has risen properly now. The tavern is all but empty, excluding Hanna going about her duties. The rest of the day is yours.
Acquiring information from the conversation with Nyx around the table, Keith decides to take a stroll to the edge of town to browse the strange swampy wears of Winston for anything perculiar or of interest.. Keith being a thief by nature has a keen eye for a diamond in the rough and feels that is the place his beady eyes are best put to use right now.