Waylin follows Brin's lead, occasionally glancing down when passing by a guard. His steps crunching through the snow and ice, occasionally kicking a loose bit of gravel forward. He coughs softly before looking back, "So, everyone has a story. Gonly, what is yours? I take it you're either a druid or a wizard." His voice raspy, a mist of condensation billowing upwards with each sentence.
Gonly answers Waylin, "Ah I wish I were so useful. I'm a druid, yes, but a novice in the mystical aspects." He thinks it over for a moment, "I'm pretty good at making medicine from herbs though. I treated poisonings for almost twenty years." He finished evenly.
Enthusiasm reentered his voice when he asked, "and yourself? You seem sure enough to be a knight, perhaps a solider?"
Waylin glanced over his shoulder towards Gonly, "I've been a lot of things to a lot of people. Right now? I'm someone short on coin, but a year or so ago? I was in an apprenticeship to a wizard. Fortune is a fickle thing, and all it takes is one misstep to come toppling down." He shivered slightly, his head returning forward.
Fahana, before you walk out the door, Hlin replies to your question and says, “Just follow the river banks north. It’s just before the river connects to the lake.”
As the four of you head outside, you all see a five-hundred foot wide river running along the outskirts of the town. To your left is an alleyway that leads to the town center. The biting cold is in full effect now as there are no more walls to slightly alleviate its effects on your body.
The four of you move on ahead and after a minute of walking you all see two wooden platforms jutting out on to the frozen surface of the river, presumably the docks. You see a short figure, about Brin’s height, pacing back and forth as if they’re waiting for something or someone. You also see two rowboats sitting atop the ice tied to the docks.
"Oy ye there!" Brin calls out to the figure. "Ye be knowing where we be finding Torrga now adays?" He stomps up to the figure, his own furlined boots leaving deep prints in the snow. His breath fogs the air in front of him as he calls out and moves towards the figure.
The figure completely ignores Brin’s inquiry and yells out, “Hey ye damned ingrates! Been waitin’ here for an hour. Move yer asses on over here!” You see him raise an arm, beckoning you all to come over.
"Ye been waiting an hour fer us to be coming to ask ye about Torrga?" Brin asks, a bit confused as he stomps over to the figure. "No sure how ye be knowing we be coming, but not going to be worrying about it much. So, as ye were waiting fer us, I be expecting you be knowing where Torrga be then..."
Brin, as you get closer, you recognize that the figure is a dwarf like yourself. He is much stouter though and has a thick black beard ladened with bits of frost. He is also wearing thick furs, similar to what you’ve seen on the inhabitants of the town. “Torrga? The hells ye talkin’ bout’? Have ye completely lost yer mind? The four of ye are here to catch some trout for me. The boats be prepared and ye got time before it’s completely dark! Be rememberin’ it’s five copper pieces per trout so I be goin’ for a big haul if I were ye!”
"What are ye talking about?" Brin shoots back. "We no be here fer no fishing trip. We be looking for Torrga, no some boats." He frowns though. "How much ye be saying it be worth to ye fer us to be doing some fishing?"
Brin, the dwarf replies, "I no be talkin' bout no damned Torrga that be fer sure." He starts to grumble in Dwarvish despite knowing that you're a dwarf as well, "
Me luck I hire a dwarf like meself and they be deaf
." He switches back to Common "Like I said yesterday and today, ye be gettin' five coppers per trout." He says impatiently.
Brin frowns at the other dwarf, then glances to his companions. "Me be thinking we could be using some coin." He says to the group. "If we be doing some fishing, we be getting paid for it at least." he then glances back to the dwarf. "I was wondering, good dwarf, if ye happen to know where Torga have gotten off to these days? Just wondering as I might need to be spendign some coin after the fishing, so would like to be knowing where they be gotten to..."
Waylin smirks softly under his hood, "Say, one copper er fish? ell what are they bitin?" He looks to Gonly, "Ear that cousin, we could make quiet a bit to spend at em merchants." His voice raspy, echoing across the open space.
Gonly perks up, "Having more coin is never a bad thing, thats for certain." Mulling over the dwarf not knowing Torrga, he decides to ask, "Is the fishing any good around Caer Dineval or Caer Konig?I've heard alot of rumors lately, just trying to get a sense of what's good and what's off."
Brin, the dwarf shakes his head. “I no be hearin’ bout Torg’s or Torrga herself.” He answers simply.
As the four of you stand by the docks you notice the two rowboats tied to the docks, Battered Ram and Pronged Goat. The latter has a chunk missing out of the gunwale, but otherwise looks serviceable.
Waylin smirks softly under his hood, "Say, one copper er fish? ell what are they bitin?" He looks to Gonly, "Ear that cousin, we could make quiet a bit to spend at em merchants." His voice raspy, echoing across the open space.
Fahana leans in towards Waylin and quietly says "I think he said five copper per trout..." She blows into her gloves in an attempt to warm her hands a bit "I, for one, am not a fisherman.... never have been, I know nothing of this. Are we really considering this? Who needs these fews coins of copper, we need to find Torg's Caravan." She shakes her head a bit and mumbles "I can't believe we are actually considering this..."
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"Oh five cooper a fish, tis even betta than one copper." Waylin exclaims jubliantly before whispering softly to Fahana, "We're trying to butter up this guy, maybe make him more open to giving us some information since he seems hell bound in not talking." Waylin smirks, a hint of mischief in his eyes.
Gonly squinted his eyes a little, pondering his next words carefully, "I agree with Fahana. I do not think the Caravan can wait-" He saw Waylin whisper something to Fahana and changed his comment, "-very long."
He looked to the Battered Ram, and with a raised eyebrow asked, "How much time till dark do we have?"
"Docks be towards the water be thinking." Brin says once outside. He turns in that direction and starts trudging his way through the snow and wind.
Waylin follows Brin's lead, occasionally glancing down when passing by a guard. His steps crunching through the snow and ice, occasionally kicking a loose bit of gravel forward. He coughs softly before looking back, "So, everyone has a story. Gonly, what is yours? I take it you're either a druid or a wizard." His voice raspy, a mist of condensation billowing upwards with each sentence.
Gonly answers Waylin, "Ah I wish I were so useful. I'm a druid, yes, but a novice in the mystical aspects." He thinks it over for a moment, "I'm pretty good at making medicine from herbs though. I treated poisonings for almost twenty years." He finished evenly.
Enthusiasm reentered his voice when he asked, "and yourself? You seem sure enough to be a knight, perhaps a solider?"
Waylin glanced over his shoulder towards Gonly, "I've been a lot of things to a lot of people. Right now? I'm someone short on coin, but a year or so ago? I was in an apprenticeship to a wizard. Fortune is a fickle thing, and all it takes is one misstep to come toppling down." He shivered slightly, his head returning forward.
Fahana, before you walk out the door, Hlin replies to your question and says, “Just follow the river banks north. It’s just before the river connects to the lake.”
As the four of you head outside, you all see a five-hundred foot wide river running along the outskirts of the town. To your left is an alleyway that leads to the town center. The biting cold is in full effect now as there are no more walls to slightly alleviate its effects on your body.
Fahana starts trekking through the snow, crunching along as she goes, following the river north as instructed... looking for any sign of the docks.
D&D 5E BEYOND: Ada - Sorceress / Isa - Sorceress / Naris - Oathbreaker Paladin
CYBERPUNK RED DISCORD: Isa - Solo 5 / Angel - Solo 5 / Faun - Tech 5 / Raja - Nomad 5
PATHFINDER 2e DISCORD: Crystal - Sorceress
The four of you move on ahead and after a minute of walking you all see two wooden platforms jutting out on to the frozen surface of the river, presumably the docks. You see a short figure, about Brin’s height, pacing back and forth as if they’re waiting for something or someone. You also see two rowboats sitting atop the ice tied to the docks.
"Oy ye there!" Brin calls out to the figure. "Ye be knowing where we be finding Torrga now adays?" He stomps up to the figure, his own furlined boots leaving deep prints in the snow. His breath fogs the air in front of him as he calls out and moves towards the figure.
The figure completely ignores Brin’s inquiry and yells out, “Hey ye damned ingrates! Been waitin’ here for an hour. Move yer asses on over here!” You see him raise an arm, beckoning you all to come over.
"Ye been waiting an hour fer us to be coming to ask ye about Torrga?" Brin asks, a bit confused as he stomps over to the figure. "No sure how ye be knowing we be coming, but not going to be worrying about it much. So, as ye were waiting fer us, I be expecting you be knowing where Torrga be then..."
Brin, as you get closer, you recognize that the figure is a dwarf like yourself. He is much stouter though and has a thick black beard ladened with bits of frost. He is also wearing thick furs, similar to what you’ve seen on the inhabitants of the town. “Torrga? The hells ye talkin’ bout’? Have ye completely lost yer mind? The four of ye are here to catch some trout for me. The boats be prepared and ye got time before it’s completely dark! Be rememberin’ it’s five copper pieces per trout so I be goin’ for a big haul if I were ye!”
"What are ye talking about?" Brin shoots back. "We no be here fer no fishing trip. We be looking for Torrga, no some boats." He frowns though. "How much ye be saying it be worth to ye fer us to be doing some fishing?"
Brin, the dwarf replies, "I no be talkin' bout no damned Torrga that be fer sure." He starts to grumble in Dwarvish despite knowing that you're a dwarf as well, "
Me luck I hire a dwarf like meself and they be deaf
." He switches back to Common "Like I said yesterday and today, ye be gettin' five coppers per trout." He says impatiently.
Brin frowns at the other dwarf, then glances to his companions. "Me be thinking we could be using some coin." He says to the group. "If we be doing some fishing, we be getting paid for it at least." he then glances back to the dwarf. "I was wondering, good dwarf, if ye happen to know where Torga have gotten off to these days? Just wondering as I might need to be spendign some coin after the fishing, so would like to be knowing where they be gotten to..."
Waylin smirks softly under his hood, "Say, one copper er fish? ell what are they bitin?" He looks to Gonly, "Ear that cousin, we could make quiet a bit to spend at em merchants." His voice raspy, echoing across the open space.
Gonly perks up, "Having more coin is never a bad thing, thats for certain." Mulling over the dwarf not knowing Torrga, he decides to ask, "Is the fishing any good around Caer Dineval or Caer Konig? I've heard alot of rumors lately, just trying to get a sense of what's good and what's off."
Brin, the dwarf shakes his head. “I no be hearin’ bout Torg’s or Torrga herself.” He answers simply.
As the four of you stand by the docks you notice the two rowboats tied to the docks, Battered Ram and Pronged Goat. The latter has a chunk missing out of the gunwale, but otherwise looks serviceable.
Waylin smirks softly under his hood, "Say, one copper er fish? ell what are they bitin?" He looks to Gonly, "Ear that cousin, we could make quiet a bit to spend at em merchants." His voice raspy, echoing across the open space.
Fahana leans in towards Waylin and quietly says "I think he said five copper per trout..." She blows into her gloves in an attempt to warm her hands a bit "I, for one, am not a fisherman.... never have been, I know nothing of this. Are we really considering this? Who needs these fews coins of copper, we need to find Torg's Caravan." She shakes her head a bit and mumbles "I can't believe we are actually considering this..."
D&D 5E BEYOND: Ada - Sorceress / Isa - Sorceress / Naris - Oathbreaker Paladin
CYBERPUNK RED DISCORD: Isa - Solo 5 / Angel - Solo 5 / Faun - Tech 5 / Raja - Nomad 5
PATHFINDER 2e DISCORD: Crystal - Sorceress
"Oh five cooper a fish, tis even betta than one copper." Waylin exclaims jubliantly before whispering softly to Fahana, "We're trying to butter up this guy, maybe make him more open to giving us some information since he seems hell bound in not talking." Waylin smirks, a hint of mischief in his eyes.
Gonly squinted his eyes a little, pondering his next words carefully, "I agree with Fahana. I do not think the Caravan can wait-" He saw Waylin whisper something to Fahana and changed his comment, "-very long."
He looked to the Battered Ram, and with a raised eyebrow asked, "How much time till dark do we have?"