The thoughts of The Shadow Grove shift through my mind as I walk before I'm bumped aside due to my small stature (3"9). "My apologies" I blurt out automatically. But I notice that the figure seems familiar it possibly the shifty man from the tavern?
The woman makes her way to the back. and starts using a knife to slap slabs of different meat onto a cloth. "It was my father's business before he died. I took over when he passed." She nods to the male. "My half-brother had to come down from Crul Astra to help me." She comes over with the cloth piles with meat. "Now, I personally recommend the Salmon, since it's so hard to get here in Jakorian, but it's also the most expensive, so be warned."
"If that is your recommendation, I will try it" - Hedrak nodded - "I do not know much about smoked goods, but I have a strong back and am used to hard labor - if you ever need assistance with the shop, and I am in town, let me know" - he adds, matter of fact.
HEDRAK The woman hands you some salmon. "That's appreciated. I may take you up on that as soon as things cool down. Coin is good so we... I would be able to pay you."
The firbolg seems taken aback by your stare but nods. A deep, dawn-out voice comes from deep in their chest. "That depends on what you need help with. What are you looking for?"
The dragonborn woman turns and nods. "Yeah, Slade and my father went back a ways. I doubt he came all the way down just to see me. Whatever he's down here for, it must be important because his bone's are probably more brittle than..." she pauses and looks at the door. "Well, you get the picture. That's a long travel for such an old man." She walks to where she placed the bucket of water and picks it up. "Anything else I can do for you two?"
Arlen smiles and gestures to his torn and filthy clothing. “Well as you can see I’m after some new garments, was wondering if you had any simple shirts with hoods, a pair of simple pants, and I’m also after a face mask that covers everything from below my eyes down, all in black if you have any”.
I shrug and move through the crowd my small stature allowing me to weave in and out of oncoming traffic. Looking around I spot a sign Tyr The Tinker. We gnomes pride ourselves on our tinkering ability so I strut over to investigate this "tinkerer". Moving across the plaza I see guards on their daily patrols making sure to avoid their direct gaze. No need for some confrontation here. I enter the shop and greet the individual I think is Tyr. "Mornin. Tyr I presume?"
The firbolg scans you with their eyes, leaning down a bit to get a closer look and letting the chain hanging from their ear scratch at the floor. They then smile and snap their fingers, and from their appropriate place a selection of black clothing starts to float toward you. A pile of black shirts and coats, both with hoods; trousers and boots ready for travel, and two facemasks, one wool and one silk. The human customer stares for a second before returning to their own browsing.
ZOOK - As you enter Tyr the Tinker's shop (a stone building that stands out from the others due to it's odd coloration and shape) you notice the room is cluttered with indescribable trinkets and tools. There is not a free space on the walls to be seen. Five long tables, each of varying material and size, showing off different items are settled around the room. At the nearest table, back turned to you, is a stout, bearded man who turns upon hearing your greeting, revealing a set of goggles strapped to his head. Though you've never had this issue before, you can't tell if this man is a gnome or a dwarf. His thick, greying beard twitches as he gives you a toothy green and rips off the goggles and tosses them onto the table with a bang! The other items bounce and some clatter to the floor, but he takes no notice.
"That I am, lad!" He chuckles heartily before marching his way over to you. "What be bringing ya to old Tyr, eh?"
You both notice Slade and his half-orc companion standing outside the entrance to the Jakorian Cordir, Slade tapping his cane impatiently on the ground as he talks to a guard in a ruby tabard that cover's her armor. She looks stoic and seems curt in her conversation with Slade.
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History: 18
Perception: 10
ZOOK -
As you walk the Jakorian roads you ponder at the familiar name of the Shadow Grove.
(Will send you the information through a message)
You are so deep in thought that a figure bumps into you in the passing surge of people.
"Sorry," the figure mumbles before moving on.
The thoughts of The Shadow Grove shift through my mind as I walk before I'm bumped aside due to my small stature (3"9). "My apologies" I blurt out automatically. But I notice that the figure seems familiar it possibly the shifty man from the tavern?
"If that is your recommendation, I will try it" - Hedrak nodded - "I do not know much about smoked goods, but I have a strong back and am used to hard labor - if you ever need assistance with the shop, and I am in town, let me know" - he adds, matter of fact.
After nodding back, Arlen approaches the Firbolg. “Hello, are you able to help me?”. He pulls off his hood, looking the Firbolg in the eyes.
Demon Vamp of the Abyss
ZOOK -
Look at the figure, they don't seem familiar, but you can't really get a good look as they are cloaked and and weaving in and out of the traffic.
HEDRAK
The woman hands you some salmon. "That's appreciated. I may take you up on that as soon as things cool down. Coin is good so we... I would be able to pay you."
ARLEN -
The firbolg seems taken aback by your stare but nods. A deep, dawn-out voice comes from deep in their chest. "That depends on what you need help with. What are you looking for?"
Dharrus makes appreciative noises as he munches on his snack. "Was that Aleister Slade? I'm surprised to see him here in this town."
DHARRUS -
The dragonborn woman turns and nods. "Yeah, Slade and my father went back a ways. I doubt he came all the way down just to see me. Whatever he's down here for, it must be important because his bone's are probably more brittle than..." she pauses and looks at the door. "Well, you get the picture. That's a long travel for such an old man."
She walks to where she placed the bucket of water and picks it up.
"Anything else I can do for you two?"
“Ah no, thanks. Great meat! You have a good day.”
Dharrus leaves and looks around to see if Aleister is within view.
Hedrak
"No, that is all - thank you for the salmon" - the half-orc takes the packaged fish, places it on his backpack, and takes his leave.
'What was the name of that tavern..? Rum something..?' - he ponders once outside, looking around.
DHARRUS AND HEDRAK -
(Make a Perception Check)
Arlen smiles and gestures to his torn and filthy clothing. “Well as you can see I’m after some new garments, was wondering if you had any simple shirts with hoods, a pair of simple pants, and I’m also after a face mask that covers everything from below my eyes down, all in black if you have any”.
Demon Vamp of the Abyss
I shrug and move through the crowd my small stature allowing me to weave in and out of oncoming traffic. Looking around I spot a sign Tyr The Tinker. We gnomes pride ourselves on our tinkering ability so I strut over to investigate this "tinkerer". Moving across the plaza I see guards on their daily patrols making sure to avoid their direct gaze. No need for some confrontation here. I enter the shop and greet the individual I think is Tyr. "Mornin. Tyr I presume?"
Perception: 11
Hedrak
Perception: 3
ARLEN -
The firbolg scans you with their eyes, leaning down a bit to get a closer look and letting the chain hanging from their ear scratch at the floor. They then smile and snap their fingers, and from their appropriate place a selection of black clothing starts to float toward you. A pile of black shirts and coats, both with hoods; trousers and boots ready for travel, and two facemasks, one wool and one silk. The human customer stares for a second before returning to their own browsing.
ZOOK -
As you enter Tyr the Tinker's shop (a stone building that stands out from the others due to it's odd coloration and shape) you notice the room is cluttered with indescribable trinkets and tools. There is not a free space on the walls to be seen. Five long tables, each of varying material and size, showing off different items are settled around the room. At the nearest table, back turned to you, is a stout, bearded man who turns upon hearing your greeting, revealing a set of goggles strapped to his head. Though you've never had this issue before, you can't tell if this man is a gnome or a dwarf. His thick, greying beard twitches as he gives you a toothy green and rips off the goggles and tosses them onto the table with a bang! The other items bounce and some clatter to the floor, but he takes no notice.
"That I am, lad!" He chuckles heartily before marching his way over to you. "What be bringing ya to old Tyr, eh?"
DHARRUS AND HEDRAK -
You both notice Slade and his half-orc companion standing outside the entrance to the Jakorian Cordir, Slade tapping his cane impatiently on the ground as he talks to a guard in a ruby tabard that cover's her armor. She looks stoic and seems curt in her conversation with Slade.