You find yourselves in the city of Neverwinter; in the cozy Driftwood Tavern. After spending the night in its finest dwellings, each of you comes downstairs and notices your patron and/or friend, the dwarf Gundren Rockseeker, sitting at one of the tables in the corner. He is excitedly scribbling down bits of information here and there in his journal while looking over several maps of the Neverwinter region. Next to him sits an old retired sellsword. You've met him the night before as he introduced himself as Sildar Hallwinter. He paid for your rooms and informed you of meeting Gundren in the morning.
Sidar waved each of you over to take a seat at the table.
Sildar: "Good morning, I trust each of you rested comfortably."
(Please give a description of your character as you make your way to a seat at the table. You can introduce your character's backstories in a moment.)
A tall, relatively slender dragonborn with a shock of white hair and cobalt blue eyes pulls out a chair and sits. Her fine gray scales pick up glints of silver from any sunlight that makes its way into the inn. She wears scale mail armor, a shield on her back, and a mace at her side. She greets Sildar and Gundren while trying to get the best look she can at the maps and perhaps even the journal. She then pulls out her own thin journal and quill, sets them on the table, straightens them, and looks around curiously at the other folks joining the table.
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DM: Into the Feywild Marva Stormaventendrian - Level 1 Dragonborn Cleric of the Tempest - Looking for a campaign
Ruanathistrides toward the table, offering Sildar and Gundren a nod of the head and a slight smile. Long brown hair hangs about the elf's copper-toned face, and his narrow eyes are a slightly brighter green than the faded cloak that covers his slight frame. His left wrist is wrapped with a band of leather, into which a number of polished animal bone fragments have been sewn. Beneath his cloak, he dons a well-worn set of leather armor. Two oblong wooden items protrude from the top of the pack he carries on his back: an ornately-carved hardwood club and a flute fashioned from pearwood.
"Peace to you, friends," replies Ruanathi. "I did sleep well. Thank you."
A young human woman slightly taller than 5 and a half feet approaches the table. She is clad in black, wearing black leather armor, leather pants, black boots and black finger-less gloves. She has a long black mask covering her neck and covering the lower half of her face. The black full-sleeved garb she wears under her armor also has a big hood, though she currently does not have it up. She has fair skin which is visible on her fingers and the upper part of her face as everything else is covered. She has black eyes and brown bob-cut hair. Strapped to her back is a short bow and a quiver of arrows. She has two daggers on one side of her belt and a rapier on the other side.
She returns Sildar's wave in a friendly manner and quickly walks over to the table, pulling a chair and sitting down. She greets Slidar, "Good morning! The accommodation was comfortable. Thanks."She has a bubbly and cheerful voice. She leans forward a bit in her chair and turns her head from side to side to look at the others at the table. She gives everyone a friendly wave.
A wistful tune of light humming interspersed with the odd soft vocal note carries down into the taproom, preceding Landrae into the room. The lithe young woman saunters down the stairs and she greets everyone with a merry smile and a quick bob of her head as she acknowledges them. The plume, a light blue to match her eyes, attached to one side of her slouch hat wafts with each bob of her head, though the hat stays perfectly seated on her coppery, tousled, shoulder-length hair. She wears a light brown shirt, made with a leather torso attached to cloth sleeves of a similar hue with orange and yellow dye adding a subtle sheen to the garment. A purple sash at her waist holds up black, leather breeches, cropped to finish at the top of her calf ahead of a well worn, but decorative pair of leather boots laced up the side, a dagger protruding from a sheath tucked into the righthand one. Tucked into her sash is a simple pan flute, simply lacquered with no embellishment, as a stark contrast to the rest of her outfit.
"A wonderful morning to you all." She says, pulling out a chair and sliding herself down into it before stretching her legs out and leaning back. Looking at the others fully attired in their adventuring regalia she adds, "I hadn't realised we were in danger in the tavern... I figured the pointy stuff could wait until after breakfast."
Bethany is a young human woman of Amazonian proportions. She has long brown hair, worn pinned up, and blue eyes. She wears chain mail and carries a longsword and a shield on her back. Her equipment is well-worn but in good repair.
To Landrae: "This is a business meeting, is it not? I thought it best to be dressed for what the business is about. Besides, one never knows how things can get in a tavern. I once saw a man kill someone because he didn't like how they ordered their eggs.
"There are business meetings, and meetings about business. I kinda hoped this was the latter of the two, with pancakes rather than bloodshed. Wouldn't be the first time I got it wrong."She gives Bethany a wink,"Probably not the last time either."
Landrae's eyes pass over the folks assembled around the table, seeming to take note of what each is about. She turns to their erstwhile employer, and asks "Any more coming? I wasn't quite sure what to expect from the job, and to be honest, thought it was maybe just one or two of us running your goods down to the town. Seems another of those mistaken expectations."
Marva shifts uncomfortably when Landrae questions the presence of armor and weapons, her eyes darting between her own equipment and taking in that of the others at the table. She nods at Bethany's response and adds, "I thought it best to be prepared."
Mio leans back a bit on her chair and says, "I mean... Ideally, we'd get through the whole job with no bloodshed but..." She gestures to her bow and arrows, "Mercenary jobs have this weird habit of going sideways when you least expect it so it helps to be armed." She sits up and announces to the table, "I'm Mio by the way. Nice to meet you all."
(Marva your interest in Gundren's notes reveals them to be written in Dwarvish which unfortunately you don't speak and a map of the Sword Coast.)
(Mio and Ruanathi as you take a seat at the table you get a quick glance at a decorative map case Gundren is keeping well hidden inside his surcoat.)
Sildar clears his throat to get Gundren's attention.
Gundren: "Hrm? Oh!, G'Morning to yah! I'll be finished in a moment. BAR LASS!!"
A petite young woman with freckles and brunette hair tied into a bun walks over.
Barmaid: "Wha can I getcha?"
Gundren: "Two plates of bacon, eggs, and spuds for me and Sildar here, and while-you're-at-it add a pitcher of ale for the table, pumpkin." he says with a wink and beardy grin.
The barmaid gives a playful smirk and rolls her eyes. "Uh-huh, and you lot?", she asks the party.
(After she takes your orders) "Got it. Be back in a jiffy, loves."
Gundren: "While we wait, why don't each of yah introduce yourselves and get to know one another! I'm sure each of ya has some interesting stories to tell." he says as he returns back to scribbling in his notes.
(Please introduce your characters and/or backstories if you wish.)
Mio says, "I'll have some noodles if you have any. If no, then butter and toast." Once the barmaid leaves, Mio introduces herself like she was requested, "So yeah, I'm Mio Shimura. I'm just a mercenary who will work for gold. I'm really good with a bow. I have a younger sister and a younger cousin back home. I want to buy some gifts for them if I have cash left over. Not much else interesting to say."
"Pancakes dearie, some chopped fruit and syrup on them if you can wrangle something like that up. Oh, and some juice for me." Landrae looks around as Mio starts the round of introduction.
"Well, that's simple and to the point Mio. Mayhap you'd be up for a little wager on your bow skills once we're on the road?"She pauses a moment for Mio's response before continuing on. "Landrae Soupe, that's me. You probably haven't heard of me yet, but I'm a fixing to change that. I plan to become a name known in every tavern for my tellings of heroic enterprise, stories of dragons, demons, and that underdog who you're always rooting for. Performed with panache and superlative musical accompaniment." Landrae drums her fingers quickly on her flute then carries on. "However, we all have to start somewhere, and though glorious it is not, guard duty on the road is at least something... And maybe one of you fine folks will turn out to be that protagonist I'm seeking."
“Bacon, eggs, potatoes, for me, please,” says Marva to the server. She turns to the assembled group, “My name is Marva Stormaventendrian. My parents were traders for Lord Darvent for many years. I was raised in his household, trained with weapons and educated to help attend his extensive library. Unfortunately, after his death there were many changes in the household. Now I seek new employment. I believe I can be helpful to Gundren here, although I am not likely to be the hero of any of your stories, Landrae.” Marva's story is told with an even seriousness, but she ends with a smile at Landrae.
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DM: Into the Feywild Marva Stormaventendrian - Level 1 Dragonborn Cleric of the Tempest - Looking for a campaign
Ruanathi submits his request for eggs and potatoes and then listens attentively to the others as they introduce themselves. When they conclude, the wood elf speaks, albeit a bit shyly. "Marva, Mio, Bethany, and Landrae: I am Ruanathi of the Neverwinter Wood. Good morning to you. Now and then I visit the towns and villages near the wood, and that has allowed me to become a trusted acquaintance of Gundren. Possibly I can be of some service in this venture."
Ruanathithen pours himself a mug of ale before adding, "Landrae, I am eager to hear your skill with the pan flute."
Motioning toward the traditional eight-hold flute in his pack, he says, "I am a student of the instrument, looking to learn more whenever possible."
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"That is music to my ears Ruanathi, then we shall most certainly need to serenade our journey with a duet, or several." Landrae beams enthusiastically at the opportunity to play, and raises her flute to her lips, playing a chirpish little ditty reminiscent of birds singing the dawn chorus that ends as suddenly as it started. "I'd play longer, but I hope our orders won't be that long in arriving."
Mio responds to the idea of a wager with, "I'd be happy to take a small wager once we're on the road. I'm confident in my bow skills. Besides, I need to buy a long bow soon. My old one broke and I haven't had a chance to get a new one."
Bethany's head jerks towards Mio when the term wager is mentioned, but she says nothing.
To the waitress, she asks, "Bacon and eggs only, if you please."
She speaks to the group. "I'm Bethany, ex-mercenary looking for more meaningful work. Don't really have a lot to say, I'm just the daughter of an innkeep trying to find my way. Keep winding up in inns and taverns though."
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Liarin: Against the Cult of the Reptile God Adewild: Shadows and Light 2 Brother Thaddeus: Rime of the Frostmaiden.
The barmaid returns with your meals and leaves to take orders from another table. After you finish eating, Gundren downs a mug of ale and speaks in a low hushed voice.
Gundren: "Right. Now down to business." as he stuffs his pack with his maps and his journal. "I need yah to go around and pick up the supplies I need in Phandalin from the stores here in Neverwinter. Now don't worry it's all been paid for, just tell'm Gundren sent yah."
He hands each of you a note with the name of the stores with the following items to acquire.
- Quest! - Gather the Supplies!
a dozen sacks of flour, from the Millhouse Bakery
several casks of salted pork, from the Bloody Butcher Shop
two kegs of strong ale, from the Brandie's Brewery
shovels, picks, and crowbars (about a dozen each), and five lanterns with a small barrel of oil (about fifty flasks in volume) from the Patti's General Store
Gundren: "Sildar and meself need to head out as soon as possible to meet me brothers in Phandalin. It should take yah most of the day to gather the supplies but don't worry. Yah have one more night stay at this fine establishment on me tab. Stable the ox and wagon, rest up and follow The High Road south tomorrow morning. The High Road is mostly a safe route, with it regularly patrolled by guardsmen."
Gundren then pulls out a copy of a map of the sword coast and hands it to the party.
Gundren: "Should take yah bout a three days journey to Phandalin. Once there, yah need to deliver the supplies to Barthen of Barthen's Provisions. He has your payment of 10g for each of yah. Ah! but don't worry.", he drops his voice to a whisper,"There's a lot more gold to be made once yah get those supplies delivered. If you lot are up for it?", he winks.
- Quest! - Deliver the Supplies to Barthen's Provisions in Phandalin. (Reward: 10g each)
Gundren looks around and cautions grimly: "A word of warning to yah. Be careful even on the city streets! Never know what's waiting for yah around the corner. Also, been hearing highwaymen and goblin sightings once-off The High Road. They say they have been targeting wagons and merchant folk." He lets out a laugh, "But, nothing a group of brave adventures can't handle!"
(With the two-ox-wagon you can travel the main road through the city to pick up the supplies but it can not travel down narrow alleyways to get to the stores. You will have to carry the supplies by hand to the wagon through the alleys. All the stores are roughly the same distance from one another.)
When the food arrives, Mio pulls up her dark hood, which is quite big and covers her head very well. She slouches forward and hunches over her food, letting the excess part of the big hood hang forward and puts her left hand up in front of her nose, obscuring her face to those at the table. She uses her remaining free hand to pull her mask down enough so that she can eat her breakfast.
Once she's finished eating, she pulls her mask back up and takes her hood down to listen to the job. She was getting a bit suspicious as to why they are being offered 10 GP per head for what should have been a simple job but then the mention of highwaymen and goblins came up and she mentally went, "Aaaaaand there's the catch." Still she didn't mind the job. It seemed fair enough to her. She says, "Right. So to recap, we need to load up the ox wagon with the stuff you paid for in the city and then head off next morning towards Phandalin. Got it."
Landrae (with a 24) the other patrons of the tavern turn their heads and listen to your short performance. "Beautifully played, my dear!" as a few patrons raise their mugs!
Landrae, as a bard gaining high praise for your trade, in a tavern, you gain Inspiration.
You find yourselves in the city of Neverwinter; in the cozy Driftwood Tavern. After spending the night in its finest dwellings, each of you comes downstairs and notices your patron and/or friend, the dwarf Gundren Rockseeker, sitting at one of the tables in the corner. He is excitedly scribbling down bits of information here and there in his journal while looking over several maps of the Neverwinter region. Next to him sits an old retired sellsword. You've met him the night before as he introduced himself as Sildar Hallwinter. He paid for your rooms and informed you of meeting Gundren in the morning.
Sidar waved each of you over to take a seat at the table.
Sildar: "Good morning, I trust each of you rested comfortably."
(Please give a description of your character as you make your way to a seat at the table. You can introduce your character's backstories in a moment.)
(I like to make Heroforges for fun)
Gundren Rockseeker: https://www.heroforge.com/load_config=16675742/
Sildar Hallwinter: https://www.heroforge.com/load_config=16676265/
A tall, relatively slender dragonborn with a shock of white hair and cobalt blue eyes pulls out a chair and sits. Her fine gray scales pick up glints of silver from any sunlight that makes its way into the inn. She wears scale mail armor, a shield on her back, and a mace at her side. She greets Sildar and Gundren while trying to get the best look she can at the maps and perhaps even the journal. She then pulls out her own thin journal and quill, sets them on the table, straightens them, and looks around curiously at the other folks joining the table.
DM: Into the Feywild
Marva Stormaventendrian - Level 1 Dragonborn Cleric of the Tempest - Looking for a campaign
Ruanathi strides toward the table, offering Sildar and Gundren a nod of the head and a slight smile. Long brown hair hangs about the elf's copper-toned face, and his narrow eyes are a slightly brighter green than the faded cloak that covers his slight frame. His left wrist is wrapped with a band of leather, into which a number of polished animal bone fragments have been sewn. Beneath his cloak, he dons a well-worn set of leather armor. Two oblong wooden items protrude from the top of the pack he carries on his back: an ornately-carved hardwood club and a flute fashioned from pearwood.
"Peace to you, friends," replies Ruanathi. "I did sleep well. Thank you."
A young human woman slightly taller than 5 and a half feet approaches the table. She is clad in black, wearing black leather armor, leather pants, black boots and black finger-less gloves. She has a long black mask covering her neck and covering the lower half of her face. The black full-sleeved garb she wears under her armor also has a big hood, though she currently does not have it up. She has fair skin which is visible on her fingers and the upper part of her face as everything else is covered. She has black eyes and brown bob-cut hair. Strapped to her back is a short bow and a quiver of arrows. She has two daggers on one side of her belt and a rapier on the other side.
She returns Sildar's wave in a friendly manner and quickly walks over to the table, pulling a chair and sitting down. She greets Slidar, "Good morning! The accommodation was comfortable. Thanks." She has a bubbly and cheerful voice. She leans forward a bit in her chair and turns her head from side to side to look at the others at the table. She gives everyone a friendly wave.
Never seen Hero Forge before, so had a go for Landrae... https://www.heroforge.com/load_config=19719283/
A wistful tune of light humming interspersed with the odd soft vocal note carries down into the taproom, preceding Landrae into the room. The lithe young woman saunters down the stairs and she greets everyone with a merry smile and a quick bob of her head as she acknowledges them. The plume, a light blue to match her eyes, attached to one side of her slouch hat wafts with each bob of her head, though the hat stays perfectly seated on her coppery, tousled, shoulder-length hair. She wears a light brown shirt, made with a leather torso attached to cloth sleeves of a similar hue with orange and yellow dye adding a subtle sheen to the garment. A purple sash at her waist holds up black, leather breeches, cropped to finish at the top of her calf ahead of a well worn, but decorative pair of leather boots laced up the side, a dagger protruding from a sheath tucked into the righthand one. Tucked into her sash is a simple pan flute, simply lacquered with no embellishment, as a stark contrast to the rest of her outfit.
"A wonderful morning to you all." She says, pulling out a chair and sliding herself down into it before stretching her legs out and leaning back. Looking at the others fully attired in their adventuring regalia she adds, "I hadn't realised we were in danger in the tavern... I figured the pointy stuff could wait until after breakfast."
Bring out your inner chatacter class...
Bethany is a young human woman of Amazonian proportions. She has long brown hair, worn pinned up, and blue eyes. She wears chain mail and carries a longsword and a shield on her back. Her equipment is well-worn but in good repair.
To Landrae: "This is a business meeting, is it not? I thought it best to be dressed for what the business is about. Besides, one never knows how things can get in a tavern. I once saw a man kill someone because he didn't like how they ordered their eggs.
Heroforge Link: (I've played a version of her before so had it ready) https://www.heroforge.com/load_config=841986/
Liarin: Against the Cult of the Reptile God
Adewild: Shadows and Light 2
Brother Thaddeus: Rime of the Frostmaiden.
"There are business meetings, and meetings about business. I kinda hoped this was the latter of the two, with pancakes rather than bloodshed. Wouldn't be the first time I got it wrong." She gives Bethany a wink, "Probably not the last time either."
Landrae's eyes pass over the folks assembled around the table, seeming to take note of what each is about. She turns to their erstwhile employer, and asks "Any more coming? I wasn't quite sure what to expect from the job, and to be honest, thought it was maybe just one or two of us running your goods down to the town. Seems another of those mistaken expectations."
Bring out your inner chatacter class...
Marva shifts uncomfortably when Landrae questions the presence of armor and weapons, her eyes darting between her own equipment and taking in that of the others at the table. She nods at Bethany's response and adds, "I thought it best to be prepared."
My first HeroForge attempt: https://www.heroforge.com/load_config%3D19726192/
DM: Into the Feywild
Marva Stormaventendrian - Level 1 Dragonborn Cleric of the Tempest - Looking for a campaign
Mio leans back a bit on her chair and says, "I mean... Ideally, we'd get through the whole job with no bloodshed but..." She gestures to her bow and arrows, "Mercenary jobs have this weird habit of going sideways when you least expect it so it helps to be armed." She sits up and announces to the table, "I'm Mio by the way. Nice to meet you all."
(Marva your interest in Gundren's notes reveals them to be written in Dwarvish which unfortunately you don't speak and a map of the Sword Coast.)
(Mio and Ruanathi as you take a seat at the table you get a quick glance at a decorative map case Gundren is keeping well hidden inside his surcoat.)
Sildar clears his throat to get Gundren's attention.
Gundren: "Hrm? Oh!, G'Morning to yah! I'll be finished in a moment. BAR LASS!!"
A petite young woman with freckles and brunette hair tied into a bun walks over.
Barmaid: "Wha can I getcha?"
Gundren: "Two plates of bacon, eggs, and spuds for me and Sildar here, and while-you're-at-it add a pitcher of ale for the table, pumpkin." he says with a wink and beardy grin.
The barmaid gives a playful smirk and rolls her eyes. "Uh-huh, and you lot?", she asks the party.
(After she takes your orders) "Got it. Be back in a jiffy, loves."
Gundren: "While we wait, why don't each of yah introduce yourselves and get to know one another! I'm sure each of ya has some interesting stories to tell." he says as he returns back to scribbling in his notes.
(Please introduce your characters and/or backstories if you wish.)
Mio says, "I'll have some noodles if you have any. If no, then butter and toast." Once the barmaid leaves, Mio introduces herself like she was requested, "So yeah, I'm Mio Shimura. I'm just a mercenary who will work for gold. I'm really good with a bow. I have a younger sister and a younger cousin back home. I want to buy some gifts for them if I have cash left over. Not much else interesting to say."
"Pancakes dearie, some chopped fruit and syrup on them if you can wrangle something like that up. Oh, and some juice for me." Landrae looks around as Mio starts the round of introduction.
"Well, that's simple and to the point Mio. Mayhap you'd be up for a little wager on your bow skills once we're on the road?" She pauses a moment for Mio's response before continuing on. "Landrae Soupe, that's me. You probably haven't heard of me yet, but I'm a fixing to change that. I plan to become a name known in every tavern for my tellings of heroic enterprise, stories of dragons, demons, and that underdog who you're always rooting for. Performed with panache and superlative musical accompaniment." Landrae drums her fingers quickly on her flute then carries on. "However, we all have to start somewhere, and though glorious it is not, guard duty on the road is at least something... And maybe one of you fine folks will turn out to be that protagonist I'm seeking."
Bring out your inner chatacter class...
“Bacon, eggs, potatoes, for me, please,” says Marva to the server. She turns to the assembled group, “My name is Marva Stormaventendrian. My parents were traders for Lord Darvent for many years. I was raised in his household, trained with weapons and educated to help attend his extensive library. Unfortunately, after his death there were many changes in the household. Now I seek new employment. I believe I can be helpful to Gundren here, although I am not likely to be the hero of any of your stories, Landrae.” Marva's story is told with an even seriousness, but she ends with a smile at Landrae.
DM: Into the Feywild
Marva Stormaventendrian - Level 1 Dragonborn Cleric of the Tempest - Looking for a campaign
Ruanathi submits his request for eggs and potatoes and then listens attentively to the others as they introduce themselves. When they conclude, the wood elf speaks, albeit a bit shyly. "Marva, Mio, Bethany, and Landrae: I am Ruanathi of the Neverwinter Wood. Good morning to you. Now and then I visit the towns and villages near the wood, and that has allowed me to become a trusted acquaintance of Gundren. Possibly I can be of some service in this venture."
Ruanathi then pours himself a mug of ale before adding, "Landrae, I am eager to hear your skill with the pan flute."
Motioning toward the traditional eight-hold flute in his pack, he says, "I am a student of the instrument, looking to learn more whenever possible."
"That is music to my ears Ruanathi, then we shall most certainly need to serenade our journey with a duet, or several." Landrae beams enthusiastically at the opportunity to play, and raises her flute to her lips, playing a chirpish little ditty reminiscent of birds singing the dawn chorus that ends as suddenly as it started. "I'd play longer, but I hope our orders won't be that long in arriving."
Performance: 23
Bring out your inner chatacter class...
Mio responds to the idea of a wager with, "I'd be happy to take a small wager once we're on the road. I'm confident in my bow skills. Besides, I need to buy a long bow soon. My old one broke and I haven't had a chance to get a new one."
Bethany's head jerks towards Mio when the term wager is mentioned, but she says nothing.
To the waitress, she asks, "Bacon and eggs only, if you please."
She speaks to the group. "I'm Bethany, ex-mercenary looking for more meaningful work. Don't really have a lot to say, I'm just the daughter of an innkeep trying to find my way. Keep winding up in inns and taverns though."
Liarin: Against the Cult of the Reptile God
Adewild: Shadows and Light 2
Brother Thaddeus: Rime of the Frostmaiden.
The barmaid returns with your meals and leaves to take orders from another table. After you finish eating, Gundren downs a mug of ale and speaks in a low hushed voice.
Gundren: "Right. Now down to business." as he stuffs his pack with his maps and his journal. "I need yah to go around and pick up the supplies I need in Phandalin from the stores here in Neverwinter. Now don't worry it's all been paid for, just tell'm Gundren sent yah."
He hands each of you a note with the name of the stores with the following items to acquire.
- Quest! - Gather the Supplies!
Gundren: "Sildar and meself need to head out as soon as possible to meet me brothers in Phandalin. It should take yah most of the day to gather the supplies but don't worry. Yah have one more night stay at this fine establishment on me tab. Stable the ox and wagon, rest up and follow The High Road south tomorrow morning. The High Road is mostly a safe route, with it regularly patrolled by guardsmen."
Gundren then pulls out a copy of a map of the sword coast and hands it to the party.
Gundren: "Should take yah bout a three days journey to Phandalin. Once there, yah need to deliver the supplies to Barthen of Barthen's Provisions. He has your payment of 10g for each of yah. Ah! but don't worry.", he drops his voice to a whisper, "There's a lot more gold to be made once yah get those supplies delivered. If you lot are up for it?", he winks.
- Quest! - Deliver the Supplies to Barthen's Provisions in Phandalin. (Reward: 10g each)
Gundren looks around and cautions grimly: "A word of warning to yah. Be careful even on the city streets! Never know what's waiting for yah around the corner. Also, been hearing highwaymen and goblin sightings once-off The High Road. They say they have been targeting wagons and merchant folk." He lets out a laugh, "But, nothing a group of brave adventures can't handle!"
(With the two-ox-wagon you can travel the main road through the city to pick up the supplies but it can not travel down narrow alleyways to get to the stores. You will have to carry the supplies by hand to the wagon through the alleys. All the stores are roughly the same distance from one another.)
When the food arrives, Mio pulls up her dark hood, which is quite big and covers her head very well. She slouches forward and hunches over her food, letting the excess part of the big hood hang forward and puts her left hand up in front of her nose, obscuring her face to those at the table. She uses her remaining free hand to pull her mask down enough so that she can eat her breakfast.
Once she's finished eating, she pulls her mask back up and takes her hood down to listen to the job. She was getting a bit suspicious as to why they are being offered 10 GP per head for what should have been a simple job but then the mention of highwaymen and goblins came up and she mentally went, "Aaaaaand there's the catch." Still she didn't mind the job. It seemed fair enough to her. She says, "Right. So to recap, we need to load up the ox wagon with the stuff you paid for in the city and then head off next morning towards Phandalin. Got it."
Landrae (with a 24) the other patrons of the tavern turn their heads and listen to your short performance. "Beautifully played, my dear!" as a few patrons raise their mugs!
Landrae, as a bard gaining high praise for your trade, in a tavern, you gain Inspiration.