Landrae rises from her seat and curtseys with a flourish of her hat to her adoring fans, before sitting back down to the table and devouring her pancakes in what is more closely akin to a frenzied shark attacking its kill, than a lady easting her breakfast.
"Sounds about the sum of it Mio." Turning back to Gundren, Landae clarifies, "So, each of these shops is expecting some random folk to turn up and ask for your stuff, Gundren? No letters of mark required? And they have the exact quantities of each item on their bill of sale, so we don't need to haggle for you or any such... Just go to the store, tell the shopkeep, and then load the goods?" To the wider group she asks "Any former teamsters hiding amongst you folk?"
Turning back to Gundren, Landae clarifies, "So, each of these shops is expecting some random folk to turn up and ask for your stuff, Gundren? No letters of mark required? And they have the exact quantities of each item on their bill of sale, so we don't need to haggle for you or any such... Just go to the store, tell the shopkeep, and then load the goods?"
Gundren: "The notes I gave yah has my signature, there.", he points at the bottom of the shopping list notes. "They should give yah a receipt for the purchases. Shouldn't be any problems with that. I personally met with the shop-keeps; they're good folk and they should be expecting yah."
Ruanathi offers Landrae a nod and a smile to show his appreciation for her little performance.
After finishing his morning meal, Ruanathi pours himself another serving of ale and remarks, "You've thought of everything, Gundren. May your attention to detail bode well for us in the days ahead."
The wood elf then looks to his new acquaintances and says, "I am ready when you are, but I do hope one of you can drive the cart."
Marva’s eyes shine with delight at Landrae’s short performance. “It is good to know that we will have skilled entertainment on this journey!”
Once Gundren has given them the shopping list, Marva says, “I’m familiar with most of these establishments. We shouldn’t have any trouble gathering the supplies. I mean, keep one hand on your pouch or purse, but otherwise... I think the Brewery is the closest, if we want to start there.” She pulls out a handkerchief for her lap and eats quietly, looking around at the others now and then, taking in her new companions. When others announce they are ready to go, she stands as well, eager to get started.
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DM: Into the Feywild Marva Stormaventendrian - Level 1 Dragonborn Cleric of the Tempest - Looking for a campaign
Gundren and Sildar, after finishing their breakfast, gathered their packs and made their way to the exit. Once outside they head toward two riding horses tethered in front of the tavern.
Sildar: "Well, my friends it's time for us to head out.", he and Gundren mount their horses, "Stay vigilant and safe travels."
Gundren: "Farewell! We'll meet again in Phandalin in four days' time!", he shouts while waving goodbye to the party. As they turn to leave Gundren inhales deep through his nose. "Smell, that Sildar? Smells like Profit! HAHA!!"
The party watches Sildar and Gundren leave through the city gates toward Phandalin.
You find yourselves in the city streets of Neverwinter. It is a bright early morning as the sun starts to cast off the morning fog. A few stores are beginning to open as the civilians begin a new day of their lives in the large city. As you pick up the wagon from the stables one of the oxen bellows, ready to begin its journey.
(Which store would you like to go to first and who is first-to-last in marching order?)
Having grown up in Neverwinter, Marva would be willing to take the lead to the Brewery. But she would be ready to make way for someone else if they express an opinion. She doesn't assume that she is the only one with knowledge of the city.
(Could we all ride in/on the wagon? Or will some of us have to walk? Marva would either walk to lead the way or join Bethany on the front seat.)
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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
Landrae waves the pair off and turns to the others as she breathes the air deeply, "Gundren must have been upwind of his horse because that particular scent is only profitable for farmers."
"I guess I had best tend to my attire, give me a jiffy and I'll grab my sword and armor, I can put it on in the cart whilst we head to our first stop. I say we get the heavy goods out the way first. Kegs of ale, tools, flour, then meat. Anyone know where they all are? I can ask for directions from the staff inside if needs be?" Landrae looks at her new companions cheerily.
(Unless there is any major discussion, Landrae will go get the gear mentioned and directions ready to depart.)
(Navigating will be easy with the wagon along the main road of the city. However, the shops you need to go to have alleys that the wagon won't fit in. Leaving the wagon on the main road will be safe because guards regularly patrol the streets. The marching order is for when the party dismounts the wagon to visit the shops. If someone wants to stay with the wagon they can, but it is not necessary.)
Mio says, "Seeing as how everything is the same distance from the tavern, getting heavier stuff first seems like a good idea. I call dibs on riding with the cargo."
As the party dismounts the wagon in front of the ally leading to the brewery, the city streets begin to fill with street vendors and stalls. Hagglers begin calling out their goods to the city folk making their way to and from the main road. There are a group of children are playing with weapons made from scraps of wood on the road in some imaginary battle while their mothers gossip from the side of the street. The shouts of sellers and the laughter of children fade as you enter the alley.
As the party makes its way through the alley you are taken by surprise by a ghastly sound.
"CAAWW-CAAWW-CAAWW!!!", screams a flock of ravens watching from the rooftops, ledges, and clotheslines; causes the hairs on the back of your neck to stand up.
The party passes under their watchful eyes as Marva pushes open the front door to the brewery. "Welcome!", calls a cheerful voice from a halfing standing on a stool from behind the counter. She has wheat blonde hair tied into pigtails, wearing a brown apron. She gives each of you a warm smile and asks cheerfully, "I'm Brandy, can I help you with something?"
Landrae follows Marva into the shop, and titters as Brandy introduces herself, "I am so sorry, it just tickled my funny bone that someone named Brandy works at the brewery. I'll bet you get that all the time don't you? I'm Landrae." She extends her hand to the girl with an apologetic smile. "As my lovely companion said, we're collecting a pre paid order for Gundren. I don't suppose you have a couple of strapping lads back there that can help us load them onto our cart? We had to leave it on the main street."
Marva glances at Landrae's introduction and says, "Oh, I'm Marva, by the way. I didn't think...sorry." She nods her head in greeting. Then smiling at Landrae, she adds, "And really, strapping, young lads or lasses would do the trick. You know. If you have any handy." And she begins to snicker a little before gaining self control again.
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DM: Into the Feywild Marva Stormaventendrian - Level 1 Dragonborn Cleric of the Tempest - Looking for a campaign
Mio was the last to enter. She raised her hand above her head so she gets more noticeable from the back and greets, "Nice to meet you Ms. Brandy. Name's Mio."
Landrae rises from her seat and curtseys with a flourish of her hat to her adoring fans, before sitting back down to the table and devouring her pancakes in what is more closely akin to a frenzied shark attacking its kill, than a lady easting her breakfast.
"Sounds about the sum of it Mio." Turning back to Gundren, Landae clarifies, "So, each of these shops is expecting some random folk to turn up and ask for your stuff, Gundren? No letters of mark required? And they have the exact quantities of each item on their bill of sale, so we don't need to haggle for you or any such... Just go to the store, tell the shopkeep, and then load the goods?" To the wider group she asks "Any former teamsters hiding amongst you folk?"
Bring out your inner chatacter class...
Gundren: "The notes I gave yah has my signature, there.", he points at the bottom of the shopping list notes. "They should give yah a receipt for the purchases. Shouldn't be any problems with that. I personally met with the shop-keeps; they're good folk and they should be expecting yah."
Ruanathi offers Landrae a nod and a smile to show his appreciation for her little performance.
After finishing his morning meal, Ruanathi pours himself another serving of ale and remarks, "You've thought of everything, Gundren. May your attention to detail bode well for us in the days ahead."
The wood elf then looks to his new acquaintances and says, "I am ready when you are, but I do hope one of you can drive the cart."
"I can deal with the oxen and cart", says Bethany.
Liarin: Against the Cult of the Reptile God
Adewild: Shadows and Light 2
Brother Thaddeus: Rime of the Frostmaiden.
"Outstanding, shall we be away then? The sooner we are done, the more of the day we have to spare!"
Bring out your inner chatacter class...
"Sounds like a plan. The faster we get things done, the less we have to worry about things going wrong."
Marva’s eyes shine with delight at Landrae’s short performance. “It is good to know that we will have skilled entertainment on this journey!”
Once Gundren has given them the shopping list, Marva says, “I’m familiar with most of these establishments. We shouldn’t have any trouble gathering the supplies. I mean, keep one hand on your pouch or purse, but otherwise... I think the Brewery is the closest, if we want to start there.” She pulls out a handkerchief for her lap and eats quietly, looking around at the others now and then, taking in her new companions. When others announce they are ready to go, she stands as well, eager to get started.
DM: Into the Feywild
Marva Stormaventendrian - Level 1 Dragonborn Cleric of the Tempest - Looking for a campaign
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Gundren and Sildar, after finishing their breakfast, gathered their packs and made their way to the exit. Once outside they head toward two riding horses tethered in front of the tavern.
Sildar: "Well, my friends it's time for us to head out.", he and Gundren mount their horses, "Stay vigilant and safe travels."
Gundren: "Farewell! We'll meet again in Phandalin in four days' time!", he shouts while waving goodbye to the party. As they turn to leave Gundren inhales deep through his nose. "Smell, that Sildar? Smells like Profit! HAHA!!"
The party watches Sildar and Gundren leave through the city gates toward Phandalin.
You find yourselves in the city streets of Neverwinter. It is a bright early morning as the sun starts to cast off the morning fog. A few stores are beginning to open as the civilians begin a new day of their lives in the large city. As you pick up the wagon from the stables one of the oxen bellows, ready to begin its journey.
(Which store would you like to go to first and who is first-to-last in marching order?)
Having grown up in Neverwinter, Marva would be willing to take the lead to the Brewery. But she would be ready to make way for someone else if they express an opinion. She doesn't assume that she is the only one with knowledge of the city.
(Could we all ride in/on the wagon? Or will some of us have to walk? Marva would either walk to lead the way or join Bethany on the front seat.)
DM: Into the Feywild
Marva Stormaventendrian - Level 1 Dragonborn Cleric of the Tempest - Looking for a campaign
Landrae waves the pair off and turns to the others as she breathes the air deeply, "Gundren must have been upwind of his horse because that particular scent is only profitable for farmers."
"I guess I had best tend to my attire, give me a jiffy and I'll grab my sword and armor, I can put it on in the cart whilst we head to our first stop. I say we get the heavy goods out the way first. Kegs of ale, tools, flour, then meat. Anyone know where they all are? I can ask for directions from the staff inside if needs be?" Landrae looks at her new companions cheerily.
(Unless there is any major discussion, Landrae will go get the gear mentioned and directions ready to depart.)
Bring out your inner chatacter class...
(Navigating will be easy with the wagon along the main road of the city. However, the shops you need to go to have alleys that the wagon won't fit in. Leaving the wagon on the main road will be safe because guards regularly patrol the streets. The marching order is for when the party dismounts the wagon to visit the shops. If someone wants to stay with the wagon they can, but it is not necessary.)
Currently, the wagon's cargo is empty. It has a bench seat for two people and the cargo space has room for the party to sit if they wish.
Mio says, "Seeing as how everything is the same distance from the tavern, getting heavier stuff first seems like a good idea. I call dibs on riding with the cargo."
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As the party dismounts the wagon in front of the ally leading to the brewery, the city streets begin to fill with street vendors and stalls. Hagglers begin calling out their goods to the city folk making their way to and from the main road. There are a group of children are playing with weapons made from scraps of wood on the road in some imaginary battle while their mothers gossip from the side of the street. The shouts of sellers and the laughter of children fade as you enter the alley.
As the party makes its way through the alley you are taken by surprise by a ghastly sound.
"CAAWW-CAAWW-CAAWW!!!", screams a flock of ravens watching from the rooftops, ledges, and clotheslines; causes the hairs on the back of your neck to stand up.
The party passes under their watchful eyes as Marva pushes open the front door to the brewery. "Welcome!", calls a cheerful voice from a halfing standing on a stool from behind the counter. She has wheat blonde hair tied into pigtails, wearing a brown apron. She gives each of you a warm smile and asks cheerfully, "I'm Brandy, can I help you with something?"
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Marva steps up and says, "We're here to pick up..." -- she consults her copy of the list from Gundren -- "two kegs of ale for Gundren Rockseeker."
DM: Into the Feywild
Marva Stormaventendrian - Level 1 Dragonborn Cleric of the Tempest - Looking for a campaign
Landrae follows Marva into the shop, and titters as Brandy introduces herself, "I am so sorry, it just tickled my funny bone that someone named Brandy works at the brewery. I'll bet you get that all the time don't you? I'm Landrae." She extends her hand to the girl with an apologetic smile. "As my lovely companion said, we're collecting a pre paid order for Gundren. I don't suppose you have a couple of strapping lads back there that can help us load them onto our cart? We had to leave it on the main street."
Bring out your inner chatacter class...
Marva glances at Landrae's introduction and says, "Oh, I'm Marva, by the way. I didn't think...sorry." She nods her head in greeting. Then smiling at Landrae, she adds, "And really, strapping, young lads or lasses would do the trick. You know. If you have any handy." And she begins to snicker a little before gaining self control again.
DM: Into the Feywild
Marva Stormaventendrian - Level 1 Dragonborn Cleric of the Tempest - Looking for a campaign
Mio was the last to enter. She raised her hand above her head so she gets more noticeable from the back and greets, "Nice to meet you Ms. Brandy. Name's Mio."
"We came prepared with at least one strapping lass," says Bethany, moving towards the kegs.
Liarin: Against the Cult of the Reptile God
Adewild: Shadows and Light 2
Brother Thaddeus: Rime of the Frostmaiden.