"Oh, yes, Bethany here will be a big help!"Marva pats her on the shoulder. "By the way, Brandy, what's going on with all the crows outside? Is that normal? I mean, there are a LOT of them out there. I've never seen so many."
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Before passing through the door to the brewery, Ruanathipauses a moment to study the ravens nearby. Granting himself a bit of guidance, he hopes to determine if the birds are behaving in an unusual manner...
Ruanathi (with a 13) understand that the ravens are not trying to frighten you, but give you a warning. These animals have been known as signs of omens. Omens of what you can't determine.
Brandy: "Oh! Gundren's order. Yes!", she receives the note from Marva, "I have it right...," she flips open an order book and scrolls down with her finger, "Here!", she says cheerfully.
"Golly gee, your ticklish too!", she giggles as she extends her small hand to handshake Landrae. Landrae you can see a metaphorical bird fly over Brandy's head and you realize she a bit slow-witted. "Why yes! I work at a brewery and people call me by my name after I tell them of course!", she says with a laughing snort.
"Hi, Mio!", she waves a greeting a Mio.
"Crows? I haven't seen any crows today or at least there wasn't any outside when I opened the shop.", she answers Marva.
"Well, we don't have any lads working the storefront, but some do work at the warehouse. Daddy doesn't trust them around my little sister and me, but my little sister can help with the casks!"
"Hoy! Groggahla! Could you come up front and help with mister Gundren's order!", she shouts to the back of the store.
A throaty grunt can be heard from the back followed by heavy footsteps making the floorboards creak. The cloth barrier leading to the back is pushed aside revealing a towering six-and-a-half-foot-tall grayish skin half-orc with pigtails tied up with pink ribbons. She casts a scowl over the party that seems to narrow more so at Landrae and Ruanathi.
Groggahla moves to pick up two casks of strong ale with both arms as she balances them on her shoulders. She notices Bethany is willing to take one and motions her to grab it. (Bethany roll for Athletics)
Ruanathi takes note of the half-orc's dislike and makes certain he avoids any further eye contact. The ravens' behavior has put him on the alert; so, he scrutinizes the inside of the brewery, including Brandy and Groggahla, looking for anything that seems amiss.
Seeing that the casks are being taken care of, Marva steps back out into the alley to look at the birds again. She sees Ruanathi studying them and asks, "So what do you think is going on with these crows? Brandy said she didn't see them when she arrived to open the shop."She is trying to figure out why the birds are acting this way.
(Depending on the appropriate roll, add +3 for Perception or Insight and +1 for Nature: 12)
Oops! I didn't see Ruanathi's post saying that he went inside. Maybe Marva just goes out by herself to look at the ravens. Which she thinks are crows for some reason.
Ruanathi as you look around the brewery you don't see anything which would cause you alarm. However, Groggahla notices you looking around and promptly walks in front of you with the cask of ale on her shoulder and lets out a short low growl getting everyone's attention. She stares hard at Ruanathi. Ruanathi, Landrae,and Mio quickly notice Brandy biting her upper lip with her underbite and pointing her fingers at her pigtails.
Then each of you notice Groggahla's pink ribbon pigtails.
Marva as you head outside you notice the ravens have already left their perch.
Mio steps outside as well to not get in the way of the strong people as they get the ale moving. Plus she can keep an eye on things so no one tries anything funny.
A bit perplexed by the tension inside the brewery, Ruanathitries to decipher Brandy's silent hint. Uneasily he offers Groggahla a compliment. "Your hair. It's lovely."
Let's hope she doesn't read that as sarcasm, he thinks to himself.
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Picking up on the declining predicament between Groggahla and Ruanathi, Landrae tries to step in and assist.
"Oh Groggahla, how do you get those bows to sit so prettily? I have such a nightmare with my hair." She lifts her hat, runs her fingers through it, messing the hair about and then pulling the hat firmly back down, "This has is about all I can do to manage it. Maybe you could show me after you've loaded that keg for us?"
“Oh, hello,”says Marva. “It’s Mio, right? I just stepped out to see what was going on with the crows, but they’ve all gone. Have you ever seen something like that? I hope everything is going okay with the ale. It seems like they are taking a while. I thought with Bethany and Groggahla, they should be fine.”As she talks, Marva looks at where the ravens were, glances at Mio, takes in the whole alley, and peeks back in the door to the Brewery if possible. (Perception: 19 )
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Mio greets. "Hi Marva." She doesn't look at Marva while she talks. She seems to keep watch above her and towards the alley to look for potential ambushers or thugs or something. She's not looking for anything specific, just keeping a general eye out for threats. "The crows? Can't say I have really. Honestly I don't remember seeing anything like this before. Then again, I usually work on jobs involving camping out in high places and staying very still so maybe I haven't been in too many situations with crows." At the mention of the ale though, she furrows her brow and turns to look back at the shop. She asks, "What do you mean? Do you think something is fishy with the ale?"
"It sounds like you have been involved in some interesting work," says Marva. She thinks for a moment and adds, "Or possibly very boring, I suppose. In any case, very different from my experience. Maybe we'll have time for some stories on the road, if you are willing. About the ale, though, I just thought they would have brought it out already. It's already paid for, after all."
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"I guess you're right. Maybe it's heavy? Anyway, I'd be willing to swap stories on the road though there isn't much interesting to share. It's mostly just 'Guard Place', 'Stand Watch', 'Deliver thing', 'Shoot Person'... stuff like that."
Ruanathi, the stern expression the half-orc girl gives you begins to change as her eyes begin to fill with tears. However, Groggahla turns to Landrae as she comes to your recuse, and blinks back the moisture in her eyes. Landrae kind words make Groggahla realize that Ruanathi, in a way, is like her in that she has a hard time socializing with others. Groggahla's expression flips a complete 180 as a radiant smile crosses her face showing her tusks. She gives each of you a happy grunt and nods as she makes her way out the front door to place the keg(s) in the wagon.
Marva (19) and Milo (17), you don't see any dangers waiting among the shadows, but each of you notice some dark feathers left behind by the ravens... as well as a tuff of course hair from the tail of a horse. Then, a Groggahlarushes pass each of you with a massive happy grin on her face toward the wagon.
Inside the Brewery
Brandy: "Thank you for being kind to my sister.", she says as she waves over Ruanathi and Landrae.
"I try to look after her as a big sister should, but... elven folk don't normally get along with orc folk as you know. No offensive of course! (she implies to both of you) She had a hard time growing up here in Neverwinter.", a sad smile crosses her face for a moment, "Even the parents tended to be as cruel as their children."
She then pulls out a bottle of filled a dark amber liquid from under the counter and slides to both of you.
"Here! On the house! This here is a brew Groggahla makes special. The last cup of this brandy has a special surprise for the person drinking it!", Brandy pauses for a moment and Landrae notices her click a puzzle piece into place.
"Oh! Brandy! Now I get it!", as she begins to laugh and giggle.
"Oh, yes, Bethany here will be a big help!" Marva pats her on the shoulder. "By the way, Brandy, what's going on with all the crows outside? Is that normal? I mean, there are a LOT of them out there. I've never seen so many."
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Marva Stormaventendrian - Level 1 Dragonborn Cleric of the Tempest - Looking for a campaign
Before passing through the door to the brewery, Ruanathi pauses a moment to study the ravens nearby. Granting himself a bit of guidance, he hopes to determine if the birds are behaving in an unusual manner...
Nature 13
Ruanathi (with a 13) understand that the ravens are not trying to frighten you, but give you a warning. These animals have been known as signs of omens. Omens of what you can't determine.
Brandy: "Oh! Gundren's order. Yes!", she receives the note from Marva, "I have it right...," she flips open an order book and scrolls down with her finger, "Here!", she says cheerfully.
"Golly gee, your ticklish too!", she giggles as she extends her small hand to handshake Landrae. Landrae you can see a metaphorical bird fly over Brandy's head and you realize she a bit slow-witted. "Why yes! I work at a brewery and people call me by my name after I tell them of course!", she says with a laughing snort.
"Hi, Mio!", she waves a greeting a Mio.
"Crows? I haven't seen any crows today or at least there wasn't any outside when I opened the shop.", she answers Marva.
"Well, we don't have any lads working the storefront, but some do work at the warehouse. Daddy doesn't trust them around my little sister and me, but my little sister can help with the casks!"
"Hoy! Groggahla! Could you come up front and help with mister Gundren's order!", she shouts to the back of the store.
A throaty grunt can be heard from the back followed by heavy footsteps making the floorboards creak. The cloth barrier leading to the back is pushed aside revealing a towering six-and-a-half-foot-tall grayish skin half-orc with pigtails tied up with pink ribbons. She casts a scowl over the party that seems to narrow more so at Landrae and Ruanathi.
Groggahla
Groggahla moves to pick up two casks of strong ale with both arms as she balances them on her shoulders. She notices Bethany is willing to take one and motions her to grab it. (Bethany roll for Athletics)
Ruanathi takes note of the half-orc's dislike and makes certain he avoids any further eye contact. The ravens' behavior has put him on the alert; so, he scrutinizes the inside of the brewery, including Brandy and Groggahla, looking for anything that seems amiss.
Perception 17
Discreetly, he then whispers to Landrae, "The ravens send a warning; be wary."
Seeing that the casks are being taken care of, Marva steps back out into the alley to look at the birds again. She sees Ruanathi studying them and asks, "So what do you think is going on with these crows? Brandy said she didn't see them when she arrived to open the shop." She is trying to figure out why the birds are acting this way.
(Depending on the appropriate roll, add +3 for Perception or Insight and +1 for Nature: 12)
Oops! I didn't see Ruanathi's post saying that he went inside. Maybe Marva just goes out by herself to look at the ravens. Which she thinks are crows for some reason.
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Marva Stormaventendrian - Level 1 Dragonborn Cleric of the Tempest - Looking for a campaign
Ruanathi as you look around the brewery you don't see anything which would cause you alarm. However, Groggahla notices you looking around and promptly walks in front of you with the cask of ale on her shoulder and lets out a short low growl getting everyone's attention. She stares hard at Ruanathi. Ruanathi, Landrae, and Mio quickly notice Brandy biting her upper lip with her underbite and pointing her fingers at her pigtails.
Then each of you notice Groggahla's pink ribbon pigtails.
Marva as you head outside you notice the ravens have already left their perch.
Mio steps outside as well to not get in the way of the strong people as they get the ale moving. Plus she can keep an eye on things so no one tries anything funny.
A bit perplexed by the tension inside the brewery, Ruanathi tries to decipher Brandy's silent hint. Uneasily he offers Groggahla a compliment. "Your hair. It's lovely."
Let's hope she doesn't read that as sarcasm, he thinks to himself.
Ruanathi, Roll for Persuasion.
Bethany, Roll for Athletics if you still wish to take one of the kegs.
Not the druid's strongest skill...1
My sincerest apologies, fellow adventurers, for whatever ill fate this roll has caused.
(Wow. ROFL. Sorry, if a fellow adventurer wants to help you I will give you Advantage.)
Picking up on the declining predicament between Groggahla and Ruanathi, Landrae tries to step in and assist.
"Oh Groggahla, how do you get those bows to sit so prettily? I have such a nightmare with my hair." She lifts her hat, runs her fingers through it, messing the hair about and then pulling the hat firmly back down, "This has is about all I can do to manage it. Maybe you could show me after you've loaded that keg for us?"
13 Persuasion
Bring out your inner chatacter class...
“Oh, hello,” says Marva. “It’s Mio, right? I just stepped out to see what was going on with the crows, but they’ve all gone. Have you ever seen something like that? I hope everything is going okay with the ale. It seems like they are taking a while. I thought with Bethany and Groggahla, they should be fine.” As she talks, Marva looks at where the ravens were, glances at Mio, takes in the whole alley, and peeks back in the door to the Brewery if possible. (Perception: 19 )
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Marva Stormaventendrian - Level 1 Dragonborn Cleric of the Tempest - Looking for a campaign
Mio greets. "Hi Marva." She doesn't look at Marva while she talks. She seems to keep watch above her and towards the alley to look for potential ambushers or thugs or something. She's not looking for anything specific, just keeping a general eye out for threats. "The crows? Can't say I have really. Honestly I don't remember seeing anything like this before. Then again, I usually work on jobs involving camping out in high places and staying very still so maybe I haven't been in too many situations with crows." At the mention of the ale though, she furrows her brow and turns to look back at the shop. She asks, "What do you mean? Do you think something is fishy with the ale?"
Passive Perception: 15 (Roll if necessary: 13)
"It sounds like you have been involved in some interesting work," says Marva. She thinks for a moment and adds, "Or possibly very boring, I suppose. In any case, very different from my experience. Maybe we'll have time for some stories on the road, if you are willing. About the ale, though, I just thought they would have brought it out already. It's already paid for, after all."
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Marva Stormaventendrian - Level 1 Dragonborn Cleric of the Tempest - Looking for a campaign
"I guess you're right. Maybe it's heavy? Anyway, I'd be willing to swap stories on the road though there isn't much interesting to share. It's mostly just 'Guard Place', 'Stand Watch', 'Deliver thing', 'Shoot Person'... stuff like that."
Ruanathi casts a quick glance at Landrae as if to say thank you.
Catching the glance, Landrae winks back at Ruanathi, hoping that she has done enough to ease the slight tension in the room.
Bring out your inner chatacter class...
Ruanathi, the stern expression the half-orc girl gives you begins to change as her eyes begin to fill with tears. However, Groggahla turns to Landrae as she comes to your recuse, and blinks back the moisture in her eyes. Landrae kind words make Groggahla realize that Ruanathi, in a way, is like her in that she has a hard time socializing with others. Groggahla's expression flips a complete 180 as a radiant smile crosses her face showing her tusks. She gives each of you a happy grunt and nods as she makes her way out the front door to place the keg(s) in the wagon.
Marva (19) and Milo (17), you don't see any dangers waiting among the shadows, but each of you notice some dark feathers left behind by the ravens... as well as a tuff of course hair from the tail of a horse. Then, a Groggahla rushes pass each of you with a massive happy grin on her face toward the wagon.
Inside the Brewery
Brandy: "Thank you for being kind to my sister.", she says as she waves over Ruanathi and Landrae.
"I try to look after her as a big sister should, but... elven folk don't normally get along with orc folk as you know. No offensive of course! (she implies to both of you) She had a hard time growing up here in Neverwinter.", a sad smile crosses her face for a moment, "Even the parents tended to be as cruel as their children."
She then pulls out a bottle of filled a dark amber liquid from under the counter and slides to both of you.
"Here! On the house! This here is a brew Groggahla makes special. The last cup of this brandy has a special surprise for the person drinking it!", Brandy pauses for a moment and Landrae notices her click a puzzle piece into place.
"Oh! Brandy! Now I get it!", as she begins to laugh and giggle.