"Quite a representation of deities you have here Baern. Do you have space devoted to Tymora?" Malichi asks
" Ahh, 'our smiling lady' eh? You are welcome to worship her here, we have a collection box the acolytes of Tymora control; they can help to guide you through your prayers to her" Baern motions a cleric over " we don't have a dedicated space for her here however, but there is a temple for Tymora in the shadows. It also functions as a gambling hall; which attracts some unsavoury characters as you can imagine. The congregation of Tymora is split between here and Tymora's dedicated temple . "
Baern smiles to himself; " did you know Tymora and Dugmaren Brightmantle were once lovers?" Baern chuckles " it's not such a large world after all".
Hurren will remain at the temple, meditating, visiting with acolytes and priests and asking them about their deities and rituals, fasting, and making attempts to pray to various Elven deities to see if he feels affinity towards any of them. He will rejoin the party in the morning unless there is an urgent need before then.
(OOC leaning towards Corellon Larethian unless you have strong feelings about some other deity).
( I think that is perfectly fine, he/she will make you a better elf. Make sure you make a note of it in your background to develop your character over time)
"If you can offer us healing mate then I 'spose the least we can do is stay in the nice inn and not get skragged or kill anyone. Still want to visit this Greased Weasel at some point though." Skrach looks around the temple, feeling very out of place "You got anything for a devotee of nature? Or maybe a spider goddess?"
Zensiro greets Baern, having previously made visits to the Temple. "Baern, always a pleasure to see you. I'll make my tribute to the Earthmother in my usual manner, then accompany my comrades here to whichever tavern they prefer. I have not yet found my way to this Greasy Weasel place, although I'm aware of its reputation. I'm intrigued to hear that this Sergeant of ours would be engaged in some 'extracurricular activities' there, so to speak! If it would be agreeable, might I then return here to meditate for the night? The Temple is not a perfect stand-in for the tranquility of the forest, but it is welcoming nonetheless."
Zensiro greets Baern, having previously made visits to the Temple. "Baern, always a pleasure to see you. I'll make my tribute to the Earthmother in my usual manner, then accompany my comrades here to whichever tavern they prefer. I have not yet found my way to this Greasy Weasel place, although I'm aware of its reputation. I'm intrigued to hear that this Sergeant of ours would be engaged in some 'extracurricular activities' there, so to speak! If it would be agreeable, might I then return here to meditate for the night? The Temple is not a perfect stand-in for the tranquility of the forest, but it is welcoming nonetheless."
" That is not a problem, you know where to go" Baern says to Zensiro regarding his tribute. "As an interesting point, it has been raised by a few followers that a brick and mortar building may not be the most appropriate for all deities to be worshipped in. The temple is constantly expanding, and a small Grove or garden might be included in the next works undertaken."
"If you can offer us healing mate then I 'spose the least we can do is stay in the nice inn and not get skragged or kill anyone. Still want to visit this Greased Weasel at some point though." Skrach looks around the temple, feeling very out of place "You got anything for a devotee of nature? Or maybe a spider goddess?"
" A spider Goddess you say, do you mean Lolth?" Baern stops to think; " I haven't come across too many followers of Lolth, I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage. As Zensiro mentioned, we have a space for the Earthmother, I'm sure he would welcome you to join him. We also have shrines or spaces for worship of; Eldath, Silvanus the Oakfather, Talos the Storm Lord , Auril, Malar master of the Hunt, Mielikki the Forest Queen, and Chauntea the Earthmother as I mentioned , but you may be more familiar with her as Jannath. "
As Baern is speaking the clerics have been working on the wounded, and due to their skill in the art of healing, succeed in raising the party to full health.
" Invitations to the masquerade. Yes I admit I was surprised when I was given these. I will retrieve these from my study while you all finish your healing and dedications."
Baern returns with enough invitations for the party. " A very strange Tabaxi indeed, lady Irene.... I have never seen her at the temple before. So odd, she refused to come in and I had to exit the building to talk with her...."
The healing has been completed, Hurren has elected to stay at the temple but will meet the party in the morning. Zensiro will come back for his meditation, where I believe he might be able to lead Hurren back to the location the party chooses to stay?
The party can choose to walk down the street towards the Stumbalon inn, a fine establishment with good music, good food, and comfortable beds. Comfortable accommodation
The party could also choose to go to the Greasy Weasel tavern; loud, raucous , and a little shady. currently there is a fight night on. The food is edible, the drink is strong, and the rooms have very strong locks with magical alarms if they are not opened by the room key(or the proprietor). Modest accommodation
The Copper Dragon is also a well known, fine establishment. I would be remiss if I didn't add it to the pool.
"Quite a representation of deities you have here Baern. Do you have space devoted to Tymora?" Malichi asks
" Ahh, 'our smiling lady' eh? You are welcome to worship her here, we have a collection box the acolytes of Tymora control; they can help to guide you through your prayers to her" Baern motions a cleric over " we don't have a dedicated space for her here however, but there is a temple for Tymora in the shadows. It also functions as a gambling hall; which attracts some unsavoury characters as you can imagine. The congregation of Tymora is split between here and Tymora's dedicated temple . "
Baern smiles to himself; " did you know Tymora and Dugmaren Brightmantle were once lovers?" Baern chuckles " it's not such a large world after all".
"I know" Malichi says with a smile "I enjoy reading the stories about her. I've always felt her presence, like she walks with me, always looking out for me. I think I'm going to look around here for a while, them maybe head of to the Shadows. I've heard a lot about it and, well, unsovory people aren't usually a problem for me" he says, his smile widening just a bit
Flint has been following the group quietly for some time, he is not in need of healing and is not particularly devout in following any of the gods worshipped at the temple. Although the discussion of the earthmother intrigues him, perhaps he will talk with Zensiro later to learn more.
His interest is raised when Baern mentions the invitations and he asks a few more questions of his own “How is it you were asked to distribute these if you do not know the good lady Irene? What is this party about?”
As the discussion turns away from gods and towards taverns, Flint finds himself on more familiar ground. “I would like to visit this Greasy Weasel. Maybe try my hand at these fights.”he grins in anticipation.
Dexan looks intrigued "The Shadows? What are they? Some sort of criminal organization?" He unconsciously taps the hilt of his dagger at his hip as he inquires.
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Flint has been following the group quietly for some time, he is not in need of healing and is not particularly devout in following any of the gods worshipped at the temple. Although the discussion of the earthmother intrigues him, perhaps he will talk with Zensiro later to learn more.
His interest is raised when Baern mentions the invitations and he asks a few more questions of his own “How is it you were asked to distribute these if you do not know the good lady Irene? What is this party about?”
As the discussion turns away from gods and towards taverns, Flint finds himself on more familiar ground. “I would like to visit this Greasy Weasel. Maybe try my hand at these fights.”he grins in anticipation.
Baern addresses Flint; " I have certainly seen Lady Irene around town, I just had never seen her at the temple... And like I say, she refused to come in or even enter the grounds. I was asked to meet her at the Stumbalon inn just down the road. As for the invitations, I have the reputation of being the local guide around these parts so I was given invitations to pass along I suppose; what's odd is that I'm a 'man of the cloth' as humans like to say. Promoting a night of potential debauchery in masquerade during the dead of night at a full moon doesn't really fit with what the gods destined for my path." Baern looks towards the sky, confused. " But here we are, and there you go" Baern motions towards the invitations and smiles.
Dexan looks intrigued "The Shadows? What are they? Some sort of criminal organization?" He unconsciously taps the hilt of his dagger at his hip as he inquires.
" No no my boy haha...though I'm sure plenty run out of the shadows... This part of the city is called the Shopps, that noisy part over there is the Crafts, where the gnomes live is the Burrows, the guardhouse where you all came from is in the Officials..... These are the names of the various city parts, and they all vaguely describe the area."
Baern thinks for second before continuing; " One might steal a kiss from a she-elf in the alleyway away from her disapproving landed-gentry parents, or perhaps make your fortune at the temple of Tymora or fighting pits at the 'Weasel. Others might like the shadows because of the few questions everyone asks you about your business; others again might like the shadows for the few questions one might ask about where you got something you were selling. It's not uncommon to see Half Orcs, Dragonborn, the odd Goblin and Kobold, or any other race that arouses suspicion or caution in closed minded people. It's simply a place".
The party decides (so I interpret) to head to the Shadows.
Zensiro accompanies the party, however at some point he will break off from the party to visit the Temple of Tymora (the gambling hall and temple proper are seperated in the building). I will leave whether this occurs before or after visiting the Greasy Weasel up to Zensiro.
The party begins their journey to the Shadows. You are all in fine health but are covered in blood from your scuffle, not having had time to bathe and change clothes.
Could I please get everyone to roll a D20 ;).
Edit: sorry, as if you needed any more reminders your DM is human haha. Malachi will break off to the temple of Tymora at some point , Zensiro will return to the temple of all gods for his meditation later in the night.
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Zensiro is ready for some medieval antics at the Greasy Weasel. He hasn't spent too much time in the Shadows during his time in Haven, probably good to see what it's all about.
As The party walks to the Greasy Weasel, a group of 4 teenagers, 1 Human, 1 Wood Elf, 1 Halfling and a scrawny looking Half Orc approach the party from behind. The human draws a dagger; " oi.. uh give us your purses or we, or we'll fuh fuh-finish you off and take your money from your bodies."
Skratch is the first one to turn around. " What's this then mates? " You notice that each of the opposing teenagers looks hungry, not dangerous.
As the rest of the party turns around in reaction, the teenagers take in Skratch's visage. The Human bolts away, followed by the Wood Elf and Halfling, the Halfling is heard saying something like 'its going to eat us, run' . The Half-Orc, who you feel played the role of 'muscle' being the biggest of the 4 despite his scrawny appearance for his race, remains. He backs away from the party, being vastly outnumbered, before turning and running.
You hear 4 distinct ' clacks' on the floor as the Half Orc runs away. He does not stop and return to pick up whatever fell from his pocket. All 4 disappear from sight.
Do you want to investigate (perception or investigation check) the sound or continue on to the Greasy Weasel?
Zensiro says, "I swear I heard something hit the ground. Perhaps one of our harassers lost some items or coin in their haste to flee." He continues, jokingly, "I am surprised how quickly our reputation has spread, beware the might of the Irregulars! Hopefully this bodes well for the success of our mission." Zensiro then walks to where the half-orc was standing and proceeds to closely observe the ground in that vicinity.
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You come across a Tavern, raucous noise can be heard from within, on the outside of the Tavern you see a dingy sign lit unevenly by a bad enchantment. The sign reads 'The Greasy Weasel; fine Tavern, Rooms available for let; enquire within'
The Greasy Weasel Tavern is dimly lit inside, smells like dirt and sweat, and you feel like if you rubbed a white glove on any surface, the glove would no longer be white.
Over on one group of tables the patrons are playing Dragon dice. On another table, a Goliath in guard uniform sits with a party of new adventurers, eating from 4 very large platters of what looks like chicken as he briefs the group on a patrol mission outside the wall. Each carved up bird looks like it could feed 4-5 people, and the 4 platters are enough for 14-15 people.
However this is foreshadowed by the main event; the pits.
The noise at the Greasy Weasel Tavern was almost deafening tonight and might have brought the Town Guard if it weren't that there were already several in attendance and they were cheering the loudest. At the east end of the Greasy Weasel was "the pit", a fighting ring 12 feet in diameter and 7 feet deep. On the east of the pit there are bleachers seating 3 rows high in a semicircle, where patrons could drink and watch the fights.
Towards the bleachers side, two men were climbing down ropes into the pit to retrieve their unconscious compatriot while on the other side two of the Guard were reaching in to give the winner a hand up. She's Tiefling, extraordinarily tall, nearly 8 feet from where her gazelle-like horns start to sweep back, to her cloven hooves. Her color ranged from slightly darker medium grays to slightly lighter medium grays, from head to hoof now mottled with bruises and cuts. Only the three jagged white scars running down her left cheek lay outside the rest of the color pallet. Her eyes are large, grey, featureless and lidless.
Once out of the pit she raises both arms in triumph and yells "Somebody buy me an ale!" and the crowd goes wild. She unconsciously wipes the blood from her mouth on the back of her arm, the bright red a brilliant contrast to the soft grays. Those who bet on the match were settling up and one of them is overheard to say with a chuckle "Me? I don't bet against Danarians, certainly not in the pit" as he counted his winnings.
"I thought she was a Tiefling!" a rotund Dwarven woman complains.
You see the Tiefling you now know to be Modesty sit down at the bar next to dwarven woman and start talking about Danar and the Danarians, touching the cleansing stone, a foot diameter polished reddish brown, polished stone mounted on a pedestal in the middle of the Greasy Weasel as a customer courtesy as she does so. As she touches it, the blood, sweat and dirt on her began to vanish. You can listen in on the discussion if you like (make a stealth check to decide whether you are noticed or not).
The proprietor is behind the bar polishing a mug. The drinkware is probably the cleanest thing in this tavern, likely owing to the fact it is the most heavily used and constantly being filled with alcohol; which appears to keep the grime from building up. As you enter, and take in the scene he places his pipe down and addresses you. "Halfroc Brandywood; get inside before you let the cold in. What are ya drinkin!?" The innkeep is yelling to be heard over the noise.
(You can ask to see a menu, but the proprietor doesn't offer one straight up).
" Ahh, 'our smiling lady' eh? You are welcome to worship her here, we have a collection box the acolytes of Tymora control; they can help to guide you through your prayers to her" Baern motions a cleric over " we don't have a dedicated space for her here however, but there is a temple for Tymora in the shadows. It also functions as a gambling hall; which attracts some unsavoury characters as you can imagine. The congregation of Tymora is split between here and Tymora's dedicated temple . "
Baern smiles to himself; " did you know Tymora and Dugmaren Brightmantle were once lovers?" Baern chuckles " it's not such a large world after all".
( I think that is perfectly fine, he/she will make you a better elf. Make sure you make a note of it in your background to develop your character over time)
Before he retires for the evening, Hurren informs Baern that Lt. Valglyth has requested that we be given invitations to the masquerade ball.
"If you can offer us healing mate then I 'spose the least we can do is stay in the nice inn and not get skragged or kill anyone. Still want to visit this Greased Weasel at some point though." Skrach looks around the temple, feeling very out of place "You got anything for a devotee of nature? Or maybe a spider goddess?"
Skrach / Miner
Zensiro greets Baern, having previously made visits to the Temple. "Baern, always a pleasure to see you. I'll make my tribute to the Earthmother in my usual manner, then accompany my comrades here to whichever tavern they prefer. I have not yet found my way to this Greasy Weasel place, although I'm aware of its reputation. I'm intrigued to hear that this Sergeant of ours would be engaged in some 'extracurricular activities' there, so to speak! If it would be agreeable, might I then return here to meditate for the night? The Temple is not a perfect stand-in for the tranquility of the forest, but it is welcoming nonetheless."
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" That is not a problem, you know where to go" Baern says to Zensiro regarding his tribute. "As an interesting point, it has been raised by a few followers that a brick and mortar building may not be the most appropriate for all deities to be worshipped in. The temple is constantly expanding, and a small Grove or garden might be included in the next works undertaken."
" A spider Goddess you say, do you mean Lolth?" Baern stops to think; " I haven't come across too many followers of Lolth, I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage. As Zensiro mentioned, we have a space for the Earthmother, I'm sure he would welcome you to join him. We also have shrines or spaces for worship of; Eldath, Silvanus the Oakfather, Talos the Storm Lord , Auril, Malar master of the Hunt, Mielikki the Forest Queen, and Chauntea the Earthmother as I mentioned , but you may be more familiar with her as Jannath. "
As Baern is speaking the clerics have been working on the wounded, and due to their skill in the art of healing, succeed in raising the party to full health.
" Invitations to the masquerade. Yes I admit I was surprised when I was given these. I will retrieve these from my study while you all finish your healing and dedications."
Baern returns with enough invitations for the party. " A very strange Tabaxi indeed, lady Irene.... I have never seen her at the temple before. So odd, she refused to come in and I had to exit the building to talk with her...."
The healing has been completed, Hurren has elected to stay at the temple but will meet the party in the morning. Zensiro will come back for his meditation, where I believe he might be able to lead Hurren back to the location the party chooses to stay?
The party can choose to walk down the street towards the Stumbalon inn, a fine establishment with good music, good food, and comfortable beds. Comfortable accommodation
The party could also choose to go to the Greasy Weasel tavern; loud, raucous , and a little shady. currently there is a fight night on. The food is edible, the drink is strong, and the rooms have very strong locks with magical alarms if they are not opened by the room key(or the proprietor). Modest accommodation
The Copper Dragon is also a well known, fine establishment. I would be remiss if I didn't add it to the pool.
How would you like to proceed.
"I know" Malichi says with a smile "I enjoy reading the stories about her. I've always felt her presence, like she walks with me, always looking out for me. I think I'm going to look around here for a while, them maybe head of to the Shadows. I've heard a lot about it and, well, unsovory people aren't usually a problem for me" he says, his smile widening just a bit
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Flint has been following the group quietly for some time, he is not in need of healing and is not particularly devout in following any of the gods worshipped at the temple. Although the discussion of the earthmother intrigues him, perhaps he will talk with Zensiro later to learn more.
His interest is raised when Baern mentions the invitations and he asks a few more questions of his own “How is it you were asked to distribute these if you do not know the good lady Irene? What is this party about?”
As the discussion turns away from gods and towards taverns, Flint finds himself on more familiar ground. “I would like to visit this Greasy Weasel. Maybe try my hand at these fights.” he grins in anticipation.
Dexan looks intrigued "The Shadows? What are they? Some sort of criminal organization?" He unconsciously taps the hilt of his dagger at his hip as he inquires.
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
“I am with Flint, I would also like to try my hand, or at least bet on him trying his”
Skrach / Miner
Baern addresses Flint; " I have certainly seen Lady Irene around town, I just had never seen her at the temple... And like I say, she refused to come in or even enter the grounds. I was asked to meet her at the Stumbalon inn just down the road. As for the invitations, I have the reputation of being the local guide around these parts so I was given invitations to pass along I suppose; what's odd is that I'm a 'man of the cloth' as humans like to say. Promoting a night of potential debauchery in masquerade during the dead of night at a full moon doesn't really fit with what the gods destined for my path." Baern looks towards the sky, confused. " But here we are, and there you go" Baern motions towards the invitations and smiles.
" No no my boy haha...though I'm sure plenty run out of the shadows... This part of the city is called the Shopps, that noisy part over there is the Crafts, where the gnomes live is the Burrows, the guardhouse where you all came from is in the Officials..... These are the names of the various city parts, and they all vaguely describe the area."
Baern thinks for second before continuing; " One might steal a kiss from a she-elf in the alleyway away from her disapproving landed-gentry parents, or perhaps make your fortune at the temple of Tymora or fighting pits at the 'Weasel. Others might like the shadows because of the few questions everyone asks you about your business; others again might like the shadows for the few questions one might ask about where you got something you were selling. It's not uncommon to see Half Orcs, Dragonborn, the odd Goblin and Kobold, or any other race that arouses suspicion or caution in closed minded people. It's simply a place".
The party decides (so I interpret) to head to the Shadows.
Zensiro accompanies the party, however at some point he will break off from the party to visit the Temple of Tymora (the gambling hall and temple proper are seperated in the building). I will leave whether this occurs before or after visiting the Greasy Weasel up to Zensiro.
The party begins their journey to the Shadows. You are all in fine health but are covered in blood from your scuffle, not having had time to bathe and change clothes.
Could I please get everyone to roll a D20 ;).
Edit: sorry, as if you needed any more reminders your DM is human haha. Malachi will break off to the temple of Tymora at some point , Zensiro will return to the temple of all gods for his meditation later in the night.
Flint D20 12
"I'm ready. It's got my curiosity going now." Malichi pipes up
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Zensiro is ready for some medieval antics at the Greasy Weasel. He hasn't spent too much time in the Shadows during his time in Haven, probably good to see what it's all about.
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As The party walks to the Greasy Weasel, a group of 4 teenagers, 1 Human, 1 Wood Elf, 1 Halfling and a scrawny looking Half Orc approach the party from behind. The human draws a dagger; " oi.. uh give us your purses or we, or we'll fuh fuh-finish you off and take your money from your bodies."
Skratch is the first one to turn around. " What's this then mates? " You notice that each of the opposing teenagers looks hungry, not dangerous.
As the rest of the party turns around in reaction, the teenagers take in Skratch's visage. The Human bolts away, followed by the Wood Elf and Halfling, the Halfling is heard saying something like 'its going to eat us, run' . The Half-Orc, who you feel played the role of 'muscle' being the biggest of the 4 despite his scrawny appearance for his race, remains. He backs away from the party, being vastly outnumbered, before turning and running.
You hear 4 distinct ' clacks' on the floor as the Half Orc runs away. He does not stop and return to pick up whatever fell from his pocket. All 4 disappear from sight.
Do you want to investigate (perception or investigation check) the sound or continue on to the Greasy Weasel?
Zensiro says, "I swear I heard something hit the ground. Perhaps one of our harassers lost some items or coin in their haste to flee." He continues, jokingly, "I am surprised how quickly our reputation has spread, beware the might of the Irregulars! Hopefully this bodes well for the success of our mission." Zensiro then walks to where the half-orc was standing and proceeds to closely observe the ground in that vicinity.
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You come across a Tavern, raucous noise can be heard from within, on the outside of the Tavern you see a dingy sign lit unevenly by a bad enchantment. The sign reads 'The Greasy Weasel; fine Tavern, Rooms available for let; enquire within'
The Greasy Weasel Tavern is dimly lit inside, smells like dirt and sweat, and you feel like if you rubbed a white glove on any surface, the glove would no longer be white.
Over on one group of tables the patrons are playing Dragon dice. On another table, a Goliath in guard uniform sits with a party of new adventurers, eating from 4 very large platters of what looks like chicken as he briefs the group on a patrol mission outside the wall. Each carved up bird looks like it could feed 4-5 people, and the 4 platters are enough for 14-15 people.
However this is foreshadowed by the main event; the pits.
The noise at the Greasy Weasel Tavern was almost deafening tonight and might have brought the Town Guard if it weren't that there were already several in attendance and they were cheering the loudest. At the east end of the Greasy Weasel was "the pit", a fighting ring 12 feet in diameter and 7 feet deep. On the east of the pit there are bleachers seating 3 rows high in a semicircle, where patrons could drink and watch the fights.
Towards the bleachers side, two men were climbing down ropes into the pit to retrieve their unconscious compatriot while on the other side two of the Guard were reaching in to give the winner a hand up. She's Tiefling, extraordinarily tall, nearly 8 feet from where her gazelle-like horns start to sweep back, to her cloven hooves. Her color ranged from slightly darker medium grays to slightly lighter medium grays, from head to hoof now mottled with bruises and cuts. Only the three jagged white scars running down her left cheek lay outside the rest of the color pallet. Her eyes are large, grey, featureless and lidless.
Once out of the pit she raises both arms in triumph and yells "Somebody buy me an ale!" and the crowd goes wild. She unconsciously wipes the blood from her mouth on the back of her arm, the bright red a brilliant contrast to the soft grays. Those who bet on the match were settling up and one of them is overheard to say with a chuckle "Me? I don't bet against Danarians, certainly not in the pit" as he counted his winnings.
"I thought she was a Tiefling!" a rotund Dwarven woman complains.
You see the Tiefling you now know to be Modesty sit down at the bar next to dwarven woman and start talking about Danar and the Danarians, touching the cleansing stone, a foot diameter polished reddish brown, polished stone mounted on a pedestal in the middle of the Greasy Weasel as a customer courtesy as she does so. As she touches it, the blood, sweat and dirt on her began to vanish. You can listen in on the discussion if you like (make a stealth check to decide whether you are noticed or not).
The proprietor is behind the bar polishing a mug. The drinkware is probably the cleanest thing in this tavern, likely owing to the fact it is the most heavily used and constantly being filled with alcohol; which appears to keep the grime from building up. As you enter, and take in the scene he places his pipe down and addresses you. "Halfroc Brandywood; get inside before you let the cold in. What are ya drinkin!?" The innkeep is yelling to be heard over the noise.
(You can ask to see a menu, but the proprietor doesn't offer one straight up).
Otherwise, what would each of you like to do?
"Gimme a booze my good mate, and tell me how I get involved with that." Skrach gestures towards Modesty and the Dwarven woman.
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