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***** looks admiringly up at Illia smiling as the half-drow elf maiden sets things straight but nudges her leg slightly with his hairy elbow and whispers, "that's partner... not comrade,"he corrects her choice of words. But then looks over to the monkey-tail and gives the man, beast, whatever a short respectful bow, "yeah what she said, I am *****, hey ya."
The hairy little Goblin then quiets himself obeying Illia as the others talk. As they do so ***** staying close (within earshot) will search the immediate surroundings for garage piles and such seeing if he cannot locate some discarded food to pick up and eat while he waits to calm his growling tummy while the others work out the details and follow along with them when they ready to head out.
"Well, I am a bit light in the bank, and I was headed over there afterwards.... Sure! I think I will join you. But if we are to be a true mercenary company well need a name, otherwise it's likely they laugh us all out of the building!"
Kugan: You spot a mismatched trio talking about that same notice you just read. At least one of them has a huge battleaxe strapped on her back. You also spot two humans in chainmail, with broadsword on their hips: they seem to be scruffy sellswords.
*****: You look about, and spot no free food around... Save for a loaf of moldy bread a vagrant is devouring in a nearby alley hidden between the residential buildings and the edge of the northern crater cliff.
*****: You look about, and spot no free food around... Save for a loaf of moldy bread a vagrant is devouring in a nearby alley hidden between the residential buildings and the edge of the northern crater cliff.
The hairy little Goblin just stares forlornly at the vagrant leisurely devouring the delicious looking loaf of moldy bread and lets out a low whimper of disappointment before moving back close to Illia's side, squats down silently next to her to scratch a flea crawling on his shoulder as he continues to wait without a word letting the big folk talk and work out the what for and the whereas details of hooking up to join forces.
"My name is Illia," She lightly bows her head in respect as she introduces herself. She then glances at *****, "Let us talk about a name for our mercenary band over some food." She suggests and pulls out her coin pouch, looking inside. "I believe I have enough for a small meal for myself and my comrade *****. If not, some bread perhaps?" She looks at Wolhana and then at *****, soon her gaze moves to see someone looking at them. She is almost certain they had seen the job posted as well but makes no move to introduce herself, unsure if he is interested in recruiting them for the mercenary job.
***** listens to Illia speak looking up at her with something akin to a look of affection then scowls and mumbles under his breath, "partner" again correcting her only to a moment later add in a clear tone of voice with a pathetic Elvish accent, "You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means." The idea of something to eat does rather appeal to him so he falls silent again rubbing his rumbling tummy.
The Fighter eyes the trio, and then the sellswords, evaluating his possibilities. Likely, the humans could have been soldiers as well, perhaps, with more discipline then the motley crew. Maybe, but, they look sloppy indeed, they are not having the best time on their business that in turn raise a question about their value. The motley crew, well, a goblin could be helpful fighting their kin, and it seems that they could have more varied skills.....
Finally, Kugan approaches the trio "Hey, may I interrupt you? I saw you read the post on a job for hunting down the Hobgoblin at Cragkeep. If you are planning to go, I would like to join if you don't mind, I know the place, and I think we could get the best of our skills...I am Kugan Silveredge, nice to meet you all" He produces one of his best promising smiles.
Illia looks at Kugan and gave him a small smile, "Hello, my name is Illia and we were in fact planning to go, however we plan to talk it over some food. Would you like to join us?"
*****'s ears perk up as the newcomer Kugan introduces himself and joins in on their little informal streetside gab session, the hairy little Goblin looks up at him with an appraising look from head to foot, "well met Kugan, I am *****, a humble hedge-mage at your service." With that ***** falls silent and continues to work at his flea issue but continues to listen.
"Not me, *****, we all serve the Imp, one way or another, now, we can surely go to talk in a better place, what do you think about the Fallen Star? A friendly Inn if I correctly remember, and it's not far though"
***** scowls, "the Fallen Star, that dive, they will rob you blind they will... me and toots here were just inside, trust me you are not missing much. Should be plenty of other taverns about but what do I know, I am just a Grumkin. You all can go back there if you like and talk, I will wait out front of it and panhandle while you discuss things inside then when you all are ready to check out the notice for work you can grab me on your way back out and we all head there together."
Illia raises a brow, "If you wait outside then you won't eat, I'll pay for your food and mine I suppose. I have about... Ten gold, so I believe it will be enough yes?"
***** smiles at Illia, "oh so you do care,"and gives a low chuckle, "don't worry about me toots I got five days worth of rations I've managed to horde so I won't starve or go without, at least until that runs out so don't you worry your pretty little head about *****. You all go on inside, eat, talk and enjoy yourselves and I will be just fine waiting for you. Besides," he raises an arm and sniffs at a pit sticking out his tongue, his face wrinkles up with a sour look, "I am a bit ripe for proper folk like you all, best I do not spoil your appetite."
"Don't play hard Mr *****" The Beastkin pats the Goblin on the shoulders "Come in with us, how we can discuss the business without you? Are you part of this new team or not? Don't let me beg you. If it is a problem of pieces, I have too, if it is a matter of folk, changing the Inn will not change that, we are what we are, and believe me, looks can be deceiving"
***** listens to Kugan and shrugs, "sure, whatever... if you all feel that I need to be inside for you to conduct your business, so be it if only to shut you up,"giving the warrior a wide toothy grin followed by an over exaggerated bow as it to say, lead the way... ***** ready to follow them inside the tavern whenever they are ready.
"All this talk of food is making me hungry! Let's not talk about anymore, let's be about it!" Wolhana starts to walk off in a direction but almost immediately returns to the group.
"Um which way is the place we were going again?" He shrugs with a silly innocent grin across his face.
You all make your way to The Fallen Star tavern as the day enters the final hours of twilight, the sun starting to dip in the sea. As you enter, the waitress from earlier whom both Illia and ***** recognize, stares suspiciously at the group. That is, until she spots tall Kugan among you.
"Oh, isn't that Capt--... Kugan!" She corrects herself, coloring and clearly embarrassed at her slip up. "It's been too long since you last came! Please, do have a seat!" She takes a look around, looking for a table large enough to hold you four, and surely enough there is a six-seat table in the corner of the tavern; she hurries to it with a cloth and starts wiping it clean.
"Any news from Dewspire? The couriers down here won't make the treks during the winter-months... Says snows block the paths, they do. Don't make the trips during Cloverclaw either, they says the melts make the swamps' mud deep as a horse. Can't really complain about the mud, I can't, but the snow? Best time o' the year to clear the marshes, I say! I have to plead to the passing bards and travelers to get any sort of information from the north this time o' the year!"
***** keeps silent and grabs a spot at random as the table and tries his best not to be irritated by the serving wench prattling on like some love struck doe-eyed maiden over Kugan, the hairy little Goblin gives Illia an eye roll and folds his arms over his chest as he waits to turn his attention to the other patrons and such about in room around them.
Though there's plenty of room at the table, Wolhana takes a seat right up next to the shortest, and seemingly hairiest of the group. After eyeing the creature for a few seconds longer than warranted, he looks at Shank with no judgement, but genuine curiosity.
Illia glances at the woman and then at ***** seeing his eye roll and can't help but smirk to herself amused. She looks at the gold in her pouch then looks at the waitress, "How much for a two plates with chicken and some bread?" She asks, keeping her coin pouch tightly in her grasp. "And two drinks of course." If ***** goes to make any protest Illia gives him a look as she wants him to actually eat something and not just live off of rations.
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***** looks admiringly up at Illia smiling as the half-drow elf maiden sets things straight but nudges her leg slightly with his hairy elbow and whispers, "that's partner... not comrade," he corrects her choice of words. But then looks over to the monkey-tail and gives the man, beast, whatever a short respectful bow, "yeah what she said, I am *****, hey ya."
The hairy little Goblin then quiets himself obeying Illia as the others talk. As they do so ***** staying close (within earshot) will search the immediate surroundings for garage piles and such seeing if he cannot locate some discarded food to pick up and eat while he waits to calm his growling tummy while the others work out the details and follow along with them when they ready to head out.
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"Well, I am a bit light in the bank, and I was headed over there afterwards.... Sure! I think I will join you. But if we are to be a true mercenary company well need a name, otherwise it's likely they laugh us all out of the building!"
"Speaking of names, mine is Wolhana"
Kugan:
You spot a mismatched trio talking about that same notice you just read. At least one of them has a huge battleaxe strapped on her back. You also spot two humans in chainmail, with broadsword on their hips: they seem to be scruffy sellswords.
*****:
You look about, and spot no free food around... Save for a loaf of moldy bread a vagrant is devouring in a nearby alley hidden between the residential buildings and the edge of the northern crater cliff.
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"My name is Illia," She lightly bows her head in respect as she introduces herself. She then glances at *****, "Let us talk about a name for our mercenary band over some food." She suggests and pulls out her coin pouch, looking inside. "I believe I have enough for a small meal for myself and my comrade *****. If not, some bread perhaps?" She looks at Wolhana and then at *****, soon her gaze moves to see someone looking at them. She is almost certain they had seen the job posted as well but makes no move to introduce herself, unsure if he is interested in recruiting them for the mercenary job.
***** listens to Illia speak looking up at her with something akin to a look of affection then scowls and mumbles under his breath, "partner" again correcting her only to a moment later add in a clear tone of voice with a pathetic Elvish accent, "You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means." The idea of something to eat does rather appeal to him so he falls silent again rubbing his rumbling tummy.
Kugan Silveredge
The Fighter eyes the trio, and then the sellswords, evaluating his possibilities. Likely, the humans could have been soldiers as well, perhaps, with more discipline then the motley crew. Maybe, but, they look sloppy indeed, they are not having the best time on their business that in turn raise a question about their value. The motley crew, well, a goblin could be helpful fighting their kin, and it seems that they could have more varied skills.....
Finally, Kugan approaches the trio "Hey, may I interrupt you? I saw you read the post on a job for hunting down the Hobgoblin at Cragkeep. If you are planning to go, I would like to join if you don't mind, I know the place, and I think we could get the best of our skills...I am Kugan Silveredge, nice to meet you all" He produces one of his best promising smiles.
Illia looks at Kugan and gave him a small smile, "Hello, my name is Illia and we were in fact planning to go, however we plan to talk it over some food. Would you like to join us?"
*****'s ears perk up as the newcomer Kugan introduces himself and joins in on their little informal streetside gab session, the hairy little Goblin looks up at him with an appraising look from head to foot, "well met Kugan, I am *****, a humble hedge-mage at your service." With that ***** falls silent and continues to work at his flea issue but continues to listen.
Kugan Silveredge
"Not me, *****, we all serve the Imp, one way or another, now, we can surely go to talk in a better place, what do you think about the Fallen Star? A friendly Inn if I correctly remember, and it's not far though"
***** scowls, "the Fallen Star, that dive, they will rob you blind they will... me and toots here were just inside, trust me you are not missing much. Should be plenty of other taverns about but what do I know, I am just a Grumkin. You all can go back there if you like and talk, I will wait out front of it and panhandle while you discuss things inside then when you all are ready to check out the notice for work you can grab me on your way back out and we all head there together."
Illia raises a brow, "If you wait outside then you won't eat, I'll pay for your food and mine I suppose. I have about... Ten gold, so I believe it will be enough yes?"
***** smiles at Illia, "oh so you do care," and gives a low chuckle, "don't worry about me toots I got five days worth of rations I've managed to horde so I won't starve or go without, at least until that runs out so don't you worry your pretty little head about *****. You all go on inside, eat, talk and enjoy yourselves and I will be just fine waiting for you. Besides," he raises an arm and sniffs at a pit sticking out his tongue, his face wrinkles up with a sour look, "I am a bit ripe for proper folk like you all, best I do not spoil your appetite."
Kugan Silveredge
"Don't play hard Mr *****" The Beastkin pats the Goblin on the shoulders "Come in with us, how we can discuss the business without you? Are you part of this new team or not? Don't let me beg you. If it is a problem of pieces, I have too, if it is a matter of folk, changing the Inn will not change that, we are what we are, and believe me, looks can be deceiving"
"So...what your final word?"
***** listens to Kugan and shrugs, "sure, whatever... if you all feel that I need to be inside for you to conduct your business, so be it if only to shut you up," giving the warrior a wide toothy grin followed by an over exaggerated bow as it to say, lead the way... ***** ready to follow them inside the tavern whenever they are ready.
"All this talk of food is making me hungry! Let's not talk about anymore, let's be about it!" Wolhana starts to walk off in a direction but almost immediately returns to the group.
"Um which way is the place we were going again?" He shrugs with a silly innocent grin across his face.
You all make your way to The Fallen Star tavern as the day enters the final hours of twilight, the sun starting to dip in the sea. As you enter, the waitress from earlier whom both Illia and ***** recognize, stares suspiciously at the group. That is, until she spots tall Kugan among you.
"Oh, isn't that Capt--... Kugan!" She corrects herself, coloring and clearly embarrassed at her slip up. "It's been too long since you last came! Please, do have a seat!"
She takes a look around, looking for a table large enough to hold you four, and surely enough there is a six-seat table in the corner of the tavern; she hurries to it with a cloth and starts wiping it clean.
"Any news from Dewspire? The couriers down here won't make the treks during the winter-months... Says snows block the paths, they do. Don't make the trips during Cloverclaw either, they says the melts make the swamps' mud deep as a horse. Can't really complain about the mud, I can't, but the snow? Best time o' the year to clear the marshes, I say! I have to plead to the passing bards and travelers to get any sort of information from the north this time o' the year!"
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***** keeps silent and grabs a spot at random as the table and tries his best not to be irritated by the serving wench prattling on like some love struck doe-eyed maiden over Kugan, the hairy little Goblin gives Illia an eye roll and folds his arms over his chest as he waits to turn his attention to the other patrons and such about in room around them.
Though there's plenty of room at the table, Wolhana takes a seat right up next to the shortest, and seemingly hairiest of the group. After eyeing the creature for a few seconds longer than warranted, he looks at Shank with no judgement, but genuine curiosity.
"So I suppose you're not from around here."
Illia glances at the woman and then at ***** seeing his eye roll and can't help but smirk to herself amused. She looks at the gold in her pouch then looks at the waitress, "How much for a two plates with chicken and some bread?" She asks, keeping her coin pouch tightly in her grasp. "And two drinks of course." If ***** goes to make any protest Illia gives him a look as she wants him to actually eat something and not just live off of rations.