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."
***** looks at Wolhana and considers his question, "I am from down-wind, a local born and city-bred through and through. Used to be a wealthy merchant before my wife left me for some tall handsome young knight but you know how fickle Elf-maids can be in regard to such matters of the heart. Anway, she married him and moved up north, hear tell she is fat now with a half dozen tapestry-rats so I am sure she is content with her lot in life. As for myself I gave away my wealth and lands, etc. to devote myself to becoming a dedicated mummer and morris dancer serving the poor and downtrodden who live on the streets and back alleys of this fair town bring them light and laughter with a smile, a merry tune or jig to lighten the darkness in their otherwise miserable lives."
The hairy little Goblin hears Illia give their order to the serving wench, ***** just grins at her and gives her a wink, "sounds good to me toots but make my drink a tankard of the cheapest rotgut ale or whatever hard swill they carry,"surprisingly agreeable and not complaining as he continues to eye the establishment and its various patrons.
The waitress stops her chattering at Illia's inquiry, and she thinks for a moment, finger on her lip. "Well, if you're asking for regular portions of chicken, the whole of it would cost 7 silver... But if you're asking for two whole chickens, like the lass over there did, it would cost you 19 silver."
She turns to listen to the goblin's request. "Sadly we only carry locally brewed ale these days. Nobody finds profit coming this far south during winter, and nobody's come north from further south in quite some time... I wonder if there's trouble brewing down there..." She laughs a little at her accidental pun.
***** looks up at the serving wench, "the lady spoke clear enough with the order, two regular portions... plates as indicated if you please... thank you kindly."
Illia holds up a gold piece, "Would this cover the food and our drinks, water for me and a tankard of ale for him?" She looks at the waitress, holding the gold piece in view of the waitress.
***** continues to look around at the other patrons in the establishment while he listens closely to what the little group assembled at the table have to say. With nothing better to do and little coin, the Goblin is ready to join up with them and see where it takes them and the idea of starting with or following up the merc job thing works so if he gets a vote will throw down along those lines. When the food comes along ***** will concentrate on the task and hand, eat his plate clean as fast as he can in his standard pig-like fashion.
***** perks up and pipes up, "what, ask a question and not throw something out on the table," hahaha, "well I got a couple, The Reavers, The Dungeaters, The Professionals, or the one I like the best The Magnificient Bastards!" The Goblin gives Illia a playful wink, "thanks for the grub toots, got to say for a looker you are a real sport, I owe you one."
Kugan smirk at the maiden who almost recognize him "Yes I am, not the Captain of course and...mh" The Beastkin clear his throat, it is quite obvious that mentioning his time in the army makes him a bit uncomfortable "No, no news from Dewspire but me and my friends are headed there, we hope to not find the roads too heavy"
Kugan sits at the table and orders one portion of chicken and a tankard of ale. He listens to *****'s story, a bit sad he is tall too, but he is not sure how sincere is the Goblin in his speech.
Insight to *****: 7
The other Beastkin of the crew draws him to more close matters.
"Ahah, the Magnificent Bastards, I like your spirit *****, let be fancier.....Fab Four? Anyone like it? I mean, for me its the same, it will be just a scratch on a paper.."
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*****'s gaze meets Kugan as the soldier gives him a stink-eye, (I am sizing you up kind of look) after the Goblin's rather outlandish if not totally absurd tall tale concerning his backstory. The Goblin only just able to keep a straight face.
Player Note: ***** makes a Persuasian Roll contest Kugan's Insight Roll (*****'s roll is at disadvantage to be fair since he was being sarcastic as hell but some people don't get sarcasm so I hope this is agreeable to Kugan and our esteemed DM to let Kugan gauge his reaction from the results of both). BS Roll3 so the whole story should appear rather flimsy and fabricated based on a comparison, congrats on uncovering two of Skanks personality flaws... I say whatever comes to my mind. I lie about almost everything even when there's no good reason.
***** smiles at Illia curiously, "what about you toots, you got any ideas or suggestions for a name?"
"Magnificent Bastard's..." pondering the words as they hang in the air, "Mercenaries for hire! That just rolls off the tongue, doesn't it? Great! there's no way we'll get turned away with a name like that!"
Illia looks thoughtful and leans back in her seat, folding her arms across her chest. "Hm, I have no suggestions as of the moment, perhaps we should just come up with something simple for now. After all, there is plenty of time to come up with a group name, you all can continue to try out suggestions as I have none of my own. I see this as a job to get paid where I need the money and it is quite obvious we all generally need the gold. Am I correct?" She looks at them all, seeming honest with every word that she says.
***** give Illia a wide toothy grin, "fair enough then, want a mercenary name, suggesting a mercenary name, don't give a fig and don't think we need a name. Nothing like making decisions,"he laughs, "don't care for making them myself... nasty things decisions... always trouble but otherwise appears we are all broke or damn near there, need to earn some scratch and the merc job seems as good as any way to do it... at least that I take we can agree on so not much to discuss is there now? Looks like all we can really do is just eat up and head out... hit the head... hit the trail... maybe take a wrong turn or two and join up... shall we?"
Overall the hairy Goblin may perhaps seem rather amused by the group and not overly serious about anyone or anything, mayhap even a few arrows short of a full quiver.
The waitress comes back with a glass of water, a loaf of bread, two ales, three plates of chicken, and a grilled trout. It takes her a few trips to bring it all out, but the food is piping hot and smells delicious. She then gives Illia each 4 silver and copper pieces; she also gives Kugan his change.
Before leaving to tend to other tavern patrons, the waitress winks at Kugan and quips, "The fish is on the house!".
***** watches and listens to the waitress waiting for her to walk away then looks to Kugan, "what the nine hells of burning wood nymphs was that all about? Some kind of twisted code that she gets off at 9 bells and will meet you around back."The Goblin laughs, "just having fun with ya," and grabs his plate of grub and gobbles it all down like a pig in no time flat then takes a big swig of ale and lets out a rather loud disgusting belch as he watches the others eat at a normal pace. Patiently waiting (slowly nursing his ale) for them to eat their fill and push their plates aside before pointing and asking in a gruff but polite voice, "you gonna finish that?" Then if permitted lick their plates clean...
Kugan eyes the waitress puzzly but he is not so stupid to questioning free meal here, he shrugs and looks at ***** "No mate, nothing I remember at least, so, nothing memorable eh"
He hands the chicken and tastes the ale "Not bad.....not cheap but fine food and ale....uh ehm....so, I know ***** and you? Illia, Wolhana, what brings you here in Duskport?"
Wolhana takes a pair of chopsticks out of his waistband and proceeds to address the group with mouthfuls of fish"Just passing through-mmph. I've bounced around from one place to another often enough to know that there's good to be done in any mmph-place. Luckily enough I've found you all, and if we end up-mmf taking that job in the listing, well, I'm not opposed to taking payment for lending a hand where it's mmph-needed."
Wolhana passes his empty plate to *****, not that there's anything to lick but a few fish bones.
"Excuse me, miss, as long as the fish is free... could you keep it coming?"
The waitress glares at greedy Wolhana. "Sure, I can do that. Just go fish some first, why don't ya? I'll cook it for you." She turns to Kugan, finally snapping about all the trash talk you guys have been doing about the tavern's prices. "What d'ya mean, not cheap? We still have fair prices here! You go anywhere else in town, they'll charge you twice, nay, thrice this price! With the merchants not coming by and all, everything but seafood is upsold!"
"The merchants aren't coming? This doesn't have anything to do with the hobgoblin problem to the south does it? No wonder they're willing to pay so well for reinforcements!"
"Speaking of which, we're on our way to register our aid!"
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The waitress stops her chattering at Illia's inquiry, and she thinks for a moment, finger on her lip. "Well, if you're asking for regular portions of chicken, the whole of it would cost 7 silver... But if you're asking for two whole chickens, like the lass over there did, it would cost you 19 silver."
She turns to listen to the goblin's request. "Sadly we only carry locally brewed ale these days. Nobody finds profit coming this far south during winter, and nobody's come north from further south in quite some time... I wonder if there's trouble brewing down there..." She laughs a little at her accidental pun.
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***** looks up at the serving wench, "the lady spoke clear enough with the order, two regular portions... plates as indicated if you please... thank you kindly."
Illia holds up a gold piece, "Would this cover the food and our drinks, water for me and a tankard of ale for him?" She looks at the waitress, holding the gold piece in view of the waitress.
"More than aplenty!" She replies quickly, with a laugh. "I'll even have to bring you change!"
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Illia smiles and places the gold piece in the waitress's hand, "Of course, thank you ma'am." She says politely.
***** continues to look around at the other patrons in the establishment while he listens closely to what the little group assembled at the table have to say. With nothing better to do and little coin, the Goblin is ready to join up with them and see where it takes them and the idea of starting with or following up the merc job thing works so if he gets a vote will throw down along those lines. When the food comes along ***** will concentrate on the task and hand, eat his plate clean as fast as he can in his standard pig-like fashion.
***** whines, "oh the food, bring on the food."
"Any idea what we should call ourselves when we register our mercenary company"? Wolhana offers the question, attempting to be helpful.
***** perks up and pipes up, "what, ask a question and not throw something out on the table," hahaha, "well I got a couple, The Reavers, The Dungeaters, The Professionals, or the one I like the best The Magnificient Bastards!" The Goblin gives Illia a playful wink, "thanks for the grub toots, got to say for a looker you are a real sport, I owe you one."
Kugan Silveredge
Kugan smirk at the maiden who almost recognize him "Yes I am, not the Captain of course and...mh" The Beastkin clear his throat, it is quite obvious that mentioning his time in the army makes him a bit uncomfortable "No, no news from Dewspire but me and my friends are headed there, we hope to not find the roads too heavy"
Kugan sits at the table and orders one portion of chicken and a tankard of ale. He listens to *****'s story, a bit sad he is tall too, but he is not sure how sincere is the Goblin in his speech.
Insight to *****: 7
The other Beastkin of the crew draws him to more close matters.
"Ahah, the Magnificent Bastards, I like your spirit *****, let be fancier.....Fab Four? Anyone like it? I mean, for me its the same, it will be just a scratch on a paper.."
*****'s gaze meets Kugan as the soldier gives him a stink-eye, (I am sizing you up kind of look) after the Goblin's rather outlandish if not totally absurd tall tale concerning his backstory. The Goblin only just able to keep a straight face.
Player Note: ***** makes a Persuasian Roll contest Kugan's Insight Roll (*****'s roll is at disadvantage to be fair since he was being sarcastic as hell but some people don't get sarcasm so I hope this is agreeable to Kugan and our esteemed DM to let Kugan gauge his reaction from the results of both). BS Roll 3 so the whole story should appear rather flimsy and fabricated based on a comparison, congrats on uncovering two of Skanks personality flaws... I say whatever comes to my mind. I lie about almost everything even when there's no good reason.
***** smiles at Illia curiously, "what about you toots, you got any ideas or suggestions for a name?"
"Magnificent Bastard's..." pondering the words as they hang in the air, "Mercenaries for hire! That just rolls off the tongue, doesn't it? Great! there's no way we'll get turned away with a name like that!"
Illia looks thoughtful and leans back in her seat, folding her arms across her chest. "Hm, I have no suggestions as of the moment, perhaps we should just come up with something simple for now. After all, there is plenty of time to come up with a group name, you all can continue to try out suggestions as I have none of my own. I see this as a job to get paid where I need the money and it is quite obvious we all generally need the gold. Am I correct?" She looks at them all, seeming honest with every word that she says.
***** give Illia a wide toothy grin, "fair enough then, want a mercenary name, suggesting a mercenary name, don't give a fig and don't think we need a name. Nothing like making decisions," he laughs, "don't care for making them myself... nasty things decisions... always trouble but otherwise appears we are all broke or damn near there, need to earn some scratch and the merc job seems as good as any way to do it... at least that I take we can agree on so not much to discuss is there now? Looks like all we can really do is just eat up and head out... hit the head... hit the trail... maybe take a wrong turn or two and join up... shall we?"
Overall the hairy Goblin may perhaps seem rather amused by the group and not overly serious about anyone or anything, mayhap even a few arrows short of a full quiver.
The waitress comes back with a glass of water, a loaf of bread, two ales, three plates of chicken, and a grilled trout. It takes her a few trips to bring it all out, but the food is piping hot and smells delicious. She then gives Illia each 4 silver and copper pieces; she also gives Kugan his change.
Before leaving to tend to other tavern patrons, the waitress winks at Kugan and quips, "The fish is on the house!".
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***** watches and listens to the waitress waiting for her to walk away then looks to Kugan, "what the nine hells of burning wood nymphs was that all about? Some kind of twisted code that she gets off at 9 bells and will meet you around back." The Goblin laughs, "just having fun with ya," and grabs his plate of grub and gobbles it all down like a pig in no time flat then takes a big swig of ale and lets out a rather loud disgusting belch as he watches the others eat at a normal pace. Patiently waiting (slowly nursing his ale) for them to eat their fill and push their plates aside before pointing and asking in a gruff but polite voice, "you gonna finish that?" Then if permitted lick their plates clean...
Kugan Silverdge
Kugan eyes the waitress puzzly but he is not so stupid to questioning free meal here, he shrugs and looks at ***** "No mate, nothing I remember at least, so, nothing memorable eh"
He hands the chicken and tastes the ale "Not bad.....not cheap but fine food and ale....uh ehm....so, I know ***** and you? Illia, Wolhana, what brings you here in Duskport?"
Wolhana takes a pair of chopsticks out of his waistband and proceeds to address the group with mouthfuls of fish"Just passing through-mmph. I've bounced around from one place to another often enough to know that there's good to be done in any mmph-place. Luckily enough I've found you all, and if we end up-mmf taking that job in the listing, well, I'm not opposed to taking payment for lending a hand where it's mmph-needed."
Wolhana passes his empty plate to *****, not that there's anything to lick but a few fish bones.
"Excuse me, miss, as long as the fish is free... could you keep it coming?"
The waitress glares at greedy Wolhana. "Sure, I can do that. Just go fish some first, why don't ya? I'll cook it for you." She turns to Kugan, finally snapping about all the trash talk you guys have been doing about the tavern's prices. "What d'ya mean, not cheap? We still have fair prices here! You go anywhere else in town, they'll charge you twice, nay, thrice this price! With the merchants not coming by and all, everything but seafood is upsold!"
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"The merchants aren't coming? This doesn't have anything to do with the hobgoblin problem to the south does it? No wonder they're willing to pay so well for reinforcements!"
"Speaking of which, we're on our way to register our aid!"