Fastolph was at a loss for words. First he was not entirely sure if the Half-Orc had insulted him or if that was just the way with bards. Next the Elf woman, who turned out to have blue skin (blue of all colours!) was having a chat with the old crone before an entire debacle involving an Half-Elf and his debt and the lawbringer and whatnot. Then the Elf as well as the old crone and the Half-Orc got into it and it all ended up with the Half-Elf running out of town and people moving on to eat.
That alone would qualify as a weird day but the most intriguing part was when the old crone pulled out a handkerchief. The symbol of Legerdemain! Fastolph had sensed magic coming from the duo before but now he was more convinced than ever: this had to be the agent from the coven. The Half-Orc would be her bodyguard, added muscle he figured.
Fastolph moved when he saw the two, along with the blue-skinned Elf lady and two Humans (when did they pop up, he wondered) enter the tavern. After a beat or two, he entered the building as well and took a seat close enough to the crone and bard that he could overhear them without barging in on their conversation.
Keira couldn’t believe what had just happened. She almost was arrested! She tried to help someone! She meant a new friend! The absolute best part ever was the symbol!!!! She couldn’t believe her eyes! She just knew this had to be the one she was looking for!!
She couldn’t believe she was having an adventure so soon! She follows the others into the tavern. She must remember to give 3 gold to her new friend Lisalyth.
Oh! She must also thank the older lady for all her help!
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Settling in to a table at the tavern the half-orc orders a round of drinks for everyone.
Aerlian: "Join us," the crone replies to you, "it happened but never again," she adds giving you a hard look as if to say disagree at your peril before gesturing at an empty chair for you to sit. "We won't linger long," she adds. "Just waiting for our other friend to gather the nerve to join us," she calls out loudly for Fastolph to hear as the half-orc chuckles.
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Lisalyth is quite completely in awe of the old woman. As the group is seated, she manages to push herself to the chair right next to her, and sits with her elbows on the table and hands on her cheeks, just... Staring. Starry eyed.
"I... I don't know how much we should say but-- I just want to mention that I think you're amazing, and I would love to learn what you just did. That thing you did? Out there? It was just, wow. So cool. Extremely cool. And I'm a very good student, very good at learning, and I promise that when you're talking I can even be quiet I'm just-- Oh, oh. By the way, yes, I suppose, names are in order. I'm Lisalyth! Wait... Should we be saying our names? I'm afraid I'm all scattered at the moment..."
Aerlain squirms a little but then looks Lisalyth in the eyes saying in a hushed tone
"I'm going to assume that the fact we are all sitting around this table in the first place is because we all have a certain talent, shall we say? Well mine runs along the line of knowing what people are thinking. Like for example, I know that the half elf used a bowl of transmutation to change lesser coins to gold, and that our large companion finds you beautiful, although I have never actually spoken to him."
Aerlian pauses suddenly, looking apprehensively at the half orc, realising what he has just said.
"Well, I have been known to make the odd mistake, let's not dwell on this and let's have a drink shall we?"
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Lisalyth's eyes go wide, and her cheeks flush to a darker shade of blue as she sinks down in her chair and covers her face in her hands. She's never known people outside of those her family had visit, and so she's never felt this kind of mildly pleasant embarrassment.
"Well I-- I guess that, er-- I suppose that settles it-- And well-- I still don't think he deserved the treatment he got! And-- And--" She tries to change the subject, "Who is this Lawbringer, anyhow? Just hearing them talk about it... It frightened me a little..."
"I'm Henwyn and that bruiser there is Divis," the crone replies. You notice now her voice doesn't carry the age of her face or her movements either.
Something's off about both of them really. Dressed in travelers clothes they look worn but finely made. The half-orc is awkward in his movements like he's not use to the size of his limbs....
"He might be foolish but he was fooled by one of us with that bowl. That's the real guilty party here," Henwyn replies in a hushed tone, "but enough about this here," she adds looking around the tavern on at the quotidian masses. "Let's eat and on the road we'll talk," she adds looking around again for the tavern maid.
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Fastolph's ears perked up as the old crone called out to him. Given her demeanor, he was beginning to suspect she was not all that her looks claimed to be: old, a crone, human even... she did have illusion magic wrapped around her. And that bard as well: going by his playing, the bard aspect was either a ruse or he must be incredible talented to play so bad on purpose. Fastolph did not take extra time to ponder this as he moved towards the gathering of people at the table.
'It would have been improper to just barge in on your seatings without proper invite.' Fastolph said with a slight bow. 'But now that you have so graciously extended your invitation, please excuse my intrusion.'
Fastolph moved to take a seat, sparing a glance at each of the other participants at the table. 'Human. Human.' He said curtly yet courtly before eyeing over the third occupant. 'Blue Elf lady.' He continued with an undertone of wonder. 'My apologies, I did not catch the names. Mine is Fastolph Hammercoin and I believe we are all here for the same reason, yes?'
It was an intriguing bunch sitting here at this impromptu dinner meeting and Fastolph wondered what was going to happen next.
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Blue elf lady! Lisalyth's mouth pursed and she felt somewhat offended. She could simply be called 'elf'! Then, of course, she looked about the room and saw virtually no one with anything close to resembling a skin tone like her's. Maybe blue was weird. It wasn't in her family, where they all had blue or blue-violet, or blue-white skin, but maybe Moon Elves weren't as common as she imagined while growing up among them. Maybe that's why the half-orc -- Divis? -- had thought those things. She was strange, like a half-orc was somewhat strange. Maybe they could be friends? Then again, he was strange in an entirely different way, he didn't really look very comfortable in his own skin. Strange.
"I'd prefer Lisalyth please, Mr. Fastolph," She asserted gently, trying to be clear that she wasn't offended - but wanting to make sure he knew what to call her. There would be no 'Blue elf lady' any longer!
Henwyn asserted they quiet down about the real reason for their presence, and Lisalyth was beginning to understand why. When she had escaped her prison of a home, she had thought that perhaps it was only her family that took issue with magic. It was clear now that everyone had a problem with magic, to the point where they would do horribly horrific things to people because of it. Lisalyth did not need to be told twice to change the subject.
Besides, she was pretty hungry. She hoped food didn't cost much golden-round-metal-money.
"Food does sound good, I was only curious about the half elf, from what I know of the Lawbringers I would have tried to help him too. That isn't a fate I'd wish on someone. We had a lot of them come to the library back in Caorthann trying to catch people through their reading habits." Smiling to himself he carries on "That's when it comes in handy when you work there, they don't look twice at you. My family were so pleased when I got that job, especially uncle Colm, we learnt a lot from the books they had there."
He turns to Fastolph and smiles. "I am Aerlian, Human might get a bit confusing with more than one of us here." He turns to the other human at the table "I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name, please forgive my poor manners."
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Fastolph: Nothing else jumps out at you that you haven't already observed.
"Let's not talk about it anymore," Henwyn says to Aerlian her tone pointed but smiling softly. "Plenty of our folk do plenty of wrong to both sides," she adds in a hushed tone then holds a finger to her lips as the tavern maid comes over to the table.
Urging more introductions before she speaks to the tavern maid Henwyn then orders foods native to each race and another round of ales. The tavern maid looks curiously around at everyone before nodding and leaving to completel, you hope, Henwyn's request. Hen then sits quietly while Divis absentmindedly strums his lyre listening to everyone introduce themselves.
OOC: This will be my last post for awhile, maybe the night guys, but please introduce yourselves and figure out the flow of the now assembled group.
*Remember however you're in a place full of not friendly to magic users!*
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There's something exceedingly pleasant about this tavern, despite the very rightful misgivings she originally had based on the whole 'drag a man out kicking and screaming' thing. There's a constant buzz of noise and happenings, Divis playing his lyre, conversations across the room, the sounds of a cook busy somewhere in a kitchen out of sight. Lisalyth loves it, basks in it. She's been in silence too long, and it's hard not to just burst out into exuberance.
She manages to not burst somehow, but still can't keep her mouth shut: "Soooooo! You're from Caorthann too, Aerlian?" She knew the name of where she lived, but didn't have time to do much of a look around before hightailing it out, "And how about the rest of you?"
'Miss Lisalyth.' Fastolph corrected himself. 'It's just that a blue skinned Elf is quite the rarity to come by.' He paused. 'Anything blue skinned if you think about it.'
He gave a gentle nod towards Aerlian. He was about to address the last unknown member when something was said that drew his immediate attention. 'Wait, you are from Caorthann?' Fastolph looked at those seated around the table. 'Wait, are you all from Caorthann?'
Lisalyth shrugged off his comment with a small, "Are we rare? I wouldn't know, I guess... I pretty commonly see myself!" To her, these peach/white/brown skin folk were strange. But maybe she was the strange one. Maybe it didn't matter. Oh gosh, but wait-- What if it did matter? What if their group got into trouble and someone said "There was a blue elf with them"?! She mentally noted to try and learn a spell to disguise herself. She wondered if Hen would know such a thing.
"You're from Caorthann too, Mr. Fastolph? And what about you, Kiera?"
Sitting down at the table, Kiera leans back in her chair taking all the sights and sounds around her. She’s eavesddropping on all the conversations around her. She is fascinated by the older woman and her new friend, Lisalyth. She reaches into her sack of gold hidden underneath her travelers clock and pulls out 3 gold coins. She hands them to Lisalyth. Giving her a huge smile. Kiera knows she’s found a partner to have some real shenanigans with.
She can’t believe all she has done since she walked into Wingstaf. Her first adventure in trying to save the elf from the stocks! Then almost getting arrested! Then the mystery of the lawbringer! She just couldn’t wait to see what the rest of the day had in store for her.
She then turns her focus and friendly smile to the human and dwarf that joined the table. "Hello, I am Kiera Snowstorm. I'm from the mountain city of Labhras on the southeast outskirts of The White Waste. So you all are from the same part of Talamh."
Figuring that you are all from the same part to Talamh be it different districts or a many of miles from the White Waste you begin to think on your 'call' to Legerdemain. Was it focused on the north for a reason? As this question nibbles at the corners of your mind the food thankfully arrives and you tuck into your plates. Appearing before you oddly whatever dish you had in your mind's-eye to eat. You're not sure if the tavern keepers is a magic user or is just a good judge of races when it comes to food.
After you've had your fill of food and drink Divis and Henwyn rise up from the table.
"Shall we," Henwyn asks. "We have much ground to cover to reach Triskele," she explains. "A full day and night on the road is nothing these weary bones are looking forward too again," she adds sighing but her tone of voice jovial, almost chuckling as she speaks.
Divis visible rolls his dark brown eyes with a sigh as he moves with her away from the table towards the door. Divis however stops by the bar to pay the tab but before anyone can exit a fully armorer human woman appears in the doorway. She has a helmet under one arm and wears a golden cloak. Upon her spotlessly gleaming breastplate is a the symbol of Chauntea, A bundled bow of wheat but it's clutched by an armoured gauntlet. This, you know from stories or by sight within Caorthann of such warrens of Mystra, is a lawbringer's inquisitor. A lesser power amongst the church but still a person not to underestimate. Striding into the tavern she looks around before the halfling who owns the tavern but the man is settling you party's bill with Divis. The halfling excuses himself in the middle of exchanging coins to call out to her.
"Ah Warren Kimble," the elderly halfing calls out. "Please let me be the first to apologize," he begins. "It seems my men were too hasty in calling you..." he trails off as the human woman does not speak to the halfling no she only stares hard at Divis and Henwyn who are standing just feet away from her trying to leave the tavern. Henwyn glaces towards the door while Divis stands completely still.
OOC: Have you gotten up from the table? Are you standing with Divis and Henwyn? Let me know where people are positioned, GO!
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Fastolph was at a loss for words. First he was not entirely sure if the Half-Orc had insulted him or if that was just the way with bards. Next the Elf woman, who turned out to have blue skin (blue of all colours!) was having a chat with the old crone before an entire debacle involving an Half-Elf and his debt and the lawbringer and whatnot. Then the Elf as well as the old crone and the Half-Orc got into it and it all ended up with the Half-Elf running out of town and people moving on to eat.
That alone would qualify as a weird day but the most intriguing part was when the old crone pulled out a handkerchief. The symbol of Legerdemain! Fastolph had sensed magic coming from the duo before but now he was more convinced than ever: this had to be the agent from the coven. The Half-Orc would be her bodyguard, added muscle he figured.
Fastolph moved when he saw the two, along with the blue-skinned Elf lady and two Humans (when did they pop up, he wondered) enter the tavern. After a beat or two, he entered the building as well and took a seat close enough to the crone and bard that he could overhear them without barging in on their conversation.
William Brackwater: Human Fighter - The Windward Isles
Keira couldn’t believe what had just happened. She almost was arrested! She tried to help someone! She meant a new friend! The absolute best part ever was the symbol!!!! She couldn’t believe her eyes! She just knew this had to be the one she was looking for!!
She couldn’t believe she was having an adventure so soon! She follows the others into the tavern. She must remember to give 3 gold to her new friend Lisalyth.
Oh! She must also thank the older lady for all her help!
Settling in to a table at the tavern the half-orc orders a round of drinks for everyone.
Aerlian: "Join us," the crone replies to you, "it happened but never again," she adds giving you a hard look as if to say disagree at your peril before gesturing at an empty chair for you to sit. "We won't linger long," she adds. "Just waiting for our other friend to gather the nerve to join us," she calls out loudly for Fastolph to hear as the half-orc chuckles.
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Aerlian nods in acceptance at the old lady and sits down, he gives her a close inspection as he does.
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Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
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Lisalyth is quite completely in awe of the old woman. As the group is seated, she manages to push herself to the chair right next to her, and sits with her elbows on the table and hands on her cheeks, just... Staring. Starry eyed.
"I... I don't know how much we should say but-- I just want to mention that I think you're amazing, and I would love to learn what you just did. That thing you did? Out there? It was just, wow. So cool. Extremely cool. And I'm a very good student, very good at learning, and I promise that when you're talking I can even be quiet I'm just-- Oh, oh. By the way, yes, I suppose, names are in order. I'm Lisalyth! Wait... Should we be saying our names? I'm afraid I'm all scattered at the moment..."
Investigation on the Crone: 7
"And I am Aerlian, it is my pleasure to meet you all, this is a rare day I feel"
He pauses for a moment then leans towards the old lady and whispers
"I have one question - you knew all along he actually was guilty, but you still helped him, why?"
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Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
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"You can't know that!" Lisalyth's brows furrow at Aerlian, "I don't think he was guilty."
Aerlain squirms a little but then looks Lisalyth in the eyes saying in a hushed tone
"I'm going to assume that the fact we are all sitting around this table in the first place is because we all have a certain talent, shall we say? Well mine runs along the line of knowing what people are thinking. Like for example, I know that the half elf used a bowl of transmutation to change lesser coins to gold, and that our large companion finds you beautiful, although I have never actually spoken to him."
Aerlian pauses suddenly, looking apprehensively at the half orc, realising what he has just said.
"Well, I have been known to make the odd mistake, let's not dwell on this and let's have a drink shall we?"
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
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Lisalyth's eyes go wide, and her cheeks flush to a darker shade of blue as she sinks down in her chair and covers her face in her hands. She's never known people outside of those her family had visit, and so she's never felt this kind of mildly pleasant embarrassment.
"Well I-- I guess that, er-- I suppose that settles it-- And well-- I still don't think he deserved the treatment he got! And-- And--" She tries to change the subject, "Who is this Lawbringer, anyhow? Just hearing them talk about it... It frightened me a little..."
"I'm Henwyn and that bruiser there is Divis," the crone replies. You notice now her voice doesn't carry the age of her face or her movements either.
Something's off about both of them really. Dressed in travelers clothes they look worn but finely made. The half-orc is awkward in his movements like he's not use to the size of his limbs....
"He might be foolish but he was fooled by one of us with that bowl. That's the real guilty party here," Henwyn replies in a hushed tone, "but enough about this here," she adds looking around the tavern on at the quotidian masses. "Let's eat and on the road we'll talk," she adds looking around again for the tavern maid.
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Fastolph's ears perked up as the old crone called out to him. Given her demeanor, he was beginning to suspect she was not all that her looks claimed to be: old, a crone, human even... she did have illusion magic wrapped around her. And that bard as well: going by his playing, the bard aspect was either a ruse or he must be incredible talented to play so bad on purpose. Fastolph did not take extra time to ponder this as he moved towards the gathering of people at the table.
'It would have been improper to just barge in on your seatings without proper invite.' Fastolph said with a slight bow. 'But now that you have so graciously extended your invitation, please excuse my intrusion.'
Fastolph moved to take a seat, sparing a glance at each of the other participants at the table. 'Human. Human.' He said curtly yet courtly before eyeing over the third occupant. 'Blue Elf lady.' He continued with an undertone of wonder. 'My apologies, I did not catch the names. Mine is Fastolph Hammercoin and I believe we are all here for the same reason, yes?'
It was an intriguing bunch sitting here at this impromptu dinner meeting and Fastolph wondered what was going to happen next.
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William Brackwater: Human Fighter - The Windward Isles
Blue elf lady! Lisalyth's mouth pursed and she felt somewhat offended. She could simply be called 'elf'! Then, of course, she looked about the room and saw virtually no one with anything close to resembling a skin tone like her's. Maybe blue was weird. It wasn't in her family, where they all had blue or blue-violet, or blue-white skin, but maybe Moon Elves weren't as common as she imagined while growing up among them. Maybe that's why the half-orc -- Divis? -- had thought those things. She was strange, like a half-orc was somewhat strange. Maybe they could be friends? Then again, he was strange in an entirely different way, he didn't really look very comfortable in his own skin. Strange.
"I'd prefer Lisalyth please, Mr. Fastolph," She asserted gently, trying to be clear that she wasn't offended - but wanting to make sure he knew what to call her. There would be no 'Blue elf lady' any longer!
Henwyn asserted they quiet down about the real reason for their presence, and Lisalyth was beginning to understand why. When she had escaped her prison of a home, she had thought that perhaps it was only her family that took issue with magic. It was clear now that everyone had a problem with magic, to the point where they would do horribly horrific things to people because of it. Lisalyth did not need to be told twice to change the subject.
Besides, she was pretty hungry. She hoped food didn't cost much golden-round-metal-money.
"Food does sound good, I was only curious about the half elf, from what I know of the Lawbringers I would have tried to help him too. That isn't a fate I'd wish on someone. We had a lot of them come to the library back in Caorthann trying to catch people through their reading habits." Smiling to himself he carries on "That's when it comes in handy when you work there, they don't look twice at you. My family were so pleased when I got that job, especially uncle Colm, we learnt a lot from the books they had there."
He turns to Fastolph and smiles. "I am Aerlian, Human might get a bit confusing with more than one of us here." He turns to the other human at the table "I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name, please forgive my poor manners."
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Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
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Fastolph: Nothing else jumps out at you that you haven't already observed.
"Let's not talk about it anymore," Henwyn says to Aerlian her tone pointed but smiling softly. "Plenty of our folk do plenty of wrong to both sides," she adds in a hushed tone then holds a finger to her lips as the tavern maid comes over to the table.
Urging more introductions before she speaks to the tavern maid Henwyn then orders foods native to each race and another round of ales. The tavern maid looks curiously around at everyone before nodding and leaving to completel, you hope, Henwyn's request. Hen then sits quietly while Divis absentmindedly strums his lyre listening to everyone introduce themselves.
OOC: This will be my last post for awhile, maybe the night guys, but please introduce yourselves and figure out the flow of the now assembled group.
*Remember however you're in a place full of not friendly to magic users!*
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
There's something exceedingly pleasant about this tavern, despite the very rightful misgivings she originally had based on the whole 'drag a man out kicking and screaming' thing. There's a constant buzz of noise and happenings, Divis playing his lyre, conversations across the room, the sounds of a cook busy somewhere in a kitchen out of sight. Lisalyth loves it, basks in it. She's been in silence too long, and it's hard not to just burst out into exuberance.
She manages to not burst somehow, but still can't keep her mouth shut: "Soooooo! You're from Caorthann too, Aerlian?" She knew the name of where she lived, but didn't have time to do much of a look around before hightailing it out, "And how about the rest of you?"
'Miss Lisalyth.' Fastolph corrected himself. 'It's just that a blue skinned Elf is quite the rarity to come by.' He paused. 'Anything blue skinned if you think about it.'
He gave a gentle nod towards Aerlian. He was about to address the last unknown member when something was said that drew his immediate attention. 'Wait, you are from Caorthann?' Fastolph looked at those seated around the table. 'Wait, are you all from Caorthann?'
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Lisalyth shrugged off his comment with a small, "Are we rare? I wouldn't know, I guess... I pretty commonly see myself!" To her, these peach/white/brown skin folk were strange. But maybe she was the strange one. Maybe it didn't matter. Oh gosh, but wait-- What if it did matter? What if their group got into trouble and someone said "There was a blue elf with them"?! She mentally noted to try and learn a spell to disguise herself. She wondered if Hen would know such a thing.
"You're from Caorthann too, Mr. Fastolph? And what about you, Kiera?"
Sitting down at the table, Kiera leans back in her chair taking all the sights and sounds around her. She’s eavesddropping on all the conversations around her. She is fascinated by the older woman and her new friend, Lisalyth. She reaches into her sack of gold hidden underneath her travelers clock and pulls out 3 gold coins. She hands them to Lisalyth. Giving her a huge smile. Kiera knows she’s found a partner to have some real shenanigans with.
She can’t believe all she has done since she walked into Wingstaf. Her first adventure in trying to save the elf from the stocks! Then almost getting arrested! Then the mystery of the lawbringer! She just couldn’t wait to see what the rest of the day had in store for her.
She then turns her focus and friendly smile to the human and dwarf that joined the table. "Hello, I am Kiera Snowstorm. I'm from the mountain city of Labhras on the southeast outskirts of The White Waste. So you all are from the same part of Talamh."
Figuring that you are all from the same part to Talamh be it different districts or a many of miles from the White Waste you begin to think on your 'call' to Legerdemain. Was it focused on the north for a reason? As this question nibbles at the corners of your mind the food thankfully arrives and you tuck into your plates. Appearing before you oddly whatever dish you had in your mind's-eye to eat. You're not sure if the tavern keepers is a magic user or is just a good judge of races when it comes to food.
After you've had your fill of food and drink Divis and Henwyn rise up from the table.
"Shall we," Henwyn asks. "We have much ground to cover to reach Triskele," she explains. "A full day and night on the road is nothing these weary bones are looking forward too again," she adds sighing but her tone of voice jovial, almost chuckling as she speaks.
Divis visible rolls his dark brown eyes with a sigh as he moves with her away from the table towards the door. Divis however stops by the bar to pay the tab but before anyone can exit a fully armorer human woman appears in the doorway. She has a helmet under one arm and wears a golden cloak. Upon her spotlessly gleaming breastplate is a the symbol of Chauntea, A bundled bow of wheat but it's clutched by an armoured gauntlet. This, you know from stories or by sight within Caorthann of such warrens of Mystra, is a lawbringer's inquisitor. A lesser power amongst the church but still a person not to underestimate. Striding into the tavern she looks around before the halfling who owns the tavern but the man is settling you party's bill with Divis. The halfling excuses himself in the middle of exchanging coins to call out to her.
"Ah Warren Kimble," the elderly halfing calls out. "Please let me be the first to apologize," he begins. "It seems my men were too hasty in calling you..." he trails off as the human woman does not speak to the halfling no she only stares hard at Divis and Henwyn who are standing just feet away from her trying to leave the tavern. Henwyn glaces towards the door while Divis stands completely still.
OOC: Have you gotten up from the table? Are you standing with Divis and Henwyn? Let me know where people are positioned, GO!
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