The sound of hooves clopping in an easy trot arises outside before slowly coming to a stop. A single loud whinny is heard, followed by the faint sounds of someone dismounting from a saddle.
About a minute later, a human woman with jet black hair cautiously enters the tavern. She appears to be in her early twenties at most, her shoulder length hair mostly loose with a single long braid. Her build is lean but not particularly athletic, and she stands about five and a half feet tall, dressed in mostly black and green traveling clothes. She looks tired and a bit haggard as she approaches the bar, looking for whoever runs the place.
"Hello, both of you, and welcome. There is nothing to fear here sir, and hopefully, you can find some rest and relaxation here miss. There are many things you can find here, like beds for free, or a warm shower if you pay a bit more, I myself am only a patron here, but you can make some friends here." yerandell calls out with a friendly greeting and a wave.
Looking about and not immediately seeing anyone who seems to work in this establishment, the woman turns to the dwarf who called out a greeting and slowly makes her way towards him. When she speaks, her voice sounds rather raspy, as though it's been a long while since she's had anything to drink.
"Greetings, sir dwarf," she says with a short bow in an attempt at some formality, though the effect is somewhat tarnished when she follows it up with a soft cough. "I'm sorry for the trouble, but would you happen to know if this tavern has a stable where I could bring my horse? I've been searching for my caravan for two days now, ever since I got separated from them, but I'm afraid Hrogar and I both need some rest before we continue our search."
"I'm Jae Ambitt," the man says to Cloud. His face relaxes a little. "I am just surprised that there would be a tavern out here in Blackcrescent Forest, and that I've never heard of it, I guess." Jae's hand drops from his scabbard to rest at his side.
"Blackcrescent Forest?" the woman suddenly questions as she turns to face the strange man, having just overheard his response. Her eyes are wide with confusion, though she does a good job of keeping her face mostly neutral. "That's not possible. My caravan entered Dernal Forest a mere three days ago, and I haven't left its borders once in my search for them. I've never even heard of this Blackcrescent Forest you speak of."
"Blackcrescent Forest?" the woman suddenly questions as she turns to face the strange man, having just overheard his response. Her eyes are wide with confusion, though she does a good job of keeping her face mostly neutral. "That's not possible. My caravan entered Dernal Forest a mere three days ago, and I haven't left its borders once in my search for them. I've never even heard of this Blackcrescent Forest you speak of."
Jae blinks. "We're in Blackcrescent Forest right now, maam. I just came into the forest an hour or so ago, fle-"
He stops himself.
"Anyhow, I must admit I've never heard of this Dernal Forest, but I know for certain we are in Blackcrescent Forest."
A young Aasimar walks down the path and sees a tavern. She opens the door, and steps inside, before she can reach behind and close it, the wind closes it with a loud thud. She whips around, startling herself with the loud noise, realizing what happened she calmed down. She takes off her black hooded cloak onto a coat hanger by the door.
The blonde bard looked fairly young, probably in her late teens to young twenties. Under her cloak, she wore a nice costume, which was a white dress with different rosemaling patterns along the hemline. She had a lute on a strap behind her, and held in her hands a hat, with a few coins inside. Today she played on the street, but she wasn’t all too lucky and didn’t get much. But she figured it was just enough to get her something to eat or drink...hopefully. She walks farther in and sits down at the bar.
The dark-haired woman looks thoughtful for a moment, unconvinced by Jae's statement of certainty that they're currently within the Blackcrescent. She stops the newest arrival, the pale girl that looks no older than herself, with a question.
"Excuse me, but can you tell me where we are right now?"
The Aasimar thought about it, "Oh! Ummm..." she shrugs a bit and giggles, "Ya, sorry I'm not sure myself! I was with my theatre company traveling on the road. I got lost started to play on the street for money for a while. Wondered around and now my here!" she said with a grin. A while back she lost her theatre group of bards a while ago. But she remembers what next town they were going to perform at, some place called Woodenbrook. The poor bard wasn't really equipped with any real traveling supplies. Mostly just [play scripts, dancing shoes, and other things of that nature in her bag. She figured she would take a break before going there to regroup with the others. She looks back at the dark-hair woman, puzzled a bit. "Why? Do you not know where you are either?"she asks.
Nine-While-Nine throws off his hood and cloak, revealing the soft green and brown clothing beneath, far more carefully tailored than most of the clothing his kind wears. His bright black eyes crinkle with humor as he observes the exchange between the folk and the confusion over forests. Sorrow’s Clutch has told him much of this Tavern’s oddities, so he had been prepared when his path had led him here from his range in the Neverwinter woods.
The lean Kenku’s beak cracks open and the hearty laughter of a Dwarven lady he had known in Skullport issues forth, and he returns to fletching his arrows, his fingers moving more swiftly now that his task is almost done.
Nine finishes his last arrow, bundling the assorted shafts into two quivers whose leather is marked with spiraling designs of ivy and nesting birds. The old Kenku’s expression is one of satisfaction, and his deft hands rapidly clean the mess of his task from the table. His tea has grown cold, and he seems briefly surprised that he has been working so long. His beak issues forth a confused mewling kitten’s cry, followed by the grumbling of an old woman in Undercommon, as he sets up a small brazier and candle to warm the teapot again.
He pats his pockets for his tinderbox, and the grumbling intensified as it seems misplaced.
Catching sight of the Kenku's agitated state and seeing the impromptu hot plate set up under the teapot, the dark-haired woman takes a guess at what the trouble is. This was something she could help with, even if she was still uncertain of where she was.
With a whispered word and a snap of her fingers, she casts Prestidigitation to light the candle from a distance.
"well, the one who does run this tavern is a bit short-staffed at the moment but should be around soon to take your order. I once heard said that this was a magical part of the forest, and most larger forests connect to it. so you are in fact in both at pretty much the same time. If you would like, I can get you some water from my bag, or I might be able to whip some coffee up in there as well if you need anything stronger." Yerandell smiles sheepishly and turns a bit red in the face in embarrassment. "Since there are multiple bards here now, we could probably put on a fine performance if you wanted to."
When the candle lights, Nine is startled, but gratefully looks for the source. He opens his beak and issues the sound of applauding hands, and eagerly sets up the teapot to warm.
The dark-haired woman smiles at Nine's positive reception to her fire-lighting, but doesn't otherwise acknowledge that it was her who did it. She instead turns back to the dwarf, just in time to hear his comment about connected forests. Her face blanches ever so slightly as such an idea brings numerous unwelcome memories to her mind, but she does nod her understanding.
"Hmm...connected forests, you say? Sort of like fey crossings? This place isn't in the Feywild, is it?"
"Oh wow!" she said with a grin when the woman lights the candle. "You're really good! My friend is helping me with my spells, and they're really hard." she compliments. Finally, she takes a proper look at her hat to see what she all had. She dumps the contains onto the bar. One gold, one silver, and 3 copper. She smiles in satisfaction and slides it into her hand. She looks up at Yerandell and gasps, "You're a bard too?! Small world! Hey, you didn't happen to see a group of them walking around earlier did you?"
"No, I apologize. I have been in this tavern for a while now and can't exactly say that I did. we have had some interesting characters though. There is a storyteller here, and there once was a wizard here, but I'm not entirely sure where he's gone off to. What instrument do you play, if you don't mind me asking?"
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The sound of hooves clopping in an easy trot arises outside before slowly coming to a stop. A single loud whinny is heard, followed by the faint sounds of someone dismounting from a saddle.
About a minute later, a human woman with jet black hair cautiously enters the tavern. She appears to be in her early twenties at most, her shoulder length hair mostly loose with a single long braid. Her build is lean but not particularly athletic, and she stands about five and a half feet tall, dressed in mostly black and green traveling clothes. She looks tired and a bit haggard as she approaches the bar, looking for whoever runs the place.
"Hello, both of you, and welcome. There is nothing to fear here sir, and hopefully, you can find some rest and relaxation here miss. There are many things you can find here, like beds for free, or a warm shower if you pay a bit more, I myself am only a patron here, but you can make some friends here." yerandell calls out with a friendly greeting and a wave.
Looking about and not immediately seeing anyone who seems to work in this establishment, the woman turns to the dwarf who called out a greeting and slowly makes her way towards him. When she speaks, her voice sounds rather raspy, as though it's been a long while since she's had anything to drink.
"Greetings, sir dwarf," she says with a short bow in an attempt at some formality, though the effect is somewhat tarnished when she follows it up with a soft cough. "I'm sorry for the trouble, but would you happen to know if this tavern has a stable where I could bring my horse? I've been searching for my caravan for two days now, ever since I got separated from them, but I'm afraid Hrogar and I both need some rest before we continue our search."
"I'm Jae Ambitt," the man says to Cloud. His face relaxes a little. "I am just surprised that there would be a tavern out here in Blackcrescent Forest, and that I've never heard of it, I guess." Jae's hand drops from his scabbard to rest at his side.
And that's all I have to say about that.
"Blackcrescent Forest?" the woman suddenly questions as she turns to face the strange man, having just overheard his response. Her eyes are wide with confusion, though she does a good job of keeping her face mostly neutral. "That's not possible. My caravan entered Dernal Forest a mere three days ago, and I haven't left its borders once in my search for them. I've never even heard of this Blackcrescent Forest you speak of."
And that's all I have to say about that.
A young Aasimar walks down the path and sees a tavern. She opens the door, and steps inside, before she can reach behind and close it, the wind closes it with a loud thud. She whips around, startling herself with the loud noise, realizing what happened she calmed down. She takes off her black hooded cloak onto a coat hanger by the door.
The blonde bard looked fairly young, probably in her late teens to young twenties. Under her cloak, she wore a nice costume, which was a white dress with different rosemaling patterns along the hemline. She had a lute on a strap behind her, and held in her hands a hat, with a few coins inside. Today she played on the street, but she wasn’t all too lucky and didn’t get much. But she figured it was just enough to get her something to eat or drink...hopefully. She walks farther in and sits down at the bar.
The dark-haired woman looks thoughtful for a moment, unconvinced by Jae's statement of certainty that they're currently within the Blackcrescent. She stops the newest arrival, the pale girl that looks no older than herself, with a question.
"Excuse me, but can you tell me where we are right now?"
The Aasimar thought about it, "Oh! Ummm..." she shrugs a bit and giggles, "Ya, sorry I'm not sure myself! I was with my theatre company traveling on the road. I got lost started to play on the street for money for a while. Wondered around and now my here!" she said with a grin. A while back she lost her theatre group of bards a while ago. But she remembers what next town they were going to perform at, some place called Woodenbrook. The poor bard wasn't really equipped with any real traveling supplies. Mostly just [play scripts, dancing shoes, and other things of that nature in her bag. She figured she would take a break before going there to regroup with the others. She looks back at the dark-hair woman, puzzled a bit. "Why? Do you not know where you are either?" she asks.
"I thought I did, but I'm not so certain now..."
She'll turn back to dwarf who had first greeted her. "Do YOU know where we are?"
"And who does run this tavern?" Jae asks the dwarf.
And that's all I have to say about that.
Nine-While-Nine throws off his hood and cloak, revealing the soft green and brown clothing beneath, far more carefully tailored than most of the clothing his kind wears. His bright black eyes crinkle with humor as he observes the exchange between the folk and the confusion over forests. Sorrow’s Clutch has told him much of this Tavern’s oddities, so he had been prepared when his path had led him here from his range in the Neverwinter woods.
The lean Kenku’s beak cracks open and the hearty laughter of a Dwarven lady he had known in Skullport issues forth, and he returns to fletching his arrows, his fingers moving more swiftly now that his task is almost done.
Nine finishes his last arrow, bundling the assorted shafts into two quivers whose leather is marked with spiraling designs of ivy and nesting birds. The old Kenku’s expression is one of satisfaction, and his deft hands rapidly clean the mess of his task from the table. His tea has grown cold, and he seems briefly surprised that he has been working so long. His beak issues forth a confused mewling kitten’s cry, followed by the grumbling of an old woman in Undercommon, as he sets up a small brazier and candle to warm the teapot again.
He pats his pockets for his tinderbox, and the grumbling intensified as it seems misplaced.
Catching sight of the Kenku's agitated state and seeing the impromptu hot plate set up under the teapot, the dark-haired woman takes a guess at what the trouble is. This was something she could help with, even if she was still uncertain of where she was.
With a whispered word and a snap of her fingers, she casts Prestidigitation to light the candle from a distance.
Jae glances over at the beaked figure, taking in with interest his appearance.
"Excuse me for a moment," he tells the dwarf, then makes his way over to where the Kenku works.
And that's all I have to say about that.
"well, the one who does run this tavern is a bit short-staffed at the moment but should be around soon to take your order. I once heard said that this was a magical part of the forest, and most larger forests connect to it. so you are in fact in both at pretty much the same time. If you would like, I can get you some water from my bag, or I might be able to whip some coffee up in there as well if you need anything stronger." Yerandell smiles sheepishly and turns a bit red in the face in embarrassment. "Since there are multiple bards here now, we could probably put on a fine performance if you wanted to."
When the candle lights, Nine is startled, but gratefully looks for the source. He opens his beak and issues the sound of applauding hands, and eagerly sets up the teapot to warm.
The dark-haired woman smiles at Nine's positive reception to her fire-lighting, but doesn't otherwise acknowledge that it was her who did it. She instead turns back to the dwarf, just in time to hear his comment about connected forests. Her face blanches ever so slightly as such an idea brings numerous unwelcome memories to her mind, but she does nod her understanding.
"Hmm...connected forests, you say? Sort of like fey crossings? This place isn't in the Feywild, is it?"
"Oh wow!" she said with a grin when the woman lights the candle. "You're really good! My friend is helping me with my spells, and they're really hard." she compliments. Finally, she takes a proper look at her hat to see what she all had. She dumps the contains onto the bar. One gold, one silver, and 3 copper. She smiles in satisfaction and slides it into her hand. She looks up at Yerandell and gasps, "You're a bard too?! Small world! Hey, you didn't happen to see a group of them walking around earlier did you?"
"No, I apologize. I have been in this tavern for a while now and can't exactly say that I did. we have had some interesting characters though. There is a storyteller here, and there once was a wizard here, but I'm not entirely sure where he's gone off to. What instrument do you play, if you don't mind me asking?"