In need of a group (5) to protect and transport a wagon full of provisions and gear to the city of Phandalin. Pay is 10 Gold Pieces to each member of the contract, payment upon successful delivery to Barthen’s Provisionin’s in Phandalin. All parties interested please meet me at the Driftwood Tavern on 5th Eleint.
Answering the call for gold, you walk alone to the Driftwood Tavern. Light pouring in through the dust caked windows, fires at full flame in both hearths. Floor to ceiling casks of ale, with taps that are handled with the expert hands of Madame Rosene. The madame, seeing you pour in one by one, all seeming to not know each other, but at the same time cut from the same cloth, she calls out to you, “You must be the lot bidding for the contract to Phandalin. Over there, speak to the Dwarf.” You see as she points to a cozy spot in the back by one of the hearths, and then turns back to her business of getting ale for a customer.
As you approach the dwarf stands, with his arm outstretched. “Allo the names Gundren, Gundren Rockseeker. This here is my companion Sildar.” A human standing behind the dwarf gives a simple nod, you can hear the chink of his chain as he moves. “I’m glad you could answer my call. My brothers and I are needing this wagon in Phandalin on the hustle. Much business to attend to.” He sits down after shaking each of your hands. “So what say you, escort and protect the wagon, earn some gold, and at least a night on me in Phandalin. It’s a new up and coming community, thanks to the Rockseekr brothers.” The dwarf smiles at each of you as you take your seat, a sense of pride and excitement beaming from him, from his very core.
Crane wasn't technically supposed to be in here, but she wasn't going to let the opportunity to get out of this town. Maybe go to a place where she could start anew. Or a place where she could find answers. Whatever was in Phandalin, she figured, it had to be better than this joint. So, she had gussied herself up in a cloak, concealed her face, and hid her dulcimer outside so that the owner wouldn't know it was her, and walked right in. A part of her expected to be spotted right away but -- no. She'd been able to get to the table, and now she was sitting and listening to (hopefully) her new boss.
"Not a problem,"Crane speaks quietly, and in a made-up accent - just in case one of the bar staff can hear them,"I'm sure we'll be more than capable, considering what I know of my new companions here. Can't quite help but guess that this armored human fellow is not the other Rockseeker, hm? Your brother awaits you in Phandalin, I take it?"
The dwarf gives a deep laugh, the kind that comes from deep in the belly and flows all the way up to the eyes. After a few seconds of laughing Sildar joins in with a bright smile, showing near perfect white teeth, and a chuckle. "While I'm no dwarf, you could say I'm kin to this old fella. We've been friends and companions for far to long." Sildar speaks through chuckles. "And as long as you keep paying me Gun, we'll continue to stay friends."
"HA!! You swindling fool. Keep that sword arm in top shape and you'll continue to have your gold." Gundren says while looking up to his friend. Then looking back at Crane, "Nay. Sildar is not my 'rightful' brother," using air quotes when he says rightful, "he is a good man. But yes the other two Rockseer brothers are in Phandalin. I came up to Neverwinter in order to get some provisions and other mining equipment that we need, and hire a lot to escort our purchases back to the town. If we come to an agreement, Sildar and I will head out post haste. We need to hurry back and take care of some business."
Trick took a seat against the wall. Already relatively small as a halfling, he curled up even smaller in the chair, holding his knees to his chest. The only feature one could really make out are dark green eyes peeking out from under the hood of his cloak, eyes shifting back and forth keeping tabs on everyone in the bar. It was commonly understood that if you don't mess with Trick, Trick doesn't mess with you. For the most part, at least.
His voice comes out scratchy, as if it he'd gone days without speaking. The sound is muffled slightly by him talking directly into his cloak. "What use do you have for us then? You already have a capable bodyguard here."
"Now now little one!" Crane wags her finger at the small shape in the corner, her other hand clutching the cloak around her face to keep it from shifting and revealing herself,"Listening is half of a good conversation! We're being charged with the supply wagon, not Master Rockseeker himself. They'll be heading back for business, faster without a wagon, and we'll be following behind. But... That does raise an excellent question: How many days by wagon is this going to take us?"
"Aye the lass is right, I need you to guard the wagon. Sildar here can handle guarding me." Then looking back at Crane, and the rest of the group. "It would take you and wagon anywhere between eight and ten days to reach Phandalin. Taking the High Road makes it a fairly easy trip to be honest."
"Oh. It doesn't make sense to me that you would entrust your wares with a band of misfits you just met. But who am I to judge?" Trick replies harshly.
'I wonder what we're transporting...' Trick thinks, gauging the relative status of this dwarf. 'There must be something valuable to be paying 50 gold pieces just to ensure its safety. Especially if this is supposed to be an "easy trip." A heist would be difficult with Miss Goody-Two-Shoes around, though... Then again, if rumors are true, she's not that nice herself. Might should keep on her good side for now...'
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"Someone get this child a drink!"Crane's tone is light, and though she pokes fun at Trick, it's clear she holds no malice to it,"I do believe this temper may need to be watered down a tad!"
If this little halfling ruins my chances of getting out of this place, I swear to Chih Shih that I'll wrap him up like a birthday present.
"And that was the High Road you said, Master Rockseeker?"She considers what she knows about the roads around Neverwinter, particularly 'The High Road', and what kinds of folk tend to travel it.
"I'm hiring your.. band of misfits... as you call it because I believe we would operate under the assumption that you are needing work, and I am paying you for said work. There's also the fact that if our wares don't make it to Phandalin we could always go through the hassle of hiring people to come and find you and get our money back, but that would be a headache for me, as well as you. The whole needing to look over your shoulder and stuff... it's not fun so lets keep it simple for all of us." Gundren states extremely matter-of-the-factly as he looks at the Halfling. Then with a pause to let his words sink in he looks back at Crane, with his original demeanor. "Aye miss. The High Road, beautiful country if you have the time to look around."
You've heard of the High Road. You know its a major road way that starts way up north past Neverwinter, and follows the coast and goes south past Waterdeep and ends around Trollbark Forrest. You know people typically use this to move back and forth from Neverwinter to Waterdeep.
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It is all Clarion can do to keep from putting an arrow through the heart of this Dwarf. His grudge against the Zankari dwarf clan makes it difficult for him to deal with ANY dwarfs but he really needs the money to pay off some debts so he calms himself and says. "Ok, if your money is good we can start. What are we waiting for? Let's get this caravan moving." He prides himself in self control so he starts planning the journey in his mind and leaves the difficult thoughts behind. Still as he is about to relax he takes one last close look at the Dwarf and his companion.
"Well hang on there, friend, I think we're best to get all of our questions sorted, and our identities assigned before we just fire out onto the open road,"Crane holds out a hand to calm Clarion's rush, "You said that the High Road would take eight to ten days, that's great, but... Out of curiosity -- Is there a faster route?"
With this comment, Wracoria turns to Crane. "The ease of the journey matters just as much as it's length. What's an extra day or two if the high road is as pleasant a journey as he claims?"
Wracoria's gaze then turns to Clarion. The discomfort was clear in his voice but she dared not confront him about such things with the present company, despite the now festering fears of what this could forebode of in the journey ahead.
Not wanting to make the situation any more tense, Wracoria swiftly averts her eyes back to speak again to Crane "Call me a fool for this if you will, but I think we should trust the dwarf. I can't imagine any good reason he'd send his own wagon down a treacherous path"
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"I appreciate your input, but I'm merely attempting to gather all of the facts. If you can tell me about the other paths to Phandalin, I'm happy to hear it... But I imagine that a Rockseeker is likely to know every route at our disposal in order to get to Phandalin, of all places. I for one know I've never been, but perhaps the lot of you are more well-traveled, so you'll need to forgive my illiteracy in the ways of the road."
"You're a fool," Trick mutters under his breath. Then, speaking up, "She's playing it smart. Don't do anything unless you have all available information. And the sooner we can get this over with the better, so if a quicker path exists..."
Crane smiles and joins her fingers together, resting her chin on her joined hands. Trick had the smart of it, it seemed. The faster they could finish the job, the higher their 'hourly rate' was. That meant they'd be getting more money spending less time-- Which meant they had more time to earn money down other avenues. Avenues which hopefully weren't quite as tapped out as Neverwinter seemed to be these days.
"It's at least nice to weigh our options," She adds, all smiles.
"Flattery will get you everywhere my dear, so will a good cask of ale." Gundren says to Crane. "That's a smart idea, there's many ways to skin aBulettebut only one will get you the best materials." Speaking just to Trick. Then to the rest of the group. "I don't know of any way through the Neverwinter Woods and then onto Phandalin. It could be possible, but i would have to say it could add an extra ten day to the journey, maybe more. I would say the High Road is really the best and only option. If there are no other questions, Sildar and I should be off. Plenty to do and not enough time."
Nothing would have been gained from the Perception from earlier. We'll use your roll as an insight for now, and he seems pretty genuine. He's a business man, and while he's not forth coming with exactly what business he's doing in Phandalin he is very legitimate.
Addressing their new employers, Trick speaks once more, his voice still a little raspy. "One last question. Will a horse to draw the wagon be provided, or are we expected to pull it along?"
"Haha." The Dwarf and Human give a laugh. "Aye my friend, there will be a horse drawing the wagon." The Dwarf stands and looks at the group of adventurers, "Well I will be seeing you lot in Phandalin soon. The wagon will be here soon. Madame Rosene will provide you lot with an ale, on me." The Gundren and Salidar make their way out of the tavern, paying Madame Rosene with a pouch of gold and few words on their exit.
You all notice that the duo mount a pair of horses, Gundren on a smaller Chestnut and Salidar on a gray warhorse.
Madame Rosene walks over, "Mitch will be here soon with your charge. Gundren wanted me to pour a round for you all on him." She says as she starts laying tankards on the table in front of each of you. "Let me know if you need anything."
In need of a group (5) to protect and transport a wagon full of provisions and gear to the city of Phandalin.
Pay is 10 Gold Pieces to each member of the contract, payment upon successful delivery to Barthen’s Provisionin’s in Phandalin.
All parties interested please meet me at the Driftwood Tavern on 5th Eleint.
Answering the call for gold, you walk alone to the Driftwood Tavern. Light pouring in through the dust caked windows, fires at full flame in both hearths. Floor to ceiling casks of ale, with taps that are handled with the expert hands of Madame Rosene. The madame, seeing you pour in one by one, all seeming to not know each other, but at the same time cut from the same cloth, she calls out to you, “You must be the lot bidding for the contract to Phandalin. Over there, speak to the Dwarf.” You see as she points to a cozy spot in the back by one of the hearths, and then turns back to her business of getting ale for a customer.
As you approach the dwarf stands, with his arm outstretched. “Allo the names Gundren, Gundren Rockseeker. This here is my companion Sildar.” A human standing behind the dwarf gives a simple nod, you can hear the chink of his chain as he moves. “I’m glad you could answer my call. My brothers and I are needing this wagon in Phandalin on the hustle. Much business to attend to.” He sits down after shaking each of your hands. “So what say you, escort and protect the wagon, earn some gold, and at least a night on me in Phandalin. It’s a new up and coming community, thanks to the Rockseekr brothers.” The dwarf smiles at each of you as you take your seat, a sense of pride and excitement beaming from him, from his very core.
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Crane wasn't technically supposed to be in here, but she wasn't going to let the opportunity to get out of this town. Maybe go to a place where she could start anew. Or a place where she could find answers. Whatever was in Phandalin, she figured, it had to be better than this joint. So, she had gussied herself up in a cloak, concealed her face, and hid her dulcimer outside so that the owner wouldn't know it was her, and walked right in. A part of her expected to be spotted right away but -- no. She'd been able to get to the table, and now she was sitting and listening to (hopefully) her new boss.
"Not a problem," Crane speaks quietly, and in a made-up accent - just in case one of the bar staff can hear them, "I'm sure we'll be more than capable, considering what I know of my new companions here. Can't quite help but guess that this armored human fellow is not the other Rockseeker, hm? Your brother awaits you in Phandalin, I take it?"
The dwarf gives a deep laugh, the kind that comes from deep in the belly and flows all the way up to the eyes. After a few seconds of laughing Sildar joins in with a bright smile, showing near perfect white teeth, and a chuckle. "While I'm no dwarf, you could say I'm kin to this old fella. We've been friends and companions for far to long." Sildar speaks through chuckles. "And as long as you keep paying me Gun, we'll continue to stay friends."
"HA!! You swindling fool. Keep that sword arm in top shape and you'll continue to have your gold." Gundren says while looking up to his friend. Then looking back at Crane, "Nay. Sildar is not my 'rightful' brother," using air quotes when he says rightful, "he is a good man. But yes the other two Rockseer brothers are in Phandalin. I came up to Neverwinter in order to get some provisions and other mining equipment that we need, and hire a lot to escort our purchases back to the town. If we come to an agreement, Sildar and I will head out post haste. We need to hurry back and take care of some business."
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Trick took a seat against the wall. Already relatively small as a halfling, he curled up even smaller in the chair, holding his knees to his chest. The only feature one could really make out are dark green eyes peeking out from under the hood of his cloak, eyes shifting back and forth keeping tabs on everyone in the bar. It was commonly understood that if you don't mess with Trick, Trick doesn't mess with you. For the most part, at least.
His voice comes out scratchy, as if it he'd gone days without speaking. The sound is muffled slightly by him talking directly into his cloak. "What use do you have for us then? You already have a capable bodyguard here."
"Now now little one!" Crane wags her finger at the small shape in the corner, her other hand clutching the cloak around her face to keep it from shifting and revealing herself, "Listening is half of a good conversation! We're being charged with the supply wagon, not Master Rockseeker himself. They'll be heading back for business, faster without a wagon, and we'll be following behind. But... That does raise an excellent question: How many days by wagon is this going to take us?"
"Aye the lass is right, I need you to guard the wagon. Sildar here can handle guarding me." Then looking back at Crane, and the rest of the group. "It would take you and wagon anywhere between eight and ten days to reach Phandalin. Taking the High Road makes it a fairly easy trip to be honest."
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"Oh. It doesn't make sense to me that you would entrust your wares with a band of misfits you just met. But who am I to judge?" Trick replies harshly.
'I wonder what we're transporting...' Trick thinks, gauging the relative status of this dwarf. 'There must be something valuable to be paying 50 gold pieces just to ensure its safety. Especially if this is supposed to be an "easy trip." A heist would be difficult with Miss Goody-Two-Shoes around, though... Then again, if rumors are true, she's not that nice herself. Might should keep on her good side for now...'
"Someone get this child a drink!" Crane's tone is light, and though she pokes fun at Trick, it's clear she holds no malice to it, "I do believe this temper may need to be watered down a tad!"
If this little halfling ruins my chances of getting out of this place, I swear to Chih Shih that I'll wrap him up like a birthday present.
"And that was the High Road you said, Master Rockseeker?" She considers what she knows about the roads around Neverwinter, particularly 'The High Road', and what kinds of folk tend to travel it.
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"I'm hiring your.. band of misfits... as you call it because I believe we would operate under the assumption that you are needing work, and I am paying you for said work. There's also the fact that if our wares don't make it to Phandalin we could always go through the hassle of hiring people to come and find you and get our money back, but that would be a headache for me, as well as you. The whole needing to look over your shoulder and stuff... it's not fun so lets keep it simple for all of us." Gundren states extremely matter-of-the-factly as he looks at the Halfling. Then with a pause to let his words sink in he looks back at Crane, with his original demeanor. "Aye miss. The High Road, beautiful country if you have the time to look around."
You've heard of the High Road. You know its a major road way that starts way up north past Neverwinter, and follows the coast and goes south past Waterdeep and ends around Trollbark Forrest. You know people typically use this to move back and forth from Neverwinter to Waterdeep.
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It is all Clarion can do to keep from putting an arrow through the heart of this Dwarf. His grudge against the Zankari dwarf clan makes it difficult for him to deal with ANY dwarfs but he really needs the money to pay off some debts so he calms himself and says. "Ok, if your money is good we can start. What are we waiting for? Let's get this caravan moving." He prides himself in self control so he starts planning the journey in his mind and leaves the difficult thoughts behind. Still as he is about to relax he takes one last close look at the Dwarf and his companion.
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"Well hang on there, friend, I think we're best to get all of our questions sorted, and our identities assigned before we just fire out onto the open road," Crane holds out a hand to calm Clarion's rush, "You said that the High Road would take eight to ten days, that's great, but... Out of curiosity -- Is there a faster route?"
With this comment, Wracoria turns to Crane. "The ease of the journey matters just as much as it's length. What's an extra day or two if the high road is as pleasant a journey as he claims?"
Wracoria's gaze then turns to Clarion. The discomfort was clear in his voice but she dared not confront him about such things with the present company, despite the now festering fears of what this could forebode of in the journey ahead.
Not wanting to make the situation any more tense, Wracoria swiftly averts her eyes back to speak again to Crane "Call me a fool for this if you will, but I think we should trust the dwarf. I can't imagine any good reason he'd send his own wagon down a treacherous path"
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"I appreciate your input, but I'm merely attempting to gather all of the facts. If you can tell me about the other paths to Phandalin, I'm happy to hear it... But I imagine that a Rockseeker is likely to know every route at our disposal in order to get to Phandalin, of all places. I for one know I've never been, but perhaps the lot of you are more well-traveled, so you'll need to forgive my illiteracy in the ways of the road."
"You're a fool," Trick mutters under his breath. Then, speaking up, "She's playing it smart. Don't do anything unless you have all available information. And the sooner we can get this over with the better, so if a quicker path exists..."
Crane smiles and joins her fingers together, resting her chin on her joined hands. Trick had the smart of it, it seemed. The faster they could finish the job, the higher their 'hourly rate' was. That meant they'd be getting more money spending less time-- Which meant they had more time to earn money down other avenues. Avenues which hopefully weren't quite as tapped out as Neverwinter seemed to be these days.
"It's at least nice to weigh our options," She adds, all smiles.
"Flattery will get you everywhere my dear, so will a good cask of ale." Gundren says to Crane. "That's a smart idea, there's many ways to skin a Bulette but only one will get you the best materials." Speaking just to Trick. Then to the rest of the group. "I don't know of any way through the Neverwinter Woods and then onto Phandalin. It could be possible, but i would have to say it could add an extra ten day to the journey, maybe more. I would say the High Road is really the best and only option. If there are no other questions, Sildar and I should be off. Plenty to do and not enough time."
Nothing would have been gained from the Perception from earlier. We'll use your roll as an insight for now, and he seems pretty genuine. He's a business man, and while he's not forth coming with exactly what business he's doing in Phandalin he is very legitimate.
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"Fair enough!" Crane smiles, nodding at Gundren and Sildar, "I suppose next we'll see you is in Phandalin, then."
Addressing their new employers, Trick speaks once more, his voice still a little raspy. "One last question. Will a horse to draw the wagon be provided, or are we expected to pull it along?"
Crane snorts with laughter at this.
"Haha." The Dwarf and Human give a laugh. "Aye my friend, there will be a horse drawing the wagon." The Dwarf stands and looks at the group of adventurers, "Well I will be seeing you lot in Phandalin soon. The wagon will be here soon. Madame Rosene will provide you lot with an ale, on me." The Gundren and Salidar make their way out of the tavern, paying Madame Rosene with a pouch of gold and few words on their exit.
You all notice that the duo mount a pair of horses, Gundren on a smaller Chestnut and Salidar on a gray warhorse.
Madame Rosene walks over, "Mitch will be here soon with your charge. Gundren wanted me to pour a round for you all on him." She says as she starts laying tankards on the table in front of each of you. "Let me know if you need anything."
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