Eraleigh nearly chokes on his drink. “Who what now? Me? No, my name is Eraleigh.” He looks around the room and tries to gesture to Nadaar to lower his voice, mouthing “be cool!”
“I uh… I’m just having supper. I don’t know if you eat. But that’s what everyone else here is doing. This table’s big enough if you’d like company.”
The barkeep returns with Nadaar's ale, as his wife (a matronly woman with dimples and a pleasant smile), and a young boy bring out food for both. The barkeep gives the other patron's a stern look, and slowly they return to their own affairs.
"Well, sir," he addresses Nadaar, "between the minstral and you, I imagine I'll be having a night like we haven't seen before. So, here's this, complements of the house. Now, is there anything else I can be doing for you?"
Eraleigh starts to laugh to himself a bit uncontrollably, but it’s quiet. “You may be living up to a stereotype a bit. You know… a dragon comes in and the people appease it with offerings of sheep to eat. It’s pretty fu- oh uh… I mean, it’s jus what I heard, I don’t know why I laughed.”
Nadaar laughs, than catches himself a little embarrassed and ends with a chuckle. He says “Quite the opposite in some parts of the Realm these days. Thank you for bring up an alternate time to ponder.” In a slightly more serious tone he asks “Have you been waiting long?” He takes a quick drink to see if there is anything funny put in his drink as normal course (checking for poison or sleep agents) while trying to look like he’s tasting the caliber of the brew.
“No, I’m lucky enough to have arrived just in time to see your entrance, really. But I’ve always been lucky that way. A minstrel worth telling the folks back home about and then you as well! If I were to guess, I’d say at least one more grand thing is coming. Threes, and all.” The Halfling digs into his dinner. “Eraleigh. Or just Leigh is fine.”
The sun is getting low in the horizon, and begins to paint the grass a golden color when you arrive at the Inn. Entering the tavern you see it is about half full. But one pairing stands out, a Halfling and a Dragonborn. Though busy, the barkeep says, "Welcome, to the Tipsy Abbot. A moment, sir, and I'll be with you.
Eraliegh & Nadaar
As you converse and eat, the tavern continues fill as the barkeep calls out a greeting by name.
Lucius stands for a moment in the doorway of the tavern. He is wearing a hooded travelling cloak over studded leather armour, breeches and a pair of leather boots that reach half way up his shin. His clothes are dusty from travel but obviously of decent quality.
At his belt hangs a rapier on one side, and a light crossbow on the other, whilst a round shield can be seen over his shoulder strapped to his back. He has foregone wearing the Deputy Marshal Ring, which is securely tucked away in a pouch.
He pushes his hood back, revealing his short brown hair and closely trimmed beard, along with his slightly pointed ears.
“Good day”, he says in acknowledgement of the barkeep as he walks to the bar, surveying the scene as he goes.
It doesn’t take him long to distinguish between the locals and those new in town. A Dragonborn was an unusual enough sight in an out of the way coastal tavern, and one accompanied by a Halfling stood out all the more. That didn’t mean they had anything to do with his purpose here though, and he had been instructed to travel incognito.
He unstraps his shield, which is covered by some cloth, and leans it up against the bar once he reaches it. Without drawing too much attention to himself, he stands in a spot where he can see the Dragonborn and Halfling, and hopefully hear some of their conversation whilst he waits for the barkeep.
Ragnar pulls his cloak closer around him, staring at his morning fire. His pipe smoke dancing around his head in the morning breeze. His trip from the mountains to the valley has been uneventful, and wonders why he has been called to the inn.
Despite the excitement, the barkeep stops to stare at the Half-Elf. "Sire," he says loudly. "I am sorry...What can I do for you. An Ale? Wine? Some food?"
Again eyes turn to the barkeep then to the Half-Elf, and conversation stops. An apprehension fills the room at the sight of nobility in the small tavern.
Lucius stares back at the barkeep, considering him for a moment, before replying, "I will take some wine, but not the usual kind you serve. I expect you have something a little special hidden away somewhere. And some hot food, something fresh". He takes a look to his left, and then right, at all the patrons who are now staring his way, before turning back to the barkeep and adding, "I would also have news of the area and anything that may be of interest"
He had to admit that his presence had caused more of an impact than he was expecting, but what more could you expect from a backwater like this. Anyway, it was nice to be treated with a little reverence after so long on the road.
Nadaar
You are almost positive you have seen the Halfling before.
"ALWAYS GIVE A MONSTER AN EVEN BREAK!"
1st Edition DMG
Nadaar walks over to the Halfling and asks quietly, "Marshal?"
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Eraleigh nearly chokes on his drink. “Who what now? Me? No, my name is Eraleigh.” He looks around the room and tries to gesture to Nadaar to lower his voice, mouthing “be cool!”
“I uh… I’m just having supper. I don’t know if you eat. But that’s what everyone else here is doing. This table’s big enough if you’d like company.”
Sleight of hand? 7
Paladin - warforged - orange
Nadaar, sits down and introduces himself “my names Nadaar. Pleased to meet you”
D&D since 1984
Eraliegh & Nadaar
The barkeep returns with Nadaar's ale, as his wife (a matronly woman with dimples and a pleasant smile), and a young boy bring out food for both. The barkeep gives the other patron's a stern look, and slowly they return to their own affairs.
"Well, sir," he addresses Nadaar, "between the minstral and you, I imagine I'll be having a night like we haven't seen before. So, here's this, complements of the house. Now, is there anything else I can be doing for you?"
"ALWAYS GIVE A MONSTER AN EVEN BREAK!"
1st Edition DMG
“Thank you. What’s the special today?”
D&D since 1984
Eraliegh & Nadaar
"Well, tis a fishing village, so we can broil you up some tuna, and there is still a bit of mutton left from last night.
"ALWAYS GIVE A MONSTER AN EVEN BREAK!"
1st Edition DMG
“I’ll have the Mutton”
D&D since 1984
The barkeep toddles off into the kitchen with wife and son on tow.
"ALWAYS GIVE A MONSTER AN EVEN BREAK!"
1st Edition DMG
Eraleigh starts to laugh to himself a bit uncontrollably, but it’s quiet. “You may be living up to a stereotype a bit. You know… a dragon comes in and the people appease it with offerings of sheep to eat. It’s pretty fu- oh uh… I mean, it’s jus what I heard, I don’t know why I laughed.”
Paladin - warforged - orange
Nadaar laughs, than catches himself a little embarrassed and ends with a chuckle. He says “Quite the opposite in some parts of the Realm these days. Thank you for bring up an alternate time to ponder.” In a slightly more serious tone he asks “Have you been waiting long?” He takes a quick drink to see if there is anything funny put in his drink as normal course (checking for poison or sleep agents) while trying to look like he’s tasting the caliber of the brew.
D&D since 1984
“No, I’m lucky enough to have arrived just in time to see your entrance, really. But I’ve always been lucky that way. A minstrel worth telling the folks back home about and then you as well! If I were to guess, I’d say at least one more grand thing is coming. Threes, and all.” The Halfling digs into his dinner. “Eraleigh. Or just Leigh is fine.”
Paladin - warforged - orange
Lucius
The sun is getting low in the horizon, and begins to paint the grass a golden color when you arrive at the Inn. Entering the tavern you see it is about half full. But one pairing stands out, a Halfling and a Dragonborn. Though busy, the barkeep says, "Welcome, to the Tipsy Abbot. A moment, sir, and I'll be with you.
Eraliegh & Nadaar
As you converse and eat, the tavern continues fill as the barkeep calls out a greeting by name.
Please make a perception check...
"ALWAYS GIVE A MONSTER AN EVEN BREAK!"
1st Edition DMG
Lucius
Lucius stands for a moment in the doorway of the tavern. He is wearing a hooded travelling cloak over studded leather armour, breeches and a pair of leather boots that reach half way up his shin. His clothes are dusty from travel but obviously of decent quality.
At his belt hangs a rapier on one side, and a light crossbow on the other, whilst a round shield can be seen over his shoulder strapped to his back. He has foregone wearing the Deputy Marshal Ring, which is securely tucked away in a pouch.
He pushes his hood back, revealing his short brown hair and closely trimmed beard, along with his slightly pointed ears.
“Good day”, he says in acknowledgement of the barkeep as he walks to the bar, surveying the scene as he goes.
It doesn’t take him long to distinguish between the locals and those new in town. A Dragonborn was an unusual enough sight in an out of the way coastal tavern, and one accompanied by a Halfling stood out all the more. That didn’t mean they had anything to do with his purpose here though, and he had been instructed to travel incognito.
He unstraps his shield, which is covered by some cloth, and leans it up against the bar once he reaches it. Without drawing too much attention to himself, he stands in a spot where he can see the Dragonborn and Halfling, and hopefully hear some of their conversation whilst he waits for the barkeep.
Perception check 8
D&D since 1984
Perception 4
Paladin - warforged - orange
Ragnar pulls his cloak closer around him, staring at his morning fire. His pipe smoke dancing around his head in the morning breeze. His trip from the mountains to the valley has been uneventful, and wonders why he has been called to the inn.
(do we see someone of interest enter the tavern?)
D&D since 1984
Tavern
Despite the excitement, the barkeep stops to stare at the Half-Elf. "Sire," he says loudly. "I am sorry...What can I do for you. An Ale? Wine? Some food?"
Again eyes turn to the barkeep then to the Half-Elf, and conversation stops. An apprehension fills the room at the sight of nobility in the small tavern.
"ALWAYS GIVE A MONSTER AN EVEN BREAK!"
1st Edition DMG
Lucius
Lucius stares back at the barkeep, considering him for a moment, before replying, "I will take some wine, but not the usual kind you serve. I expect you have something a little special hidden away somewhere. And some hot food, something fresh". He takes a look to his left, and then right, at all the patrons who are now staring his way, before turning back to the barkeep and adding, "I would also have news of the area and anything that may be of interest"
He had to admit that his presence had caused more of an impact than he was expecting, but what more could you expect from a backwater like this. Anyway, it was nice to be treated with a little reverence after so long on the road.