Lucius nods and says in Draconic, "Ball pious eile den phàrtaidh". He carries on in common, "I wonder if our religious ways was a reason for our being gathered together?"
He looks back over at the bar once again, trying to catch the barkeeper's gaze. He hoped he hadn't been forgotten and his wine and food were on the way, he was starting to get a little inwardly impatient watching Eraleigh eat. But he returned his attention to the table with a courtly smile, although he was actually enjoying the conversation and didn't need to make that much effort.
"It would be a strange way to match a group together, but then again I have heard stranger." Ragnik begins to fidget around with items on the table "Does anyone know why we've been summoned here? How long have you three been waiting now?"
While they are talking, the doors of the tavern swing open and a tall, imposing half orc steps in. He has a long black trench coat, a pale green complexion, and a ruddy black beard masking a stern expression. He steps confidently towards the bar and addresses the barkeep quietly. "Good morning sir. I need an ale or beverage of some sort, whatever you have." He gives a quick glance around the room to see if any other Marshalls have arrived.
Perception 7
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"I have not even been here long enough to receive food", Lucius answers Ragnik. "And it seems I have no more information than you as to our purpose here. Hopefully it won't be long before we find out".
At Eraleigh's comment he takes another look around the tavern.
Perception: 5
He spots the Half Orc at the bar and gives a slight shake of his head. Eraleigh wasn't wrong about them being an incredibly noticeable group, but he took some offence at his wording. "I do not doubt the sentiment Eraleigh, but I would choose your words more carefully, some of us might not appreciate being branded a weirdo", he says calmly but more sternly than his usual manner, with his gaze fixed firmly on Eraleigh.
“Weirdos are the least of the names they’ll call us when they finally put it together. No offense, but we might as well get used to it. Now feel free to have the rest of mine. I’m suddenly not all that hungry. This job isn’t going to be subtle. I can tell.”
Lucius pushes the offered plate away from him with a single finger, not really looking at it. Eraleigh's words were blunt, but if no offence was intended, none would be taken.
"Do not be downcast, the fact that we are such a mixed assortment is likely because our skills compliment each other. It could also mean our purpose is beyond the small minded towns of central Erias. I think you have to place your trust in those who summoned us that they are aware of how our group would look", he says trying to lift Eraleigh's mood.
He considers his own words for a moment, before adding, "This situation could even be a test, we are all new to this right?".
Ragnik looks around the inn to try and spot the individual that Lucius and Eraleigh are discussing and fails to see anyone out of the ordinary and dismisses the comments with a shrug. "The inn does seem to be getting quite busy now, perhaps the inn keep has forgotten about you Lucius, that does bode well for us as well I guess." Ragnik takes a quick survey of the surroundings and the patrons of the inn. "It does look like it's mainly humans here so we can always say we gathered with fellow outsiders/travellers"
Lucius sucks in his breath through his teeth making that I'm not sure about that sound. "That could probably cover the fact that someone of the noble caste is sharing a table with an honourable dwarf artisan and a halfling traveller. But add into that mix a dragonborn and now a half orc", he motions at the bar, "and Eraleigh is right, no room for subtlety there".
He carries on his train of thought, "But the fact is we are in a small town tavern so even if the locals do talk, who is going to spread that word?". He looks at Eraleigh, "That minstrel you are so keen to appear would be the biggest threat in my mind"
Lucius laughs and says, "You see, our skills complement each other. You have an astute mind, and I hope you are right. I think I will hold on to my money"
Eraleigh laughs, and looks at Nadaar and Ragnik with a sigh. “I’ll go get him.”
Eraleigh maneuvers through the crowd to the half-Orc and starts yanking on his long coat. “Yo. Your table is over this way.” He thumbs back to the others. “I’m Eraleigh. Come on.” And leads the way back.
He turns sharply and fixes a cautious stare on the short halfling before slowly following him to the table. He studies each person individually, taking special note of the dragonborn, and finally sits down. "I am Muktak," he says in a deep, rich voice. Up close, you can see glass vials affixed to his belt, containing all sorts of strange fungi and flora. His large coat is stained green in patches from years of trudging through trees and shrubbery, and he smells faintly of smoke. "I trust we are all here for this," and he sets down his Marshall badge.
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I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past, I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone, there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
As the tavern gets busier, more help gets added as several of the younger townswomen tie on aprons, and another man joins the barkeep pouring drinks. The wife appears to be busy, cooking in the small kitchen. But you are not forgotten as food and drink flow.
Though the mutton soon runs out, the broiled fish, bread and root veggies keep coming. The arrival of a Half-Orc, however, draws an apprehensive breath from those nearby due to their violent reputation.
Lucius nods his head to Muktak as he arrives at the table. His only interactions with half orcs to date had been related to violence and gangs, but that was only second hand. Muktak however didn't have that look. Sure he was imposing, but he didn't look like he spent much time in towns or cities.
"Welcome to our table Muktak, I am Lucius", he says, relying on his courtly training, and looks down at the stone on the table. "That is correct. It seemed the person who summoned us was keen to gather representatives from all the races", he adds with a smile. "Tell us, where do you hail from?", he asks, curious as to where the Marshal Service found Muktak.
"Greetings Muktak! welcome to our merry band" Ragnik greets the half-ord with a cheery smile "Best put that away though lest one of the locals spots it, think we've drawn enough attention to ourself this evening don't want to have the Reeves on us if we can avoid it."
Lucius nods and says in Draconic, "Ball pious eile den phàrtaidh". He carries on in common, "I wonder if our religious ways was a reason for our being gathered together?"
He looks back over at the bar once again, trying to catch the barkeeper's gaze. He hoped he hadn't been forgotten and his wine and food were on the way, he was starting to get a little inwardly impatient watching Eraleigh eat. But he returned his attention to the table with a courtly smile, although he was actually enjoying the conversation and didn't need to make that much effort.
Eraleigh tries to keep his mouth full of food to avoid having to talk about his religious beliefs.
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"It would be a strange way to match a group together, but then again I have heard stranger." Ragnik begins to fidget around with items on the table "Does anyone know why we've been summoned here? How long have you three been waiting now?"
While they are talking, the doors of the tavern swing open and a tall, imposing half orc steps in. He has a long black trench coat, a pale green complexion, and a ruddy black beard masking a stern expression. He steps confidently towards the bar and addresses the barkeep quietly. "Good morning sir. I need an ale or beverage of some sort, whatever you have." He gives a quick glance around the room to see if any other Marshalls have arrived.
Perception 7
I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past, I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone, there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
- Litany Against Fear, Frank Herbert
Eraleigh perception 17
Eraleigh sighs and just drops his fork on his plate.
“Everybody is gonna’ know who we are with a group of weirdos like this.”
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"I have not even been here long enough to receive food", Lucius answers Ragnik. "And it seems I have no more information than you as to our purpose here. Hopefully it won't be long before we find out".
At Eraleigh's comment he takes another look around the tavern.
Perception: 5
He spots the Half Orc at the bar and gives a slight shake of his head. Eraleigh wasn't wrong about them being an incredibly noticeable group, but he took some offence at his wording. "I do not doubt the sentiment Eraleigh, but I would choose your words more carefully, some of us might not appreciate being branded a weirdo", he says calmly but more sternly than his usual manner, with his gaze fixed firmly on Eraleigh.
Eraleigh offers his plate and fork to Lucas.
“Weirdos are the least of the names they’ll call us when they finally put it together. No offense, but we might as well get used to it. Now feel free to have the rest of mine. I’m suddenly not all that hungry. This job isn’t going to be subtle. I can tell.”
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Lucius pushes the offered plate away from him with a single finger, not really looking at it. Eraleigh's words were blunt, but if no offence was intended, none would be taken.
"Do not be downcast, the fact that we are such a mixed assortment is likely because our skills compliment each other. It could also mean our purpose is beyond the small minded towns of central Erias. I think you have to place your trust in those who summoned us that they are aware of how our group would look", he says trying to lift Eraleigh's mood.
He considers his own words for a moment, before adding, "This situation could even be a test, we are all new to this right?".
“New to what?” Eraleigh says it, almost out of habit. “A test… maybe so. That minstrel better get here, soon.”
Paladin - warforged - orange
Perception: 20
Ragnik looks around the inn to try and spot the individual that Lucius and Eraleigh are discussing and fails to see anyone out of the ordinary and dismisses the comments with a shrug. "The inn does seem to be getting quite busy now, perhaps the inn keep has forgotten about you Lucius, that does bode well for us as well I guess." Ragnik takes a quick survey of the surroundings and the patrons of the inn. "It does look like it's mainly humans here so we can always say we gathered with fellow outsiders/travellers"
Lucius sucks in his breath through his teeth making that I'm not sure about that sound. "That could probably cover the fact that someone of the noble caste is sharing a table with an honourable dwarf artisan and a halfling traveller. But add into that mix a dragonborn and now a half orc", he motions at the bar, "and Eraleigh is right, no room for subtlety there".
He carries on his train of thought, "But the fact is we are in a small town tavern so even if the locals do talk, who is going to spread that word?". He looks at Eraleigh, "That minstrel you are so keen to appear would be the biggest threat in my mind"
Eraleigh laughs. “I would assume that minstrel to be our contact. If you care to make a wager on it, I have a handful of coins.”
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Lucius laughs and says, "You see, our skills complement each other. You have an astute mind, and I hope you are right. I think I will hold on to my money"
Eraleigh laughs, and looks at Nadaar and Ragnik with a sigh. “I’ll go get him.”
Eraleigh maneuvers through the crowd to the half-Orc and starts yanking on his long coat. “Yo. Your table is over this way.” He thumbs back to the others. “I’m Eraleigh. Come on.” And leads the way back.
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He turns sharply and fixes a cautious stare on the short halfling before slowly following him to the table. He studies each person individually, taking special note of the dragonborn, and finally sits down. "I am Muktak," he says in a deep, rich voice. Up close, you can see glass vials affixed to his belt, containing all sorts of strange fungi and flora. His large coat is stained green in patches from years of trudging through trees and shrubbery, and he smells faintly of smoke. "I trust we are all here for this," and he sets down his Marshall badge.
I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past, I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone, there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
- Litany Against Fear, Frank Herbert
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As the tavern gets busier, more help gets added as several of the younger townswomen tie on aprons, and another man joins the barkeep pouring drinks. The wife appears to be busy, cooking in the small kitchen. But you are not forgotten as food and drink flow.
Though the mutton soon runs out, the broiled fish, bread and root veggies keep coming. The arrival of a Half-Orc, however, draws an apprehensive breath from those nearby due to their violent reputation.
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Lucius nods his head to Muktak as he arrives at the table. His only interactions with half orcs to date had been related to violence and gangs, but that was only second hand. Muktak however didn't have that look. Sure he was imposing, but he didn't look like he spent much time in towns or cities.
"Welcome to our table Muktak, I am Lucius", he says, relying on his courtly training, and looks down at the stone on the table. "That is correct. It seemed the person who summoned us was keen to gather representatives from all the races", he adds with a smile. "Tell us, where do you hail from?", he asks, curious as to where the Marshal Service found Muktak.
"Greetings Muktak! welcome to our merry band" Ragnik greets the half-ord with a cheery smile "Best put that away though lest one of the locals spots it, think we've drawn enough attention to ourself this evening don't want to have the Reeves on us if we can avoid it."
"Pull up a seat and lets have introductions again. I'm Nadaar. " he says with a smile and looks to the table to see who's next..
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"Haha whoops! I forgot that part how ungracious of me, I'm Ragnik Daraln" Says again with a cheery smile on his face, rubbing the back of his head.