Lanky pauses at the amount of people suddenly crowded around him. He is not used to people coming up to him and asking him many questions. Lanky initially ignores the one asking about the weasel, not sure what to make of her except confusion. Lanky turns to Remi "I'm uh actually trying to find a certain village...errrr perhaps you heard of it? It's name is Vermellion. I heard there are many of sprits that haunt there and I wish to go there to see if that is the case. And then destroy every spirit that resides there." Lanky's face becomes a scrowl at the last line, dead serious about killing some spirits. Lanky then turns to the bartender. "Yes um I'm looking for a Lucas Grosvenor has he arrived yet? If so can you show me where he is errr please?"
He freezes a little at the amount of people trying to talk to him at once, trying to hold it together. He decides to answer their questions one by one. Lanky looks at Tasti, thinking that she is a bit odd tiefling, but then again he himself is a bit odd. "Um yes actually. That is um rather odd that many of us are looking for the same man. Why are you seeking him?"
Lanky turns to Gabin "Um..Many people seem to be seeking the same thing...at the same time. I suppose Lucus decided to put all of us together for a reason. Maybe?" Lanky rubs his arm, unsure of himself and not entirely confident that he is correct. Lanky pulls out his letter. "Yes, um I received a letter as well. ...please stop staring I'm not um not dangerous....mostly."Lanky is a bit more self-conscious at Gabin staring, muttering softly to himself about not being used to this many people. He perks up slightly at the hint of a stew. "Um miss bartender? May I have some of the stew? And some strong ale? I think I may need it for tonight, hah...hah. Um....sorry..."
Gabin averts his gaze from Lanky apologetically. "Sorry, I meant no disrespect. I'm just not used to seeing bugbears.
If you have all been gathered here regarding Vermeillon, then I think I know why I am here as well..." he trails off in thought as looks toward the fire where Elirion has set up. Noting the couple by the fire, he leans over to nudge Lanky with his elbow and ask about them, but thinks better of putting the shy-seeming bugbear on the spot. Instead he turns to Remi and Tastie, saying, "What about those two by the elf over there? Are they here for Lukas too?"
A late arrival pushes in through the front of the tavern, rather slight of build, with elven features and intricately braided brown hair pulled back from a tanned face. He wears a suit of armor worked with an intricate vine and leaf motif, and it has been enameled in shades of green and brown. A leaf shaped shield and helmet hangs from his backpack, and a simple wooden club hangs from a cord at his belt, balanced on the other side by some gauntlets.
He scans the common room, his eyes passing over the group crowded around the bugbear, his gaze pausing only momentarily before he steps into the room, his armor not as loud and jangly as one might expect. He paces to a spot at the bar, and catching the eye of the kid behind, raises a finger to indicate he'd like to be served.
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Lanky - "Miss?" The bartender seems to finally get control of his emotions, "Do I look like a miss to you?" He goes and pours the bugbear an ale and sets it in front of him, "I'll go chat with Lukas and see how he's coming on his stew. As he always says, 'can't rush it sonny, its an art!'"
E'lar - The kid notices the armored man enter the tavern, even with all the distractions that surround him. When he reaches the bar and raises his finger, the bartender asks, "What can I get you?"
While waiting for newcomers request, he notices that the she-elf's glass is empty and he goes to refill it with the brandy she requested earlier.
As the tiefling finally sees Lanky, her intake of breath is audible. “Whoooooooooaaaat are you?!?! I’ve never seen one of you before!” Tastie looks up (I’m assuming, she is 6ft) at Lanky in wide-eyed fascination. “Hey, lemme ask you something. You’re also tall and strange looking - do sometimes people run away from you and you didn’t even do anything? Like they think you’re bad before they talk to you?” Nodding, she adds, “hmph, happens to me all the time. What about you pointy-eared people? Does that happen to you too?”
The newly arrived elf speaks softly and tersely, as if not much accustomed to conversation.
He shrugs off his pack, and lets it drop heavily to the floor, undoing his gauntlets from his belt and laying them atop a bulky and heavy looking bedroll, leaving the club dangling at his waist. He remains standing, leaning against the bar, his armor not looking made for perching on barstools.
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Lanky backs up slightly from the tiefling that radiates energy. “Whoaaaa, slow down um…that’s a bit much um. I’m a bugbear….er I am not used to this much attention that isn’t hostile….” He looks a bit nervous about speaking to the tiefling. “Um you could say that yes. And um…I don’t mean to be rude uh what are you exacly?”
The bartender disappeared after the group had been asking after Lukas Gross Weiner and is gone for several minutes before an older gentlemen with a shock of white hair comes into view and takes the perch behind the bar. He has a weathered but kind face and his hunched shoulders have only a hint of the strength they once had.
He leans over the counter and says in a rather raspy voice, "I hear you fellas, and excuse me ladies, are looking for me? The tale of my stew reach past Maerin? Ha! Well I'll be. So would that be Salty Fish Surprise for everyone then?"
Gabin straightens up and turns to address Lukas. "I'm here about a different kind of tale coming through Maerin," he says gravely. "But I'd not say no to some stew. In the mean time I'll let these folk here sort out their business with you first, though I've a feeling theirs is closely related to mine."
Gabin gazes at one of the liquor bottles on the back shelf for several moments before adding "And could you get me a glass of... um..."He pulls his eyes away and mutters, "Water. Just water, thank you."
"A different tale you say?" Lukas looks at Gabin with interest and then to the rest of the group. "But of course! The rest of you want a bowl of my stew as well? Only 3cp!"
Lukas then notices Gabin eyeing one of the bottles in back, "Now sir, you've got a good eye! That's the whiskey that really brings out the flavor in my stew."
Gabin slides three gold across the bar and then drums his fingers, clearly nervous and torn. Leaning across the bar, he says in a low voice to Lukas, "How's it taste? Whiskey, I mean. Hmmm... No. No, no, no. Never mind. I'm good. Just water and the stew, thank you,"he says, getting cold feet.
He sits back down on his stool and glances around self-consciously hoping no one was paying attention.
Elirion smiles and nods to the couple by the fire, "Warmth is always welcome" she says, holding her hands out to the flames. She stands quietly, listening to the sounds around her -- the conversation back at the bar, the crackle of the flames, and the muted sounds from outside. She seems at peace, and lost in thought for a time, then starts to carefully and slowly dust off her clothes despite there being no remaining dirt or grime of any sort.
After a time, the movement of the bartender catches her eye as he refills her glass. She stares at the glass for a time before walking slowly back to the bar. She nods to the bar keep, "I did not want any more, but who am I to deny the fates, eh?" She takes a small sip, "Some stew would be appreciated and perhaps while I eat you can tell me why you sent the letter?"
Lukas doesn’t even hear Gabin as he stares at the gold lying in front of him. “Sir! I said the stew will cost ya 3 coppers! For this I’ll give ya the whole pot and a couple nights stay!” He guffaws at himself and looks back up at Gabin, “Did you say something? Anyways, I’ll be happy to get you a bowl.” And he slides the gold back over to Gabin.
He scratches his chin then looks at the rest of ya, “Ah yes, elf there, I will happily get you some stew and bread. And for the lady elf, you as well.” Lukas turns to the bugbear, tiefling and tattooed elf, “My, don’t you all bring a sight! Can’t say I’d ever thought I’d see all three of your type here in my place at once. Ha! What a day. Stew for the lot of you?” And he waits patiently for an answer.
As he waits for an answer, Lukas realized the question from the lady elf didn’t register until now. “Letter? What letter? I am sorry miss, but I did not send you any letter. Did not know you existed until you waltzed into my place here.” He looks at her perplexed.
Goban feels his face prick with the heat of embarassment and sweeps the coins hurriedly back into his coin purse before rooting around for different. The smallest he can find is a silver, which he hands over apologetically. "Keep the change."
He perks up when he hears mention of the letters again, and listens in on the ensuing conversation intently.
Elirion shrugs at the answer, and glances at the others who have been comparing their letters, "Well then..." she lower her voice a little, unsure how sensitive the topic might be to the townsfolk. "...perhaps you might be able to tell us a little about Vermeillon. The tales I've heard seem quite extraordinary."
Lanky nods at the mention for soup and fishes out some copper. "Um...for the soup." Lanky fishes out a letter to show to Lucas. "Well um if it were not you that sent us, then who and why at the same time? Um...er I think we all are going to Vermillion. I heard that spirits are kidnapping people there and I want to see for myself."
The armored elf slides five copper across the bartop, but since others are asking the questions he has, he keeps quiet for now, but doesn't hide that he's listening in.
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Remi perks up at the mention of whiskey and stew. "Yes, that sounds great, and the whiskey as well if it goes well with the stew." He slides 5 c.p. across the bar to Lukas. "So, mfr brff, gulp. You didn't write fruf, slurp gulp. the letter? Who the hell did then? Do you know what's going on here?" Remi pulls out his letter and shows him, pointing to it with a finger with some fish stew on it, staining it. "Whatcha think of this here? Who's pullin our leg?"
Earlier, Remi responds to Tastie, "Yes, I get strange looks all the time. But it is not about my pointy ears." He shows her scars on his hands, forearms, face, and his odd tattoos on his forearms. He then gives her a look with a squinky eye and laughs. "Most people don't look too close at me."
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Lanky pauses at the amount of people suddenly crowded around him. He is not used to people coming up to him and asking him many questions. Lanky initially ignores the one asking about the weasel, not sure what to make of her except confusion. Lanky turns to Remi "I'm uh actually trying to find a certain village...errrr perhaps you heard of it? It's name is Vermellion. I heard there are many of sprits that haunt there and I wish to go there to see if that is the case. And then destroy every spirit that resides there." Lanky's face becomes a scrowl at the last line, dead serious about killing some spirits. Lanky then turns to the bartender. "Yes um I'm looking for a Lucas Grosvenor has he arrived yet? If so can you show me where he is errr please?"
He freezes a little at the amount of people trying to talk to him at once, trying to hold it together. He decides to answer their questions one by one. Lanky looks at Tasti, thinking that she is a bit odd tiefling, but then again he himself is a bit odd. "Um yes actually. That is um rather odd that many of us are looking for the same man. Why are you seeking him?"
Lanky turns to Gabin "Um..Many people seem to be seeking the same thing...at the same time. I suppose Lucus decided to put all of us together for a reason. Maybe?" Lanky rubs his arm, unsure of himself and not entirely confident that he is correct. Lanky pulls out his letter. "Yes, um I received a letter as well. ...please stop staring I'm not um not dangerous....mostly." Lanky is a bit more self-conscious at Gabin staring, muttering softly to himself about not being used to this many people. He perks up slightly at the hint of a stew. "Um miss bartender? May I have some of the stew? And some strong ale? I think I may need it for tonight, hah...hah. Um....sorry..."
Gabin averts his gaze from Lanky apologetically. "Sorry, I meant no disrespect. I'm just not used to seeing bugbears.
If you have all been gathered here regarding Vermeillon, then I think I know why I am here as well..." he trails off in thought as looks toward the fire where Elirion has set up. Noting the couple by the fire, he leans over to nudge Lanky with his elbow and ask about them, but thinks better of putting the shy-seeming bugbear on the spot. Instead he turns to Remi and Tastie, saying, "What about those two by the elf over there? Are they here for Lukas too?"
A late arrival pushes in through the front of the tavern, rather slight of build, with elven features and intricately braided brown hair pulled back from a tanned face. He wears a suit of armor worked with an intricate vine and leaf motif, and it has been enameled in shades of green and brown. A leaf shaped shield and helmet hangs from his backpack, and a simple wooden club hangs from a cord at his belt, balanced on the other side by some gauntlets.
He scans the common room, his eyes passing over the group crowded around the bugbear, his gaze pausing only momentarily before he steps into the room, his armor not as loud and jangly as one might expect. He paces to a spot at the bar, and catching the eye of the kid behind, raises a finger to indicate he'd like to be served.
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Lanky - "Miss?" The bartender seems to finally get control of his emotions, "Do I look like a miss to you?" He goes and pours the bugbear an ale and sets it in front of him, "I'll go chat with Lukas and see how he's coming on his stew. As he always says, 'can't rush it sonny, its an art!'"
E'lar - The kid notices the armored man enter the tavern, even with all the distractions that surround him. When he reaches the bar and raises his finger, the bartender asks, "What can I get you?"
While waiting for newcomers request, he notices that the she-elf's glass is empty and he goes to refill it with the brandy she requested earlier.
Tastie
As the tiefling finally sees Lanky, her intake of breath is audible. “Whoooooooooaaaat are you?!?! I’ve never seen one of you before!” Tastie looks up (I’m assuming, she is 6ft) at Lanky in wide-eyed fascination. “Hey, lemme ask you something. You’re also tall and strange looking - do sometimes people run away from you and you didn’t even do anything? Like they think you’re bad before they talk to you?” Nodding, she adds, “hmph, happens to me all the time. What about you pointy-eared people? Does that happen to you too?”
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"Tea."
"Please."
The newly arrived elf speaks softly and tersely, as if not much accustomed to conversation.
He shrugs off his pack, and lets it drop heavily to the floor, undoing his gauntlets from his belt and laying them atop a bulky and heavy looking bedroll, leaving the club dangling at his waist. He remains standing, leaning against the bar, his armor not looking made for perching on barstools.
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Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
Lanky backs up slightly from the tiefling that radiates energy. “Whoaaaa, slow down um…that’s a bit much um. I’m a bugbear….er I am not used to this much attention that isn’t hostile….” He looks a bit nervous about speaking to the tiefling. “Um you could say that yes. And um…I don’t mean to be rude uh what are you exacly?”
The bartender disappeared after the group had been asking after Lukas Gross Weiner and is gone for several minutes before an older gentlemen with a shock of white hair comes into view and takes the perch behind the bar. He has a weathered but kind face and his hunched shoulders have only a hint of the strength they once had.
He leans over the counter and says in a rather raspy voice, "I hear you fellas, and excuse me ladies, are looking for me? The tale of my stew reach past Maerin? Ha! Well I'll be. So would that be Salty Fish Surprise for everyone then?"
Gabin straightens up and turns to address Lukas. "I'm here about a different kind of tale coming through Maerin," he says gravely. "But I'd not say no to some stew. In the mean time I'll let these folk here sort out their business with you first, though I've a feeling theirs is closely related to mine."
Gabin gazes at one of the liquor bottles on the back shelf for several moments before adding "And could you get me a glass of... um..." He pulls his eyes away and mutters, "Water. Just water, thank you."
"A different tale you say?" Lukas looks at Gabin with interest and then to the rest of the group. "But of course! The rest of you want a bowl of my stew as well? Only 3cp!"
Lukas then notices Gabin eyeing one of the bottles in back, "Now sir, you've got a good eye! That's the whiskey that really brings out the flavor in my stew."
"You sure you want water?"
Gabin slides three gold across the bar and then drums his fingers, clearly nervous and torn. Leaning across the bar, he says in a low voice to Lukas, "How's it taste? Whiskey, I mean. Hmmm... No. No, no, no. Never mind. I'm good. Just water and the stew, thank you," he says, getting cold feet.
He sits back down on his stool and glances around self-consciously hoping no one was paying attention.
The armored elf has been paying attention, and flicks a few fingers to indicate his interest in stew.
"Bread?"
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Elirion smiles and nods to the couple by the fire, "Warmth is always welcome" she says, holding her hands out to the flames. She stands quietly, listening to the sounds around her -- the conversation back at the bar, the crackle of the flames, and the muted sounds from outside. She seems at peace, and lost in thought for a time, then starts to carefully and slowly dust off her clothes despite there being no remaining dirt or grime of any sort.
After a time, the movement of the bartender catches her eye as he refills her glass. She stares at the glass for a time before walking slowly back to the bar. She nods to the bar keep, "I did not want any more, but who am I to deny the fates, eh?" She takes a small sip, "Some stew would be appreciated and perhaps while I eat you can tell me why you sent the letter?"
Lukas doesn’t even hear Gabin as he stares at the gold lying in front of him. “Sir! I said the stew will cost ya 3 coppers! For this I’ll give ya the whole pot and a couple nights stay!” He guffaws at himself and looks back up at Gabin, “Did you say something? Anyways, I’ll be happy to get you a bowl.” And he slides the gold back over to Gabin.
He scratches his chin then looks at the rest of ya, “Ah yes, elf there, I will happily get you some stew and bread. And for the lady elf, you as well.” Lukas turns to the bugbear, tiefling and tattooed elf, “My, don’t you all bring a sight! Can’t say I’d ever thought I’d see all three of your type here in my place at once. Ha! What a day. Stew for the lot of you?” And he waits patiently for an answer.
As he waits for an answer, Lukas realized the question from the lady elf didn’t register until now. “Letter? What letter? I am sorry miss, but I did not send you any letter. Did not know you existed until you waltzed into my place here.” He looks at her perplexed.
Goban feels his face prick with the heat of embarassment and sweeps the coins hurriedly back into his coin purse before rooting around for different. The smallest he can find is a silver, which he hands over apologetically. "Keep the change."
He perks up when he hears mention of the letters again, and listens in on the ensuing conversation intently.
Elirion shrugs at the answer, and glances at the others who have been comparing their letters, "Well then..." she lower her voice a little, unsure how sensitive the topic might be to the townsfolk. "...perhaps you might be able to tell us a little about Vermeillon. The tales I've heard seem quite extraordinary."
Lanky nods at the mention for soup and fishes out some copper. "Um...for the soup." Lanky fishes out a letter to show to Lucas. "Well um if it were not you that sent us, then who and why at the same time? Um...er I think we all are going to Vermillion. I heard that spirits are kidnapping people there and I want to see for myself."
The armored elf slides five copper across the bartop, but since others are asking the questions he has, he keeps quiet for now, but doesn't hide that he's listening in.
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
Remi perks up at the mention of whiskey and stew. "Yes, that sounds great, and the whiskey as well if it goes well with the stew." He slides 5 c.p. across the bar to Lukas. "So, mfr brff, gulp. You didn't write fruf, slurp gulp. the letter? Who the hell did then? Do you know what's going on here?" Remi pulls out his letter and shows him, pointing to it with a finger with some fish stew on it, staining it. "Whatcha think of this here? Who's pullin our leg?"
Earlier, Remi responds to Tastie, "Yes, I get strange looks all the time. But it is not about my pointy ears." He shows her scars on his hands, forearms, face, and his odd tattoos on his forearms. He then gives her a look with a squinky eye and laughs. "Most people don't look too close at me."