Álfarr jumps initially as Esther's mood changes. He relaxes as he realizes it's a good reaction, and as he is drawn in by her giddiness to show off... whatever it is she's talking about. "It likes you as well? I... yeah—Yes. I'd like to see. Please." He leans in as well, curious about the fire's affection.
(the sentence 'Álfarr did, in fact, nail it' is absolutely hilarious to me for some reason LOL)
(He did! This is some wholesome stuff happening here in the earliest chapter of our horror campaign! Some will be disfigured! In some cases, lasting friendships will be made!)
Esther grins, shaking out her hands and cracking her neck. She puts on a serious face, raising her wand in her left hand and an open palm on her right. She shows off the back and front of her empty hand with a showman's flare, then with a flourish, jabs the tip of her wand into the center of her palm. There's a sizzle, and a spark, and a dim red wave rolls from the point of the jab out across her palm, over the valleys between her fingers, and then pooling up each of her fingertips like mercury up a thermometer. After a few moments, her entire hand is gloved in the dim of low burning coals. She runs each finger up and down and up again like she's waving, the plasma shimmering in subtle variations of hue, then closes her palm tight, her hand going dark in an instant. She opens her hand again and the smallest candle glow is floating an inch above her open palm. (Produce flame, with a little showmanship.)
"We're friends, you see," she tells Álfarr, looking at the flickering in her hand with a nurturing affection. "It saved my life once... Sort of."
Esther closes her hand again and the flame disappears. Her eyes rest on her closed fist for a moment. Then she looks back at Álfarr with a suddenly sheepish expression. "It's far more impressive when I have a campfire. I have to be careful, most folk don't appreciate it when one throws fire around too brazenly in their places of business."
Terrax raises his glass in acknowledgment to whisp and then takes a sip in turn. "Well than Whisp it appears we have an agreement" as he stands he retrieves his staff, however leaves the rest of his gear by the chair, and crosses back to the barkeep.
"You are right sir, this wine is absolutely divine" Flashing a smile at the barkeep "well it appears we have a small group willing to find your missing ale, I am sure there are a few other here that would be willing to assist as well. So what do you say? A small reward coupled with free rooms if we bring we find and retrieve your ale shipment?" He asks
After ordering wine and something to eat and asking the bartender if they have room for the night, Lenn just listen quietly parts of the conversations that the other clients are having. Most seem to be travelers like himself. His attention is caught by the display of the woman near the fire. She seems to be trying to impress the man sitting with her, he tried to look better at that man for he seemed to have some particular features but his demeanor is peaceful and even shy.
He doesn't particularly likes the change of music but he guess that the bard will come back, eventually, to his original set of songs.
He waits patiently for his dinner to be served and despite he is not entirely relaxed it seems to him that he could pass a quiet night.
Then, one of the card players drops his mug of ale, and, trying to recover it he cuts himself. Nothing serious just a flesh wound in one finger but the red blood flows from the cut down the finger and into the hand.
Something primal churns into his chest at the smell and look of the blood. He keeps the control by looking away, again towards the strange pair by the fire. His left fist is clenched at the table as he struggles for a few seconds to keep control. No. He could never truly relax again.
Álfarr's eyes follow Esther's fire, enchanted by the way the flames twist and curl around her hand. He makes for a very good audience, both with his genuine enjoyment of the trick and the eagerness written in the way he leans forwards. As she closes her fist and opens it again, another faint smile appears under his beard.
"You're very good with it. It's, uh... nice to have friends. It saved your life? That's nice. It's impressive without the campfire. I think it's impressive." He scratches his neck. "I'm easily impressed."
Esther giggles and makes a small bow of her head with a gracious gesture with her free hand. "You're too kind! But honestly, I've only just begun to understand all this. A few weeks ago I couldn't even do that much. But, I have more time these days to focus than I used to so I shouldn't be too hard on myself."
Esther puts her wand away, taking a moment to glance over to the woman who still hasn't chosen to join the conversation. She wonders if she had been terribly rude to the woman with that comment about the folk freezing to death. Or perhaps the woman was simply hard of hearing. Nothing to be done about it either way, Esther supposed.
Esther looks back to her companion and asks with a hint of gentle mocking in her voice, "And what of you, Álfarr? You... Like weapons?"
“Common wine is fine, although, I find there is nothing common about wine,” Kosef replies to the bartender with a grin before turning to the card table. He places his hands out in mock surprise at the table stakes “Oh no, too rich for my blood. Are you sure you are not trying to take advantage of a poor traveler?”
He excuses himself and moves back to the bar, next to Harald “Harald is it, and a professor on sabbatical?”he sticks out his hand to introduce himself “I am Kosef. Professor of what, if I may ask?”
He will continue to watch the card table, trying to determine how to play the game and if anyone is cheating. Insight: 15.
The bartender nods slightly at his comment before grabbing a jug from behind the bar, filling it and placing down on the counter for him. "It's not exactly common but the winery that makes it thought it would be funny to name it 'Common wine'. If you ask me it's a horrible name for such a good drink. The 'fine wine' is actually two separate wines that are both rather rare around these parts."
The man cleared his throat and placed his cards down on the table. "If Vladimir was playing then he would attempt to take advantage of everyone at the table, travelers and locals alike. But I understand if the price is a little too high for your liking. Normally I wouldn't go above eight silver but tonight I'm feeling rather lucky.." He laughs a little before picking his cards back up.
While watching the card game he notices that each player has two cards and in the middle of the table there are four cards laying face up. Before another card is added to the middle the man in the seat closest to the wall seems to have 'accidentally' drops his cards and goes down to retrieve them.
"Huh? How did you know who I wa..Oh you overheard. Ah yes. Sorry I didn't see you there. Uh well I'm a professor of history if you will. Specializing in the arcane history of giants actually. Kosef you said? Well it is a pleasure to meet you. You look like you don't see that much sunlight. Are you from around here? Please have a seat. I'm just having a chat with my neighbor who's name I haven't caught yet." And he gestures to the other patron next to him at the bar.
The bartender nodded slightly and turned away from the counter for a few seconds before returning with a mug, a bottle of what looked to be a blue wine and a small hint of a smile. "Perhaps this will be to your liking good sir." As he placed the mug down and opened the bottle before carefully pouring some of it into the mug. "If it's not to your liking I can get you something else."
The man sitting beside him glanced down at his own drink for a moment before shaking his head slightly. Then he took a breath and let it out before offering him his hand. "It is a pleasure to meet you Professor, my name is Daenorin. I don't really know much about the fog but there's something about it that doesn't really feel natural. Maybe it's just my imagination but when I was out it felt as though someone or something was watching me..." he trailed off slightly before glancing at the newcomer for a moment. "Oh... it's also nice to meet you... Kosef?"
Terrax raises his glass in acknowledgment to whisp and then takes a sip in turn. "Well than Whisp it appears we have an agreement" as he stands he retrieves his staff, however leaves the rest of his gear by the chair, and crosses back to the barkeep.
"You are right sir, this wine is absolutely divine" Flashing a smile at the barkeep "well it appears we have a small group willing to find your missing ale, I am sure there are a few other here that would be willing to assist as well. So what do you say? A small reward coupled with free rooms if we bring we find and retrieve your ale shipment?" He asks
The bartender thought over what had been said for a few moments before nodding ever so slightly. "That seems like a fair enough exchange. I only ask that you wait until morning to venture out, last time there was a fog like this around here a small group of travelers like yourselves went out after hearing rumors of werewolves in the fog and they were never seen or heard from again. I would feel awful if I sent you two out there and you didn't come back..."
After ordering wine and something to eat and asking the bartender if they have room for the night, Lenn just listen quietly parts of the conversations that the other clients are having. Most seem to be travelers like himself. His attention is caught by the display of the woman near the fire. She seems to be trying to impress the man sitting with her, he tried to look better at that man for he seemed to have some particular features but his demeanor is peaceful and even shy.
He doesn't particularly likes the change of music but he guess that the bard will come back, eventually, to his original set of songs.
He waits patiently for his dinner to be served and despite he is not entirely relaxed it seems to him that he could pass a quiet night.
Then, one of the card players drops his mug of ale, and, trying to recover it he cuts himself. Nothing serious just a flesh wound in one finger but the red blood flows from the cut down the finger and into the hand.
Something primal churns into his chest at the smell and look of the blood. He keeps the control by looking away, again towards the strange pair by the fire. His left fist is clenched at the table as he struggles for a few seconds to keep control. No. He could never truly relax again.
As the bartender was getting him the wine he'd ordered he winced slightly as he saw the card play drop his mug of ale. It had been sometime since an accident such as this had happened and as he thought about it he couldn't help but wonder if it was an omen of something worse to come. He quickly brought the wine over to the stranger's table before rushing over to the card table. "Carnelis, you should let me patch you up then you should head back home so you don't cause yourself or anyone else here anymore harm." He said in a rather calm manner even though he was rather worried for him and the other patrons in the establishment. A few minutes of back and forth between the two the injured man agrees and with a little help from the bard who had stopped playing at that point, the man's finger was no longer bleeding but there was a little on the table and cards he had been hold.
As the man slowly left the tavern along with the woman that had been sitting at the bar, the bard began to clean up while the bartender finished getting the stranger's meal for him. Once it was finished he carefully brought it over to the table as an apologetic expression crossed his features. "I'm sorry about that, it's rather unusual for accidents such as that to happen around here, normally things like that are seen as a sort of omen... Although sometimes it is difficult to tell if it's a good thing or not. If there is anything that I can do to help you in any way just let me know what it is and I'll do my best to make sure it happens."
Wisp spots the man and woman leave the tavern, feeling the gust of cold air as they open the door to the outside. He stands and wanders over to a window at the front, standing side on so he can see both into the tavern and out to the street. He takes a sip from his goblet and looks outside, watching the pair head home for a brief moment before they are consumed by the fog.
He preferred the outdoors usually, but even he was glad for the sanctuary of the tavern this night, the fog seemed eerie.
He turns his attention back to the dragonborn, Terrax, seeing him at the bar. He ponders on their agreement, wondering why he had decided to make the deal. Working with others was often difficult, he himself preferred stealth and subtlety, but was that something Terrax was even capable of.
His eyes sweep the rest of the room. Sizing up the others present as well. His gaze lingers on the people at the fire, and the odd motion of the fire itself.
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Harald glances at Kosef quizzically then gestures towards Daenorin with his eyes. Something about Daenorin's demeanor is unnerving. The sigh. The shake of his head. All as if he's hiding something. Insight check on Daenorin: 21
To Daenorin, "Something watching you my dear fellow? Please I must know more."
"And as for the wine young man, it's just fine. Thank you so much. How much do I owe you?"
You can sense from his demeanor that there is something he isn't telling you. You can also gather that he doesn't seem all that comfortable talking about the fog in an open area, almost as if he is worried about someone or something overhearing the conversation.
"A couple of somethings actually. There was a little accident a couple weeks back that should have killed me, somehow I managed to survive but a short time after the accident I started to feel like something was watching me. They take the form of moths and although I've managed to disperse them for the time being... they'll be back."
"Your welcome, good sir. It'll be four gold pieces."
Everyone-
Suddenly, the tavern door swings open and a hush falls over the room. Framed by the lamp-lit fog, a form strides through the doorway. His heavy, booted footfalls and the jingle of his coins shatter the silence. His brightly colored clothes are draped in loose folds about him, and his hangs askew, hiding his eyes in shadows. Without hesitation, he walks up to the bar and stands proudly in a wide stance with folded arms.
In an accented voice he says, "I have been sent here to deliver a message. If you be creatures of honor, you will come to my master's aid at first light. It is not advisable to travel the Svalich Woods at night!" He pulls from his tunic a sealed letter, those sitting at the bar notice that it is addressed several people in beautiful flowing script. He places the letter on the counter. "Take the west road from here some five hours march down through the Svalich Woods. There you will find my master in Barovia."
At the banging of the tavern door, Esther stands in sudden alarm. Her hand goes immediately to her jacket pocket, grasping her wand. But she stops, listening to the messenger's declaration. When he is through, she glances at Álfarr with a look of concern, then approaches the bar. She asks the messenger, "To whom is your master's summon addressed, sir? And what aid does your master require?"
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"Four gold!?" Harald nearly spits out his wine and hands over the gold. Harald was about to question Daenorin more, but then the strange figured walked in.
If Harald is close enough to the figure who just walked in, he would like to discretely look at the letter and see if he can make out the names. Perception 17
Álfarr hesitates at Esther's question, smile fading. "I... uh... well..." He turns around as the door opens, slightly relieved that his conversation with Esther got cut off where it did. But the relief quickly gives way to a nervous air as he hears the man and Esther's question. He stands up out of his seat and watches Esther as she approaches the bar, looking like he wants to follow but making no other move to do so.
Wisp starts to move as soon as the door swings open and the figure enters, inwardly cursing himself for moving away from his belongings. By the time the figure had turned around and made their proclamation, he was standing by his chair.
Creatures of honour the person had said, that wasn't exactly how he would describe himself. And yet there was the unmistakable jingle of coin as the man walked. And the place he mentioned, Barovia. That was not somewhere he had been before, and was as good a place as any to continue his search. He slowly takes his seat, watching with interest how this would play out.
The messenger turns his attention towards Esther as she approaches the bar before shifting his gaze towards the letter for a moment almost as if to refresh his memory. "It is addressed to multiple people. You wouldn't happen to know anyone who goes by the names Harald, Lenn, Esther, Kosef, Álfarr, Terrax or Whisper from Shadows, would you?" As he spoke he began to reach for his coin purse. "He is willing to pay whatever it takes for someone or a group of people to help save someone he cares about dearly from an evil force that has recently made it's presence known in the village."
The man turns his back to her and says to the now wary barkeeper, "Fill the glasses and mugs, one and all." He says as he drops the purse heavy with gold on the bar. Then he turns back to the others and seems to smile before he begins to head towards the door.
Harald-
When you look at the letter, out of the seven names written on it you recognize two of them. One being your own and one being that of Kosef. The other names written on it are; Lenn Kranne, Terrax, Whisper from Shadows, Álfarr and Esther ... - although it looks as though the ink has been smudge after the last name almost as if there had been a second name
"Are you going to brave the fog again messenger?" he asks when he sees that him heads towards the door "It would be wise to wait here for the sunrise. Do you have a name?"
He speaks in a low voice as if talk was an effort, and in fact, those were the most words he has spoken in weeks.
Seeing the coin purse, Terrax Pipes up "Now you are speaking my Language friend, and thank you for the drink" he says with his usual smile. As the messenger heads to the door "I have to agree with my friend with the white hair, and insist you take your own advice and not travel at night. Why not stay share a drink and tell us more about your Master" Terrax crosses the tavern back to the chair with his gear. "Come take a seat"
Álfarr jumps initially as Esther's mood changes. He relaxes as he realizes it's a good reaction, and as he is drawn in by her giddiness to show off... whatever it is she's talking about. "It likes you as well? I... yeah—Yes. I'd like to see. Please." He leans in as well, curious about the fire's affection.
(the sentence 'Álfarr did, in fact, nail it' is absolutely hilarious to me for some reason LOL)
(He did! This is some wholesome stuff happening here in the earliest chapter of our horror campaign! Some will be disfigured! In some cases, lasting friendships will be made!)
Esther grins, shaking out her hands and cracking her neck. She puts on a serious face, raising her wand in her left hand and an open palm on her right. She shows off the back and front of her empty hand with a showman's flare, then with a flourish, jabs the tip of her wand into the center of her palm. There's a sizzle, and a spark, and a dim red wave rolls from the point of the jab out across her palm, over the valleys between her fingers, and then pooling up each of her fingertips like mercury up a thermometer. After a few moments, her entire hand is gloved in the dim of low burning coals. She runs each finger up and down and up again like she's waving, the plasma shimmering in subtle variations of hue, then closes her palm tight, her hand going dark in an instant. She opens her hand again and the smallest candle glow is floating an inch above her open palm. (Produce flame, with a little showmanship.)
"We're friends, you see," she tells Álfarr, looking at the flickering in her hand with a nurturing affection. "It saved my life once... Sort of."
Esther closes her hand again and the flame disappears. Her eyes rest on her closed fist for a moment. Then she looks back at Álfarr with a suddenly sheepish expression. "It's far more impressive when I have a campfire. I have to be careful, most folk don't appreciate it when one throws fire around too brazenly in their places of business."
Terrax raises his glass in acknowledgment to whisp and then takes a sip in turn. "Well than Whisp it appears we have an agreement" as he stands he retrieves his staff, however leaves the rest of his gear by the chair, and crosses back to the barkeep.
"You are right sir, this wine is absolutely divine" Flashing a smile at the barkeep "well it appears we have a small group willing to find your missing ale, I am sure there are a few other here that would be willing to assist as well. So what do you say? A small reward coupled with free rooms if we bring we find and retrieve your ale shipment?" He asks
After ordering wine and something to eat and asking the bartender if they have room for the night, Lenn just listen quietly parts of the conversations that the other clients are having. Most seem to be travelers like himself. His attention is caught by the display of the woman near the fire. She seems to be trying to impress the man sitting with her, he tried to look better at that man for he seemed to have some particular features but his demeanor is peaceful and even shy.
He doesn't particularly likes the change of music but he guess that the bard will come back, eventually, to his original set of songs.
He waits patiently for his dinner to be served and despite he is not entirely relaxed it seems to him that he could pass a quiet night.
Then, one of the card players drops his mug of ale, and, trying to recover it he cuts himself. Nothing serious just a flesh wound in one finger but the red blood flows from the cut down the finger and into the hand.
Something primal churns into his chest at the smell and look of the blood. He keeps the control by looking away, again towards the strange pair by the fire. His left fist is clenched at the table as he struggles for a few seconds to keep control. No. He could never truly relax again.
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Álfarr's eyes follow Esther's fire, enchanted by the way the flames twist and curl around her hand. He makes for a very good audience, both with his genuine enjoyment of the trick and the eagerness written in the way he leans forwards. As she closes her fist and opens it again, another faint smile appears under his beard.
"You're very good with it. It's, uh... nice to have friends. It saved your life? That's nice. It's impressive without the campfire. I think it's impressive." He scratches his neck. "I'm easily impressed."
Esther giggles and makes a small bow of her head with a gracious gesture with her free hand. "You're too kind! But honestly, I've only just begun to understand all this. A few weeks ago I couldn't even do that much. But, I have more time these days to focus than I used to so I shouldn't be too hard on myself."
Esther puts her wand away, taking a moment to glance over to the woman who still hasn't chosen to join the conversation. She wonders if she had been terribly rude to the woman with that comment about the folk freezing to death. Or perhaps the woman was simply hard of hearing. Nothing to be done about it either way, Esther supposed.
Esther looks back to her companion and asks with a hint of gentle mocking in her voice, "And what of you, Álfarr? You... Like weapons?"
The bartender nods slightly at his comment before grabbing a jug from behind the bar, filling it and placing down on the counter for him. "It's not exactly common but the winery that makes it thought it would be funny to name it 'Common wine'. If you ask me it's a horrible name for such a good drink. The 'fine wine' is actually two separate wines that are both rather rare around these parts."
The man cleared his throat and placed his cards down on the table. "If Vladimir was playing then he would attempt to take advantage of everyone at the table, travelers and locals alike. But I understand if the price is a little too high for your liking. Normally I wouldn't go above eight silver but tonight I'm feeling rather lucky.." He laughs a little before picking his cards back up.
While watching the card game he notices that each player has two cards and in the middle of the table there are four cards laying face up. Before another card is added to the middle the man in the seat closest to the wall seems to have 'accidentally' drops his cards and goes down to retrieve them.
The bartender nodded slightly and turned away from the counter for a few seconds before returning with a mug, a bottle of what looked to be a blue wine and a small hint of a smile. "Perhaps this will be to your liking good sir." As he placed the mug down and opened the bottle before carefully pouring some of it into the mug. "If it's not to your liking I can get you something else."
The man sitting beside him glanced down at his own drink for a moment before shaking his head slightly. Then he took a breath and let it out before offering him his hand. "It is a pleasure to meet you Professor, my name is Daenorin. I don't really know much about the fog but there's something about it that doesn't really feel natural. Maybe it's just my imagination but when I was out it felt as though someone or something was watching me..." he trailed off slightly before glancing at the newcomer for a moment. "Oh... it's also nice to meet you... Kosef?"
The bartender thought over what had been said for a few moments before nodding ever so slightly. "That seems like a fair enough exchange. I only ask that you wait until morning to venture out, last time there was a fog like this around here a small group of travelers like yourselves went out after hearing rumors of werewolves in the fog and they were never seen or heard from again. I would feel awful if I sent you two out there and you didn't come back..."
As the bartender was getting him the wine he'd ordered he winced slightly as he saw the card play drop his mug of ale. It had been sometime since an accident such as this had happened and as he thought about it he couldn't help but wonder if it was an omen of something worse to come. He quickly brought the wine over to the stranger's table before rushing over to the card table. "Carnelis, you should let me patch you up then you should head back home so you don't cause yourself or anyone else here anymore harm." He said in a rather calm manner even though he was rather worried for him and the other patrons in the establishment. A few minutes of back and forth between the two the injured man agrees and with a little help from the bard who had stopped playing at that point, the man's finger was no longer bleeding but there was a little on the table and cards he had been hold.
As the man slowly left the tavern along with the woman that had been sitting at the bar, the bard began to clean up while the bartender finished getting the stranger's meal for him. Once it was finished he carefully brought it over to the table as an apologetic expression crossed his features. "I'm sorry about that, it's rather unusual for accidents such as that to happen around here, normally things like that are seen as a sort of omen... Although sometimes it is difficult to tell if it's a good thing or not. If there is anything that I can do to help you in any way just let me know what it is and I'll do my best to make sure it happens."
Wisp spots the man and woman leave the tavern, feeling the gust of cold air as they open the door to the outside. He stands and wanders over to a window at the front, standing side on so he can see both into the tavern and out to the street. He takes a sip from his goblet and looks outside, watching the pair head home for a brief moment before they are consumed by the fog.
He preferred the outdoors usually, but even he was glad for the sanctuary of the tavern this night, the fog seemed eerie.
He turns his attention back to the dragonborn, Terrax, seeing him at the bar. He ponders on their agreement, wondering why he had decided to make the deal. Working with others was often difficult, he himself preferred stealth and subtlety, but was that something Terrax was even capable of.
His eyes sweep the rest of the room. Sizing up the others present as well. His gaze lingers on the people at the fire, and the odd motion of the fire itself.
"It's ok " he says about the small commotion " A room for the night if you have one" Lenn asks to the man after his offer.
When he leaves he takes a long sip of the wine. It is not quite as satisfactory as what he really wants, but it calms the dryness of his mouth.
He then starts to eat slowly as someone that has no real apetite.
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Harald glances at Kosef quizzically then gestures towards Daenorin with his eyes. Something about Daenorin's demeanor is unnerving. The sigh. The shake of his head. All as if he's hiding something.
Insight check on Daenorin: 21
To Daenorin, "Something watching you my dear fellow? Please I must know more."
"And as for the wine young man, it's just fine. Thank you so much. How much do I owe you?"
Harald-
You can sense from his demeanor that there is something he isn't telling you. You can also gather that he doesn't seem all that comfortable talking about the fog in an open area, almost as if he is worried about someone or something overhearing the conversation.
"A couple of somethings actually. There was a little accident a couple weeks back that should have killed me, somehow I managed to survive but a short time after the accident I started to feel like something was watching me. They take the form of moths and although I've managed to disperse them for the time being... they'll be back."
"Your welcome, good sir. It'll be four gold pieces."
Everyone-
Suddenly, the tavern door swings open and a hush falls over the room. Framed by the lamp-lit fog, a form strides through the doorway. His heavy, booted footfalls and the jingle of his coins shatter the silence. His brightly colored clothes are draped in loose folds about him, and his hangs askew, hiding his eyes in shadows. Without hesitation, he walks up to the bar and stands proudly in a wide stance with folded arms.
In an accented voice he says, "I have been sent here to deliver a message. If you be creatures of honor, you will come to my master's aid at first light. It is not advisable to travel the Svalich Woods at night!" He pulls from his tunic a sealed letter, those sitting at the bar notice that it is addressed several people in beautiful flowing script. He places the letter on the counter. "Take the west road from here some five hours march down through the Svalich Woods. There you will find my master in Barovia."
At the banging of the tavern door, Esther stands in sudden alarm. Her hand goes immediately to her jacket pocket, grasping her wand. But she stops, listening to the messenger's declaration. When he is through, she glances at Álfarr with a look of concern, then approaches the bar. She asks the messenger, "To whom is your master's summon addressed, sir? And what aid does your master require?"
"Four gold!?" Harald nearly spits out his wine and hands over the gold. Harald was about to question Daenorin more, but then the strange figured walked in.
If Harald is close enough to the figure who just walked in, he would like to discretely look at the letter and see if he can make out the names. Perception 17
Lenn is going to ask something to the weird messenger but the woman express his doubts perfectly and waits for an answer.
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Álfarr hesitates at Esther's question, smile fading. "I... uh... well..." He turns around as the door opens, slightly relieved that his conversation with Esther got cut off where it did. But the relief quickly gives way to a nervous air as he hears the man and Esther's question. He stands up out of his seat and watches Esther as she approaches the bar, looking like he wants to follow but making no other move to do so.
As the door flys open Terrax turns ready to defend him, seeing the messenger climb ontop of the bar, he moves his seat back to give him room.
"Well someone knows how to make an appearance" he mumbles as he reaches for the sealed letter.
Wisp starts to move as soon as the door swings open and the figure enters, inwardly cursing himself for moving away from his belongings. By the time the figure had turned around and made their proclamation, he was standing by his chair.
Creatures of honour the person had said, that wasn't exactly how he would describe himself. And yet there was the unmistakable jingle of coin as the man walked. And the place he mentioned, Barovia. That was not somewhere he had been before, and was as good a place as any to continue his search. He slowly takes his seat, watching with interest how this would play out.
Everyone-
The messenger turns his attention towards Esther as she approaches the bar before shifting his gaze towards the letter for a moment almost as if to refresh his memory. "It is addressed to multiple people. You wouldn't happen to know anyone who goes by the names Harald, Lenn, Esther, Kosef, Álfarr, Terrax or Whisper from Shadows, would you?" As he spoke he began to reach for his coin purse. "He is willing to pay whatever it takes for someone or a group of people to help save someone he cares about dearly from an evil force that has recently made it's presence known in the village."
The man turns his back to her and says to the now wary barkeeper, "Fill the glasses and mugs, one and all." He says as he drops the purse heavy with gold on the bar. Then he turns back to the others and seems to smile before he begins to head towards the door.
Harald-
When you look at the letter, out of the seven names written on it you recognize two of them. One being your own and one being that of Kosef. The other names written on it are; Lenn Kranne, Terrax, Whisper from Shadows, Álfarr and Esther ... - although it looks as though the ink has been smudge after the last name almost as if there had been a second name
Lenn raises an eyebrow when he hears his name.
"Are you going to brave the fog again messenger?" he asks when he sees that him heads towards the door "It would be wise to wait here for the sunrise. Do you have a name?"
He speaks in a low voice as if talk was an effort, and in fact, those were the most words he has spoken in weeks.
PbP Character: A few ;)
Seeing the coin purse, Terrax Pipes up "Now you are speaking my Language friend, and thank you for the drink" he says with his usual smile. As the messenger heads to the door "I have to agree with my friend with the white hair, and insist you take your own advice and not travel at night. Why not stay share a drink and tell us more about your Master" Terrax crosses the tavern back to the chair with his gear. "Come take a seat"