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Ragna keeps drinking slowly looking over his comrades. He listens in and keeps his hand tight on war hammer just in case. He listens [perception] 9 [/perception]
The man stares at Grindal for a full minute before clapping a hand on his shoulder. He begins to make a roaring sound like a bear in pain, which you soon realize is laughter. "Come, come my insulting friend, let me buy you a pint." He roars for two mugs of ale which the barmaid promptly brings, and hands one to Grindal. "You're a right fellow," He says, still chuckling. "As to this Gundren, I have heared of that name. He's looking to do some prospecting, if I am correct."
Ragna keeps drinking slowly looking over his comrades. He listens in and keeps his hand tight on war hammer just in case. He listens [perception] 17 [/perception]
Ragna overhears the conversation of two rough-looking miners. They are discussing recent orc raids, and contemplating if the risks are worth the bounty.
I catch the barmaid and ask for a pot of boiling hot water. She gives me a questioning look but takes my money and walks off. I think it best not to mention that I need it for alchemy, lest I get run out of town for witchcraft again (I'm going to flavor my spell slots as potions, no mechanical effect). I scan through a section of my notebook marked "interacting with other people," then find a common looking group to ask my afore mentioned questions to.
If necessary, persuasion: 12
Elsa eagerly jumps into this conversation, anxious to show off her local knowledge. "I don't know of no goblins attacking this town, but there have been many a raid on passing caravans. Things don't look so good for traders up in these parts, what with the Redbrands and the goblins and now these orcs. But methinks I am talking too much," She says abruptly, looking fearfully at a tall, pale man dressed in a thick cloak even on such a warm day. " I'll be getting on with me work. These drinks won't serve themselves! " She laughs nervously and hurries off.
Trombin pipes up after listening for a few minutes and a few long pulls from his mug.
"Elsa, what are these Redbrands you speak of? We were besieged by goblins yesterday on the road- but we haven't heard signs of orc, what have you heard of them? We haven't ran into this Daran Edermath, he calls himself an adventurer you said- does this imply that he isn't one? I know I've asked a lot dear, here, for your trouble."
At this Trombin slides two copper pieces towards her on the table.
Elsa prentends she did not hear the question about the Redbrands, but as to the others:
"Edermath claims he was an adventurer in his youth, but as to that, not a soul in town believes him. Everyone knows of the orcs and goblins, they've been picking off traders and their supplies for months. I can't talk too much right now" -Another glance to the cloaked man- "But perhaps later." She pockets the coins and bustles off to the bar.
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(Assuming that 13 was enough to for Tannen to piece together these hints)
Funny that no one is willing to talk about these red brands as soon as Mr. Hat-and-Cloak walks in. I casually pour the Elixir of Charming Persona I brewed a week ago into a discarded cup and down it (Charm Person: target Mr. Hat-and-Cloak, DC 13 wis save). The surge of suave self confidence that washes over me owes to far more than the alcoholic base. I walk up to the suspicious figure in an amiable manner while noting anything that might indicate he is armed under his cloak.
Perception: 18
"Well met, my friend. I am Elison, a traveler of sorts. My comrades and I have not been here more than a day, and we have already buried a friend and gotten drunk in his honor. But you too must know what it is like to bury someone, judging by the looks you are getting."
"Don't worry, I'm sure you haven't killed anyone who didn't deserve it. Here, let's get you a drink to clear that pallid look off your face" *buys two ales* "We're just in town for the night before heading off on some adventuring business. What brought you to Phandalin?"
Ragna walks over to Elison and joins him. "Let me buy the next round Elison, Mordrain's blessing to yee" Ragan says he pulls out what coin he has and hand it to the barkeep.
I give Ragna a bit of a nudge when Mr. Hat-and-Cloak isn't looking to indicate that he should take some of the talking. Social skills are not something one develops on the open road or in a cloistered academy, and there's only so much that magic can make up for. Besides, when the potion wears off and the man realizes he was tricked, I don't want to be the one who has his attention.
"Orcs you say. They wouldn't happen to employ goblins in roadside raids, would they? Were looking for the goblins that killed our companion and possibly our client, Gundren Rockseeker."
I wait for the man to walk out the door, then turn to Ragna. "Well he seemed friendly enough. What do you say about heading up to the townmasters hall in the morning?" I walk off to see if Grindal needs help getting to his room, taking his uncharacteristic silence to mean that he tried to match the massive orc of a man drink for drink and failed.
Ragna keeps drinking slowly looking over his comrades. He listens in and keeps his hand tight on war hammer just in case. He listens [perception] 9 [/perception]
The man stares at Grindal for a full minute before clapping a hand on his shoulder. He begins to make a roaring sound like a bear in pain, which you soon realize is laughter. "Come, come my insulting friend, let me buy you a pint." He roars for two mugs of ale which the barmaid promptly brings, and hands one to Grindal. "You're a right fellow," He says, still chuckling. "As to this Gundren, I have heared of that name. He's looking to do some prospecting, if I am correct."
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
Trombin pipes up after listening for a few minutes and a few long pulls from his mug.
"Elsa, what are these Redbrands you speak of? We were besieged by goblins yesterday on the road- but we haven't heard signs of orc, what have you heard of them? We haven't ran into this Daran Edermath, he calls himself an adventurer you said- does this imply that he isn't one? I know I've asked a lot dear, here, for your trouble."
At this Trombin slides two copper pieces towards her on the table.
Elsa prentends she did not hear the question about the Redbrands, but as to the others:
"Edermath claims he was an adventurer in his youth, but as to that, not a soul in town believes him. Everyone knows of the orcs and goblins, they've been picking off traders and their supplies for months. I can't talk too much right now" -Another glance to the cloaked man- "But perhaps later." She pockets the coins and bustles off to the bar.
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
Insight: 13
(Assuming that 13 was enough to for Tannen to piece together these hints)
Funny that no one is willing to talk about these red brands as soon as Mr. Hat-and-Cloak walks in. I casually pour the Elixir of Charming Persona I brewed a week ago into a discarded cup and down it (Charm Person: target Mr. Hat-and-Cloak, DC 13 wis save). The surge of suave self confidence that washes over me owes to far more than the alcoholic base. I walk up to the suspicious figure in an amiable manner while noting anything that might indicate he is armed under his cloak.
Perception: 18
"Well met, my friend. I am Elison, a traveler of sorts. My comrades and I have not been here more than a day, and we have already buried a friend and gotten drunk in his honor. But you too must know what it is like to bury someone, judging by the looks you are getting."
Wisdom Saving Throw: 6
"Eh? What in the Nine Hells are you talking about?"
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
"Don't worry, I'm sure you haven't killed anyone who didn't deserve it. Here, let's get you a drink to clear that pallid look off your face" *buys two ales* "We're just in town for the night before heading off on some adventuring business. What brought you to Phandalin?"
Ragna walks over to Elison and joins him. "Let me buy the next round Elison, Mordrain's blessing to yee" Ragan says he pulls out what coin he has and hand it to the barkeep.
The man eyes you suspiciously but accepts the drinks.
"I'll be keeping my name to meself. And lets just say I'm a local. Keeps things simple."
The man is very guarded in his speech.
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
I give Ragna a bit of a nudge when Mr. Hat-and-Cloak isn't looking to indicate that he should take some of the talking. Social skills are not something one develops on the open road or in a cloistered academy, and there's only so much that magic can make up for. Besides, when the potion wears off and the man realizes he was tricked, I don't want to be the one who has his attention.
(ok then...)
"So, what kind of jobs are there in town for the adventuring, warrior type?"
"Well, lemme see... There's that orc threat that you've been hearing about. And the bounty is no little coin, let me tell you."
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
"Orcs you say. They wouldn't happen to employ goblins in roadside raids, would they? Were looking for the goblins that killed our companion and possibly our client, Gundren Rockseeker."
"We could take on some Orcs, fatten our purse and purchase some better gear! Who do we talk to if we want to take the job?"
"The townmasters hall is the place you'll be seeking. Now if ye don't mind, I have business of me own to attend to."
He drains his mug, gives you a nod, and strides out the door on long, lanky legs.
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
I wait for the man to walk out the door, then turn to Ragna. "Well he seemed friendly enough. What do you say about heading up to the townmasters hall in the morning?" I walk off to see if Grindal needs help getting to his room, taking his uncharacteristic silence to mean that he tried to match the massive orc of a man drink for drink and failed.
"I agree tannen, let's get some rest and see about these orc in the morning. Sleep well and see you at dawn."
Trombin finished his cider and heads up to his room, locking the door behind him.