Gleaning nothing of interest from it, Kallista goes to rejoin the others. Rather than talking though, she's quietly keeping watch of their surroundings.
Hearing Mikaela speak to the man clothed in the chainmail, Aruzhal follows her. He adds: "I could offer you a drink on me if that would convince you to help us.”
The barkeep gladly accepts Ilithienne's silver coin, grabs a tin mug from a hook above the bar, and hurries over to a keg on the back wall to fill it. As he does this, he answers to Ilithienne, "I'm afraid not. This fellow here's the only prime I've met today." he gestures to the man in armor. "Aside from you, it seems." He adds, pushing the now full mug over to Ilithienne. "However, if you want information, you should talk to Marlegan." He leans over and points to a corner of the bar. There, sitting alone at a table is a gray, shriveled crone with matted black hair and an extensive crooked nose. She drums her long, clawed fingers on the table, glancing around the bar every so often, as though expecting someone. "She's no ordinary guide. Her services include... supernatural aid." He says as he acknowledges Gavyn's order. "One silver, please."He says to the bard.
As Mikaela turns away from the boys' table, they start whispering amongst themselves.
"This place is a madhouse I tell you. Absolutely bonkers!" The armored man says to her in a rough accent as he looks up from the bar. "One moment, every peasant and noble alike knows the name of Oscar Blestham: The Goblin Scourge! Next moment I walk under a tree and I'm in this filthy pit, and no one could care less who I am! I deserve respect, I tell ya!"
You have most certainly not heard of a "Goblin Scourge" by the name of "Oscar Blestham".
"I would be grateful for that." He says the Aruzhal. "Apparently my lifetime supply of drink, earned through my heroic deeds, doesn't mean a thing to these folks. I want some of that asgardian-or-whatever-you-call-it. What do you want to know?"
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"Remind yourself that overconfidence is a slow and insidious killer."
With a polite smile Gavyn places a silver coin of his own on the bar counter and while waiting for his drink he keeps looking around the bar for anything curious, taking a particular interest in the shriveled crone by the corner table.
Aruzhal nods to the barkeep. "One Ysgardian for this gentleman here."
He tilts his head. "It appears that, like us, you've found yourself transported unwittingly to this city somehow. Do tell; I have not heard the tale of Oscar Blestham, the Goblin Scourge. But I would be willing to hear it out."
Once he tells his tale, the dragonborn would describe the three missing persons they are looking for.
Mikaela waits a bit impatiently as Aruzhal had asked to listen to this man - Oscar Blestham evidently - tell his tale. Once he's had a chance to tell it, she adds to the dragonborn's comments. "We would very much appreciate any help you might be able to offer."
She tries hard not to show it, but she expects little from this man and is eager to move on to this Marlegan that the bartender mentioned.
Gleaning nothing of interest from it, Kallista goes to rejoin the others. Rather than talking though, she's quietly keeping watch of their surroundings.
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Hearing Mikaela speak to the man clothed in the chainmail, Aruzhal follows her. He adds: "I could offer you a drink on me if that would convince you to help us.”
Aruzhal - Lv 1 Tempest Cleric - Planescape: Lost
The barkeep gladly accepts Ilithienne's silver coin, grabs a tin mug from a hook above the bar, and hurries over to a keg on the back wall to fill it. As he does this, he answers to Ilithienne, "I'm afraid not. This fellow here's the only prime I've met today." he gestures to the man in armor. "Aside from you, it seems." He adds, pushing the now full mug over to Ilithienne. "However, if you want information, you should talk to Marlegan." He leans over and points to a corner of the bar. There, sitting alone at a table is a gray, shriveled crone with matted black hair and an extensive crooked nose. She drums her long, clawed fingers on the table, glancing around the bar every so often, as though expecting someone. "She's no ordinary guide. Her services include... supernatural aid." He says as he acknowledges Gavyn's order. "One silver, please." He says to the bard.
As Mikaela turns away from the boys' table, they start whispering amongst themselves.
"This place is a madhouse I tell you. Absolutely bonkers!" The armored man says to her in a rough accent as he looks up from the bar. "One moment, every peasant and noble alike knows the name of Oscar Blestham: The Goblin Scourge! Next moment I walk under a tree and I'm in this filthy pit, and no one could care less who I am! I deserve respect, I tell ya!"
You have most certainly not heard of a "Goblin Scourge" by the name of "Oscar Blestham".
"I would be grateful for that." He says the Aruzhal. "Apparently my lifetime supply of drink, earned through my heroic deeds, doesn't mean a thing to these folks. I want some of that asgardian-or-whatever-you-call-it. What do you want to know?"
"Remind yourself that overconfidence is a slow and insidious killer."
With a polite smile Gavyn places a silver coin of his own on the bar counter and while waiting for his drink he keeps looking around the bar for anything curious, taking a particular interest in the shriveled crone by the corner table.
Aruzhal nods to the barkeep. "One Ysgardian for this gentleman here."
He tilts his head. "It appears that, like us, you've found yourself transported unwittingly to this city somehow. Do tell; I have not heard the tale of Oscar Blestham, the Goblin Scourge. But I would be willing to hear it out."
Once he tells his tale, the dragonborn would describe the three missing persons they are looking for.
Aruzhal - Lv 1 Tempest Cleric - Planescape: Lost
Mikaela waits a bit impatiently as Aruzhal had asked to listen to this man - Oscar Blestham evidently - tell his tale. Once he's had a chance to tell it, she adds to the dragonborn's comments. "We would very much appreciate any help you might be able to offer."
She tries hard not to show it, but she expects little from this man and is eager to move on to this Marlegan that the bartender mentioned.
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Ilithienne takes a look at the old lady...
"She is the guide?" Ilithienne looks at the lady with doubt, however what this place has already thaught her is nothing is what it looks like.
She picks up her mug and takes a sip of the drink. She tastes it for a moment and with a faint smile she takes a few steps toward the old lady.
"May I?" Ilithienne asks gently standing next to her table, pointing to the place opposite to her.
"I don't care, I'm still free. You can't take the sky from me..."