Seeing Mazour set himself to his task, Hutton closes his eyes for a moment and shakes his head slowly with a quiet chuckle. To no one in particular, he comments, "That one'll be the death of me, mark my words, whether by burning my place down or whiplash from twisting my own words so quickly. Ice, acrobats, baboons, explosives, and now he even makes me think I'm a dirty old man..." he trails off and shakes his head again.
"My money's on Brack. Look at his face. He's clearly the troublemaker " Redii quipped as she winked and flashed the dwarf a smile.
"You're absolutely right, Lazlo. I'm sorry. I've been out of sorts for a while now and I think I needed this reminder of what we build this place to be. All are welcome if they need shelter. But Zhox," he raises his voice a bit to be heard by the goliath and looks over to meet his gaze, "will be very...stern with anyone found to be causing trouble tonight. There'll be none of the usual evening shenanigans that we let slide."
Zhox grunted in agreement before giving the gathered Korvorsan's the best no-nonsense stare. The effect was ruined a bit as a moment later, two smaller children began climbing up the goliath like one would a tree. He tried to hold a straight face, but the snickering of some of the townsfolk eventually brought the widest smile most were like to see.
"... Yeh, I suppose I can 'elp in the kitchen,"He says nonchalantly as he begins to trudge his way towards the back. Before leaving earshot, he adds in a respect tone,"...And thanks for yeh 'ospitality."
Grabbing Brack's shoulder's, Redii stopped the dwarf from moving forward before saying, "Hold it Brack. Let me go to the kitchens. I feel like you'll have more use out here then I'll ever will. And besides, I'm a half decent cook when I want to be. I've got this." Then leaning in a bit and speaking quietly enough for only Brack to hear, she added in a whisper, "I just need a few minutes away from crowds and all 'this'. I promise I'll look after the Lam-, children afterwards alright." Giving Brack a nod, she quickly tried to push ahead before the dwarf could protest and stop her. Within minutes later, loud banging and shouts between the two occupants could occasionally be heard from the kitchens. It was unclear if Redii did indeed "Have it."
OOC: Assuming Brack let's Redii run off to the kitchens,
Marni turned and watched Redii disappear into the back kitchens. "Do I need keep an eye on her...?" she asked Brack who was now the last one left of the party. Without pausing, she sighed before adding in a kinder voice, "As for you, while you don't actually need to do anything of course, but I remember you playing her a couple times. If you're up for it. Maybe, a song or two might be a good for everyone in here..."
"Hutton dear, you don't 'handle' a woman like that. You just watch her go." Mazour paused for a moment before raising an eyebrow to Hutton. "Oh Grey Lady's grace, you dirty boy. I think you... misunderstand," he said with laugh.
When Marni laid into him he had a grin from ear to ear. "You would be right Miss Marni, I am not the server type. Consider them healed." With that he sashayed off into the crowd mingling and checking on their needs. As he slipped away he chuckle. Trained monkey they said. Fireworks are fine... Groetus' left nut Laina, I hope you haven't gotten me killed.
Note - Mazour will go through the crowd healing as much as he can. He's also going to see what the general mood is and listen for any stories about what's going on outside.
Insight: The general mood seemed to match what you've seen so far within the city: A general sense of unease and nervousness about what's happening. The folks within the bar seem to be in a bit better spirits than most and are trying the to make the best of things despite the circumstances. The children for the most part are generally aware that something is wrong, though like children often do, they able to forget rather quickly. The only child not acting the same is the eldest Lamb you rescued earlier. She has been somber and staying mostly to herself.
Persuasion: Most of the stories Mazour hears are ones he's heard already: King is dead (maybe by the Curse of the Crimson Throne), North Point seems to be the worst area for unrest, etc.. The only new rumor he heard was "The Acadamae’s closed its doors and says the doors will stay closed until the troubles in Korvosa die down. Can’t say I blame them!”
Like a little butterfly Mazour flittered from cluster to cluster checking on their health and well being. 'Good evening! The Grey Lady has indeed blessed me this evening with your presence. And as my thanks, I've come to tend to any wounds you may have? Come, come now, I see your arm. Now, let's have a look?"
With that the woman handed her child over to her husband. Dark rings lined bright blue eyes, a round face framed by dark brown hair pulled back into a now messy braid stared up at him with some distrust and pain. Mazour tenderly pulled back the sleeve to see an obviously broken arm. Looking up, he saw her family, a small boy with eyes wide with fear. The husband looked on with his hand on the boy's shoulder. "Hmmm... I think I'll need some help with this one." Looking at the father with a wink, he turned to the boy. "Can you help? Come over, now put your hand here and the other here. Oh look at you, you're a natural. Now, repeat after me, 'Grey Lady's Grace'." As the boy repeated it, Mazour held the reliquary over her arm and muttered a short prayer under his breath. Warm deep blue light surged through the arm and with a gasp she pulled it back free of pain. The little boy jumped and cheered, wrapping his arms around her. "Like I said, you are a natural. Well done."Ruffling the boy's hair, he checked the others injuries.
As he made his way around the tavern, it was mostly bumps and bruises. Maybe a few minor cuts, but those were easily cleaned and treated. And as always, he chatted as he worked. Listening as people talked around him, trying to get a better sense of whatever was going on in the city this evening. Mostly he found what expected. Tension, worry, unease with the death of the monarch. But it struck him as odd the Academae closed. Is it a coincidence?Both the temple and Wizard school closed at the same time? When he could he steered the conversation into lighter topics and lighten the mood. Especially around any children. He watched them play with the neighborhood children with a sense of relief. And hope. Except for the eldest child they'd rescued.
Somewhere along the way he acquired a glass of some sort of whiskey. Not his normal drink of choice but it was not as harsh as he thought it would be. And after the night he's had so far, he needed one. When he finished looking in on the people he sauntered over to the sad girl and sat down next to her, making sure to giver her some space. Reaching into his pack he pulled out some bread, breaking off a piece and handing it to her. "This is all I have on me, unfortunately. Redii should have some food fixed up soon. I know we just met, but if you need someone to talk to... I'm here. Sometimes sharing a burden can help."
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Brack gave Redii a large snort, "Suit yehself,"The dwarf grumbled as he watched her slip away before he could raise a rebuttal. Looking back now to Marni, Mazour, Hutton and Zhox, he gave a puzzled complexion. "Don't supposed yeh want any more noise, but if Miss Rabbit's gone off after t'kitchen, then I guess I'll stick to t'day job."
Brack made his way over to the staircase and began to make his way up. Stopping halfway and turning about so that the crowd could get a good view of him, he watched as the halfing gave him a disapproving glare with him venturing into parts forbidden. The dwarf cleared his throat loudly, attempting to gain the attention of the tavern but only drew several nearby onlookers his way.
That changed, however, when the dwarf began to chant a song familiar to most in the tavern. Alongside the chant, he began to slap the staircase rail rhythmically to accentuate the message. It was an ancient tune, one that persisted throughout the early colonial times in Korvosa, speaking to the plight of the Shoanti people. It's since evolved into a something more meaningful, a reminder of the proud heritage of Korvosa and foretold rebuke of the Cheliaxian governance. The song made its way throughout most taverns frequented by laborers of the city, and the dwarf sung the notes with care to not invoke furor in the patrons but rather remind them of patience in troubling times.
"This land belonged to the Shoanti Til' Cheliax cast out to the sea Their ships came up, their bows bore down 'Ell's marines, they came in tow (huh)
One day the Sinnermen come To cast us out where we are from One day, reckoning will come From up the high plateau
Flight we made from the shore Away from t'ellish spears they bore The elders took us in and swore The vision they did know
One day the Sinnermen come To cast us out where we are from One day, reckoning will come From up the high plateau..."
Hutton hurries around his apartment, stacking books and papers in a corner, taking down various marked-up maps and hastily-scrawled notes from walls and shoving them in a trunk. Once the very large bed is cleared off, he pulls a few more sheets and blankets out of a small closet and stuffs them under one massive arm. With his other hand, he quickly stacks an assortment of grimy dishes and does his best to carefully carry them all at once as he heads back to the stairs.
Just as he reaches the top steps, he hears Brack. With a distant look in his eyes, he sits back heavily on the landing, his cargo balancing on his lap.
As the final notes linger, he sets everything down and wipes his face on the top blanket. A loud, wet sniff can be heard by those nearby as he stands back up and returns to his room and slams the door behind him.
After a protracted silence, Marni approaches Brack at the foot of the stairs and quietly says, "'Twas Brennan's favorite tune...and holds a bit of a special meanin' for him. His mum was Shoanti, Grey Lady keep her. He'll be alright, though." She looks up the stairs and then back to Brack. "If my guess is right as far as what he's been up to of late -- and seein' as you've all been travelin' with him -- I take it the deed's done...? His Brennan was quite the pacifist and much the reason he retired his old ways and set up shop here. That was a long time ago, now. All that's to say you might understand if this culmination of events interminglin' with your song might've set off a few emotions he now lacks a distraction from." She smiles warmly. "It's good, though. He's needed to sort through things for a while now."
With that, she returns to her duties with an, "Oi! What did I tell you children about goin' behind the bar?!"
Mazour clapped loudly as Brak finished. "Still standing! Still here," he called out in Shoanti. With that, he stood, raised his glass and promptly drank deep. It was a cheer of hope, pride and strength. Over the years, Laina had involved him with all sorts of holiday events. They had faced many hardships over the years, and like his own people, barely survived.
Continuing in Shoanti he yelled out, "Now play the one about the Midwife and the Donkey!" He hoped for a laugh from the crowd, a lighter mood. Even if he knew the song was a bit bawdy to be played around so many children.
Some time later, long after the general din of the room had resumed, Hutton quietly reemerges and descendes the stairs, blankets in-hand.
"Sorry that took so long," he says to whoever he finds first. "The place was a bit messier than I thought and I... Uh... Didn't want the kids to have to deal with it." He cleared his throat quietly. "Everything should be in order now, though. And I grabbed these for whoever needs them down here."
He presses the blankets into the hands of whoever is closest.
"How are we doing on food? Do I need to scrounge up more or are we good for the night?"
Looking down at blankets pressed into his hands, Mazour blinked. Looking up to Hutton he blinked again, pausing for a moment longer than might be polite. With a gentle smile, he poured a glass from the dark brown bottle and passed it to Hutton. "You... look like you could use one," he said quietly. Mazour raised his glass to Hutton, and drank. "We did good work tonight," he motioned over to the young girl sitting next to him. "It's done. And the world is better for it. Don't doubt that. Not for a moment. Not ever."
"I'll go about and see who needs these. But things don't seem to be settling down. Nerves are too high. The Acadamae closed it's doors too. People are scared the Curse of the Crimson Throne struck again. There may not be much sleep tonight. Aside from that, Redii hasn't come out of the kitchen yet. It's almost...worrisome. I do hope your cook is still whole."
Hutton chuckles at the thought of Redii and old Melrom duking it out over pots and pans. He accepts the glass of wine and nods wordlessly at Mazour's words.
Once Maz leaves to work the crowd once more, he wanders over to Brack and hands the dwarf the wine. "You've more than earned your keep this night, bard. You have my gratitude. I don't know what happens from here, but I'm in your debt. Should you ever need anything, you have but to ask."
Mazour walks through the crowd, making jokes and soothing nerves as needed. With a casual and airy elven grace he moved from group group distributing the blankets, starting with the girl he'd rescued. As he circled around to behind the bar, casually laying the blankets down. As casually as he could he slipped 5 gold coins into the till, before shooing off the children who tried sneaking back there again. Apparently this and become a game between them and Miss Marnie. As a young child giggled and looked on, he winked and held up his finger to his lips. This is our secret little one. The little boy darted off with a laugh.
With a wink and a smile to Miss Marnie, he continued back to the crowded tavern walking in her direction.
After a protracted silence, Marni approaches Brack at the foot of the stairs and quietly says, "'Twas Brennan's favorite tune...and holds a bit of a special meanin' for him. His mum was Shoanti, Grey Lady keep her. He'll be alright, though."
Brack gave a respectful nod of his head while tugging at the cowl of his hood in salute for the appreciation of the rebellious tune.
She looks up the stairs and then back to Brack. "If my guess is right as far as what he's been up to of late -- and seein' as you've all been travelin' with him -- I take it the deed's done...? His Brennan was quite the pacifist and much the reason he retired his old ways and set up shop here. That was a long time ago, now. All that's to say you might understand if this culmination of events interminglin' with your song might've set off a few emotions he now lacks a distraction from." She smiles warmly. "It's good, though. He's needed to sort through things for a while now."
A gruff snort issues from Brack as Marni asks about the earlier events. "Yeh. It's done alright." There was a slight bitterness to the dwarf's tone, but that softened as he continued, "We 'aven't 'eard much about Brennan. That said, we 'aven't 'ad much of a chance to get to know 'utton, much less one other with t'way things 'ave been lately." Brack pauses, but before he can ask further about Hutton, she turns to give the children an earful.
Mazour clapped loudly as Brak finished. "Still standing! Still here," he called out in Shoanti. With that, he stood, raised his glass and promptly drank deep. It was a cheer of hope, pride and strength. Over the years, Laina had involved him with all sorts of holiday events. They had faced many hardships over the years, and like his own people, barely survived.
Continuing in Shoanti he yelled out, "Now play the one about the Midwife and the Donkey!" He hoped for a laugh from the crowd, a lighter mood. Even if he knew the song was a bit bawdy to be played around so many children.
Brack looked up at Mazour, letting the dim light of the tavern's hearth reveal how he was blinking in astonishment at the suggested tune. "What kind of Priest are yeh..." the dwarf mutters while he lets out a rare grin and begins to belt out the ballad request.
"I'll go about and see who needs these. But things don't seem to be settling down. Nerves are too high. The Acadamae closed it's doors too. People are scared the Curse of the Crimson Throne struck again. There may not be much sleep tonight. Aside from that, Redii hasn't come out of the kitchen yet. It's almost...worrisome. I do hope your cook is still whole."
Once Maz leaves to work the crowd once more, he wanders over to Brack and hands the dwarf the wine. "You've more than earned your keep this night, bard. You have my gratitude. I don't know what happens from here, but I'm in your debt. Should you ever need anything, you have but to ask."
Brack waves a hand at the glass of wine with a respectful nod as he reaches into his cloak and pulls out both his bottle of coffee, a long pipe, and a small canister of pipeweed. After packing it full, he puts the pipe into his mouth and cups his hands over the end while lighting it aflame. Taking a quick puff to let the fire catch, the dwarf replies, "T'same could be said to yeh both and Miss Rabbit, yeh all 'ave my gratitude as well. Got a bit 'airy back on the docks and about Korvosa, but glad that we 'ad one another's back. And with 'ow the city is now, well, it's good to 'ave allies."
The flame in the pipe gave off a dull glow, "That said, still don't know much about all yeh." He takes the pipe out of his mouth, takes a swig of coffee, and points the mouthpiece towards the kitchen, "When our friend returns, let's make sure we're all on t'same page, eh?"
Mazour made the rounds, before walking back to see Hutton and Brak chatting. Since neither Brak nor Hutton wanted the drink, he swept it up in a grand gesture and took a sip. "No sign of Redii yet? Should we go in to save her? It's getting a bit late."
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Zoldier's Curse of the Crimson Throne
"My money's on Brack. Look at his face. He's clearly the troublemaker " Redii quipped as she winked and flashed the dwarf a smile.
Zhox grunted in agreement before giving the gathered Korvorsan's the best no-nonsense stare. The effect was ruined a bit as a moment later, two smaller children began climbing up the goliath like one would a tree. He tried to hold a straight face, but the snickering of some of the townsfolk eventually brought the widest smile most were like to see.
Grabbing Brack's shoulder's, Redii stopped the dwarf from moving forward before saying, "Hold it Brack. Let me go to the kitchens. I feel like you'll have more use out here then I'll ever will. And besides, I'm a half decent cook when I want to be. I've got this." Then leaning in a bit and speaking quietly enough for only Brack to hear, she added in a whisper, "I just need a few minutes away from crowds and all 'this'. I promise I'll look after the Lam-, children afterwards alright." Giving Brack a nod, she quickly tried to push ahead before the dwarf could protest and stop her. Within minutes later, loud banging and shouts between the two occupants could occasionally be heard from the kitchens. It was unclear if Redii did indeed "Have it."
OOC: Assuming Brack let's Redii run off to the kitchens,
Marni turned and watched Redii disappear into the back kitchens. "Do I need keep an eye on her...?" she asked Brack who was now the last one left of the party. Without pausing, she sighed before adding in a kinder voice, "As for you, while you don't actually need to do anything of course, but I remember you playing her a couple times. If you're up for it. Maybe, a song or two might be a good for everyone in here..."
Zoldier’s Curse of the Crimson Throne: DM/ Redii || Zoldier's Strange Aeon's: DM
Zoldier's Curse of the Crimson Throne
Insight: The general mood seemed to match what you've seen so far within the city: A general sense of unease and nervousness about what's happening. The folks within the bar seem to be in a bit better spirits than most and are trying the to make the best of things despite the circumstances. The children for the most part are generally aware that something is wrong, though like children often do, they able to forget rather quickly. The only child not acting the same is the eldest Lamb you rescued earlier. She has been somber and staying mostly to herself.
Persuasion: Most of the stories Mazour hears are ones he's heard already: King is dead (maybe by the Curse of the Crimson Throne), North Point seems to be the worst area for unrest, etc.. The only new rumor he heard was "The Acadamae’s closed its doors and says the doors will stay closed until the troubles in Korvosa die down. Can’t say I blame them!”
Zoldier’s Curse of the Crimson Throne: DM/ Redii || Zoldier's Strange Aeon's: DM
Like a little butterfly Mazour flittered from cluster to cluster checking on their health and well being. 'Good evening! The Grey Lady has indeed blessed me this evening with your presence. And as my thanks, I've come to tend to any wounds you may have? Come, come now, I see your arm. Now, let's have a look?"
With that the woman handed her child over to her husband. Dark rings lined bright blue eyes, a round face framed by dark brown hair pulled back into a now messy braid stared up at him with some distrust and pain. Mazour tenderly pulled back the sleeve to see an obviously broken arm. Looking up, he saw her family, a small boy with eyes wide with fear. The husband looked on with his hand on the boy's shoulder. "Hmmm... I think I'll need some help with this one." Looking at the father with a wink, he turned to the boy. "Can you help? Come over, now put your hand here and the other here. Oh look at you, you're a natural. Now, repeat after me, 'Grey Lady's Grace'." As the boy repeated it, Mazour held the reliquary over her arm and muttered a short prayer under his breath. Warm deep blue light surged through the arm and with a gasp she pulled it back free of pain. The little boy jumped and cheered, wrapping his arms around her. "Like I said, you are a natural. Well done." Ruffling the boy's hair, he checked the others injuries.
As he made his way around the tavern, it was mostly bumps and bruises. Maybe a few minor cuts, but those were easily cleaned and treated. And as always, he chatted as he worked. Listening as people talked around him, trying to get a better sense of whatever was going on in the city this evening. Mostly he found what expected. Tension, worry, unease with the death of the monarch. But it struck him as odd the Academae closed. Is it a coincidence? Both the temple and Wizard school closed at the same time? When he could he steered the conversation into lighter topics and lighten the mood. Especially around any children. He watched them play with the neighborhood children with a sense of relief. And hope. Except for the eldest child they'd rescued.
Somewhere along the way he acquired a glass of some sort of whiskey. Not his normal drink of choice but it was not as harsh as he thought it would be. And after the night he's had so far, he needed one. When he finished looking in on the people he sauntered over to the sad girl and sat down next to her, making sure to giver her some space. Reaching into his pack he pulled out some bread, breaking off a piece and handing it to her. "This is all I have on me, unfortunately. Redii should have some food fixed up soon. I know we just met, but if you need someone to talk to... I'm here. Sometimes sharing a burden can help."
Brack gave Redii a large snort, "Suit yehself," The dwarf grumbled as he watched her slip away before he could raise a rebuttal. Looking back now to Marni, Mazour, Hutton and Zhox, he gave a puzzled complexion. "Don't supposed yeh want any more noise, but if Miss Rabbit's gone off after t'kitchen, then I guess I'll stick to t'day job."
Brack made his way over to the staircase and began to make his way up. Stopping halfway and turning about so that the crowd could get a good view of him, he watched as the halfing gave him a disapproving glare with him venturing into parts forbidden. The dwarf cleared his throat loudly, attempting to gain the attention of the tavern but only drew several nearby onlookers his way.
That changed, however, when the dwarf began to chant a song familiar to most in the tavern. Alongside the chant, he began to slap the staircase rail rhythmically to accentuate the message. It was an ancient tune, one that persisted throughout the early colonial times in Korvosa, speaking to the plight of the Shoanti people. It's since evolved into a something more meaningful, a reminder of the proud heritage of Korvosa and foretold rebuke of the Cheliaxian governance. The song made its way throughout most taverns frequented by laborers of the city, and the dwarf sung the notes with care to not invoke furor in the patrons but rather remind them of patience in troubling times.
"This land belonged to the Shoanti
Til' Cheliax cast out to the sea
Their ships came up, their bows bore down
'Ell's marines, they came in tow (huh)
One day the Sinnermen come
To cast us out where we are from
One day, reckoning will come
From up the high plateau
Flight we made from the shore
Away from t'ellish spears they bore
The elders took us in and swore
The vision they did know
One day the Sinnermen come
To cast us out where we are from
One day, reckoning will come
From up the high plateau..."
Performance check to soothe the crowd: 22
Hutton hurries around his apartment, stacking books and papers in a corner, taking down various marked-up maps and hastily-scrawled notes from walls and shoving them in a trunk. Once the very large bed is cleared off, he pulls a few more sheets and blankets out of a small closet and stuffs them under one massive arm. With his other hand, he quickly stacks an assortment of grimy dishes and does his best to carefully carry them all at once as he heads back to the stairs.
Just as he reaches the top steps, he hears Brack. With a distant look in his eyes, he sits back heavily on the landing, his cargo balancing on his lap.
As the final notes linger, he sets everything down and wipes his face on the top blanket. A loud, wet sniff can be heard by those nearby as he stands back up and returns to his room and slams the door behind him.
After a protracted silence, Marni approaches Brack at the foot of the stairs and quietly says, "'Twas Brennan's favorite tune...and holds a bit of a special meanin' for him. His mum was Shoanti, Grey Lady keep her. He'll be alright, though." She looks up the stairs and then back to Brack. "If my guess is right as far as what he's been up to of late -- and seein' as you've all been travelin' with him -- I take it the deed's done...? His Brennan was quite the pacifist and much the reason he retired his old ways and set up shop here. That was a long time ago, now. All that's to say you might understand if this culmination of events interminglin' with your song might've set off a few emotions he now lacks a distraction from." She smiles warmly. "It's good, though. He's needed to sort through things for a while now."
With that, she returns to her duties with an, "Oi! What did I tell you children about goin' behind the bar?!"
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Mazour clapped loudly as Brak finished. "Still standing! Still here," he called out in Shoanti. With that, he stood, raised his glass and promptly drank deep. It was a cheer of hope, pride and strength. Over the years, Laina had involved him with all sorts of holiday events. They had faced many hardships over the years, and like his own people, barely survived.
Continuing in Shoanti he yelled out, "Now play the one about the Midwife and the Donkey!" He hoped for a laugh from the crowd, a lighter mood. Even if he knew the song was a bit bawdy to be played around so many children.
Some time later, long after the general din of the room had resumed, Hutton quietly reemerges and descendes the stairs, blankets in-hand.
"Sorry that took so long," he says to whoever he finds first. "The place was a bit messier than I thought and I... Uh... Didn't want the kids to have to deal with it." He cleared his throat quietly. "Everything should be in order now, though. And I grabbed these for whoever needs them down here."
He presses the blankets into the hands of whoever is closest.
"How are we doing on food? Do I need to scrounge up more or are we good for the night?"
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Looking down at blankets pressed into his hands, Mazour blinked. Looking up to Hutton he blinked again, pausing for a moment longer than might be polite. With a gentle smile, he poured a glass from the dark brown bottle and passed it to Hutton. "You... look like you could use one," he said quietly. Mazour raised his glass to Hutton, and drank. "We did good work tonight," he motioned over to the young girl sitting next to him. "It's done. And the world is better for it. Don't doubt that. Not for a moment. Not ever."
"I'll go about and see who needs these. But things don't seem to be settling down. Nerves are too high. The Acadamae closed it's doors too. People are scared the Curse of the Crimson Throne struck again. There may not be much sleep tonight. Aside from that, Redii hasn't come out of the kitchen yet. It's almost...worrisome. I do hope your cook is still whole."
Hutton chuckles at the thought of Redii and old Melrom duking it out over pots and pans. He accepts the glass of wine and nods wordlessly at Mazour's words.
Once Maz leaves to work the crowd once more, he wanders over to Brack and hands the dwarf the wine. "You've more than earned your keep this night, bard. You have my gratitude. I don't know what happens from here, but I'm in your debt. Should you ever need anything, you have but to ask."
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Mis'tuv (Halfling Fathomless Warlock) - The Voyage of the Fallen Star
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Hutton Crowcreek (Human Fighter) - Curse of the Crimson Throne
Mazour walks through the crowd, making jokes and soothing nerves as needed. With a casual and airy elven grace he moved from group group distributing the blankets, starting with the girl he'd rescued. As he circled around to behind the bar, casually laying the blankets down. As casually as he could he slipped 5 gold coins into the till, before shooing off the children who tried sneaking back there again. Apparently this and become a game between them and Miss Marnie. As a young child giggled and looked on, he winked and held up his finger to his lips. This is our secret little one. The little boy darted off with a laugh.
With a wink and a smile to Miss Marnie, he continued back to the crowded tavern walking in her direction.
Stealth - 7 (lol)
Brack gave a respectful nod of his head while tugging at the cowl of his hood in salute for the appreciation of the rebellious tune.
A gruff snort issues from Brack as Marni asks about the earlier events. "Yeh. It's done alright." There was a slight bitterness to the dwarf's tone, but that softened as he continued, "We 'aven't 'eard much about Brennan. That said, we 'aven't 'ad much of a chance to get to know 'utton, much less one other with t'way things 'ave been lately." Brack pauses, but before he can ask further about Hutton, she turns to give the children an earful.
Brack looked up at Mazour, letting the dim light of the tavern's hearth reveal how he was blinking in astonishment at the suggested tune. "What kind of Priest are yeh..." the dwarf mutters while he lets out a rare grin and begins to belt out the ballad request.
Brack waves a hand at the glass of wine with a respectful nod as he reaches into his cloak and pulls out both his bottle of coffee, a long pipe, and a small canister of pipeweed. After packing it full, he puts the pipe into his mouth and cups his hands over the end while lighting it aflame. Taking a quick puff to let the fire catch, the dwarf replies, "T'same could be said to yeh both and Miss Rabbit, yeh all 'ave my gratitude as well. Got a bit 'airy back on the docks and about Korvosa, but glad that we 'ad one another's back. And with 'ow the city is now, well, it's good to 'ave allies."
The flame in the pipe gave off a dull glow, "That said, still don't know much about all yeh." He takes the pipe out of his mouth, takes a swig of coffee, and points the mouthpiece towards the kitchen, "When our friend returns, let's make sure we're all on t'same page, eh?"
Mazour made the rounds, before walking back to see Hutton and Brak chatting. Since neither Brak nor Hutton wanted the drink, he swept it up in a grand gesture and took a sip. "No sign of Redii yet? Should we go in to save her? It's getting a bit late."