Samson, pushing threw the crowd in this relatively small open room proves to be somewhat difficult as they are constantly moving and throwing their drink around. A few times you are splashed with Ale as you push pass a couple, dirty but fairly good looking female residents. Approaching the bar you signal to the barkeep. He is a younger man, mid to late twenties. Scruff on his chin and short hair slicked back with some kind of gel. He nods but spends 5 minutes handing out drinks and food before he can respond to you.
"Aye Friend we have rooms for rent" He speaks idly as he fills another tankard. "'Fraid we only have 3 at the moment however, Blasted Legionaries are taking the others." As he hands the tankard to one of the Inn's servers, A Young Human girl with fiery red hair. She carries a tray of tankards off into the crowd. He Finally addresses you face to face. "20 silver for a room friend, an extra 10 will get ya breakfast in the mornin." He takes a swig of some kind of alcohol from a cup and begins preparing another meal.
Geoffrey, the stable is a mess of Broken wooden beams and rotten hay. The Stable hand is busy brushing a Stallion covered in the Legions colors. A Meek lad, dirty and thin. He dosent speak as you plop the saddle down. The Hearth in the Inn is hard to get to, being close to the Performers to keep them warm during their tunes. It is a well traveled part of the inns floor. You eventually push threw and warm yourself by it. Not only is the warmth a welcome change as it soothes your chilled bones, It is comforting in a way you had not felt before.
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Logan manages to wiggle a space at the bar not too far from Samson and can't help but take a second to get a sense of the possible ales. He figures the size of the town means there's a wide selection of one.
"Rooms big enough for two?" he calls in a raised voice toward the barkeep.
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"No boom today. Boom tomorrow. There's always a boom tomorrow" "No power in the 'verse can stop me"
Logan, behind the bar you see one Large barrel with a tap in it, the barkeep keeps filling tankards from it so you imagine your assumption is probably right but above the barrel you see 3 green-ish glass bottle with corks in them, the barkeep generally keeps clear of the bottles. Every so often he grabs one of them and pours a little into the cup he keeps drinking from.
As the young man fills yet another tankard from the same Tapped barrel, He shouts over his shoulder. "2 comfortably maybe 3, depends on the size of the person. Its nothin fancy but it will keep ya out of the weather." He places the now full tankard, brimming with the frothy ale onto yet another tray. A Different Barmaid, Older then the red head but not terribly old. Late thirties at the most, Scoops the tray up and walks in the same direction the red head had gone.
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"I guess I'll bunk with you, then, Miss Clarity. It would be less weird than us bunking co-ed." Alethra moved through the crowd. "20 silver you said? That's two gold so here you go." She turned back toward the tiefling and thumbs-upped.
The Barkeep scoops up the gold pieces as soon as you drop them on the counter and pockets them. "Much obliged folks, heres ya keys. Rooms are on the second floor, No chamber pots Im afraid. There is a outhouse out back if ya need it." He produces 2 keys from under the Counter and hands them to Samson and Alethra. Simple brass keys with tags on the ends of them.
Samson your key has the Number 3 on it.
Alethra your key has the number 5 on it.
You all do notice, he is trying his best to conceal a smile.
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Samson sidles to Alethra and whispers, "You get the feeling we just got duped into paying too much?" He glances at the bartender. (Could I use insight to check? If so,)
Samson, something about this young man is rubbing you the wrong way. He is definetly doing his best to conceal a smile as he continues on working. Taking a moment to look at the back wall, directly in front of you. You see a sign, Simple parchment with room rates scrawled onto it in black ink.
It Reads.
"1 small room with one bed for 1 night: 5 Copper."
"1 Large Room with 2 beds for 1 night: 1 Silver"
"An additional 5 per night if you intend to stay longer"
"A additional 5 copper will get you a warm breakfast of Eggs and sliced ham in the mornings"
Pigs got sick, no ham.
Chickens were slaughtered for soup, no Eggs.
There a splash of black ink covering the Breakfast option, Indicating it is no longer available.
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Logan follows Samson's gaze to the sign and blinks a bit, then looks over at the barkeep, "I'll get that third room for the night." putting on a little smile.
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"No boom today. Boom tomorrow. There's always a boom tomorrow" "No power in the 'verse can stop me"
The Bartender pulls a rather pleasant and delicious smelling spiced chicken from a stove against the back wall, Stove is a generous term. Its more of a potbelly oven used specifically for cooking spiced meats. Throwing some sliced potatoes and carrots on a serving tray with the chicken, He signals for one of the Maids to come fetch it. The Young redhead approaches the bar and drops a tray filled with empty tankards on the counter.
"They want another round Crespin, Their still very handsy with Deidra and I. When is Lou suppose to be here?" She is in a frenzied state as she grabs the tray of chicken, There is sweat on her brow and the bit of coal she used as make up around her eyes is starting to run down her cheek.
"For the hundreth bloody time Triss, I. Dont. Know. He'll show up when he shows up, Seven Hells he's probably just now crawlin out the mine." Bartender Crespin responds as he takes the tray of empty tankards and goes about filling them once more. "Just hope its soon, at this rate they'll drink the bloody barrel dry and wont pay a coin for it."
Triss scoffs and Composes herself, doing up the top button of her Blouse before making her way threw the crowd once more. The music comes to a slow stop, as does the dancing and laughter. The flute player by the hearth stands atop a bench. "Thank ya kindly folks, We're gunna take a wee break before the next set. Any Donations would be greatly appreciated and Remember, Yef and Sed will only be in Doreth for one night only so get your drink on and be merry!" The Human man raises his tankard and chugs it down before stepping off the stool and making his way out of the Inn. A few patrons do drop a coin into a hat next to the drummer as others applaud. The tavern has Quieted for the moment as people begin to find their seats and take a breather.
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"I thought it was a bit much." Alethra calmly reaches behind her, unhooks a small handaxe and thwaks it into the countertop. She leans in so only the barkeep can hear her and says, "I killed a man when I was twelve. I won't hesitate to do it again. Now, please, give me my 19 silver change."
Crespin, who was in the middle of setting the now full tankards back onto the tray drops two of them as the axe hits the wood of the counter. Clearly startled he takes a step back from the counter. You all hear the sound of chairs moving from the frontside of the tavern.
Roll intimidation Alethra. I'll give you advantage because of the use of the Handaxe.
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The young man is visibly shaking as you pull away from him Alethra, He quickly rumages threw the pockets of his trousers and throws what coin he has on the Counter before running threw a curtain and into the storage room.
"OI, Wha-*Hiccup* what ya doin to our barkeep outsider? ya threatenin 'im?" A very slurred and drunk voice sounds out behind you. Turning to see where it came from, you see 3 Legionaires of the Blood Rose. No more then 10 feet away from you, still clad in the Red and white of the Blood Rose and donning their traditional half-plate armor. The three men are barely standing, clearly very drunk. One of the men pull a longsword from the sheath at his side. "I think it best you leave this establishment outsider 'fore someone get 'urt."
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"Officer, please, this is just a misunderstanding. He tried to make me overpay, I saw the price, and wanted back what I didn't owe. There's no need for unnecessary violence. Besides, what would happen if your commanding officer found out just how drunk you three are? I recommend we all just sit back down, relax, and hell, I'll buy you a drink."
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Geoffrey basks for a moment in the warmth of the fire. It seemed to go deeper than just his bones, almost until it seems to warm his very soul.
A grumble from his stomach reminds him that warming his cold extremities wasn't the only part of his physiology that needed attention.
He turned to heads towards the bar to see about getting some food and some drink when he noticed that there seemed to be some commotion going on. He watches as three legionaries of the Blood Rose stand. One bears steel as they glare menacingly, and drunkenly, at a group near the bar who were obviously travelers like himself.
Geoffrey moves as quickly as he can to get in-between the legionaries and the other travelers.
He holds his arms out as if greeting an old friend, throwing his cloak back to show his shield and longsword. "Fredrick! How long has it been? At least since last summer's campaign!" he turns to the barkeep. "Barkeep if you please a round for my old comrade and his friends. I'll gladly pay to drink to the health of old friends!"
Geoffrey glances down at the bared sword and then looks back at the others crowded around the bar. "I see you still have your old fighting spirit eh? Come now, put the sword away! They aren't worth your time, and besides you might hit an innocent if you go swinging that thing in here with the crowd tonight!"
(OOC: Going to be traveling most of the day tomorrow but I will try and check when I stop to get gas. I'm going to go ahead and do a persuasion check but feel free to disregard if it is not needed DM)
Persuasion Check: 16
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While this is going on, Samson is going to get the coin before this escalates any further, leaving what's not their money. So he takes his 3 gold, leaves a silver, and Alethra's 2 gold, leaves a silver and hands her the money back. He says to the three Legionaires, "Come on fellas, wouldn't you prefer a free drink, and some nice music?"
Persuasion 18
He'll also pull out and play a nice tune on his viol, and give bardic inspiration to Alethra. (You can add 1d6 to a roll in the next 10 minutes)
Samson, pushing threw the crowd in this relatively small open room proves to be somewhat difficult as they are constantly moving and throwing their drink around. A few times you are splashed with Ale as you push pass a couple, dirty but fairly good looking female residents. Approaching the bar you signal to the barkeep. He is a younger man, mid to late twenties. Scruff on his chin and short hair slicked back with some kind of gel. He nods but spends 5 minutes handing out drinks and food before he can respond to you.
"Aye Friend we have rooms for rent" He speaks idly as he fills another tankard. "'Fraid we only have 3 at the moment however, Blasted Legionaries are taking the others." As he hands the tankard to one of the Inn's servers, A Young Human girl with fiery red hair. She carries a tray of tankards off into the crowd. He Finally addresses you face to face. "20 silver for a room friend, an extra 10 will get ya breakfast in the mornin." He takes a swig of some kind of alcohol from a cup and begins preparing another meal.
Geoffrey, the stable is a mess of Broken wooden beams and rotten hay. The Stable hand is busy brushing a Stallion covered in the Legions colors. A Meek lad, dirty and thin. He dosent speak as you plop the saddle down. The Hearth in the Inn is hard to get to, being close to the Performers to keep them warm during their tunes. It is a well traveled part of the inns floor. You eventually push threw and warm yourself by it. Not only is the warmth a welcome change as it soothes your chilled bones, It is comforting in a way you had not felt before.
Logan manages to wiggle a space at the bar not too far from Samson and can't help but take a second to get a sense of the possible ales. He figures the size of the town means there's a wide selection of one.
"Rooms big enough for two?" he calls in a raised voice toward the barkeep.
"No boom today. Boom tomorrow. There's always a boom tomorrow"
"No power in the 'verse can stop me"
Logan, behind the bar you see one Large barrel with a tap in it, the barkeep keeps filling tankards from it so you imagine your assumption is probably right but above the barrel you see 3 green-ish glass bottle with corks in them, the barkeep generally keeps clear of the bottles. Every so often he grabs one of them and pours a little into the cup he keeps drinking from.
As the young man fills yet another tankard from the same Tapped barrel, He shouts over his shoulder. "2 comfortably maybe 3, depends on the size of the person. Its nothin fancy but it will keep ya out of the weather." He places the now full tankard, brimming with the frothy ale onto yet another tray. A Different Barmaid, Older then the red head but not terribly old. Late thirties at the most, Scoops the tray up and walks in the same direction the red head had gone.
"I guess I'll bunk with you, then, Miss Clarity. It would be less weird than us bunking co-ed." Alethra moved through the crowd. "20 silver you said? That's two gold so here you go." She turned back toward the tiefling and thumbs-upped.
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Samson pulls out three gold, and says, "Here's for the room, and breakfast tomorrow." Looking at the group, he asks, "Anyone wanna bunk with me?"
The Barkeep scoops up the gold pieces as soon as you drop them on the counter and pockets them. "Much obliged folks, heres ya keys. Rooms are on the second floor, No chamber pots Im afraid. There is a outhouse out back if ya need it." He produces 2 keys from under the Counter and hands them to Samson and Alethra. Simple brass keys with tags on the ends of them.
Samson your key has the Number 3 on it.
Alethra your key has the number 5 on it.
You all do notice, he is trying his best to conceal a smile.
Samson sidles to Alethra and whispers, "You get the feeling we just got duped into paying too much?" He glances at the bartender. (Could I use insight to check? If so,)
Insight 12
Samson, something about this young man is rubbing you the wrong way. He is definetly doing his best to conceal a smile as he continues on working. Taking a moment to look at the back wall, directly in front of you. You see a sign, Simple parchment with room rates scrawled onto it in black ink.
It Reads.
"1 small room with one bed for 1 night: 5 Copper."
"1 Large Room with 2 beds for 1 night: 1 Silver"
"An additional 5 per night if you intend to stay longer"
"
A additional 5 copper will get you a warm breakfast of Eggs and sliced ham in the mornings"Pigs got sick, no ham.
Chickens were slaughtered for soup, no Eggs.
There a splash of black ink covering the Breakfast option, Indicating it is no longer available.
Logan follows Samson's gaze to the sign and blinks a bit, then looks over at the barkeep, "I'll get that third room for the night." putting on a little smile.
"No boom today. Boom tomorrow. There's always a boom tomorrow"
"No power in the 'verse can stop me"
The Bartender pulls a rather pleasant and delicious smelling spiced chicken from a stove against the back wall, Stove is a generous term. Its more of a potbelly oven used specifically for cooking spiced meats. Throwing some sliced potatoes and carrots on a serving tray with the chicken, He signals for one of the Maids to come fetch it. The Young redhead approaches the bar and drops a tray filled with empty tankards on the counter.
"They want another round Crespin, Their still very handsy with Deidra and I. When is Lou suppose to be here?" She is in a frenzied state as she grabs the tray of chicken, There is sweat on her brow and the bit of coal she used as make up around her eyes is starting to run down her cheek.
"For the hundreth bloody time Triss, I. Dont. Know. He'll show up when he shows up, Seven Hells he's probably just now crawlin out the mine." Bartender Crespin responds as he takes the tray of empty tankards and goes about filling them once more. "Just hope its soon, at this rate they'll drink the bloody barrel dry and wont pay a coin for it."
Triss scoffs and Composes herself, doing up the top button of her Blouse before making her way threw the crowd once more. The music comes to a slow stop, as does the dancing and laughter. The flute player by the hearth stands atop a bench. "Thank ya kindly folks, We're gunna take a wee break before the next set. Any Donations would be greatly appreciated and Remember, Yef and Sed will only be in Doreth for one night only so get your drink on and be merry!" The Human man raises his tankard and chugs it down before stepping off the stool and making his way out of the Inn. A few patrons do drop a coin into a hat next to the drummer as others applaud. The tavern has Quieted for the moment as people begin to find their seats and take a breather.
"I thought it was a bit much." Alethra calmly reaches behind her, unhooks a small handaxe and thwaks it into the countertop. She leans in so only the barkeep can hear her and says, "I killed a man when I was twelve. I won't hesitate to do it again. Now, please, give me my 19 silver change."
I'd like to roll intimidation.
Crespin, who was in the middle of setting the now full tankards back onto the tray drops two of them as the axe hits the wood of the counter. Clearly startled he takes a step back from the counter. You all hear the sound of chairs moving from the frontside of the tavern.
Roll intimidation Alethra. I'll give you advantage because of the use of the Handaxe.
18
Edit: That'll do it
The young man is visibly shaking as you pull away from him Alethra, He quickly rumages threw the pockets of his trousers and throws what coin he has on the Counter before running threw a curtain and into the storage room.
"OI, Wha-*Hiccup* what ya doin to our barkeep outsider? ya threatenin 'im?" A very slurred and drunk voice sounds out behind you. Turning to see where it came from, you see 3 Legionaires of the Blood Rose. No more then 10 feet away from you, still clad in the Red and white of the Blood Rose and donning their traditional half-plate armor. The three men are barely standing, clearly very drunk. One of the men pull a longsword from the sheath at his side. "I think it best you leave this establishment outsider 'fore someone get 'urt."
"Officer, please, this is just a misunderstanding. He tried to make me overpay, I saw the price, and wanted back what I didn't owe. There's no need for unnecessary violence. Besides, what would happen if your commanding officer found out just how drunk you three are? I recommend we all just sit back down, relax, and hell, I'll buy you a drink."
Geoffrey basks for a moment in the warmth of the fire. It seemed to go deeper than just his bones, almost until it seems to warm his very soul.
A grumble from his stomach reminds him that warming his cold extremities wasn't the only part of his physiology that needed attention.
He turned to heads towards the bar to see about getting some food and some drink when he noticed that there seemed to be some commotion going on. He watches as three legionaries of the Blood Rose stand. One bears steel as they glare menacingly, and drunkenly, at a group near the bar who were obviously travelers like himself.
Geoffrey moves as quickly as he can to get in-between the legionaries and the other travelers.
He holds his arms out as if greeting an old friend, throwing his cloak back to show his shield and longsword. "Fredrick! How long has it been? At least since last summer's campaign!" he turns to the barkeep. "Barkeep if you please a round for my old comrade and his friends. I'll gladly pay to drink to the health of old friends!"
Geoffrey glances down at the bared sword and then looks back at the others crowded around the bar. "I see you still have your old fighting spirit eh? Come now, put the sword away! They aren't worth your time, and besides you might hit an innocent if you go swinging that thing in here with the crowd tonight!"
(OOC: Going to be traveling most of the day tomorrow but I will try and check when I stop to get gas. I'm going to go ahead and do a persuasion check but feel free to disregard if it is not needed DM)
Persuasion Check: 16
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While this is going on, Samson is going to get the coin before this escalates any further, leaving what's not their money. So he takes his 3 gold, leaves a silver, and Alethra's 2 gold, leaves a silver and hands her the money back. He says to the three Legionaires, "Come on fellas, wouldn't you prefer a free drink, and some nice music?"
Persuasion 18
He'll also pull out and play a nice tune on his viol, and give bardic inspiration to Alethra. (You can add 1d6 to a roll in the next 10 minutes)
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Silas tries to find a quiet corner to wait out the brewing tension.
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