(feel free to conclude any prior conversations, but when you are all ready this is what will follow)
After a couple minutes, you all arrive at the Grand Gorisian Inn. The name does not immediately seem fitting, as the largely wooden establishment seems far from being elegant. Upon entering the Inn, you enter into a low-lit room filled with the strong scent of cinnamon. A small man with a greying beard and purple and black vest, who Olivier would recognize as Stiros, is standing behind the wooden desk, assisting a dwarf.
"Again, I am sorry, my friend," Stiros says to the dwarf. "It's all we have at this time."
The dwarf sighs and hands over a few coins to Stiros before making his way out of the room.
Stiros immediately recognizes his friend and waves, a bright smile overcoming his face. "Why hello there! Welcome to the Grand Gorisian Inn! What can I help you all with?"
Quay walks up to Olivier as he leads them through the town. After a bit of silence, he asks, “Um, this might be a strange question, but is there anyone in town who knows a lot about monsters? I…uh…I’m trying to find information about a specific one but I haven’t found any yet. It might be a rare one.”
Olivier would consider Quay’s question for a moment
"Hmm. That might be Arilan’s field of expertise. Otherwise, there’s this old lady that sells spices and books near my office. Those are the two that I can think of that could help you with that."
Once at the inn, Olivier would wave and smile back at the innkeeper. "Good to see you, Stiros. Have you met my new friends? They’re new in town. I was wondering if you could help us with something."
Stiros looks around at the group. "I don't recall seeing many of you before. It is truly a pleasure to see all of you on this lovely night. Welcome to Goris!" Stiros smiles and focuses back on Olivier. "Yes, of course. What do you all need help with?"
Leander let's Olivier take the lead unless he's brought in (doesn't want to cut him off) but will great Stiros with a handshake and a general greeting when appropriate, "Wonderful to meet you Stiros, the names Leander. If you and your Inn are ever in need of some music and I'm in town just let me know."
Stiros responds to Leander and anyone else who introduces themself. "It's a pleasure, Leander. There isn't a day that goes by when we don't need music. We could always use a bit of merriment."
Stiros switches his focus to Olivier. "Very busy. Always is for Asanoria, but this year is packed. We've run out of rooms so I had to clear out an old storage room and stick some bedrolls in there." Stiros thinks for a moment. "Always shifty characters running about for the festival. Brings people from far and wide that I've never seen before. A group of people reserved a room via mail, which I have to say is a foreign concept to me. But on top of that, they reserved four rooms for a whole week, and they haven't even shown up yet. The week's almost over and no sign of them." Stiros sinks deeper into thought. He seems to be carefully choosing what to say. "Even though you're a friend, I try not to talk too much about my patrons. They've got their rights to privacy. But there's a ton of traders from out of town and I can't get a good read on any of them. Some of them can barely afford my humblest room, whereas others gave me more than I asked for with ease. I...I don't know. Astoya is not what it used to be."
Stiros responds to Leander and anyone else who introduces themself. "It's a pleasure, Leander. There isn't a day that goes by when we don't need music. We could always use a bit of merriment.
"Well maybe after we've taken care of some business I can swing buy and see if I can help make things a bit merrier."
Quay shakes Sterios’ hand timidly, and introduces himself as “Quay.” After he finishes talking to Olivier. Quay nods to him. “Thank you so much. We’re trying to find whoever is burning the farm fields around here. We’ve heard how difficult it’s been making the lives of everyone in this town. Any information that you give us can help us find who is doing it and bring them to justice.”
Stiros nods at Quay's words, thinking to himself for a moment. "Well, I've overheard some talk from my patrons. Just talk is all, maybe, but they seem to think these attacks are magical. Now, I don't know how they'd figure that out, all that magic stuff has always been a bit of a mystery to me, but...all I'm saying is these supposedly aren't you everyday troublemakers. Might be something a bit more serious than that. So move with caution, I'd say," Stiros says. He looks around the group. "But you seem like a true adventuring bunch, I'm sure you'll be up to the task!"
Araleth shrugs, crossing her arms. "Magic's not that special. Just means you need to be a bit more careful; it's harder to dodge a fireball than it is a blade. I'm sure we can handle it."
Stiros nods at Quay's words, thinking to himself for a moment. "Well, I've overheard some talk from my patrons. Just talk is all, maybe, but they seem to think these attacks are magical.
Leander chimes in as Stiros finishes, "I can understand the desire to give your patrons privacy but it could be of a great help to know which patron's might have information on what's happening. We're doing our best to see if we can deal with whatever's destroying the farmer's fields but having any extra information could really help. Maybe you could just point us in the right direction?"
Stiros nods. His previous inhibitions on the subject seem to slowly fade away at Leander's words. "I understand." He thinks for a moment, racking his brain over the patrons he has seen recently. "There's a drow here, a shifty one too, but...I hate to assume..." He pauses for a moment. "I don't want to think too much about who might be behind it, that's your jobs, but I do have some people you could speak with. It would need to be tomorrow, though, it's getting late and I wouldn't wish to bother them. One of the families unfortunately lost their house in the field fires, and so they've been staying here. They're all very upset and very sad, but I'm sure they know something. If they're no help..." Stiros looks down at a book on his desk. "I'll surely be able to find people who can help you, no doubt. But you'll have to return in the morning for that I'm afraid."
Quay listens to Stiros, and when he finishes Quay says to him, “Thank you so much for this information. We’ll do whatever we can to keep the people of this town safe. May the Eldertitans’ blessing fall upon this town.” As he says this, Quay pulls a necklace with a holy symbol on it: a circle with an upside-down 2 in the middle, and a dagger running down the center.
"Thank you, Stiros. You’re a good man. We’ll get back to you tomorrow. I promise you won’t regret it.", he says with a smile.
He then turns back to the rest of the party. "What do you say we go survey the fields tonight, and come back here if nothing comes up during the night?"
"I agree, I think we should go survey the field tonight and then if it seems like more could be going on we can look into this Drow individual a bit more."
"Sounds great," Stiros says, looking beyond you to see a prospective patron waiting in the back of the room. "See you all tomorrow."
As you all make your way out of the inn, it is about a five minute walk to the entrance of town. Olivier would know how to get here. Next to the Vamura Trail, a very old-looking cottage and a tall stone tower overlook acres of lush, rolling farmland. Small farmhouses are dotted along occasionally in the expansive grounds. Even in the darkness, it is not too difficult to notice the charred and blackened plots of land. Although the burned land is still relatively close to the tower, it would still take more than a minute running full speed to get there. It suddenly becomes apparent to you all that in a farming town, there is certainly a lot of land to look after.
The moon has now gotten much higher in the sky, and you can estimate it's been more than an hour since sundown. Other than the taverns, the town is still and tranquil.
Leander looks to Olivier for direction but in general he would propose that the best course of action is to get into a hidden overwatch position and keep an eye on the fields for any shenaniganry.
Olivier would agree with this plan. However, he suggests that some people should be on lookout from the top of the tower, and the rest at the bottom to ensure a quicker reaction time. Perhaps those with better eyesight should take position in the tower?
“I’ll let someone else stay in the tower,” Quay says as they discuss the plan for the night. “My elf eyes won’t be able to see as much as someone else in our group.”
(OOC: Especially not a bunch of Orcs taking the Hobbits to Isengard)
(feel free to conclude any prior conversations, but when you are all ready this is what will follow)
After a couple minutes, you all arrive at the Grand Gorisian Inn. The name does not immediately seem fitting, as the largely wooden establishment seems far from being elegant. Upon entering the Inn, you enter into a low-lit room filled with the strong scent of cinnamon. A small man with a greying beard and purple and black vest, who Olivier would recognize as Stiros, is standing behind the wooden desk, assisting a dwarf.
"Again, I am sorry, my friend," Stiros says to the dwarf. "It's all we have at this time."
The dwarf sighs and hands over a few coins to Stiros before making his way out of the room.
Stiros immediately recognizes his friend and waves, a bright smile overcoming his face. "Why hello there! Welcome to the Grand Gorisian Inn! What can I help you all with?"
Quay walks up to Olivier as he leads them through the town. After a bit of silence, he asks, “Um, this might be a strange question, but is there anyone in town who knows a lot about monsters? I…uh…I’m trying to find information about a specific one but I haven’t found any yet. It might be a rare one.”
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Olivier would consider Quay’s question for a moment
"Hmm. That might be Arilan’s field of expertise. Otherwise, there’s this old lady that sells spices and books near my office. Those are the two that I can think of that could help you with that."
Once at the inn, Olivier would wave and smile back at the innkeeper. "Good to see you, Stiros. Have you met my new friends? They’re new in town. I was wondering if you could help us with something."
Stiros looks around at the group. "I don't recall seeing many of you before. It is truly a pleasure to see all of you on this lovely night. Welcome to Goris!" Stiros smiles and focuses back on Olivier. "Yes, of course. What do you all need help with?"
Leander let's Olivier take the lead unless he's brought in (doesn't want to cut him off) but will great Stiros with a handshake and a general greeting when appropriate, "Wonderful to meet you Stiros, the names Leander. If you and your Inn are ever in need of some music and I'm in town just let me know."
Olivier lets Leander and anyone who wishes to introduce himself and asks questions. Scratching the back of his head, he asks his own question.
"Must be pretty busy this time of year, right? Did any of your patrons give you any bad vibes? Any shady looking individuals?"
Stiros responds to Leander and anyone else who introduces themself. "It's a pleasure, Leander. There isn't a day that goes by when we don't need music. We could always use a bit of merriment."
Stiros switches his focus to Olivier. "Very busy. Always is for Asanoria, but this year is packed. We've run out of rooms so I had to clear out an old storage room and stick some bedrolls in there." Stiros thinks for a moment. "Always shifty characters running about for the festival. Brings people from far and wide that I've never seen before. A group of people reserved a room via mail, which I have to say is a foreign concept to me. But on top of that, they reserved four rooms for a whole week, and they haven't even shown up yet. The week's almost over and no sign of them." Stiros sinks deeper into thought. He seems to be carefully choosing what to say. "Even though you're a friend, I try not to talk too much about my patrons. They've got their rights to privacy. But there's a ton of traders from out of town and I can't get a good read on any of them. Some of them can barely afford my humblest room, whereas others gave me more than I asked for with ease. I...I don't know. Astoya is not what it used to be."
"Well maybe after we've taken care of some business I can swing buy and see if I can help make things a bit merrier."
Quay shakes Sterios’ hand timidly, and introduces himself as “Quay.” After he finishes talking to Olivier. Quay nods to him. “Thank you so much. We’re trying to find whoever is burning the farm fields around here. We’ve heard how difficult it’s been making the lives of everyone in this town. Any information that you give us can help us find who is doing it and bring them to justice.”
Persuasion: 8+5=13
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Stiros nods at Quay's words, thinking to himself for a moment. "Well, I've overheard some talk from my patrons. Just talk is all, maybe, but they seem to think these attacks are magical. Now, I don't know how they'd figure that out, all that magic stuff has always been a bit of a mystery to me, but...all I'm saying is these supposedly aren't you everyday troublemakers. Might be something a bit more serious than that. So move with caution, I'd say," Stiros says. He looks around the group. "But you seem like a true adventuring bunch, I'm sure you'll be up to the task!"
Araleth shrugs, crossing her arms. "Magic's not that special. Just means you need to be a bit more careful; it's harder to dodge a fireball than it is a blade. I'm sure we can handle it."
Leander chimes in as Stiros finishes, "I can understand the desire to give your patrons privacy but it could be of a great help to know which patron's might have information on what's happening. We're doing our best to see if we can deal with whatever's destroying the farmer's fields but having any extra information could really help. Maybe you could just point us in the right direction?"
(Persuasion if needed/applicable: 15+9=24)
Stiros nods. His previous inhibitions on the subject seem to slowly fade away at Leander's words. "I understand." He thinks for a moment, racking his brain over the patrons he has seen recently. "There's a drow here, a shifty one too, but...I hate to assume..." He pauses for a moment. "I don't want to think too much about who might be behind it, that's your jobs, but I do have some people you could speak with. It would need to be tomorrow, though, it's getting late and I wouldn't wish to bother them. One of the families unfortunately lost their house in the field fires, and so they've been staying here. They're all very upset and very sad, but I'm sure they know something. If they're no help..." Stiros looks down at a book on his desk. "I'll surely be able to find people who can help you, no doubt. But you'll have to return in the morning for that I'm afraid."
Quay listens to Stiros, and when he finishes Quay says to him, “Thank you so much for this information. We’ll do whatever we can to keep the people of this town safe. May the Eldertitans’ blessing fall upon this town.” As he says this, Quay pulls a necklace with a holy symbol on it: a circle with an upside-down 2 in the middle, and a dagger running down the center.
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Olivier nods at Stiros.
"Thank you, Stiros. You’re a good man. We’ll get back to you tomorrow. I promise you won’t regret it.", he says with a smile.
He then turns back to the rest of the party. "What do you say we go survey the fields tonight, and come back here if nothing comes up during the night?"
"I agree, I think we should go survey the field tonight and then if it seems like more could be going on we can look into this Drow individual a bit more."
"Sounds great," Stiros says, looking beyond you to see a prospective patron waiting in the back of the room. "See you all tomorrow."
As you all make your way out of the inn, it is about a five minute walk to the entrance of town. Olivier would know how to get here. Next to the Vamura Trail, a very old-looking cottage and a tall stone tower overlook acres of lush, rolling farmland. Small farmhouses are dotted along occasionally in the expansive grounds. Even in the darkness, it is not too difficult to notice the charred and blackened plots of land. Although the burned land is still relatively close to the tower, it would still take more than a minute running full speed to get there. It suddenly becomes apparent to you all that in a farming town, there is certainly a lot of land to look after.
The moon has now gotten much higher in the sky, and you can estimate it's been more than an hour since sundown. Other than the taverns, the town is still and tranquil.
Leander looks to Olivier for direction but in general he would propose that the best course of action is to get into a hidden overwatch position and keep an eye on the fields for any shenaniganry.
Olivier would agree with this plan. However, he suggests that some people should be on lookout from the top of the tower, and the rest at the bottom to ensure a quicker reaction time. Perhaps those with better eyesight should take position in the tower?
“I’ll let someone else stay in the tower,” Quay says as they discuss the plan for the night. “My elf eyes won’t be able to see as much as someone else in our group.”
(OOC: Especially not a bunch of Orcs taking the Hobbits to Isengard)
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