Vedania enters as easily as any customer; just scruffy enough to not be thrown out at first glance but seen with pouches with potential. Still a bit put off by the hustle and bustle of a 'big town', the wood elf stays ever vigilant.
All of you make your way to the bar of the tavern almost unnoticed.
Fjörn: The bartender smiles, “For a few drinks… I don’t see why not.”, he says before chuckling. “Oh, please introduce yourself to the crowd!”, he yells as Fjörn starts to perform. There are cheers and whistles from the crowd, an occasional thrusting of beer towards you trying to get you to drink.
After an hour or so the young man you encountered near the gates arrives. He has his head down and seemed to be on edge as he scans the crowd. Once he spots your group his eyes brighten up in recognition and rushes towards you. “Young master, thank lord your safe, Master was worried you would have troubles on your way. Seeing as you don’t seem hurt I presume that the group you were talking about in your letter did their job.”, he says as he does a once over Nilavor with his eyes.
”Sleep here for the night, the owner is supporting us. In the morning I’ll come again and take you to Master to update you on the situation. Oh but before I leave, please introduce this group to me.”
Nilavor nods his head at what the young man said, “They are a group of 5…”, he introduces all of you, he then turns to address the rest of you, “Tomorrow we will be meeting my father, I would prefer if you tried to dress well and be ready to introduce yourself to him.”
Standing on a chair, Cyrano leans over the table supporting himself with his left arm. Looking about somewhat conspiratingly he slyly says, Shall we spend some of ourcommission?
Fjörn: The bartender smiles, “For a few drinks… I don’t see why not.”, he says before chuckling. “Oh, please introduce yourself to the crowd!”, he yells as Fjörn starts to perform. There are cheers and whistles from the crowd, an occasional thrusting of beer towards you trying to get you to drink.
”Fjörn Bhrünt is my name and to ensure you remember let’s have a round of drinks on my tab, if you would be so kind gracious bartender! I wasn’t planning more then a song or two but give me an hour and I’ll perform an epic rendition of Orion meets Athena. You won’t want to miss it tell your friends let’s pack this place!”
His roll was for a musical performance, unless something interrupts his intentions Fjörn plans to use his disguise kit to appear to be a hulking green hunter version of Orion the hunter, bantering and flirting with every lady in attendance calling them Athena…
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Cyrano shrugs when there seems to be nobody interested in his suggestion. He slips out into the street. As he walks along he eavesdrops on conversations trying to get an idea about the populaces feelings in regards to the pending nuptials.
Insight to read the underlying feelings of the conversations he hears: 18
Perception to listen to the right conversations:23
Vadania had to admit, a town based tavern was certainly different than the road houses he had stayed at in his travels.
Road houses were placed specifically to catch 'road trade' and tended to fill up in the evenings with travellers from far and wide. Sometimes a trapper or ranger but mostly strangers passing along the roads.
This town tavern was a little nicer. A little more 'lived in' and yet, felt much more comfortable. Filled with townsfolk and merchants -- taking a break before heading to their homes. Looking for a moment of respite before bedding down for the night. The wood elf kept his eyes scanning the room for anything or one that seemed out of place. After a moment he had to chuckle to himself. So far, the only characters that looked out of place was his own group.
This had to be the peak of 'tavern time'. The bartender looked swamped in work, but still managed to keep a grin from ear to ear on his face. The serving girls and boys were shifting and dodging like acrobats, getting orders out and mugs refilled with smooth efficiency.
The tavern itself is packed. Several long tables were occupied by, what seems to be entire families, all enjoying the food, drinks and company of each other. The other, smaller tables were also occupied by people who seem to be enjoying themselves a lot, perhaps too much, if such a thing is possible. Even most of the stools at the bar are occupied, though nobody seems to mind more company. No obvious turmoil or shady looking sorts in dark corners. In fact, there were no dark corners as the fireplace, torches and candles kept the room well lit.
"Maybe this won't be so bad after all," Vadania thought as he leaned against the wall while keeping an eye on the main entrance and cook breezeway.
Fjörn: You go around the tavern flirting with the woman many of them flirt back, most of which have already had a drink and the others to humour you. At the moment you are with a beautiful satyr, her fiery red hair brought out her brilliant blue eyes which look at you kindly, she is constantly smiling as she holds your hand. As you continue to banter with her at the table covered in empty bottles and glasses of alcohol she says, “Lord Ekkotader is acting quite defiant nowadays, not that it’s anything new of him to disagree with us, but it’s more than usual. Hmm… The number of people that have gone missing is increasing by the day, though mainly orphans and the people that can’t even afford food. Lord Abt is too worried about his sickly son to give much mind but I don’t blame him... *hiccup*”, she stops and thinks for a second, “the sick are to be cared for, do you need to be cared for? I saw your companions, do they need care?…”, she asks as she holds you hand and stars to ramble about sickness and health.
roll a for a history check.
Cyrano: You wander around the tavern but you don’t hear even a peep about any weddings or ceremonies. But you do occasionally do hear about Nilavor. Majority of them talking about how it’s been a while since he left his manor at the centre of the city due to his health.
Cyrano shrugs when there seems to be nobody interested in his suggestion. He slips out into the street. As he walks along he eavesdrops on conversations trying to get an idea about the populaces feelings in regards to the pending nuptials.
Insight to read the underlying feelings of the conversations he hears: 21
Perception to listen to the right conversations:24
And outside?
Cyrano will make his way to a tailor who's acquaintance he made on his last trip through town.
Cyrano: No one was talking about the wedding in the streets, as the day passed less people populated the streets and the vendors were closing theirs stalls but the taverns in the area were filled as you pass through the streets. You enter store, and see the tailor who was ready to close for the day. At the sound of the squeaking door he turned around, “Which reached person is coming in at this time of day!”, he yelled in his base voice. There you see a deep tanned gnome with hair as white as snow, his pointed ears twitched in anger, he was wearing a forest green shirt with dark brown overalls which had snowflakes and a mountain sown on the legs.
“Oh Cyrano, you really should call out or I would have hit you with my broom by accident.”, he chuckled. “Now what do you need this fine day?”.
Fjörn: “Well, well aren’t you quite a sweet talker.”, she giggled, she looks at you straight in the eyes and says, “No healer here, but I do know my politics after all those in the same boat must not sabotage each other but at the same time we have to watch our own backs. My name is Cornelia and you are decades too young to be talking like that with me.”, she tilts her head to the side and smiled.
”Now what business do you have here my gallant orien? What is a wonderful bard like yourself doing is this corrupt land?”
"Ahhhh well met my friend! Well I was looking for a new set of clothes, but seeing as you're about to lock up for the day I hate to bother you. Unless you have something ready I'm not sure I'll have time. I could use a new set of breeches, a shirt, and a jacket. Say what do you know of the local monarchy? I've contracted myself out as an advisor to a young lord Nilavor. I didn't have a chance to do my usual due diligence so maybe you'll be able to fill in some blanks for me. What do you know of the young lord?"
“I’m here to make a name for myself. I am supposed to meet a man about a wedding plan, and my part in it. Cornelia Cornelia a meaningful name… what might you know of Nilavor, my lady? Too bad you’re not a healer my heart may be broken when we part.” Fjörn looks around the room. “Bartender another round for all my new friends!”
The tailor scratches his chin, tilts his head slightly to the right and squints his eyes up towards and an invisible point off in the mid distance. He mouth falls open as he releases his chin to stab the air with a stubby finger.
"AhHa, Ol' Padjit just may have what you need."
The tailor ducks back behind the counter and all Cyrano hears is some muttering and the swish scrape of fabric being shuffled around.
While the gnome continues to dig through his storage he tells Cyrano in a raised voice, "Not much I can tell you about Nilavor other than he doesn't leave his manor much. Health problems I've heard. In fact hearing that you're working for him is the most I've heard about him in some time."
Padjit suddenly exclaims "There it is!"
Stepping around the counter slash cabinet to investigate. Cyrano sees the tailor folding and stacking garments. The fabric is tightly woven and smooth. The clothing is a rich blue in color trimmed in an even darker blue. Padjit carefully scoops up the pile before standing up and walking it over to place it on a near by gnome sized chair. The chair sits next to a small pedestal located in front of three mirrors. Cyrano complies with an indication from Padjit that he should stand on the small platform.
Cyrano removes his current traveling outfit and steps up onto the pedestal. He stands there in his long undergarment as Padjit has him try on the various articles. Though the clothing is small it's still too large for Cyrano.
"Yes, Yes this will do...See I had a halfling by the name of Baggins come in over a month ago. He commissioned a new suit but I've seen hide nor hair of him since. I had almost forgotten about it's been so long. Sooooo... his loss will be your gain my friend." Padjit explains with a grin as he pins back a fold here and marks with some chalk there. The skilled artisan hands take only moments to ready the pieces for alteration. As Padjit moves to his sewing machine he muses, "You know now that I think about it he's not the only one missing seems like. Nobody you'd miss really, mind you. Mostly lay abouts and some urchins. But I hadn't payed attention to how many until now. Seems like quite a bit. Anyway!!" Padjit jumps up from his stitching and gives the breeches he had been working on good snap to clear any left over clinging fabric scraps and thread pieces. He does the same with the matching jacket. As Padjit had been toiling Cyrano had taken it upon him self to gather a few additional items the clothier had on hand. A new pair of high socks, a white linen shirt with a frilly accent on the front as well as a hat. The hat had a wide brim whose edges were curled up to channel rain. The curled edges were layer out to form a soft edged triangle for the base of the hat and the center a dome. A large pheasant feather protruded fron the band surrounding the center dome. The shirt was almost comically large having been sized for a being slightly larger in size. Cyrano simply rolled the sleeves and tucked in the tails. Once dressed both gnomes admired the master tailors fine work.
Cyrano frowned at his dirty road worn shoes. He'd have to give them a good polish once back in his room. But as his gaze traveled up the frown gave way to a satisfied grin. His fresh white stocking gave way to the puft hem of the royal Blue breeches. The legs had been tied off just below the knee causing the pant leg to billow a bit. Cyrano adjusted his jacket with a tug on the wide lapels. The polished buttons on the cuffed sleeves gleamed even in the waining shop light. The jacket tails swisher elegantly with every turn. The trunk of the jacket ended just above the belt line allowing for ease of access to Cyrano's utility belt of pouches and polished stones. Cyrano smiles widely at the reflection. He bounces his cane off the floor, smoothly catching it mid shaft and using the balled end to tip his new hat. He grabs the hat with his non cane hand and sweeps it low infront of him while cluthing his cane to his chest while he performs a deep bow. Still bowing he glances sideways at Padjit and the two friends bust out laughing at the mock show of fealty.
"Well done good sir! Well done!" Cyrano exclaims. He settles his bill and bids goodbye to his friend. As he returns to his companions he thinks about what Padjit told him of the missing. He has the sneaking suspicion that this will involve his troupe in the near future he just worries how. He arrives back at the inn to find Fjorn up to his usual debauchery. He notes Vandnia posted near the door and approaches the ranger.
"Hello my friend. How are we doing? I see Fjorn is enjoying himself. I don't see the others. Where might they be?"
(Forgot to add in the rolls for what he sees and discerns on his trip back to the inn now that he knows a bit more about what he's watching for.)
As the day turned to evening and then, full night, Vadania's eyes started to droop. Once or twice he started from nearly falling asleep on his feet. Whispering something to a passing tavern girl, she glanced over her shoulder and jerked a thumb to the kitchen. Vadania nodded his thanks and slipped over and through the door.
Looking about, he found a bucket of clean water. Not wasting any time, he plunged his head into the water and held there for a few seconds before popping upright, flinging water in a spray of droplets. Letting out a huge breath, he scrubbed his face and slicked back his hair before striding back out to his spot in the main room. He knew he had to stay vigilant until everyone was back in the tavern and accounted for.
Fjörn sees his contact, walks right over and somewhat slurrily asks, ”so what’s the deal? A set price, price per hour, or a percentage of attendance… or or wait how come no one is aware of this event?”
Fjörn is distracted by every pretty girl, but he’s still thinking about Cornelia. At this point I imagine he’s done drinking and feeling tired, but thrilled to be here.
Cyrano: “Ah… young lord Nilavor, not much is actually known about him, only that he has been sickly since a young age but there had been rumours going around a couple of years ago about his talent in magic but they died quiet quickly as they do in high society.”, he stroked his beard and pondered for a bit, “Well that’s all I can think of Cyrano boy. You should be on your way, I have to close the shop.”. He sends you off and as you leave you try to hear if there is any whispers about Nilavor, but there are none.
Fjörn: The young man looked to you and stared you up and down before turning to Nilavor, “Young master, please bring your companions and yourself this way, to the rooms, I’m sure there’s a lot to talk about.”, he looks back at you and the there is an apologetic shine in his eyes, “ i apologise Sir Bhrünt, for using your name as an excuse to prompt a meeting with my young master.”.
He guides your group upstairs and down the hallway, at the end he points to 3 rooms saying one for the Ladies, one for the men and one for his young master. Nilavor takes the room at the end of the hallway and all of you enter inside ready to discuss what is happening and what will you be doing next.
Stealth = 17
Vedania enters as easily as any customer; just scruffy enough to not be thrown out at first glance but seen with pouches with potential. Still a bit put off by the hustle and bustle of a 'big town', the wood elf stays ever vigilant.
As Fjörn performs a jaunty bawdy tune on his HORN (trumpet), he walks among the Inn patrons watching for the arrival of his wedding planner guest...
*Sha-gravis *Fjörn Bhrünt *Leif Aulderoot *Saltstrider *Eron Colborn
All of you make your way to the bar of the tavern almost unnoticed.
Fjörn: The bartender smiles, “For a few drinks… I don’t see why not.”, he says before chuckling. “Oh, please introduce yourself to the crowd!”, he yells as Fjörn starts to perform. There are cheers and whistles from the crowd, an occasional thrusting of beer towards you trying to get you to drink.
After an hour or so the young man you encountered near the gates arrives. He has his head down and seemed to be on edge as he scans the crowd. Once he spots your group his eyes brighten up in recognition and rushes towards you. “Young master, thank lord your safe, Master was worried you would have troubles on your way. Seeing as you don’t seem hurt I presume that the group you were talking about in your letter did their job.”, he says as he does a once over Nilavor with his eyes.
”Sleep here for the night, the owner is supporting us. In the morning I’ll come again and take you to Master to update you on the situation. Oh but before I leave, please introduce this group to me.”
Nilavor nods his head at what the young man said, “They are a group of 5…”, he introduces all of you, he then turns to address the rest of you, “Tomorrow we will be meeting my father, I would prefer if you tried to dress well and be ready to introduce yourself to him.”
What will you be doing now?
Standing on a chair, Cyrano leans over the table supporting himself with his left arm. Looking about somewhat conspiratingly he slyly says, Shall we spend some of our commission?
Rogue Quin Oberon /Mercer's Tavern
Ranger Rigel Foresyth /LMOP
Fighter Barnabus Ironheel /North lands campaign
Fighter Flynt McGraw /Stormraider
”Fjörn Bhrünt is my name and to ensure you remember let’s have a round of drinks on my tab, if you would be so kind gracious bartender! I wasn’t planning more then a song or two but give me an hour and I’ll perform an epic rendition of Orion meets Athena. You won’t want to miss it tell your friends let’s pack this place!”
His roll was for a musical performance, unless something interrupts his intentions Fjörn plans to use his disguise kit to appear to be a hulking green hunter version of Orion the hunter, bantering and flirting with every lady in attendance calling them Athena…
Disguise 15
Performance 12
*Sha-gravis *Fjörn Bhrünt *Leif Aulderoot *Saltstrider *Eron Colborn
Cyrano shrugs when there seems to be nobody interested in his suggestion. He slips out into the street. As he walks along he eavesdrops on conversations trying to get an idea about the populaces feelings in regards to the pending nuptials.
Insight to read the underlying feelings of the conversations he hears: 18
Perception to listen to the right conversations:23
Rogue Quin Oberon /Mercer's Tavern
Ranger Rigel Foresyth /LMOP
Fighter Barnabus Ironheel /North lands campaign
Fighter Flynt McGraw /Stormraider
The tavern itself is packed. Several long tables were occupied by, what seems to be entire families, all enjoying the food, drinks and company of each other. The other, smaller tables were also occupied by people who seem to be enjoying themselves a lot, perhaps too much, if such a thing is possible. Even most of the stools at the bar are occupied, though nobody seems to mind more company. No obvious turmoil or shady looking sorts in dark corners. In fact, there were no dark corners as the fireplace, torches and candles kept the room well lit.
If Fjörn’s guest doesn’t show up soon Fjörn will get very drunk. Other then that, Fjörn flirts and puts on his show…
*Sha-gravis *Fjörn Bhrünt *Leif Aulderoot *Saltstrider *Eron Colborn
Fjörn: You go around the tavern flirting with the woman many of them flirt back, most of which have already had a drink and the others to humour you. At the moment you are with a beautiful satyr, her fiery red hair brought out her brilliant blue eyes which look at you kindly, she is constantly smiling as she holds your hand. As you continue to banter with her at the table covered in empty bottles and glasses of alcohol she says, “Lord Ekkotader is acting quite defiant nowadays, not that it’s anything new of him to disagree with us, but it’s more than usual. Hmm… The number of people that have gone missing is increasing by the day, though mainly orphans and the people that can’t even afford food. Lord Abt is too worried about his sickly son to give much mind but I don’t blame him... *hiccup*”, she stops and thinks for a second, “the sick are to be cared for, do you need to be cared for? I saw your companions, do they need care?…”, she asks as she holds you hand and stars to ramble about sickness and health.
roll a for a history check.
Cyrano: You wander around the tavern but you don’t hear even a peep about any weddings or ceremonies. But you do occasionally do hear about Nilavor. Majority of them talking about how it’s been a while since he left his manor at the centre of the city due to his health.
And outside?
Cyrano will make his way to a tailor who's acquaintance he made on his last trip through town.
Rogue Quin Oberon /Mercer's Tavern
Ranger Rigel Foresyth /LMOP
Fighter Barnabus Ironheel /North lands campaign
Fighter Flynt McGraw /Stormraider
History 7.
”I know I’ve named you Artemis, but my lovely what is your real name? Your beautiful hair and eyes… are you a healer?”
*Sha-gravis *Fjörn Bhrünt *Leif Aulderoot *Saltstrider *Eron Colborn
Cyrano: No one was talking about the wedding in the streets, as the day passed less people populated the streets and the vendors were closing theirs stalls but the taverns in the area were filled as you pass through the streets. You enter store, and see the tailor who was ready to close for the day.
At the sound of the squeaking door he turned around, “Which reached person is coming in at this time of day!”, he yelled in his base voice. There you see a deep tanned gnome with hair as white as snow, his pointed ears twitched in anger, he was wearing a forest green shirt with dark brown overalls which had snowflakes and a mountain sown on the legs.
“Oh Cyrano, you really should call out or I would have hit you with my broom by accident.”, he chuckled. “Now what do you need this fine day?”.
Fjörn: “Well, well aren’t you quite a sweet talker.”, she giggled, she looks at you straight in the eyes and says, “No healer here, but I do know my politics after all those in the same boat must not sabotage each other but at the same time we have to watch our own backs. My name is Cornelia and you are decades too young to be talking like that with me.”, she tilts her head to the side and smiled.
”Now what business do you have here my gallant orien? What is a wonderful bard like yourself doing is this corrupt land?”
"Ahhhh well met my friend! Well I was looking for a new set of clothes, but seeing as you're about to lock up for the day I hate to bother you. Unless you have something ready I'm not sure I'll have time. I could use a new set of breeches, a shirt, and a jacket. Say what do you know of the local monarchy? I've contracted myself out as an advisor to a young lord Nilavor. I didn't have a chance to do my usual due diligence so maybe you'll be able to fill in some blanks for me. What do you know of the young lord?"
Rogue Quin Oberon /Mercer's Tavern
Ranger Rigel Foresyth /LMOP
Fighter Barnabus Ironheel /North lands campaign
Fighter Flynt McGraw /Stormraider
“I’m here to make a name for myself. I am supposed to meet a man about a wedding plan, and my part in it. Cornelia Cornelia a meaningful name… what might you know of Nilavor, my lady? Too bad you’re not a healer my heart may be broken when we part.” Fjörn looks around the room. “Bartender another round for all my new friends!”
*Sha-gravis *Fjörn Bhrünt *Leif Aulderoot *Saltstrider *Eron Colborn
The tailor scratches his chin, tilts his head slightly to the right and squints his eyes up towards and an invisible point off in the mid distance. He mouth falls open as he releases his chin to stab the air with a stubby finger.
"AhHa, Ol' Padjit just may have what you need."
The tailor ducks back behind the counter and all Cyrano hears is some muttering and the swish scrape of fabric being shuffled around.
While the gnome continues to dig through his storage he tells Cyrano in a raised voice, "Not much I can tell you about Nilavor other than he doesn't leave his manor much. Health problems I've heard. In fact hearing that you're working for him is the most I've heard about him in some time."
Padjit suddenly exclaims "There it is!"
Stepping around the counter slash cabinet to investigate. Cyrano sees the tailor folding and stacking garments. The fabric is tightly woven and smooth. The clothing is a rich blue in color trimmed in an even darker blue. Padjit carefully scoops up the pile before standing up and walking it over to place it on a near by gnome sized chair. The chair sits next to a small pedestal located in front of three mirrors. Cyrano complies with an indication from Padjit that he should stand on the small platform.
Cyrano removes his current traveling outfit and steps up onto the pedestal. He stands there in his long undergarment as Padjit has him try on the various articles. Though the clothing is small it's still too large for Cyrano.
"Yes, Yes this will do...See I had a halfling by the name of Baggins come in over a month ago. He commissioned a new suit but I've seen hide nor hair of him since. I had almost forgotten about it's been so long. Sooooo... his loss will be your gain my friend." Padjit explains with a grin as he pins back a fold here and marks with some chalk there. The skilled artisan hands take only moments to ready the pieces for alteration. As Padjit moves to his sewing machine he muses, "You know now that I think about it he's not the only one missing seems like. Nobody you'd miss really, mind you. Mostly lay abouts and some urchins. But I hadn't payed attention to how many until now. Seems like quite a bit. Anyway!!" Padjit jumps up from his stitching and gives the breeches he had been working on good snap to clear any left over clinging fabric scraps and thread pieces. He does the same with the matching jacket. As Padjit had been toiling Cyrano had taken it upon him self to gather a few additional items the clothier had on hand. A new pair of high socks, a white linen shirt with a frilly accent on the front as well as a hat. The hat had a wide brim whose edges were curled up to channel rain. The curled edges were layer out to form a soft edged triangle for the base of the hat and the center a dome. A large pheasant feather protruded fron the band surrounding the center dome. The shirt was almost comically large having been sized for a being slightly larger in size. Cyrano simply rolled the sleeves and tucked in the tails. Once dressed both gnomes admired the master tailors fine work.
Cyrano frowned at his dirty road worn shoes. He'd have to give them a good polish once back in his room. But as his gaze traveled up the frown gave way to a satisfied grin. His fresh white stocking gave way to the puft hem of the royal Blue breeches. The legs had been tied off just below the knee causing the pant leg to billow a bit. Cyrano adjusted his jacket with a tug on the wide lapels. The polished buttons on the cuffed sleeves gleamed even in the waining shop light. The jacket tails swisher elegantly with every turn. The trunk of the jacket ended just above the belt line allowing for ease of access to Cyrano's utility belt of pouches and polished stones. Cyrano smiles widely at the reflection. He bounces his cane off the floor, smoothly catching it mid shaft and using the balled end to tip his new hat. He grabs the hat with his non cane hand and sweeps it low infront of him while cluthing his cane to his chest while he performs a deep bow. Still bowing he glances sideways at Padjit and the two friends bust out laughing at the mock show of fealty.
"Well done good sir! Well done!" Cyrano exclaims. He settles his bill and bids goodbye to his friend. As he returns to his companions he thinks about what Padjit told him of the missing. He has the sneaking suspicion that this will involve his troupe in the near future he just worries how. He arrives back at the inn to find Fjorn up to his usual debauchery. He notes Vandnia posted near the door and approaches the ranger.
"Hello my friend. How are we doing? I see Fjorn is enjoying himself. I don't see the others. Where might they be?"
(Forgot to add in the rolls for what he sees and discerns on his trip back to the inn now that he knows a bit more about what he's watching for.)
Perception: 8
Insight: 14
Rogue Quin Oberon /Mercer's Tavern
Ranger Rigel Foresyth /LMOP
Fighter Barnabus Ironheel /North lands campaign
Fighter Flynt McGraw /Stormraider
As the day turned to evening and then, full night, Vadania's eyes started to droop. Once or twice he started from nearly falling asleep on his feet. Whispering something to a passing tavern girl, she glanced over her shoulder and jerked a thumb to the kitchen. Vadania nodded his thanks and slipped over and through the door.
Looking about, he found a bucket of clean water. Not wasting any time, he plunged his head into the water and held there for a few seconds before popping upright, flinging water in a spray of droplets. Letting out a huge breath, he scrubbed his face and slicked back his hair before striding back out to his spot in the main room. He knew he had to stay vigilant until everyone was back in the tavern and accounted for.
Fjörn sees his contact, walks right over and somewhat slurrily asks, ”so what’s the deal? A set price, price per hour, or a percentage of attendance… or or wait how come no one is aware of this event?”
Fjörn is distracted by every pretty girl, but he’s still thinking about Cornelia. At this point I imagine he’s done drinking and feeling tired, but thrilled to be here.
*Sha-gravis *Fjörn Bhrünt *Leif Aulderoot *Saltstrider *Eron Colborn
Cyrano: “Ah… young lord Nilavor, not much is actually known about him, only that he has been sickly since a young age but there had been rumours going around a couple of years ago about his talent in magic but they died quiet quickly as they do in high society.”, he stroked his beard and pondered for a bit, “Well that’s all I can think of Cyrano boy. You should be on your way, I have to close the shop.”. He sends you off and as you leave you try to hear if there is any whispers about Nilavor, but there are none.
Fjörn: The young man looked to you and stared you up and down before turning to Nilavor, “Young master, please bring your companions and yourself this way, to the rooms, I’m sure there’s a lot to talk about.”, he looks back at you and the there is an apologetic shine in his eyes, “ i apologise Sir Bhrünt, for using your name as an excuse to prompt a meeting with my young master.”.
He guides your group upstairs and down the hallway, at the end he points to 3 rooms saying one for the Ladies, one for the men and one for his young master. Nilavor takes the room at the end of the hallway and all of you enter inside ready to discuss what is happening and what will you be doing next.
Roll for insight.
Insight: 11
Rogue Quin Oberon /Mercer's Tavern
Ranger Rigel Foresyth /LMOP
Fighter Barnabus Ironheel /North lands campaign
Fighter Flynt McGraw /Stormraider
Insight 15
*Sha-gravis *Fjörn Bhrünt *Leif Aulderoot *Saltstrider *Eron Colborn