"Thank ye kindly sir. riddles are not well suited for old eyes such as ourselves, ahaha!" Wren exclaims to the old goblin. he'll promptly whip out his reading spectacles, before attempting to read the parchment before fully handing it over to the dwarf and lizard kin. "Well lads, what do ya make of it? Can't say I've ever stolen a bunch of stolen items from the thief who stole em'. but if yer brave enough, I'd be willin to help ya, strength in numbers and all that. Without these prizes I'm out of a job tomorrow. Ha!"
Wren will take a brief look around as the crowd begins to become irate:
He sees a young urchin boy, and whispers:"Hey lad, take this gold piece and do me a favor yeah? Look at me." Wrens eyes open wide with eyebrows raised, implying the serious nature of business. "Go find Guy, ask him if he's heard anything about the comings or goings of a thief in town that might've been talking about stealing the festival prizes for tomorrow. Got that? yeah? Alright good lad, now go"and he'll pat him on the back, giving him a quick push to send him on his way.
Guy is Wrens criminal contact in the city. Guy is the guy on the inside. The guy every criminal needs. the center of back alley communication. who finds any kind of guy you might need to get the job done. One could say Guy is the Guy, guy.
"I don't quite see how it makes sense, but if you both be heading there, I'll indeed follow. just, take your time with me, I have a big instrument I gotta carry with me; if ya know what I mean. Aha!"
"You must be one a them educated sorts. I've ne'er met ye before... where'd you come from anyhow? What's yer story?" Wren will ask as they make their way, hauling the gong over the cobblestone with great effort
"Oro comes from line of trackers and scouts. Obligated to service unto Arabesque Shipping Company. Arabesque delivered some of the prizes. Oro was supposed to keep watch. Damnable thief." He adjusts his sheath. "Oro couldn't stop it, but he can at least find the ones responsible."
Northeast of the Unbroken Tusk lie acres of wetlands. Locals sit on rocking chairs or hang up flags and look out over areas reserved for rice paddies. Two elderly goblins wander kneedeep among them.
"Hello there, old timers."Wren announces to the field workers:"If you don't mind, we're trying to do the town some good. you see, some prizes were stolen from the festival that's happening tomorrow and the thief left some clues that point to your rice fields..."Wren shares the riddle with them."You haven't come across a black thread, or anything suspicious have you?
"Oro sees no other choice." The scout sighs as he removes his weapons and gear. He strips his vest off and removes the wrappings from his feet. He then carefully gets on all fours and begins treading through the nearest paddy.
"Hello. I'm Beetle, that's Zag." The two goblins share a look. "I guess it's possible that the riddle points to our rice fields. You're welcome to look around if you want. Might want to be careful, though." One goblin is rubbing their index finger and thumb together.
With only his pants to cover him, the scout methodically begins searching just below the surface of the water, sticking his head under to look for this 'black thread,' without disturbing the crop.
"Ah. So it's at the Rice Paddies." Oro assumes it to be obvious, scratching the scales over his right eye.
"Thank ye kindly sir. riddles are not well suited for old eyes such as ourselves, ahaha!" Wren exclaims to the old goblin. he'll promptly whip out his reading spectacles, before attempting to read the parchment before fully handing it over to the dwarf and lizard kin.
"Well lads, what do ya make of it? Can't say I've ever stolen a bunch of stolen items from the thief who stole em'. but if yer brave enough, I'd be willin to help ya, strength in numbers and all that. Without these prizes I'm out of a job tomorrow. Ha!"
"Oi, how did ye get rice paddies outa that mess?"
Wren will try to use his insight to figure out any discernible information 16
Wren learns that Oro knows that rice paddies grow in water, and you wade through the water to take care of the plants.
(DM: Is everyone going to head to the rice paddies?)
Wren will take a brief look around as the crowd begins to become irate:
He sees a young urchin boy, and whispers: "Hey lad, take this gold piece and do me a favor yeah? Look at me." Wrens eyes open wide with eyebrows raised, implying the serious nature of business. "Go find Guy, ask him if he's heard anything about the comings or goings of a thief in town that might've been talking about stealing the festival prizes for tomorrow. Got that? yeah? Alright good lad, now go" and he'll pat him on the back, giving him a quick push to send him on his way.
Guy is Wrens criminal contact in the city. Guy is the guy on the inside. The guy every criminal needs. the center of back alley communication. who finds any kind of guy you might need to get the job done. One could say Guy is the Guy, guy.
"I don't quite see how it makes sense, but if you both be heading there, I'll indeed follow. just, take your time with me, I have a big instrument I gotta carry with me; if ya know what I mean. Aha!"
Wren will follow the decision of the group
(DM: It'll be a while before you hear back about the thief, Wren.)
"Rice, when young, resembles blades of grass. Rice grows in ankle-deep bogs. Not hard to figure out."
Oro adjusts his pack across his bare shoulders, his tail swaying slightly as they walk.
"You must be one a them educated sorts. I've ne'er met ye before... where'd you come from anyhow? What's yer story?" Wren will ask as they make their way, hauling the gong over the cobblestone with great effort
"Oro comes from line of trackers and scouts. Obligated to service unto Arabesque Shipping Company. Arabesque delivered some of the prizes. Oro was supposed to keep watch. Damnable thief." He adjusts his sheath. "Oro couldn't stop it, but he can at least find the ones responsible."
"Whos.. are you.. Oro? Are ye talking in the third person?" Wren thinks to himself "I love this guy"
"Well, Oro. If you hang around town I'd be more than happy to introduce you to a group of friends of mine. seems like you'd fit right in, hahah--"
The wargong catches on a particularly average rock, jolting Wren backwards mid-laugh. "Ahh, Damn thing!"
Lira, Oro, and Wren arrive at the rice paddies.
Northeast of the Unbroken Tusk lie acres of wetlands. Locals sit on rocking chairs or hang up flags and look out over areas reserved for rice paddies. Two elderly goblins wander kneedeep among them.
"In any case, Oro can't parse one thing. What black thread is in rice paddy?"
His feet, bare but for a gentle wrapping of boiled leather, scrape across the boards of the walkway.
"Hello there, old timers." Wren announces to the field workers: "If you don't mind, we're trying to do the town some good. you see, some prizes were stolen from the festival that's happening tomorrow and the thief left some clues that point to your rice fields..." Wren shares the riddle with them. "You haven't come across a black thread, or anything suspicious have you?
Persuasion 16
"Oro sees no other choice." The scout sighs as he removes his weapons and gear. He strips his vest off and removes the wrappings from his feet. He then carefully gets on all fours and begins treading through the nearest paddy.
[Sleight of Hand: 21]
"Hello. I'm Beetle, that's Zag." The two goblins share a look. "I guess it's possible that the riddle points to our rice fields. You're welcome to look around if you want. Might want to be careful, though." One goblin is rubbing their index finger and thumb together.
With only his pants to cover him, the scout methodically begins searching just below the surface of the water, sticking his head under to look for this 'black thread,' without disturbing the crop.
[Can I use passive Perception or roll?]
"Careful for what exactly, Beetle? Zag, are you okay there fella?"
(DM: @BoldHand22 Go ahead. Use either Wisdom (Perception) or Intelligence (Investigation))