NIGHT RAVENS: Black Orchids for Biscotti

Finally the 4 Daggers emerge 1 by 1 each carrying a sack that looks more than half full, some with odd items making distinct bulges (like candlestick holders, music boxes, and such).

There are 5 Silver Daggers in total but only 4 have sacks (the ones who went inside to loot).

Asbestos watches the game like a spectator within his own body. Despite giving it his all, his arm gave out at the last second. He blinks in shock. Then nods. "Yes, thank you. It has been well played." He sees the old dwarf hand him two coins, which he didn't feel were well deserved. The coins only remind him of the tavern before, Fayson, the Daggers, then of Fyn. "Th- thanks you- be with you." He messes up in even his own speech. He slumps down on the seat in the table.

Originally he had planned to be jumping up and down by now on the same table and announcing his dominance. The victor of the arm wrestling contest. The champion! Then if his daydream vision was correct. The manager would come out, give him an awesome high-five, say 'yes, you're hired! and then he'd hand him a trophy. He would get on inside, get an inside job, find the secrets to this dive bar, stop the Daggers, then Smithy, Lace, Fist, Steelclaw, and the others would be so happy, and then everyone in the bar would stand up and clap!

But they didn't. He just sat alone at this bar, wondering and doing nothing. Oh- wait- of course! Smithy was there too! He went up and over the counter with his drink in hand (he really isn't going to drink that is he?). Then he got distracted, "Bartender! Bartender!" He slams the table. When the bartender turns, Asbestos grins. "Yes!" 

Asbestos blinks. Now that he has gotten the bartender's attention he has forgotten what he had to say.

"Um.. is there any uh more games out here, perhaps? A knife or dagger throw?" His tail taps Smithy on the side. He looks real giddy. "I am quite skilled, yes."

((Wisdom: Insight: 12 + 1 =13 if there is anything to be gleaned from the hint;     Charisma: Intimidation: 2 + 4 = 6 it's not really intimidating he just wants to act tough like he can handle it))

"There's a board over there used for practice and games, throwing daggers or handaxes, but hardly anyone uses it any more." The bartender offers up before asking, "Can I get you anything else?"

Shortly after Ruggin, the crusty old dwarven arm-wrestling champion of the Burnt Rooster leaves, a tall minotaur enters and heads over to the bar. He proceeds to go behind it and start putting on an apron and rummaging through some bottles, organizing and restocking, things of that nature.

The bartender gets your attention and nods in the minotaur's direction, "That Jeoffrey there if you're still interested in that job?"

Smithy looks at Asbestos with a questionable look Job?

"No. That is fine. Thank you. That will be alright. Yes." Asbestos stares at the dartboard, following the spirals into the inner circle. His inner thoughts are interrupted by the arrival of the minotaur. He sits up straight and gives a small wave as Ruggin goes by, contentiously chewing on the olive pits, he then turns his focus on the bartender who flagged him down. 

'Ohhhohoho oh boy~'  His eyes go wide like a deer in the middle of a road.

He gives a worried look over at Smithy too. 'That is the one and the only called Jeoffrey.' Slipping the piece of paper where he wrote down the names of the employees, he sticks it into his pointed tail and sneaks it over snake-like to Smithy to have a look. He stands up and takes his daggers out. With a nod over to the bartender, he goes "Thank you."

The changeling then proceeds to throw several daggers out at the dartboard. The first one flies towards the center, hitting it straight at the bulleyes. The second, right just above the first. The last... well, Asbestos had decided to cover his eyes on that one, he had flung it out (just like how the real Great Tangerini would, his old circus partner, who tragically died in a boating accident) but the sharp end went straight into a metal pan that was hanging there as decoration and rebounds towards the bar counter, flying right about the minotaur's head and into his horns, sticking out like a sore thumb. Bulls... eye?

"I AM SO SORRY. TO MY BROTHER IN HORNS. I DID NOT MEAN TO DO IT!" He goes and runs straight to the counter, reaching his arm out to retrieve the misguided dagger. "I can heal you if you want. I mean I don't have the power, yes, but I can help you. Let me get that- ouch- sorry." Asbestos manages to slip from off the side of the counter and headbutt the minotaur in the process. "Sorry." He said, rubbing his own head.

((Dagger hits 16 + 5 = 21, 17 + 5 = 22, 2 + 5 =7))

The minotaur starts to get angry at suddenly have a dagger sticking out of one of his horns, "WHAT IN THE NINE HELLS!"... but seeing how profusely apologetic you are...

(please make a Persuasion check)

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Finally the 4 Daggers emerge 1 by 1 each carrying a sack that looks more than half full, some with odd items making distinct bulges (like candlestick holders, music boxes, and such).

There are 5 Silver Daggers in total but only 4 have sacks (the ones who went inside to loot).

 As the man watches out for his team Steelclaw draws his shortbow and looks at the others "Once they come out and line up we attack."

As they are lined up he lets loose an arrow signalling the attack.

OOC:

Since he didn't see us would this be a surprise round for all of us?

((Persuasion Check: 17 + 2 =19 whoa sheer luck ))

"I- I- I uhhh" Asbestos looks frantic and doesn't know what to say. In a quick swipe he takes out the dagger sticking out from between the horns and slowly and non-threateningly puts it away, "There. There." He pats the minotaur's horn with his other hand delicately.

Using Druidcraft he makes the area around the horn feel slightly colder like an ice pack as he starts to give him gentle pats. "Are you okay? Can you still feel your horn?"

He also reaches behind the counter and grabs some real ice to put around the spot.

"Yeah... well... I guess it was an accident and at least you didn't get me in the eye." The minotaur takes the ice from you and asks, "Haven't seen you in here before, what brings you to the 'Rooster?'"

@Steelclaw & Fyn

Yes the first round will count as surprise but we should still roll for initiative.

The 7 Ravens: 8 

The 5 Daggers: 6 

Steelclaw lets his arrow loose signaling the ambush to start as a smile cross his face, resembling a predator that has locked in on his prey.

OOC:
Cool, Steelclaw initiative: 9

Action Attack roll against guard keeping watch: 13 (6+7) Damage: 11 (6+5) Sneak Attack Damage: 4

Bonus Action: Use cunning action to Hide: 15 (6+9)

Move: 15 to 30 feet behind different cover to hide position better

The brute considers the issue at hand. 

"Alrigh' lass. Ya twisted m'arm. I'll distract te guards, 'n' you can beat the info out of the Daggers."

He begins to walk o'er to the nearest bar, a crude grin on his face.

"...then kill 'em. You leave the guards to me." 

Lace whispers to Fist befoee he leaves (& makes suee he understands) 

"That would make me the only suspect in their murder.  I want to find their hideout, so we can bring the fight to the assassin or the leader who ordered the hit.  Why should the ones who ordered the hit care if we kill stooges too stupid to escape the cops?  Don't you want to give your unique gift to the boss who ordered the hit, who thinks he's untouchable because we'll just kill expendables?"

"That's good. Please hopefully do not get an infection around the area. Use some saline. To flush it out. I have done many the same with my own horn." He points to his own tiefling horn, which was very much so broken. Cinnamon is known for her clumsiness. Last time he was in this form, he nearly got tangled up in a fumble with a branch and with a dog tailing him from behind no less. If he hadn't changed back in time, he would have really knocked off a horn. And who knows what would really happen!

"Salines. They really do help. I hope it gets better. I am extremely sorry." He seems to have recognized his own vocal quirks as he tries to give a more authoritative and respectable face to this persona. Read books. Copy actors. How do the people talk these days? Listen and do what they say. 

Asbestos gives a kind of puppy dog eyed look at the minotaur. Even his tail hangs low between his legs as he does this. At the question, he blinks. "Oh yes. Um. I am almost new to these parts. I am looking for a job. I used to be a bartender back in Oyster Bay. Changed careers to be a baker. It didn't work out. But now that I am here in my old stomping grounds. I'd thought I'd take up back my old line of work. Yes..." He nearly winces at that.

"Say, um, what kind of place you're running here? Mind if I spruce it up a bit. I do have a bit of a decorating background as well."

((Persuasion check 9 + 2 = 11))

"You want a job? Here? I mean... you seriously want a job here at the 'Rooster?'" After scratching his head, being careful to avoid his horn, "Why?"

Asbestos blinks, looking just as confused as he does. "Why? Don't you like it here?" He picks up the menu (sadly, they don't have cheese curds no more) and then sets it down, "Is it not good here? Some friends of mine said it would be great place to restart. Hook, line, and dagger." He winks and says the phrase like it makes sense. 

"Your friends recommended the 'Rooster?'... by name?" Jeoffrey stares off into space with a puzzled look and says almost under his breath, "People are recommending the 'Burnt Rooster." It's clear he didn't hear, or I should say register your last sentence or the wink.

"Yes," Asbestos lifts one curved finger up as a question, "'The Burnt Rooster'..." He tilts his head at the very same surprise of Jeoffrey. 'This man seems to be really proud to be hearing his place recommended. No wonder he is shocked!'

"Are you, in fact, also the owner?" Asbestos bluntly asks out loud. "Yes, you must have a very good business if you're staying afloat? I mean look at this place!" He gestures with such a genuine smile all around the very unlively bar. 

"Why did you take cheese curds off the menu?"

"Yes I am the owner... a very good business... now wait just a minute, how much have you had to drink?"

When you tell him to look at this place and ask about cheese curds he adds, "The cheese vendor raised his prices by 2 silver per wheel and I just couldn't afford to keep up."

"Are you sure you want to work... here?"

Sitting in a corner, drinking an ale, going unnoticed until now, sits a lone human.

(shimshon123 can introduce their character in your opening post)