“Well, you two were about to come to fisticuffs, I could sense it! No matter, it seems that you have come to your senses…”. Togar swivels around to face the elf, using the opportunity from Kulloda’s questioning to focus and concentrate on the elf, stretching out with his mind…
Using his helm, Togar casts detect thoughts at the elf, while the others are talking, to scratch the surface and then try to go a little deeper, as conversation is happening around him. How much do you know that you aren’t telling us… I wonder…
Fable grumbles under her breath and crosses her arms. The two fighting would have made a wonderful aftershow; even so, she gives the royal elf her attention. "As much as I enjoy a challenging game, I would like some questions answered. I feel like you know more then what was in the play, and honestly I wish to know how you even know what you do. You aren't from here. I one hundred percent plan to help, but I would appreciate a little more information."
Fable now has a gold coin in her hand, rolling it back and forth across her knuckles. She eyes the royal elf, looking for any tells, any show of deceit. "I know a few halfling families, none that have said anything about a pearl, but it might've just not come up in conversations. I can take us to them, or atleast where I know them to usually be."
Madame Vespa calmly looks to each of those that ask her questions, "I'm sorry, I do not know the name of the girl, we just had a vision of her. Though... I will admit that last part was a bit for my own amusement.. keeping the townsfolk clean. I do believe she makes soap? At least that is what it appeared to be."
"I'm sorry, I know nothing of the grandfather, beyond what I have said."
Turning to Fable as she adds her comments to the group, "You are correct, I am not from here. I belong with the Silk Lanterns. We are trying to set right what has gone wrong. We believe you all are the best for the job. I'm sorry if you didn't like how it was presented, I guess we are a bit for the dramatics." She smiles at the warlock, "I am so glad you're on board." she looks to the rest of you, "Are you all?"
"Silk Lanterns?" Anachain asks, assuming she doesn't know of them. ((Or History: 14 to see if she does know of them?))
Otherwise she nods once in the affirmative to the Elf to show that she is indeed on board. She casts her mind through what she knows about Eldershore to see if she knows anything of soap making or even where it is sold.
Madame Vespa nods towards Kulloda as he asks about the halfling girl, "We with the Silk Lanterns have visions... they are always true. I am sure you will find her."
Togar focuses and holds his hand up to his head when Madame Vespa mentions the child, halfway closing his eyes. Then he snaps to, blinking his eyes. His beak clicks together. When visions are mentioned, he seems to go in a trance again, briefly.
After that, he straightens up and nods, saying merely, “I’m in. If we can find or see the girl, I will know.” He stands, straightening himself, making ready to go.
"That would be me." Fable raises her unoccupied hand. "The market isn't that far, not that anything in this town is far from anything else. I can get us there fine." She sends the coin up in the air before catching it. She walks to the tent flaps before turning back to the everyone still inside, "I did enjoy the show, sorry I gave the impression of otherwise. I'll wait for guys and keep the big guy from wandering off. I do hope we get along." Fable gave an odd smile before stepping out.
Kasizeth watches the conversations with cool interest, but doesn't deign to comment. He leans on his wooden staff, tapping gently with the fingers of his left hand where he grips it. He silently files away all of the additional information that the elf offers, on the off chance that some of it might prove useful later on. He returns Fable's smile as turns back around to them, then follows amiably with the rest of the group as they step out.
Misa lingers by the edge of the group, observing the dynamics with a calm, composed demeanour. The tension between Mother Anachain and Kulloda seems to amuse her, but she doesn’t interfere. Instead, she lets the drama play out, that small smile never leaving her lips.
When Fable steps up to guide the group, Misa offers a small, approving nod."It seems we’re in capable hands. I’m more than happy to follow the locals’ lead." She then falls into step with the others, heading out of the tent.
As the newly formed group heads outside from the tent, the cool night air hits you in the face. Around you, the streets are empty while you all meander your way to the center of town. A bit peculiar that everyone that was in the tent for the show, seemed like the entire town showed up for it, sure made it back home in record time.
Fable leads you all to the market, and as you look around, you see that most shops appear to have closed up. Wooden planks nailed to windows and some even across the doors. Signs hanging by one end, creaking in the slight breeze, difficult to read as the paint is so faded. There are a few that appear like they will open in a few hours, but as dawn is still an hour or two away, the shops are all closed.
A man stumbles out of a nearby door and you see that it is The Broken Shield. He doesn't even appear to notice you as he turns the corner to the nearest alley, cursing and slurring as he goes. Falling once, but gets right back up as he continues his assumed trek home. As he drew your attention to the tavern, you see that it is indeed open.
Heading through the door to the tavern, you find a decent sized space with a fire in the hearth and about 8 tables. Only two tables are occupied, one with a sole occupant, a half-orc staring at his drink and the other table with two dwarves that barely seem conscious as they argue over something. The barkeep is behind the bar, obviously bored but perks up as the lot of you enter.
“Mmmmhhmmm. Perhaps some liquid refreshment would help to soothe all ills, consider it a team building exercise, a communication enhancer. What do you say? I do have some information to share, what I learned from our little piece of theater back there. What say you all?” Togar’s head circles around, looking for signs of assent.
Mother Anachain looks around the establishment with a curious eye. She is not used to such establishments and looking at the decor and clientele she doesn't think she has missed much. Still there is not much else they can do right now to find the halfling girl so they have to wait somewhere. She picks a table that looks relatively clean and large enough and goes and sits at it.
"Sounds good to me, I'll even buy the first round for everyone. Just tell me what you want." Fable walks over to the barkeep, "I'll have my usual if you don't mind."
As they enter the tavern, Misa’s gaze sweeps over the dimly lit room, taking in the sparse clientele. Catching Fable’s eye, she offers the Half-Elf a smile. “I’m never one to turn down a drink. I'll have some mead, if you don't mind – Something with a bit of sweetness to it." With a final glance towards the barkeep, she turns and joins Mother Anachain at the table.
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“Well, you two were about to come to fisticuffs, I could sense it! No matter, it seems that you have come to your senses…”. Togar swivels around to face the elf, using the opportunity from Kulloda’s questioning to focus and concentrate on the elf, stretching out with his mind…
Using his helm, Togar casts detect thoughts at the elf, while the others are talking, to scratch the surface and then try to go a little deeper, as conversation is happening around him. How much do you know that you aren’t telling us… I wonder…
DC 13 wisdom save to resist.
Fable grumbles under her breath and crosses her arms. The two fighting would have made a wonderful aftershow; even so, she gives the royal elf her attention. "As much as I enjoy a challenging game, I would like some questions answered. I feel like you know more then what was in the play, and honestly I wish to know how you even know what you do. You aren't from here. I one hundred percent plan to help, but I would appreciate a little more information."
Fable now has a gold coin in her hand, rolling it back and forth across her knuckles. She eyes the royal elf, looking for any tells, any show of deceit. "I know a few halfling families, none that have said anything about a pearl, but it might've just not come up in conversations. I can take us to them, or atleast where I know them to usually be."
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Madame Vespa calmly looks to each of those that ask her questions, "I'm sorry, I do not know the name of the girl, we just had a vision of her. Though... I will admit that last part was a bit for my own amusement.. keeping the townsfolk clean. I do believe she makes soap? At least that is what it appeared to be."
"I'm sorry, I know nothing of the grandfather, beyond what I have said."
Turning to Fable as she adds her comments to the group, "You are correct, I am not from here. I belong with the Silk Lanterns. We are trying to set right what has gone wrong. We believe you all are the best for the job. I'm sorry if you didn't like how it was presented, I guess we are a bit for the dramatics." She smiles at the warlock, "I am so glad you're on board." she looks to the rest of you, "Are you all?"
Kulloda shrugs then nods.
"Kulloda not need to go back to Ravens Bluff soon," Kulloda says. "Sure. Can look for soap girl."
He starts to make for the tent flap then stops and looks back at Vespa.
"Not know girl, not know grandfather, not know names," Kulloda begins then adds. "How know halfling girl real?"
"Silk Lanterns?" Anachain asks, assuming she doesn't know of them. ((Or History: 14 to see if she does know of them?))
Otherwise she nods once in the affirmative to the Elf to show that she is indeed on board. She casts her mind through what she knows about Eldershore to see if she knows anything of soap making or even where it is sold.
Madame Vespa nods towards Kulloda as he asks about the halfling girl, "We with the Silk Lanterns have visions... they are always true. I am sure you will find her."
"We could ask around town," Anachain suggests. "If she makes soap she likely sells it."
Mother Anachain looks around to the others to see if they agree with the logic or if they have other suggestions.
Togar focuses and holds his hand up to his head when Madame Vespa mentions the child, halfway closing his eyes. Then he snaps to, blinking his eyes. His beak clicks together. When visions are mentioned, he seems to go in a trance again, briefly.
After that, he straightens up and nods, saying merely, “I’m in. If we can find or see the girl, I will know.” He stands, straightening himself, making ready to go.
"Who from here?" Kulloda asks the others. "Who knows where market is?"
Kulloda then adjusts his great sword and a glaive that rest across his back and steps through the tent flaps and outside.
"That would be me." Fable raises her unoccupied hand. "The market isn't that far, not that anything in this town is far from anything else. I can get us there fine." She sends the coin up in the air before catching it. She walks to the tent flaps before turning back to the everyone still inside, "I did enjoy the show, sorry I gave the impression of otherwise. I'll wait for guys and keep the big guy from wandering off. I do hope we get along." Fable gave an odd smile before stepping out.
Mother Anachain follows out of the tent, more than ready to get this task underway. Quicker started, quicker finished.
Kasizeth watches the conversations with cool interest, but doesn't deign to comment. He leans on his wooden staff, tapping gently with the fingers of his left hand where he grips it. He silently files away all of the additional information that the elf offers, on the off chance that some of it might prove useful later on. He returns Fable's smile as turns back around to them, then follows amiably with the rest of the group as they step out.
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
Misa lingers by the edge of the group, observing the dynamics with a calm, composed demeanour. The tension between Mother Anachain and Kulloda seems to amuse her, but she doesn’t interfere. Instead, she lets the drama play out, that small smile never leaving her lips.
When Fable steps up to guide the group, Misa offers a small, approving nod. "It seems we’re in capable hands. I’m more than happy to follow the locals’ lead."
She then falls into step with the others, heading out of the tent.
As the newly formed group heads outside from the tent, the cool night air hits you in the face. Around you, the streets are empty while you all meander your way to the center of town. A bit peculiar that everyone that was in the tent for the show, seemed like the entire town showed up for it, sure made it back home in record time.
Fable leads you all to the market, and as you look around, you see that most shops appear to have closed up. Wooden planks nailed to windows and some even across the doors. Signs hanging by one end, creaking in the slight breeze, difficult to read as the paint is so faded. There are a few that appear like they will open in a few hours, but as dawn is still an hour or two away, the shops are all closed.
A man stumbles out of a nearby door and you see that it is The Broken Shield. He doesn't even appear to notice you as he turns the corner to the nearest alley, cursing and slurring as he goes. Falling once, but gets right back up as he continues his assumed trek home. As he drew your attention to the tavern, you see that it is indeed open.
Heading through the door to the tavern, you find a decent sized space with a fire in the hearth and about 8 tables. Only two tables are occupied, one with a sole occupant, a half-orc staring at his drink and the other table with two dwarves that barely seem conscious as they argue over something. The barkeep is behind the bar, obviously bored but perks up as the lot of you enter.
“Mmmmhhmmm. Perhaps some liquid refreshment would help to soothe all ills, consider it a team building exercise, a communication enhancer. What do you say? I do have some information to share, what I learned from our little piece of theater back there. What say you all?” Togar’s head circles around, looking for signs of assent.
Mother Anachain looks around the establishment with a curious eye. She is not used to such establishments and looking at the decor and clientele she doesn't think she has missed much. Still there is not much else they can do right now to find the halfling girl so they have to wait somewhere. She picks a table that looks relatively clean and large enough and goes and sits at it.
"Sounds good to me, I'll even buy the first round for everyone. Just tell me what you want." Fable walks over to the barkeep, "I'll have my usual if you don't mind."
Kulloda nods at the idea of drinks.
"Ale, mead, wine, all drinks good," Kulloda says.
On his way to the table Mother Anachain has found, he stops at the table with the half-orc who is staring at his drink.
"For drinking, not looking," Kulloda says, gesturing at the drink. Then he asks "You, you know halfling soap seller?"
"Tea it is then, for me and Kulloda," Anachain says with some amusement. "All drinks good, indeed."
As they enter the tavern, Misa’s gaze sweeps over the dimly lit room, taking in the sparse clientele. Catching Fable’s eye, she offers the Half-Elf a smile. “I’m never one to turn down a drink. I'll have some mead, if you don't mind – Something with a bit of sweetness to it."
With a final glance towards the barkeep, she turns and joins Mother Anachain at the table.