my sorces tell me it may be connected to the current hostilities between the Xanathar and the Zhants. Pheral sips her ale If FC is involved, I'm sure we are in for an adventure or two.
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Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 6 (2W-1L)- - Coliseum Reborn : Master of a Myriad of forms.
Runt, the Stormchosen: Half-Orc barbarian level 5 -- The Guild
Azrael would let out a chuckle before speaking, his hands still on the table as he waited for his order to come. The antics of this vivid gnome amusing him, to say the least. To answer your question little one, I come here quite often. My faith does not bar me from such activity, and I've found ale to be quite relaxing after a long day. If you did not notice my entry, it's become somewhat of a running joke. Now that he was settled in, everyone around would notice hos voice as a deep tumultuous rumble, like a far-off storm, similar to what you'd expect from an actual dragon if they wee more human-sized. His right hand leaving the table long enough to pat the gnome on her head before she began using him as a jungle gym. Azrael thought to himself I'll have to pull that out later as my hands are too large to fit into that tiny a space. Once the gnome had returned to her seat he would say with a friendly smile Must have been hard to pull that out from behind my ear, as they're flattened into my head!However, Bahamut thanks you, whether that was my own coin or yours! running his hand smoothly over his ear-holes to emphasize his point.
Greetings Luvon, you may call me Azrael. As for why we are here? If anyone knows, it is not myself. I have never before met the one summoning us. he said, allowing anyone else who was of a mind to respond before continuing. Then nodding as Pheral answered the question in his stead.
Then noting Pheral, and how similar her name was to 'feral.'
Finally, Azraels order would arrive, his quipper and chips being placed there in front of him, as was an extra large mug of Shadowdark Ale. He dug in politely as others began to talk. For now his best course of action was to note and watch as more arrived. He noted that FC seemed to have a preference for elves, though Azrael didn't mind.
Once the cool glass was placed in front of him Leon thanked the maid and brought the cup to his lips, taking a drink as he listened to Azrael speak. So FC did business with those of whom he didn’t do a favor for? Or perhaps there’s more to it than that. A lie maybe? Leon didn’t wish to pry, although his curiosity questioned as to how the others knew FC then, and why them particularity for this job.
Leon absentmindedly stared down into his water glass, thinking about what Pheral said. He kept the questions to himself as he assumed all the answers would come forward one way or another, FC must know something though. He would wait until then. Without anything else to add, he merely listened and observed.
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A gravelly voice with a strong cockney accent answers Leon's question from behind the table, sending a shiver up your spines- but is also somehow oddly reassuring. Two, glowing red pupils can be seen from a shadowy corner, fading to normal black as the rest of FC emerges from darkness. His large belly catches the light first and shines off his deep purple suit. He makes directly for the chair at the head of the table, flanked by two mistresses who pull out his chair. He waves his hand and they disperse into the crowd of the establishment, stroking his polished Tiefling horns as they fade away.
Pulling a cigar from his jacket pocket, he places it in the corner of his mouth and clicks his fingers near the end, casting thaumaturgy and taking a long draw. Obnoxiously exhaling down the middle of the table, he continues, speaking slowly and deliberately; "I'm sure you have probably heard the rumours of my... lil' hiccup." He says, hiding his face in the shadows. "Downright embarrassing, innit. But, none of us is perfect. Aint that right? For those of you not in the know, some of my... credibility has taken a lil' bit of a hit." He leans forward into the light. "Wif all this shit fight between the Zhentarim and Xanathar guilds, one of my dearest connections has gone missin'. Floon Blagmaar. Like a brother to me, he is. He's a good lookin' chap. In 'is early 30's with wavy reddish blonde hair. Last I saw 'im, we was sharing an ale and rollin' some dice at the Skewered Dragon. You know, in the dock ward. Around two days ago. Left 'im there that night, i did. Had some business to attend to. 'Avent seen 'im since."
He pauses for a moment. "I hope you realise this is a... personal endeavour of sorts. Sometimes, a man's gotta get his own hands dirty. Can't always leave it to the crew. If you give me the pleasure of being able to accompany me in finding Floon, there's 10 gold for each of ya. Right now. If we find him from whatever mug has royally ****ed up- There's another 'hundred gold innit for ya!" A loud -thud- hits the table- a coin purse with the presumed 10 GP each. He slams it down and leans back in his chair, calming himself and surrounding himself in a cloud of cigar smoke.
FC throws a glance over at the crowd- looking for Jalester to see if he, or anyone else was eavesdropping. Perception: 14
Fatcat, your shady "business" connection and possible acquaintance, is concerned about his missing friend, FLOON BLAGMAAR, who was last seen two nights ago at the Skewered Dragon down in the Dock Ward of Waterdeep. It's quite possible it has something to do with the Zhentariam and Xanathar gang war, and Fatcat is concerned. Head to the Skewered Dragon and see if you can find out any information about his friend. REWARD: Fatcat has agreed to pay each player 10g, and each player 100g upon Floon's return.
PERCEPTION: FC, no one that you notice was eavesdropping. The game moves along in TWO HOURS.
Azrael didn't seem as interested in the gold as he was in hearing the request itself. His clawed hands reaching up to his chin, stroking it as if in deep thought, and noting down the specific details in his mind. his slitted pupils falling down in contemplation to the corner of his table as he continued eating his food with the other hand. Shortly, his eye's would raise again, meeting FC's gaze with his own. Two beastial humanoids looking at each other.
I accept your request. However, first I must ask a question. The impression I've gotten so far is that everyone here has either already done business with you in the past, or is otherwise acquainted with you in some other fashion. However, you also reached out to me, and to the best of my own knowledge we've never had anything to do with one another. What would make you reach out to an Acolyte of Bahamut who lives in an admittedly run down temple, and has not succeeded much in spreading their faith in several years?
Continuing to eat, and drink his ale as he finished speaking, feeling the man would want to move soon, and not wanting to head out hungry or thirsty, especially after paying for it.
FC leans in to Azrael a little closer while the others at the table murmur and mull over the information just presented. "My esteemed guest of the cloth." He says, taking the cigar from his mouth and holding it up as in to 'cheers' Azrael. "I, myself, have done some fings I may not be so proud to admit. Yes, the blood of the nine hells courses through my very red veins, but there is still 'ope of redemption for an old geezer like me, eh? Perhaps your teachings may influence some of my actions, yea? The mighty Bahamut. Sway me, and you may just happen to find some additional funds and bums on seats on a Sunday morn."
Leon's listened intently to FC's words and his eyes widened only slightly at the sight of the gold being placed on the table, and with a potential for an additional hundred if the person in question is found? That would mean wonders; he could spend it in helping the monastery expand! This would bring much joy to his fellow monks and mostly to himself. He wanted to give back in some way for letting him in with such open arms.
"With such a generous offer, how could I refuse." I don't have much of a choice anyway. "I suppose I could lend a hand."
The half-elf paused for a moment before speaking again. "Who is this Floon Blaagmar? I understand he is like a brother to you, but who is he really?"
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[OOC: Hah, the classic offer they cannot refuse ;) ]
"Fantastic to have you on board!" FC Leans back in his chair, addressing Leon, but speaking loud enough for the table to hear. "Due to the professional nature of this agreement, I fink that information may be a need to know basis, innit." His eyes narrow slightly, only for a moment.
Astrid hops out of Azrael’s lap when the bag of gold is dropped on the table. She quickly walks across the table to the bag, opens it up, and pulls a random coin out. Placing a corner of it in her mouth, she gently bites down, testing it.
”Your golds always good with me, Mr. C. I’ll find your buddy in lickety split. Easy peasy! Winner winner chicken dinner.” She winks knowingly at him....suggesting to the rest of the group that this is not her first rodeo working for FC.
Aeydof the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm /ᐠ。ꞈ。ᐟ\
CHAPTER ONE - A FRIEND IN NEED PART ONE - THE YAWNING PORTAL TAVERN BRAWL!
As FC solidifies the deal, you all sit around a sturdy wooden table lit by a brightly burning candle and littered with plates cleared of food and half-drained tankards. The sounds of gamblers yelling and drunken adventurers singing bawdy songs nearly drown out the off-key strumming of a young bard three tables over, who has just finished playing a song that Pheral truly enjoyed. Threestrings tosses her a saucy wink as he finishes.
Then all the noise is eclipsed by a shout: “Ya pig! Like killin’ me mates, does ya?” Then a seven-foot-tall half-orc is hit by a wild, swinging punch from a male human whose shaved head is covered with eye-shaped tattoos. Four other humans stand behind him, ready to jump into the fray. The half-orc cracks her knuckles, roars, and leaps at the tattooed figure — but before you can see if blood is drawn, a crowd of spectators clusters around the brawl. What do you do?
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Azrael nodded a bit at FC's words, though he honestly felt that only half of what the Teifling said was true, but he kept it to himself, leaving it at that. So far the rest of the group gathered seemed intent on going forward as well. He, unlike Astrid, would wait to be sure that FC wanted him to take the gold now, despite his words it may be seen as a slight to just reach for and take it. While he waited he would voice one more thing. His fingers laced together as he leaned forward, his head angling a bit to the side before once more talking to FC.
As I said, I accept your offer, and I accept your reasons for bringing me in. I only have one more concern.. more a question.. however I digress, for the sake of time. Despite my position as a man of the cloth, as you put it, and despite my general demeanor. In a fight, I tend to be a bit... zealous. Will this be a problem, or a benefit, should it come to a fight of course.
Just as he had spoken, a brawl broke out not far from where they all were. A frustrated sigh escaping his lips as his teeth were bared in a growl.
Apologies. Pardon me for a moment.
Azrael stood up to his full, massive height, the lowest of the rafter-supports just a few feet from his head and he walked over to the crowd that started fighting, or preparing to fight, making his way just to the outside of it. Azrael would Ready his [Spell]Thunderwave[/Ready] should it be needed if one of them would attack.
Raising his voice to be heard, the air around him growing even more charged, Azure-violet sparks dancing across his body as his robes flowed in an invisible wind. His hands laced together, with index and middle raised up in preperation to release his held spell should he need to defend himself, baring his teeth in full, his eyes slitting to fine threads.
Excuse me, but you seem to be disturbing the rest of the patrons. And I have it on word that the Owner of this fine establishment has been getting quite a few disturbances like this lately. Disperse now, or I will take care of you all myself.
He let his form loom over them all, his very presence a threat to all nearby. Intimidation roll to all of them: 14
Thunderwave Edited here so it wouldn't alter my roll. And dammit! intimidation is my highest score! Curse you dice!
my sorces tell me it may be connected to the current hostilities between the Xanathar and the Zhants. Pheral sips her ale If FC is involved, I'm sure we are in for an adventure or two.
Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 12 (8W-4L)- - Coliseum of Conquest: Master of Faerie Fire. Just don't ask her to spell it.
Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 6 (2W-1L)- - Coliseum Reborn : Master of a Myriad of forms.
Runt, the Stormchosen: Half-Orc barbarian level 5 -- The Guild
Tomoe Gozen: Human Fighter Samurai level 5 -- Cronero (Solo Campaign)
Azrael would let out a chuckle before speaking, his hands still on the table as he waited for his order to come. The antics of this vivid gnome amusing him, to say the least. To answer your question little one, I come here quite often. My faith does not bar me from such activity, and I've found ale to be quite relaxing after a long day. If you did not notice my entry, it's become somewhat of a running joke. Now that he was settled in, everyone around would notice hos voice as a deep tumultuous rumble, like a far-off storm, similar to what you'd expect from an actual dragon if they wee more human-sized. His right hand leaving the table long enough to pat the gnome on her head before she began using him as a jungle gym. Azrael thought to himself I'll have to pull that out later as my hands are too large to fit into that tiny a space. Once the gnome had returned to her seat he would say with a friendly smile Must have been hard to pull that out from behind my ear, as they're flattened into my head! However, Bahamut thanks you, whether that was my own coin or yours! running his hand smoothly over his ear-holes to emphasize his point.
Greetings Luvon, you may call me Azrael. As for why we are here? If anyone knows, it is not myself. I have never before met the one summoning us. he said, allowing anyone else who was of a mind to respond before continuing. Then nodding as Pheral answered the question in his stead.
Then noting Pheral, and how similar her name was to 'feral.'
Finally, Azraels order would arrive, his quipper and chips being placed there in front of him, as was an extra large mug of Shadowdark Ale. He dug in politely as others began to talk. For now his best course of action was to note and watch as more arrived. He noted that FC seemed to have a preference for elves, though Azrael didn't mind.
Occassional Dungeon Master.
Bonnie comes by for a moment, refilling drinks and clearing any dishes on the table as you guys talk. She says out of the corner of her mouth:
"FC should be here shortly." Smiling, she walks away to, once again, help other patrons this busy night.
"Soon, I hope..!" She shouts over her shoulder.
Once the cool glass was placed in front of him Leon thanked the maid and brought the cup to his lips, taking a drink as he listened to Azrael speak. So FC did business with those of whom he didn’t do a favor for? Or perhaps there’s more to it than that. A lie maybe? Leon didn’t wish to pry, although his curiosity questioned as to how the others knew FC then, and why them particularity for this job.
Leon absentmindedly stared down into his water glass, thinking about what Pheral said. He kept the questions to himself as he assumed all the answers would come forward one way or another, FC must know something though. He would wait until then. Without anything else to add, he merely listened and observed.
Aeyd of the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk
Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
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"Big? Oh yeah, so big... it's personal."
A gravelly voice with a strong cockney accent answers Leon's question from behind the table, sending a shiver up your spines- but is also somehow oddly reassuring. Two, glowing red pupils can be seen from a shadowy corner, fading to normal black as the rest of FC emerges from darkness. His large belly catches the light first and shines off his deep purple suit. He makes directly for the chair at the head of the table, flanked by two mistresses who pull out his chair. He waves his hand and they disperse into the crowd of the establishment, stroking his polished Tiefling horns as they fade away.
Pulling a cigar from his jacket pocket, he places it in the corner of his mouth and clicks his fingers near the end, casting thaumaturgy and taking a long draw. Obnoxiously exhaling down the middle of the table, he continues, speaking slowly and deliberately;
"I'm sure you have probably heard the rumours of my... lil' hiccup." He says, hiding his face in the shadows. "Downright embarrassing, innit. But, none of us is perfect. Aint that right? For those of you not in the know, some of my... credibility has taken a lil' bit of a hit." He leans forward into the light. "Wif all this shit fight between the Zhentarim and Xanathar guilds, one of my dearest connections has gone missin'. Floon Blagmaar. Like a brother to me, he is. He's a good lookin' chap. In 'is early 30's with wavy reddish blonde hair. Last I saw 'im, we was sharing an ale and rollin' some dice at the Skewered Dragon. You know, in the dock ward. Around two days ago. Left 'im there that night, i did. Had some business to attend to. 'Avent seen 'im since."
He pauses for a moment. "I hope you realise this is a... personal endeavour of sorts. Sometimes, a man's gotta get his own hands dirty. Can't always leave it to the crew. If you give me the pleasure of being able to accompany me in finding Floon, there's 10 gold for each of ya. Right now. If we find him from whatever mug has royally ****ed up- There's another 'hundred gold innit for ya!" A loud -thud- hits the table- a coin purse with the presumed 10 GP each. He slams it down and leans back in his chair, calming himself and surrounding himself in a cloud of cigar smoke.
FC throws a glance over at the crowd- looking for Jalester to see if he, or anyone else was eavesdropping. Perception: 14
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Pheral gives a yawn Oh dear, that's decent reward for a missing person. Must be important.I'm in.
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Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 6 (2W-1L)- - Coliseum Reborn : Master of a Myriad of forms.
Runt, the Stormchosen: Half-Orc barbarian level 5 -- The Guild
Tomoe Gozen: Human Fighter Samurai level 5 -- Cronero (Solo Campaign)
QUEST: "SO BIG...IT'S PERSONAL."
Fatcat, your shady "business" connection and possible acquaintance, is concerned about his missing friend, FLOON BLAGMAAR, who was last seen two nights ago at the Skewered Dragon down in the Dock Ward of Waterdeep. It's quite possible it has something to do with the Zhentariam and Xanathar gang war, and Fatcat is concerned. Head to the Skewered Dragon and see if you can find out any information about his friend. REWARD: Fatcat has agreed to pay each player 10g, and each player 100g upon Floon's return.
PERCEPTION: FC, no one that you notice was eavesdropping. The game moves along in TWO HOURS.
Azrael didn't seem as interested in the gold as he was in hearing the request itself. His clawed hands reaching up to his chin, stroking it as if in deep thought, and noting down the specific details in his mind. his slitted pupils falling down in contemplation to the corner of his table as he continued eating his food with the other hand. Shortly, his eye's would raise again, meeting FC's gaze with his own. Two beastial humanoids looking at each other.
I accept your request. However, first I must ask a question. The impression I've gotten so far is that everyone here has either already done business with you in the past, or is otherwise acquainted with you in some other fashion. However, you also reached out to me, and to the best of my own knowledge we've never had anything to do with one another. What would make you reach out to an Acolyte of Bahamut who lives in an admittedly run down temple, and has not succeeded much in spreading their faith in several years?
Continuing to eat, and drink his ale as he finished speaking, feeling the man would want to move soon, and not wanting to head out hungry or thirsty, especially after paying for it.
Occassional Dungeon Master.
FC leans in to Azrael a little closer while the others at the table murmur and mull over the information just presented. "My esteemed guest of the cloth." He says, taking the cigar from his mouth and holding it up as in to 'cheers' Azrael. "I, myself, have done some fings I may not be so proud to admit. Yes, the blood of the nine hells courses through my very red veins, but there is still 'ope of redemption for an old geezer like me, eh? Perhaps your teachings may influence some of my actions, yea? The mighty Bahamut. Sway me, and you may just happen to find some additional funds and bums on seats on a Sunday morn."
"CoS" Rumble- Tabaxi Shadow Monk
Leon's listened intently to FC's words and his eyes widened only slightly at the sight of the gold being placed on the table, and with a potential for an additional hundred if the person in question is found? That would mean wonders; he could spend it in helping the monastery expand! This would bring much joy to his fellow monks and mostly to himself. He wanted to give back in some way for letting him in with such open arms.
"With such a generous offer, how could I refuse." I don't have much of a choice anyway. "I suppose I could lend a hand."
The half-elf paused for a moment before speaking again. "Who is this Floon Blaagmar? I understand he is like a brother to you, but who is he really?"
Aeyd of the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk
Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
/ᐠ。ꞈ。ᐟ\
Danitriel crossed her legs. "A missing person, huh? Alright, I'm in."
[OOC: Hah, the classic offer they cannot refuse ;) ]
"Fantastic to have you on board!" FC Leans back in his chair, addressing Leon, but speaking loud enough for the table to hear. "Due to the professional nature of this agreement, I fink that information may be a need to know basis, innit." His eyes narrow slightly, only for a moment.
"CoS" Rumble- Tabaxi Shadow Monk
FC nods and raises his cigar in a "cheers" motion towards Danitriel, followed by a crisp wink.
"CoS" Rumble- Tabaxi Shadow Monk
Astrid hops out of Azrael’s lap when the bag of gold is dropped on the table. She quickly walks across the table to the bag, opens it up, and pulls a random coin out. Placing a corner of it in her mouth, she gently bites down, testing it.
”Your golds always good with me, Mr. C. I’ll find your buddy in lickety split. Easy peasy! Winner winner chicken dinner.” She winks knowingly at him....suggesting to the rest of the group that this is not her first rodeo working for FC.
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
"Always a pleasure, young Astrid." FC replies. "It shall be a treat, finally being able to see how you work in person." He says with a toothy grin.
"CoS" Rumble- Tabaxi Shadow Monk
Leon nods and meets eyes with FC.
"Understood."
Aeyd of the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk
Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
/ᐠ。ꞈ。ᐟ\
CHAPTER ONE - A FRIEND IN NEED
PART ONE - THE YAWNING PORTAL
TAVERN BRAWL!
As FC solidifies the deal, you all sit around a sturdy wooden table lit by a brightly burning candle and littered with plates cleared of food and half-drained tankards. The sounds of gamblers yelling and drunken adventurers singing bawdy songs nearly drown out the off-key strumming of a young bard three tables over, who has just finished playing a song that Pheral truly enjoyed. Threestrings tosses her a saucy wink as he finishes.
Then all the noise is eclipsed by a shout: “Ya pig! Like killin’ me mates, does ya?” Then a seven-foot-tall half-orc is hit by a wild, swinging punch from a male human whose shaved head is covered with eye-shaped tattoos. Four other humans stand behind him, ready to jump into the fray. The half-orc cracks her knuckles, roars, and leaps at the tattooed figure — but before you can see if blood is drawn, a crowd of spectators clusters around the brawl. What do you do?
Azrael's question goes unanswered. There appears to be trouble in the tavern - a loud roar, making soft conversation impossible.
Azrael nodded a bit at FC's words, though he honestly felt that only half of what the Teifling said was true, but he kept it to himself, leaving it at that. So far the rest of the group gathered seemed intent on going forward as well. He, unlike Astrid, would wait to be sure that FC wanted him to take the gold now, despite his words it may be seen as a slight to just reach for and take it. While he waited he would voice one more thing. His fingers laced together as he leaned forward, his head angling a bit to the side before once more talking to FC.
As I said, I accept your offer, and I accept your reasons for bringing me in. I only have one more concern.. more a question.. however I digress, for the sake of time. Despite my position as a man of the cloth, as you put it, and despite my general demeanor. In a fight, I tend to be a bit... zealous. Will this be a problem, or a benefit, should it come to a fight of course.
Just as he had spoken, a brawl broke out not far from where they all were. A frustrated sigh escaping his lips as his teeth were bared in a growl.
Apologies. Pardon me for a moment.
Azrael stood up to his full, massive height, the lowest of the rafter-supports just a few feet from his head and he walked over to the crowd that started fighting, or preparing to fight, making his way just to the outside of it. Azrael would Ready his [Spell]Thunderwave[/Ready] should it be needed if one of them would attack.
Raising his voice to be heard, the air around him growing even more charged, Azure-violet sparks dancing across his body as his robes flowed in an invisible wind. His hands laced together, with index and middle raised up in preperation to release his held spell should he need to defend himself, baring his teeth in full, his eyes slitting to fine threads.
Excuse me, but you seem to be disturbing the rest of the patrons. And I have it on word that the Owner of this fine establishment has been getting quite a few disturbances like this lately. Disperse now, or I will take care of you all myself.
He let his form loom over them all, his very presence a threat to all nearby. Intimidation roll to all of them: 14
Thunderwave Edited here so it wouldn't alter my roll. And dammit! intimidation is my highest score! Curse you dice!
Occassional Dungeon Master.
Astrid to the group: "Let's get outta here before the fuzz arrives!"
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?