"Thank you, Brother Nif. With any luck, he'll be at the townmaster's hall." Vondal says, after half-hardheartedly glaring after Karl with his hands on his hips. "That... is actually good point, Adrom. Though I doubt a follower of the Lady of Luck is gonna have too much issues." He says to Adrom and chuckles near the end of it. "I guess that just leaves you, Zander. After the knocking you've taken over the trip tho', I suspect ye will be following after Uncle." After throwing a cheeky wink in the sorcerer's direction, the Gold Dwarf heads off to the shrine with at least Adrom in tow.
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Karl stops off at the Stonehill Inn. He lumbers to a bar stool and sits heavily. Busy with another customer, Toblen calls, "Be with ye in a second." Once he starts toward Karl, the barkeep's eyes widen, and a broad smile spreads his thin lips. "Well, if it isn't one of the saviors of Phandalin!" the young man laughs. Karl notices more eyes turn toward him in response. "It's good to see ye again, friend. We've been doing all this celebrating, and ye've been missing out! Let me pour ye a mug." He fills a tall container with some amber liquid, places it in front of the dwarf, and leans against the bar. "We owe ye a lot, friend," Toblen says, still smiling. "I could venture to say we owe ye everything." He stands up again. "Even if you did leave a dead body in one of my beds."
Nif bypasses the Inn, heading for the Townmaster's Hall. He walks in front of the signboard with the notice advertising the orc bounty and stomps up the steps. Entering through the front door, he finds the tiny elf lass sitting behind her reception desk. She looks up and smiles, "G'day." When she recognizes Nif, she smiles broadly. "Oh, it's you," she says brightly. She stands and moves around her desk. "Where are your friends?" She leans to look around Nif as if the others are hiding behind him. After Nif explains that they're taking care of other business, she moves to the double doors opposite the front doors. "That's OK. Please, follow me. I'm sure the Townmaster will want to see you." She throws open the double doors, strides to the next set of doors on the other side of the hall, and opens those doors to enter the courtroom. She leads Nif to the large desk the dwarf remembers was Harbin Wester's previous. Now, Sildar Hallwinter is sitting behind it. "Townmaster," Cyrine calls in her girly voice, "one of the saviors of Phandalin is here."
Sildar looks up from the parchment he was reading and smiles. He gets to his feet and extends a hand to Nif for shaking. "Well, it is. What news do you bring?"
Vondal and Adrom march over to the Shrine of Luck and find Sister Garaele busy doing ... something. When the cleric of Tymora spots the approaching dwarves, she smiles at them and greets them with, "Good fortune to you, strangers," in a strong voice. Her eyes linger on Vondal, as if she's trying to decide if she recognizes him.
The obvious gratitude of the townfolk go a long way towards lightening Karl's mood but he just turns to Toblen and just says "Ta"as he takes a hefty swallow "not a bad drop you brew here you know"as he finishes off the tankard.
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"May Moradin keep good stone over your head " replies Adrom. "I am Adrom Thoromyr at your service " he says bowing in front of Sister Garaele. " I am but a humble servant of Moradin and just wanted to introduce myself. The town is indeed lucky to have a servant of Tymora to take care of it. " he says with a smile.
(Le gasp! Toblen! Ya weren't s'pose to go in there with the body. That minx.)
Vondal would raise a curious brow if Sister is caught hurriedly trying to cover up some clandestine act, or appeared flustered over something. Even if not, her words and lingering look still elicit a double-take from the gold dwarf. As Adrom spoke, Vondal cannot help but look himself over once more, and realize for the first time how much nearly a tenday of travel had left him rugged and unkempt in almost every way imaginable. Only Zindral and Vonsorm appeared well-maintained at all. "Perhaps going to the Inn first would've been a better call.." He mutters to himself and grins sardonically, still looking over the tear in clothing from unfortunate meeting with Orc's axe.
Shaking himself from the stupor, Vondal smiles up at Sister Garaele. "Greetings once more, Sister Garaele. It has been a while, has it not?" He chuckles softly. "In case you have forgotten, I am Vondal Stormfist. Me and me brothers spoke with you last about a missing book in exchange for potions? As well as about..."He visible shudders before saying, "Spirit knowing of it.... *ahem*... Which we have done! Unfortunately, said book was given to some necromancer a hundred years ago. A, hm.. what was it... ah yes! Tsernoth from the City Iriaebor more than a hundred years ago, by my recollection."
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Toblen nods. "Thank ye. So, where have you lot been? And where are your friends?"
As Vondal speaks, the confusion in the sister's eyes clears. Her lips curve into a small smile and she nods. She looks ready to speak, but when the dwarf talks of the book, her face becomes full of excitement. She begins rummaging through the small cubbies scattered throughout the curve of stone which is the Shrine of Luck, calling over her shoulder, "You'll have to excuse me, Vondal Stormfist. I thought perhaps I recognized your face, but I wasn't sure. It is good to see you again." Finally, she returns with a piece of parchment and a quill. "What was that last part again about the spellbook?" As he repeats himself, Sister Garaele writes the information down. When Vondal is finished, she silently reads what she has written with a satisfied smile. "This is wonderful." She rolls up the parchment and pats it against her open palm. "I thought that comb might do the trick."
"Indeed. Though I believe the next time, I would rather -not- have to deal with spooks in the future. Good deed, or no." Again, Vondal found himself hugging himself and shuddering at the memory of the encounter. "That, or leave things up to our smooth talking spellslinger again -- He's the, uhm, one who did most of the work, in all honesty. B-but I'll be sure to pass on any well wishes you might have for him later." He admits with a sheepish grin. "U-uh, but back to our, uhm, original dealings from last.... It was two potions of healing being offered, yes? Er, well, the two remaining, to be specific. Might we-...?" He trails off from there, holding out his hands to Sister Garaele.
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Karl places his tankard down on the bar "any chance of a refill?"He looks around the tavern "people seem a mite happier than when we was 'ere last! What happened exactly?"
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Sister Garaele all but smacks herself on the forehead. "Of course!" she says, ducking back into the "interior" of the shine. She returns a second later and holds out two potions of healing. "Thank you so much for collecting the information." She appears to consider something. "Your friend — the "smooth talking spellslinger" ... Please ask him to come speak with me. I'd like to ask him something."
Back in the inn, Toblen takes Karl's mug and refills it quickly. "What happened is you lot drove off the Redbrands. We haven't seen hide nor hair of them since you rescued Mirna and her kids. Wester and his wife have left town, but I'm not sure that's not a good thing. Townmaster Hallwinter is really working to clean up." The human chuckles. "The only one who doesn't seem happy with the situation is Halia. Not sure why, but she's been acting like she's got something stuck in her craw."
“More’n happy to do our bit. Interesting what you say about Halia though. Do ya reckon she was in cahoots with them?” Karl responds as he takes a gulp.
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Toblen shakes his head. "Hard to know. She's a strange bird. Keeps to herself, mainly. But I never saw her have any contact with any of those cloaked idiots. Never heard any whispers about any connection. In fact, the gossip was the Redbrands steered clear of her because they didn't want any trouble." The human shrugs. "The one I'd think would be complaining would be Grista, who owns the Sleeping Giant. The Redbrands have been her bread and butter for months. I heard her complain for a couple days after the Redbrands disappeared, but some folk have started visiting her establishment, so I think she's realizing better clientele means a better job. Hopefully, as much as it will hurt my business, she'll recoup her losses and settle into a routine again." Toblen taps two fingers against the bar top. "You know, Daran was in here a few days ago asking about you. I think he had a job for you."
After passing one of the healing potions to Adrom and pocketing the other, Vondal cocked his head to the side, and then a sly smile crosses his face. "Is that right? Well then! I'll be sure to pass that along as well, don't you worry." He gives her a wink. "Unless you have other business here Adrom, I think it's time we head out. I have one other stop in mind, though you need not accompany me for that."He says as much, but stops short of fully turning to leave. "Speaking of longshots -- Sister Garaele? Uhm... Might you know of anyone in town that might sell exotics like spellbooks or the like? I find myself hoping to.... dabble is not quite the word, but wishing to further my original training arcane once more. Or at least instruments, at least?"
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Adrom takes the potion and says smiling to Sister Garaele.
"Nothing more, just wanted to introduce myself to the local cleric and assure you that I am passing by, but if you need any assistance in attending some sick or wounded I will be happy to lend a hand, with the help of Moradin of course. " he nods to her respectfuly and walks out, stopping and waiting for Vondal to ask his question.
When she replies to him, and while they start walking down the street, he says.
"I have no special hurry to go anywhere lad, so if you want the company I can go with you to do your errands. If you, on the other hand, prefer some privacy I will wait for you at the inn, and see how many tankards I can drink before you come for dinner! " he laughs and taps Vondal on the shoulder. Adrom's mood seems to be good.
Sister Garaele smiles at Adrom. "It was a pleasure to meet you. I'll call if I find a need for your assistance. Will you be staying at Toblen's?" After Vondal asks his question, she nods north. "Barthen's carries spellbooks for sure. I'm not sure about instruments. May luck be on your side."
Back at the Stonehill Inn, Toblen nods at Karl. "His orchard is on the other side of the town green. Head west. Once you see the green spot, head north. Look for the apple trees."
Vondal's eyes had lit up with almost childish glee, but only for a moment. Still, unable to fully contain himself, he hurries through a thankful bow, and then promptly marching his way out. "Vell, I certainly would not want to rob you of such a feat!" He chuckled, seeming to be a similarly good mood. "But uh, hmm... Eh. I leave it up to you. I certainly do not mind the company for this. And with coin we've gained along the way, it could be a good opportunity for you to resupply as well!"He offers as much. Whether Adrom decides to come along or not, the Gold Dwarf picks up the pace to Barthen's Shop.
Granted, if he hears Adrom's booted footsteps, then at least some ethusiasm is curbed to avoid leaving the dwarf in the dust.
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Nif speaks up "yeah I will sort the orcs. I'll meet you back at the inn, probably with a mug of ale." Nif then heads down that way.
Karl is headed to the Stonehill Inn. Where is everyone else going?
" I am with you Vondal" says Adrom " It's polite to introduce oneself to the local cleric. Don't want to step into nobody shoes..."
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"Thank you, Brother Nif. With any luck, he'll be at the townmaster's hall." Vondal says, after half-hardheartedly glaring after Karl with his hands on his hips. "That... is actually good point, Adrom. Though I doubt a follower of the Lady of Luck is gonna have too much issues." He says to Adrom and chuckles near the end of it. "I guess that just leaves you, Zander. After the knocking you've taken over the trip tho', I suspect ye will be following after Uncle." After throwing a cheeky wink in the sorcerer's direction, the Gold Dwarf heads off to the shrine with at least Adrom in tow.
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OK, I can at least pick up these threads ...
Karl stops off at the Stonehill Inn. He lumbers to a bar stool and sits heavily. Busy with another customer, Toblen calls, "Be with ye in a second." Once he starts toward Karl, the barkeep's eyes widen, and a broad smile spreads his thin lips. "Well, if it isn't one of the saviors of Phandalin!" the young man laughs. Karl notices more eyes turn toward him in response. "It's good to see ye again, friend. We've been doing all this celebrating, and ye've been missing out! Let me pour ye a mug." He fills a tall container with some amber liquid, places it in front of the dwarf, and leans against the bar. "We owe ye a lot, friend," Toblen says, still smiling. "I could venture to say we owe ye everything." He stands up again. "Even if you did leave a dead body in one of my beds."
Nif bypasses the Inn, heading for the Townmaster's Hall. He walks in front of the signboard with the notice advertising the orc bounty and stomps up the steps. Entering through the front door, he finds the tiny elf lass sitting behind her reception desk. She looks up and smiles, "G'day." When she recognizes Nif, she smiles broadly. "Oh, it's you," she says brightly. She stands and moves around her desk. "Where are your friends?" She leans to look around Nif as if the others are hiding behind him. After Nif explains that they're taking care of other business, she moves to the double doors opposite the front doors. "That's OK. Please, follow me. I'm sure the Townmaster will want to see you." She throws open the double doors, strides to the next set of doors on the other side of the hall, and opens those doors to enter the courtroom. She leads Nif to the large desk the dwarf remembers was Harbin Wester's previous. Now, Sildar Hallwinter is sitting behind it. "Townmaster," Cyrine calls in her girly voice, "one of the saviors of Phandalin is here."
Sildar looks up from the parchment he was reading and smiles. He gets to his feet and extends a hand to Nif for shaking. "Well, it is. What news do you bring?"
Vondal and Adrom march over to the Shrine of Luck and find Sister Garaele busy doing ... something. When the cleric of Tymora spots the approaching dwarves, she smiles at them and greets them with, "Good fortune to you, strangers," in a strong voice. Her eyes linger on Vondal, as if she's trying to decide if she recognizes him.
The obvious gratitude of the townfolk go a long way towards lightening Karl's mood but he just turns to Toblen and just says "Ta" as he takes a hefty swallow "not a bad drop you brew here you know" as he finishes off the tankard.
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"May Moradin keep good stone over your head " replies Adrom. "I am Adrom Thoromyr at your service " he says bowing in front of Sister Garaele. " I am but a humble servant of Moradin and just wanted to introduce myself. The town is indeed lucky to have a servant of Tymora to take care of it. " he says with a smile.
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(Le gasp! Toblen! Ya weren't s'pose to go in there with the body. That minx.)
Vondal would raise a curious brow if Sister is caught hurriedly trying to cover up some clandestine act, or appeared flustered over something. Even if not, her words and lingering look still elicit a double-take from the gold dwarf. As Adrom spoke, Vondal cannot help but look himself over once more, and realize for the first time how much nearly a tenday of travel had left him rugged and unkempt in almost every way imaginable. Only Zindral and Vonsorm appeared well-maintained at all. "Perhaps going to the Inn first would've been a better call.." He mutters to himself and grins sardonically, still looking over the tear in clothing from unfortunate meeting with Orc's axe.
Shaking himself from the stupor, Vondal smiles up at Sister Garaele. "Greetings once more, Sister Garaele. It has been a while, has it not?" He chuckles softly. "In case you have forgotten, I am Vondal Stormfist. Me and me brothers spoke with you last about a missing book in exchange for potions? As well as about..." He visible shudders before saying, "Spirit knowing of it.... *ahem*... Which we have done! Unfortunately, said book was given to some necromancer a hundred years ago. A, hm.. what was it... ah yes! Tsernoth from the City Iriaebor more than a hundred years ago, by my recollection."
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Toblen nods. "Thank ye. So, where have you lot been? And where are your friends?"
As Vondal speaks, the confusion in the sister's eyes clears. Her lips curve into a small smile and she nods. She looks ready to speak, but when the dwarf talks of the book, her face becomes full of excitement. She begins rummaging through the small cubbies scattered throughout the curve of stone which is the Shrine of Luck, calling over her shoulder, "You'll have to excuse me, Vondal Stormfist. I thought perhaps I recognized your face, but I wasn't sure. It is good to see you again." Finally, she returns with a piece of parchment and a quill. "What was that last part again about the spellbook?" As he repeats himself, Sister Garaele writes the information down. When Vondal is finished, she silently reads what she has written with a satisfied smile. "This is wonderful." She rolls up the parchment and pats it against her open palm. "I thought that comb might do the trick."
“It was quite useful m. I wasn’t sure that would work but one can never be so sure with that kind of creatures, right?” Says Adrom.
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"Indeed. Though I believe the next time, I would rather -not- have to deal with spooks in the future. Good deed, or no." Again, Vondal found himself hugging himself and shuddering at the memory of the encounter. "That, or leave things up to our smooth talking spellslinger again -- He's the, uhm, one who did most of the work, in all honesty. B-but I'll be sure to pass on any well wishes you might have for him later." He admits with a sheepish grin. "U-uh, but back to our, uhm, original dealings from last.... It was two potions of healing being offered, yes? Er, well, the two remaining, to be specific. Might we-...?" He trails off from there, holding out his hands to Sister Garaele.
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Karl places his tankard down on the bar "any chance of a refill?" He looks around the tavern "people seem a mite happier than when we was 'ere last! What happened exactly?"
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Sister Garaele all but smacks herself on the forehead. "Of course!" she says, ducking back into the "interior" of the shine. She returns a second later and holds out two potions of healing. "Thank you so much for collecting the information." She appears to consider something. "Your friend — the "smooth talking spellslinger" ... Please ask him to come speak with me. I'd like to ask him something."
Back in the inn, Toblen takes Karl's mug and refills it quickly. "What happened is you lot drove off the Redbrands. We haven't seen hide nor hair of them since you rescued Mirna and her kids. Wester and his wife have left town, but I'm not sure that's not a good thing. Townmaster Hallwinter is really working to clean up." The human chuckles. "The only one who doesn't seem happy with the situation is Halia. Not sure why, but she's been acting like she's got something stuck in her craw."
“More’n happy to do our bit. Interesting what you say about Halia though. Do ya reckon she was in cahoots with them?” Karl responds as he takes a gulp.
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Toblen shakes his head. "Hard to know. She's a strange bird. Keeps to herself, mainly. But I never saw her have any contact with any of those cloaked idiots. Never heard any whispers about any connection. In fact, the gossip was the Redbrands steered clear of her because they didn't want any trouble." The human shrugs. "The one I'd think would be complaining would be Grista, who owns the Sleeping Giant. The Redbrands have been her bread and butter for months. I heard her complain for a couple days after the Redbrands disappeared, but some folk have started visiting her establishment, so I think she's realizing better clientele means a better job. Hopefully, as much as it will hurt my business, she'll recoup her losses and settle into a routine again." Toblen taps two fingers against the bar top. "You know, Daran was in here a few days ago asking about you. I think he had a job for you."
After passing one of the healing potions to Adrom and pocketing the other, Vondal cocked his head to the side, and then a sly smile crosses his face. "Is that right? Well then! I'll be sure to pass that along as well, don't you worry." He gives her a wink. "Unless you have other business here Adrom, I think it's time we head out. I have one other stop in mind, though you need not accompany me for that." He says as much, but stops short of fully turning to leave. "Speaking of longshots -- Sister Garaele? Uhm... Might you know of anyone in town that might sell exotics like spellbooks or the like? I find myself hoping to.... dabble is not quite the word, but wishing to further my original training arcane once more. Or at least instruments, at least?"
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Adrom takes the potion and says smiling to Sister Garaele.
"Nothing more, just wanted to introduce myself to the local cleric and assure you that I am passing by, but if you need any assistance in attending some sick or wounded I will be happy to lend a hand, with the help of Moradin of course. " he nods to her respectfuly and walks out, stopping and waiting for Vondal to ask his question.
When she replies to him, and while they start walking down the street, he says.
"I have no special hurry to go anywhere lad, so if you want the company I can go with you to do your errands. If you, on the other hand, prefer some privacy I will wait for you at the inn, and see how many tankards I can drink before you come for dinner! " he laughs and taps Vondal on the shoulder. Adrom's mood seems to be good.
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"Did he say where he was staying? or how we could get in contact with him?"
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Sister Garaele smiles at Adrom. "It was a pleasure to meet you. I'll call if I find a need for your assistance. Will you be staying at Toblen's?" After Vondal asks his question, she nods north. "Barthen's carries spellbooks for sure. I'm not sure about instruments. May luck be on your side."
Back at the Stonehill Inn, Toblen nods at Karl. "His orchard is on the other side of the town green. Head west. Once you see the green spot, head north. Look for the apple trees."
Vondal's eyes had lit up with almost childish glee, but only for a moment. Still, unable to fully contain himself, he hurries through a thankful bow, and then promptly marching his way out. "Vell, I certainly would not want to rob you of such a feat!" He chuckled, seeming to be a similarly good mood. "But uh, hmm... Eh. I leave it up to you. I certainly do not mind the company for this. And with coin we've gained along the way, it could be a good opportunity for you to resupply as well!" He offers as much. Whether Adrom decides to come along or not, the Gold Dwarf picks up the pace to Barthen's Shop.
Granted, if he hears Adrom's booted footsteps, then at least some ethusiasm is curbed to avoid leaving the dwarf in the dust.
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