"Other guy? Why, there is but one good drow, and that is I, Drizzt Do'Urden," the drow says in Common with an unconvincing glance toward said bushes.
"I am afraid I have fallen on hard times as of late...mostly child support issues, and then there's those lawsuits in Luskan. I've had to make due with the odd job here and there, but folks don't pay too well for a drow's work. They don't trust us, 'cause the evil, you see," he says morosely.
With a sad look on his face he digs into his pack, pulling out a crude wood carving of a panther. "The four of you seem like you could put this to better use than I in my current state. This is my Figurine of Wondrous Power, which summons my fearsome panther Guenhwyvar. Would you part with some coin for it to help a friendly adventurer like myself through these hard times? But you must buy it quickly! I could not bear to see the look on Guen's face when she sees she must leave me." He sighs dramatically, and you see a poorly disguised signal toward the bushes as he brings his forearm up to rest on his forehead.
"Grarr, rarr!" Unconvincing panther sounds spring from the bushes.
Therien, narrowing his eyes and furrowing his brow, attempts to make sense of the rather curious behavior of the drow. (Insight: 6)
The elf then turns his focus on the crystal that he habitually tumbles about in his left hand. With a few quick words, he casts Minor Illusion and creates the auditory illusion of a true panther's growl, hoping to place the sound as close as possible to the drow in the bushes.
Gruun is rather off put at these turn of events, his time living in woodlands makes him distrust of travels without a clear purpose. After the fake call he starts a deep and barely audible thrumming growl and his fur begins to prick up down his neck and shoulders.
It is plain these two drow are idiots. The speaking drow seems to be lying about...well, everything.
A sudden, more realistic panther growl resonates in the bushes, and the "hidden" drow springs out of them with a yelp. Drizzt's eyes dart back and forth for a moment, then he rushes over to the other dark elf and grabs him by the shoulders.
"Guenhwyvar! You have...transformed! Here I thought you were a panther, but you were a drow like me all along?"
"Drizzt" recoils at the sudden sight of a shorter version of himself.
"Whoa! Alright, you got me, I'm not Drizzt. I'm a distant cousin of his. My name is Yeldar. Scrubber and I, we're from the lowest rung of drow servants. You've heard how life is in Menzoberranzan for males like us. We escaped and came to the surface for a better life. And that's drow, by the way, it's not pronounced 'drow' like we've heard some say. To say it that way is a little racist, really," he rambles.
Yeldar gives him a sideways glance and continues, "We took a job delivering some goods and, uh...lost them. We've been searching for them and pretending to be Drizzt seemed like a good way to move about. He's quite famous, you know. We even sold a couple of these figurines!"
"Mr. Goodprice will be disappointed it would seem," remarks Therien. "I have heard kobolds in this area have created their share of mischief and trouble. Certainly you've considered that possibility?"
"Actually, yes, we've had a few dealings with the kobolds around here. They claimed to possess a dragon. You should go find it! Yes, heroes such as yourself should slay the dragon!"" Yeldar relays excitedly.
"Here," he says, pulling out a hand-drawn map. He points to the kobolds' territory, and you can see that the map is notated, but in a language that only Fargim can read.
For Fargim:
The map is notated in Undercommon, describing various locations in low-brow terms like Snobbery-moon and Dwarf-hole.
Fargim goes over the map, pointing and doing a rough translation of the locations there. Is the
"So where did you lose your stuff? We are looking for something as well. Something that is dear to our employer. It might be related - there might be a clan there that really likes to make things go missing."
Gruun sniffs at these Elves suspiciously. "Why should we do anything for you when your first words were lies and deceit? If we're doing the work why should we not just take it to Roscoe ourselves?"
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Therein waits to see how the drow will respond to what Fargim and Gruun have just asked; he's hoping to detect any missteps or further deceit in their answer (Insight: 5)
"Why we're not asking for your help of course! Are you sure you wouldn't like to purchase a figurine? I'll even give you a discount since it's...well it's not magical," Yeldar responds.
For Therien:
You don't detect any deceit, but you do note the change of subject.
Fargim replies, "I'll tell you later." (I don't know whether there was it on the map or not, but if it was, I feel like Fargim would remember through his Wanderer background)
Therien, trying to discern whether any further interaction with Yeldar and Scrubber will be beneficial to the group, asks aloud of Fargim, Gruun, and Hox, "What say you, friends? Shall we find out if these kobolds do truly possess a dragon?"
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Fargim says in undercommon, "What was it about the big score that you were talking about? And why did the other guy jump into the bushes?"
He casts Message somewhat towards the guy in the bushes, saying "Come out, we're not going to hurt you."
"Other guy? Why, there is but one good drow, and that is I, Drizzt Do'Urden," the drow says in Common with an unconvincing glance toward said bushes.
"I am afraid I have fallen on hard times as of late...mostly child support issues, and then there's those lawsuits in Luskan. I've had to make due with the odd job here and there, but folks don't pay too well for a drow's work. They don't trust us, 'cause the evil, you see," he says morosely.
With a sad look on his face he digs into his pack, pulling out a crude wood carving of a panther. "The four of you seem like you could put this to better use than I in my current state. This is my Figurine of Wondrous Power, which summons my fearsome panther Guenhwyvar. Would you part with some coin for it to help a friendly adventurer like myself through these hard times? But you must buy it quickly! I could not bear to see the look on Guen's face when she sees she must leave me." He sighs dramatically, and you see a poorly disguised signal toward the bushes as he brings his forearm up to rest on his forehead.
"Grarr, rarr!" Unconvincing panther sounds spring from the bushes.
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Therien, narrowing his eyes and furrowing his brow, attempts to make sense of the rather curious behavior of the drow. (Insight: 6)
The elf then turns his focus on the crystal that he habitually tumbles about in his left hand. With a few quick words, he casts Minor Illusion and creates the auditory illusion of a true panther's growl, hoping to place the sound as close as possible to the drow in the bushes.
Gruun is rather off put at these turn of events, his time living in woodlands makes him distrust of travels without a clear purpose. After the fake call he starts a deep and barely audible thrumming growl and his fur begins to prick up down his neck and shoulders.
For Therien:
It is plain these two drow are idiots. The speaking drow seems to be lying about...well, everything.
A sudden, more realistic panther growl resonates in the bushes, and the "hidden" drow springs out of them with a yelp. Drizzt's eyes dart back and forth for a moment, then he rushes over to the other dark elf and grabs him by the shoulders.
"Guenhwyvar! You have...transformed! Here I thought you were a panther, but you were a drow like me all along?"
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Fargim sighs, casts Disguise Self and makes himself look like Drizzt as well. "Lalalalala.. do you think we're stupid?"
"What exactly were you up to here?"
"Drizzt" recoils at the sudden sight of a shorter version of himself.
"Whoa! Alright, you got me, I'm not Drizzt. I'm a distant cousin of his. My name is Yeldar. Scrubber and I, we're from the lowest rung of drow servants. You've heard how life is in Menzoberranzan for males like us. We escaped and came to the surface for a better life. And that's drow, by the way, it's not pronounced 'drow' like we've heard some say. To say it that way is a little racist, really," he rambles.
Scrubber finally speaks, "I've always preferred Stygian Elves, it sounds classier."
Yeldar gives him a sideways glance and continues, "We took a job delivering some goods and, uh...lost them. We've been searching for them and pretending to be Drizzt seemed like a good way to move about. He's quite famous, you know. We even sold a couple of these figurines!"
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"Mr. Goodprice will be disappointed it would seem," remarks Therien. "I have heard kobolds in this area have created their share of mischief and trouble. Certainly you've considered that possibility?"
"Clan of kin but not of my clan. Look for gem, sharp ears see kinsmen?" Hox adds in.
"Actually, yes, we've had a few dealings with the kobolds around here. They claimed to possess a dragon. You should go find it! Yes, heroes such as yourself should slay the dragon!"" Yeldar relays excitedly.
"Here," he says, pulling out a hand-drawn map. He points to the kobolds' territory, and you can see that the map is notated, but in a language that only Fargim can read.
For Fargim:
The map is notated in Undercommon, describing various locations in low-brow terms like Snobbery-moon and Dwarf-hole.
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Fargim goes over the map, pointing and doing a rough translation of the locations there. Is the
"So where did you lose your stuff? We are looking for something as well. Something that is dear to our employer. It might be related - there might be a clan there that really likes to make things go missing."
Gruun sniffs at these Elves suspiciously. "Why should we do anything for you when your first words were lies and deceit? If we're doing the work why should we not just take it to Roscoe ourselves?"
Therein waits to see how the drow will respond to what Fargim and Gruun have just asked; he's hoping to detect any missteps or further deceit in their answer (Insight: 5)
"Why we're not asking for your help of course! Are you sure you wouldn't like to purchase a figurine? I'll even give you a discount since it's...well it's not magical," Yeldar responds.
For Therien:
You don't detect any deceit, but you do note the change of subject.
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The crystal focus in Therien's hand tumbles around for a few moments, and then the elf casts Message, with Fargim as its target.
"Fargim, was there anything on the map to suggest the location of a kobold cave?"
Therien then looks at Yeldar and shakes his head, indicating the party has no interest in purchasing anything.
"Trade for metal beast?"
He offers the small metal crab.
Fargim replies, "I'll tell you later." (I don't know whether there was it on the map or not, but if it was, I feel like Fargim would remember through his Wanderer background)
OOC: There was not a kobold cave on the map, but it did show you the territory where such a cave would lie.
"Well that's...unique. I suppose adding some variety to our wares may not be such a bad thing," Yeldar says, swapping a figurine for Hox's crab.
OOC: Hox's inventory has been updated.
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Hox takes out the wooden halfling figure and places it atop the poor quality panther. "Hox can maybe find cave. Maybe near Farquim's not clan's home."
Therien, trying to discern whether any further interaction with Yeldar and Scrubber will be beneficial to the group, asks aloud of Fargim, Gruun, and Hox, "What say you, friends? Shall we find out if these kobolds do truly possess a dragon?"