With the last puffs of smoke billowing from Odrith's mouth, he turns to aid his team now that the patrons and Durnan are safe. Not even having to consider which is more important between saving Chalk and removing the blood sucking pest from his chest, Odrith hustles over to Chalk, kneels down next to birb and puts the entity of his healing ability into birb. (5 HP)
With Chalk's eyes opening up to consciousness and finally being bug free Odrith looks into the birb's eyes and says with a wink, "You are welcome Odrith, the greatest and best among us, for removing the pesky bug from your chest."
Did move then action of lay on hands for all the HPs. No bonus action.
Chalk's squawks are shortly cut off as the stirges latch onto her. There isn't much the little bird good do, Kenku aren't known for being sturdy after all. Fortunately she'd managed to pick her friends wisely and isn't out for too long. Although it's still heard for her eyes to focus as Odrith stands over her brimming with pride. "Thank ya much," she says imitating Whit's silky voice though her eyes roll slightly, from residual pain or perhaps some whit. "Pesky bug."
Drawing a small amount of force she speaks some minor words of frost and tries once more to dislodge the stirge on Odrith. Hopefully it proves easier now that it's almost on top of her. "Kill the stirges," she shouts like Drunan as ice forms on the bat-like being. "You are welcome Odrith."
Chalk, head spinning and visibly paler, casts her spell again but to much greater effect the second time. Shards shoot out from her hands, impaling the stirge, the force ripping it from Odrith's body and pinning it to a nearby table. Durnan easily picks up the whole table and tosses it into the well, wiping his hands on his now bloodied apron.
"You all fought well" he states matter-of-factly, then abruptly turns and heads back towards the bar.
As the compliments and light cheering from the crowd dies down and they slowly disperse back to their tables, a short and extravagant looking man approaches through the retreating bodies. He wears a frilly white shirt, a nice black and gold vest, clean leather boots, a floppy hat, and a yellow scarf. As he approaches, he continues lavishing praise up on you all for your bravery and skill in battle.
"You be adventurers, am I right? I could use your help. Let’s find a table to talk, shall we?"
He leads you to a nearby table which seems to have survived the attack. As you all sit, he begins an obviously practiced speech, with an air of forced charm and mystery.
He strokes his mustache, adjusts his floppy hat, and tightens his scarf. “Volothamp Geddarm, chronicler, wizard, and celebrity, at your service. I trust you’ve noted the violence in our fair city these past tendays. I haven’t seen so much blood since my last visit to Baldur’s Gate! But now I fear I have misplaced a friend amid this odious malevolence."
At the mention of his friend, his composure breaks somewhat and his speech devolves into tearful sincerity.
“My friend’s name is Floon Blagmaar. He’s got more beauty than brains, and I worry he took a bad way home a couple nights ago and was kidnapped — or worse. If you agree to track him down with all due haste, I can offer you ten dragons apiece now, and I can give you each ten times that when you find Floon. May I prevail upon you in my hour of need?”
He pulls 4 small jingling bags from a pocket and lays them on the table in front of you, and he hastily wipes away a stray tear running down his cheek.
Sitting in the audience of this garish buffoon Volo, Odrith eyes the coin pouches. He is not hurting for cash but also knows that he could help a few hungry families with that coin. The emotion also seemed pretty real in Volo's eyes, and that also tore a little at his heart.
Staying silent Odrith swings his scaly head toward his friends to listen to their thoughts on the topic. If they decide to help Volo, hopefully Odrith can get a leave of absence approved at the temple.
This man looks very peculiar, Kaivius thinks, helping Chalk up off the ground as she offers her a swig of the alcohol Durnan gave her earlier.
"It doesn't taste great but it will make you forget about the stirges"
Kaivius begins to wrap Chalk's wounds and eyes Odrith to see if maybe he needs wrapping as well. Finally, her eyes rest on the stranger once more. She tries to glean as much information about him without saying more. She's not particularly fond of strangers, especially not ones as flamboyantly dressed as him. But the money would go a long way in replenishing her medical supplies. Maybe they should try to find this "Floon". She makes her way over to Odrith to discreetly pour some alcohol on the stirge wounds. You never know where a stirge has been.
Medicine on Chalk 13
Insight on what's his face 17
Stealth(?) on Odrith for the alcohol 19
Also should I do another medicine roll or nah? Is this too many things?
Kaivus easily binds Chalk's wounds and manages to help her limp to the table.
As she sits down, she discreetly pours some alcohol on Odrith's wounds. He doesn't seem to notice, and the steam he passes the steam rising from his hot body off as something that his body just does randomly sometimes. The alcohol doesn't seem to have any effect on his wounds.
She eyes Volo curiously. She gathers that he is definitely genuine in his request, and while the rumors you've heard of Volo claim that he probably doesn't have the money right now for what he is promising, he is good to his word and would find a way to reward you all if you helped him.
From his demeanor, you do realize there is something deeper going on here. While the grief he displays does make sense for someone who lost a good friend, you can tell there is a level of guilt there too. Your experience with people clues you in that Volo feels more than a little responsible for whatever happened to his friend, and there may be a deeper story here that he is withholding.
A fellow chronicler, Whit thinks. He does look like he's got a few stories to tell. Wouldn't hurt to get onto his good side.
"Well I'm always down to help a fellow in need" Snatching one of the purses and begins tossing it up and down causing the coins to clink. "My friends, copper for your thoughts?"
After hearing Whit's responce, Odrith turns to Kaivus, just now realizing the first aid she applied and gives a slight nod of his head in thanks and respect. Noticing the scrutiny in Kaivus's eyes while looking over Volo, Odrith realizes she needs more time to think. He turns toward Chalk and shortly states, "I would like to hear your input. You understand people well."
"Stirges," Chalk spits before taking a swig of the ale, "pesky bug." She continues to grumble a little as she's escorted back over to the table. And then she notices the flamboyant individual that has come to request their aid. He did seem fairly genuine if a little....eccentric. And she couldn't lie, the extra coin would be useful. Chalk sips at her leftover wine. Cocking her head before she responds to Odrith, "I am trying to help you" and giving a small nod. She turns to the wizardy Volo, "Kidd-napped or worse?"
But there was still the matter of the unconscious half orc that the others seem to have forgotten about. Or perhaps were just supremely distracted about by the wizard. While the other man starts his presumably rambling explanation she quietly brings it to Kavius's attention. "Yagra's me name," she mimics, pointing out the still prone figure.
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Head following where Chalk points, Odrith swears, "Blazes! Kaivus, stay and say what you will to this man, I will go along with what ever you all decide. I will bring the orc over here and prepare her for your ministrations."
In a hurry, Odrith makes his way over to the unconscious half-orc and hoists her up, fire man carry style.
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Kaivius cocks her head, listening to the man's plea. Something seems off about him, he stinks of guilt. She does the thing any noble dogtaur would do in this situation. She calls him out on his bullshit.
"You promise us gold I know you don't have. How do you expect to pay us when we're done? Obviously you don't do your own dirty work, so how will you accumulate 'ten times' what you're giving us now? And your story stinks of kenku shit. (sorry Chalk) You expect us to believe he was kidnapped? Sounds more like someone stuck their nose where it didn't belong and now your friends are paying for it. What all are you asking us to get involved in? Do you see these idiots? Do they look like they can take on the mafia or some shit? No. They are precious and need to rest after this battle. Ask us again in a week after we've had time to recover."
Kaivius promptly turns and slaps her hand on Odrith to heal him, effectively shutting Volo out of her conversation.
"We might need some more time to talk it over apparently. As you can see we aren't the most battle hardened group, but I'm sure we can handle a little investigative work."
Whit turns to Kaivius, "Come on, Kaivius. There may be more involved but that's what makes it interesting! What could go wrong?" Whit pleads.
Kaivius whips her head from Whit to Chalk. She begins speaking, her voice rising in tone as she progresses.
"You want. To go on a dangerous journey. FOR SOMEONE YOU DON'T KNOW AND HAS NO FASHION SENSE??!"
At this point she is snarling as she speaks. "I'm low on supplies. Between Whit sticking his nose where it doesn't belong and Odrith 'keeping the peace', you'll be lucky if I have a bandage for a paper cut. If you want to go on this journey to Hell, I suggest you start footing some of my bills."
Kaivius crosses her arms over her chest and glares at the group.
"Wait, please!" Volo cries, shaking his hands in front of him to get the group's attention. "You are right, it is all my fault, but I am not near as skilled as you all seem to be. You see, the other night I was beset by writer's block and took Floon on a sort of bender through pubs by the dock ward. We ended up at the Skewered Dragon at the end of the night, and I was not exactly coherent by then. Floon had met a handsome fellow and seemed to be in good hands, so I left him there with his new friend and stumbled home. That was the last I saw of him."
"As for the money, I don't have it now, you are right. But I have royalties coming in for my recently successful book, surely you have heard of "Volo's Guide to Monsters"?! It is one of the best selling books in the city. I can assure you that I will have your dragons by the time you find my friend. I am desperate, I would not offer such a rich reward if I wasn't. You shouldn't need many supplies, my good lady. I am merely asking for you to look into his disappearance for me."
This lady is much heavier than expected. Odrith thought to himself Or perhaps I am finally getting old. I'll need to find a way to keep going, this city is going to need me for many years to come.
Odrith looks up from his feet as a familiar sounding yell starts to build up at the groups table.
Kaivus is in another one of her moods, this should be fun. I appreciate someone always having your back and a bandage at the ready, but Kaivus's special brand of wound coddling is slightly degrading. I'm a dragon for Flame's sake, I shouldn't be treated as a child! What Odrith is too proud to admit is that he actually enjoys the coddling.
By the time Odrith reaches the table Volo seems to be blubbering over himself. "...the last I saw of him." Odrith carefully lays the unconscious half orc on the floor next to were Kaivus is sitting, scowl still on her face. Whit on the other hand looks smug, and even more than he usually does.
I guess I know who got the final word in that 'discussion'. Although, knowing Whit he probably provoked that reaction from Kaivus. I just can't wait for the day for Chalk to provoke Kaivus to a yell, poor little chalk might just run away... I'll have to make sure that doesn't happen, this city would eat her up. What in blazes is this Volo fellow still going on about?
"I am merely asking for you to look into his disappearance for me." I thought we already established that, babbling human, just wasting breath.
"Kaivus." Odrith states, "Here is the body. Fix it please." "Are we helping or not?" Odrith asks his group as a whole.
Whit almost falls out of his chair and stammers, "W-w-wait, you're THE Volo? Guys we have to help now. Mr. Volo could I get your autograph? I can't believe I didn't recognize you sooner! You're a bit shorter than I thought you'd be. He's gotta be good for the money. We can't leave him helpless!"
"Whit, if you would kindly remove your lips from this man's ass, there is more to this story than just 'looking into his disappearance'. You think that anyone we talk to will just GIVE us the information? No. We will have to bully, beg, and bribe our way to the information, which may not even lead us to a breathing body. If the group wants to do this, fine. But I will demand one thing of you."
At this point, Kaivius's eyes start gleaming with mischief. For dramatic effect, she busies herself with Yagra (yea I know the spelling is wrong but I already typed this much and her name isn't on this page so deal with it), wrapping the most serious looking wound on her head. After taking her sweet time, she raises her gaze to stare Whit directly into his soul and says-
"I get to set you up with a lady of my choosing. And you're not allowed to sabotage this either. No leaving early, no pouting, no telling her this was my idea. You sit there and have a lovely evening... Who knows what could happen from there."
Secretly, Kaivius has been trying to set Whit up for months. She hopes that a woman might force Whit to get a real job. She doesn't approve of this whole "bard" thing. How can singing songs earn a keep? And it frequently results in Whit getting cuts or scrapes. Kaivius won't be here forever to keep Whit out of trouble. Hopefully a woman with a backbone will be able to straighten Whit out. He certainly didn't listen to Kaivius enough.
Whit runs the ultimatum through in his head. It couldn't be that bad, could it? She is a crafty one, for all I know she's gonna set me up with someone plain. But missing this chance to help the Volo was not going to happen. He flashes a toothy smile and says "Why it would be my pleasure to accompany this lady of your choice on an evening she would most certainly not forget."
Kavius's sharp reply doesn't dissuade Chalk overmuch. She cringes back a little as expected but is still more than interested to hear Volo's explanation. A simple bar hop doesn't sound so bad. They could handle that easily.
As for Volo's noteriety, hadn't she browsed one of his books before being chased out of the store? It has been a hefty tome to be sure but this man didn't really seem like the writer type. Ahh well, it took all kinds. She still nods along as Whit makes his own plea.
"Lady of my choosing" Chalk intones before giving a very satisfying wolfwhistle. Not that she'd ever actually heard a wolf whistle. Probably rare. "What could go wrong"
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With the last puffs of smoke billowing from Odrith's mouth, he turns to aid his team now that the patrons and Durnan are safe. Not even having to consider which is more important between saving Chalk and removing the blood sucking pest from his chest, Odrith hustles over to Chalk, kneels down next to birb and puts the entity of his healing ability into birb. (5 HP)
With Chalk's eyes opening up to consciousness and finally being bug free Odrith looks into the birb's eyes and says with a wink, "You are welcome Odrith, the greatest and best among us, for removing the pesky bug from your chest."
Did move then action of lay on hands for all the HPs. No bonus action.
Chalk's squawks are shortly cut off as the stirges latch onto her. There isn't much the little bird good do, Kenku aren't known for being sturdy after all. Fortunately she'd managed to pick her friends wisely and isn't out for too long. Although it's still heard for her eyes to focus as Odrith stands over her brimming with pride. "Thank ya much," she says imitating Whit's silky voice though her eyes roll slightly, from residual pain or perhaps some whit. "Pesky bug."
Drawing a small amount of force she speaks some minor words of frost and tries once more to dislodge the stirge on Odrith. Hopefully it proves easier now that it's almost on top of her. "Kill the stirges," she shouts like Drunan as ice forms on the bat-like being. "You are welcome Odrith."
3 Frost Damage DC 11 Con Save negates.
Chalk, head spinning and visibly paler, casts her spell again but to much greater effect the second time. Shards shoot out from her hands, impaling the stirge, the force ripping it from Odrith's body and pinning it to a nearby table. Durnan easily picks up the whole table and tosses it into the well, wiping his hands on his now bloodied apron.
"You all fought well" he states matter-of-factly, then abruptly turns and heads back towards the bar.
As the compliments and light cheering from the crowd dies down and they slowly disperse back to their tables, a short and extravagant looking man approaches through the retreating bodies. He wears a frilly white shirt, a nice black and gold vest, clean leather boots, a floppy hat, and a yellow scarf. As he approaches, he continues lavishing praise up on you all for your bravery and skill in battle.
"You be adventurers, am I right? I could use your help. Let’s find a table to talk, shall we?"
He leads you to a nearby table which seems to have survived the attack. As you all sit, he begins an obviously practiced speech, with an air of forced charm and mystery.
He strokes his mustache, adjusts his floppy hat, and tightens his scarf. “Volothamp Geddarm, chronicler, wizard, and celebrity, at your service. I trust you’ve noted the violence in our fair city these past tendays. I haven’t seen so much blood since my last visit to Baldur’s Gate! But now I fear I have misplaced a friend amid this odious malevolence."
At the mention of his friend, his composure breaks somewhat and his speech devolves into tearful sincerity.
“My friend’s name is Floon Blagmaar. He’s got more beauty than brains, and I worry he took a bad way home a couple nights ago and was kidnapped — or worse. If you agree to track him down with all due haste, I can offer you ten dragons apiece now, and I can give you each ten times that when you find Floon. May I prevail upon you in my hour of need?”
He pulls 4 small jingling bags from a pocket and lays them on the table in front of you, and he hastily wipes away a stray tear running down his cheek.
Sitting in the audience of this garish buffoon Volo, Odrith eyes the coin pouches. He is not hurting for cash but also knows that he could help a few hungry families with that coin. The emotion also seemed pretty real in Volo's eyes, and that also tore a little at his heart.
Staying silent Odrith swings his scaly head toward his friends to listen to their thoughts on the topic. If they decide to help Volo, hopefully Odrith can get a leave of absence approved at the temple.
This man looks very peculiar, Kaivius thinks, helping Chalk up off the ground as she offers her a swig of the alcohol Durnan gave her earlier.
"It doesn't taste great but it will make you forget about the stirges"
Kaivius begins to wrap Chalk's wounds and eyes Odrith to see if maybe he needs wrapping as well. Finally, her eyes rest on the stranger once more. She tries to glean as much information about him without saying more. She's not particularly fond of strangers, especially not ones as flamboyantly dressed as him. But the money would go a long way in replenishing her medical supplies. Maybe they should try to find this "Floon". She makes her way over to Odrith to discreetly pour some alcohol on the stirge wounds. You never know where a stirge has been.
Medicine on Chalk 13
Insight on what's his face 17
Stealth(?) on Odrith for the alcohol 19
Also should I do another medicine roll or nah? Is this too many things?
Kaivus easily binds Chalk's wounds and manages to help her limp to the table.
As she sits down, she discreetly pours some alcohol on Odrith's wounds. He doesn't seem to notice, and the steam he passes the steam rising from his hot body off as something that his body just does randomly sometimes. The alcohol doesn't seem to have any effect on his wounds.
She eyes Volo curiously. She gathers that he is definitely genuine in his request, and while the rumors you've heard of Volo claim that he probably doesn't have the money right now for what he is promising, he is good to his word and would find a way to reward you all if you helped him.
From his demeanor, you do realize there is something deeper going on here. While the grief he displays does make sense for someone who lost a good friend, you can tell there is a level of guilt there too. Your experience with people clues you in that Volo feels more than a little responsible for whatever happened to his friend, and there may be a deeper story here that he is withholding.
A fellow chronicler, Whit thinks. He does look like he's got a few stories to tell. Wouldn't hurt to get onto his good side.
"Well I'm always down to help a fellow in need" Snatching one of the purses and begins tossing it up and down causing the coins to clink. "My friends, copper for your thoughts?"
After hearing Whit's responce, Odrith turns to Kaivus, just now realizing the first aid she applied and gives a slight nod of his head in thanks and respect. Noticing the scrutiny in Kaivus's eyes while looking over Volo, Odrith realizes she needs more time to think. He turns toward Chalk and shortly states, "I would like to hear your input. You understand people well."
"Stirges," Chalk spits before taking a swig of the ale, "pesky bug." She continues to grumble a little as she's escorted back over to the table. And then she notices the flamboyant individual that has come to request their aid. He did seem fairly genuine if a little....eccentric. And she couldn't lie, the extra coin would be useful. Chalk sips at her leftover wine. Cocking her head before she responds to Odrith, "I am trying to help you" and giving a small nod. She turns to the wizardy Volo, "Kidd-napped or worse?"
But there was still the matter of the unconscious half orc that the others seem to have forgotten about. Or perhaps were just supremely distracted about by the wizard. While the other man starts his presumably rambling explanation she quietly brings it to Kavius's attention. "Yagra's me name," she mimics, pointing out the still prone figure.
History to find out how much of a celebrity this guy is: 7
Head following where Chalk points, Odrith swears, "Blazes! Kaivus, stay and say what you will to this man, I will go along with what ever you all decide. I will bring the orc over here and prepare her for your ministrations."
In a hurry, Odrith makes his way over to the unconscious half-orc and hoists her up, fire man carry style.
TO BE CONTINUED!
Kaivius cocks her head, listening to the man's plea. Something seems off about him, he stinks of guilt. She does the thing any noble dogtaur would do in this situation. She calls him out on his bullshit.
"You promise us gold I know you don't have. How do you expect to pay us when we're done? Obviously you don't do your own dirty work, so how will you accumulate 'ten times' what you're giving us now? And your story stinks of kenku shit. (sorry Chalk) You expect us to believe he was kidnapped? Sounds more like someone stuck their nose where it didn't belong and now your friends are paying for it. What all are you asking us to get involved in? Do you see these idiots? Do they look like they can take on the mafia or some shit? No. They are precious and need to rest after this battle. Ask us again in a week after we've had time to recover."
Kaivius promptly turns and slaps her hand on Odrith to heal him, effectively shutting Volo out of her conversation.
9 healing on Odrith
"We might need some more time to talk it over apparently. As you can see we aren't the most battle hardened group, but I'm sure we can handle a little investigative work."
Whit turns to Kaivius, "Come on, Kaivius. There may be more involved but that's what makes it interesting! What could go wrong?" Whit pleads.
Chalk mimics the humans plaintive pose, "Come on, Kavius. What could go wrong?"
Kaivius whips her head from Whit to Chalk. She begins speaking, her voice rising in tone as she progresses.
"You want. To go on a dangerous journey. FOR SOMEONE YOU DON'T KNOW AND HAS NO FASHION SENSE??!"
At this point she is snarling as she speaks. "I'm low on supplies. Between Whit sticking his nose where it doesn't belong and Odrith 'keeping the peace', you'll be lucky if I have a bandage for a paper cut. If you want to go on this journey to Hell, I suggest you start footing some of my bills."
Kaivius crosses her arms over her chest and glares at the group.
"Wait, please!" Volo cries, shaking his hands in front of him to get the group's attention. "You are right, it is all my fault, but I am not near as skilled as you all seem to be. You see, the other night I was beset by writer's block and took Floon on a sort of bender through pubs by the dock ward. We ended up at the Skewered Dragon at the end of the night, and I was not exactly coherent by then. Floon had met a handsome fellow and seemed to be in good hands, so I left him there with his new friend and stumbled home. That was the last I saw of him."
"As for the money, I don't have it now, you are right. But I have royalties coming in for my recently successful book, surely you have heard of "Volo's Guide to Monsters"?! It is one of the best selling books in the city. I can assure you that I will have your dragons by the time you find my friend. I am desperate, I would not offer such a rich reward if I wasn't. You shouldn't need many supplies, my good lady. I am merely asking for you to look into his disappearance for me."
This lady is much heavier than expected.
Odrith thought to himself
Or perhaps I am finally getting old. I'll need to find a way to keep going, this city is going to need me for many years to come.
Odrith looks up from his feet as a familiar sounding yell starts to build up at the groups table.
Kaivus is in another one of her moods, this should be fun. I appreciate someone always having your back and a bandage at the ready, but Kaivus's special brand of wound coddling is slightly degrading. I'm a dragon for Flame's sake, I shouldn't be treated as a child!
What Odrith is too proud to admit is that he actually enjoys the coddling.
By the time Odrith reaches the table Volo seems to be blubbering over himself. "...the last I saw of him."
Odrith carefully lays the unconscious half orc on the floor next to were Kaivus is sitting, scowl still on her face. Whit on the other hand looks smug, and even more than he usually does.
I guess I know who got the final word in that 'discussion'. Although, knowing Whit he probably provoked that reaction from Kaivus. I just can't wait for the day for Chalk to provoke Kaivus to a yell, poor little chalk might just run away... I'll have to make sure that doesn't happen, this city would eat her up. What in blazes is this Volo fellow still going on about?
"I am merely asking for you to look into his disappearance for me."
I thought we already established that, babbling human, just wasting breath.
"Kaivus." Odrith states, "Here is the body. Fix it please."
"Are we helping or not?" Odrith asks his group as a whole.
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Whit almost falls out of his chair and stammers, "W-w-wait, you're THE Volo? Guys we have to help now. Mr. Volo could I get your autograph? I can't believe I didn't recognize you sooner! You're a bit shorter than I thought you'd be. He's gotta be good for the money. We can't leave him helpless!"
Kaivius lets loose a snort of laughter.
"Whit, if you would kindly remove your lips from this man's ass, there is more to this story than just 'looking into his disappearance'. You think that anyone we talk to will just GIVE us the information? No. We will have to bully, beg, and bribe our way to the information, which may not even lead us to a breathing body. If the group wants to do this, fine. But I will demand one thing of you."
At this point, Kaivius's eyes start gleaming with mischief. For dramatic effect, she busies herself with Yagra (yea I know the spelling is wrong but I already typed this much and her name isn't on this page so deal with it), wrapping the most serious looking wound on her head. After taking her sweet time, she raises her gaze to stare Whit directly into his soul and says-
"I get to set you up with a lady of my choosing. And you're not allowed to sabotage this either. No leaving early, no pouting, no telling her this was my idea. You sit there and have a lovely evening... Who knows what could happen from there."
Secretly, Kaivius has been trying to set Whit up for months. She hopes that a woman might force Whit to get a real job. She doesn't approve of this whole "bard" thing. How can singing songs earn a keep? And it frequently results in Whit getting cuts or scrapes. Kaivius won't be here forever to keep Whit out of trouble. Hopefully a woman with a backbone will be able to straighten Whit out. He certainly didn't listen to Kaivius enough.
Whit runs the ultimatum through in his head. It couldn't be that bad, could it? She is a crafty one, for all I know she's gonna set me up with someone plain. But missing this chance to help the Volo was not going to happen. He flashes a toothy smile and says "Why it would be my pleasure to accompany this lady of your choice on an evening she would most certainly not forget."
Kavius's sharp reply doesn't dissuade Chalk overmuch. She cringes back a little as expected but is still more than interested to hear Volo's explanation. A simple bar hop doesn't sound so bad. They could handle that easily.
As for Volo's noteriety, hadn't she browsed one of his books before being chased out of the store? It has been a hefty tome to be sure but this man didn't really seem like the writer type. Ahh well, it took all kinds. She still nods along as Whit makes his own plea.
"Lady of my choosing" Chalk intones before giving a very satisfying wolfwhistle. Not that she'd ever actually heard a wolf whistle. Probably rare. "What could go wrong"