The years frozen in stasis seem to have done no damage to the flute, and Zane's quick tuning draws the eyes of those within the bar.
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"Eh? What's that boy? Charcuterie?" the dwarf grumbles, muscles taut and tense while he listens for Hox's reply.
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The man at the bar eyes Gruun's approach. "So long as you don't cause trouble and you're not an orc, you're welcome to stay here, bugbear. Just don't cause any more damage to this place, it can't take much more," he says. He shakes his head when asked about the lockdown. "No, sorry to say. I had a full house when security tightened what with the orcs about, but once the city went into lockdown people scattered. I think local residents are renting space to stuck travelers, and I'm telling you, if I get a chance to confirm it, they'll be more worried about Big Richard's fists than the Inn Keeper's Guild. This inn needs the money, you know. The owner's stopped paying me. It used to be much bigger before, but the new street cut the building in half and we sold the other half to the Poetry Society...we've come to regret that," he explains, pausing to grimace at the sound of awful poetry still being spewed across the street. "Whatever you do while you're here, just don't do anything to upset the Stone Shields. They're already arresting anyone trying to leave the city," he finishes.
Hox nods, "Yes, yes, Hox has friend that make wooden people or beasts. Like this one." Hox somewhat loudly puts the wooden halfling figure he has onto the counter before the dwarf. As he takes his hands back, he'll try to take the package for the dwarf.
"Eh? Hang on, boy, let me feel your face so I can see who I'm speaking to," the dwarf says, reaching down to where the kobold's voice is coming from. Hox notices in his attempt to distract the dwarf that his hand never leaves the package.
The young woman closes her eyes moment. Then she opens them, whipping her head to stare at the doorway. "Will. Someone. Make. That. Caterwauling. STOP."
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Killian's shout brings the attention of the pale man in the corner, who walks over to her table. "Intolerable, isn't it? If you ask me it bears investigating. I'm fairly certain the Poetry Society is responsible for the lockdown in the first place. They're practically a cult, and in my experience if you want to get to the root of a problem, it's always a cult," he says.
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As the plate crashes to the floor, the dwarf leaps off of his feet and shouts, hastily stuffing the box into his pockets. "Damn it Richard, ye ain't got place in yer inn for a blind dwarf anymore?" he shouts, grumbling and walking out of the front door to the tavern, drawing a snicker from the pale man at Killian's table.
While the dwarf is walking out, you notice that the pair of men sitting at a table in the center of the room have left during the commotion.
Richard lets out a sigh and walks out from behind the bar to clean up the mess.
As the man walks up to her she tenses, hand tightening on the bottle. She's about to say something, when the plate crashes to the floor, and the dwarf storms out. Still sitting, she returns her eyes to the man, removes her hand from the bottle to pick up the glass, and drains it. "I like things quiet." She does not offer him a chair.
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Hox grumbles as the dwarf leaves, mad to see that his distraction worked too well. He'll try to sneak away and join back at the table to show Zane the panther carving. "Like you, but stone."
The poetry heard from across the street is reduced to a mumble while inside the tavern, but Zane can decipher the words "Stoke the fire" and "Sweet oblivion" in the poetry being recited while Hox approaches with a crude carving of a panther.
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Ignoring Killian's context clues, the pale man grabs her bottle and begins to flip it in the air, catching it before anything spills. "A move I learned while studying with the Yellow Rose," he explains. "As a seasoned adventurer, I can tell you when a cult pops up in your city they need to be investigated; and I don't like them in my city."
The man shouts to grab the attention of the other adventurers in the room. "I have 50 gold pieces for whoever stops the machinations of the Poetry Society. As bad as their poetry is, I can only imagine what they have lurking behind their doors!"
Zane turns his attention to the man. "So your position is that you suspect some people or just don't like them and are willing to pay for others to act disruptively towards that group. Am I getting this right? Do you happen to have anything resembling a proof of wrongdoing or is it just your gut feeling?"
"So you want someone to stop this poetry society because you don't know what they're hiding, sounds odd to me." Marc stands up from his table going up to the man "So my question is what are you hiding?"
Gruun comes quietly up behind the pale man."I have found that when something is shouting is it not trying to hide but be found. The hiding is done in the shadows of the tree.
Who are you that we should follow your prompting? What is your name?"
"Proof of wrongdoing?"the man asks, itching the back of his head. "Listen to them for more than a couple of hours and I'm sure you'll find all the proof you need. You can trust me, as I mentioned I'm a seasoned adventurer who has spent some time with the Yellow Rose, and I have nothing to hide; and I know a cult when I see one!" He starts to flip the bottle again to show off the move, but sheepishly replaces it on the table when Killian insists.
He takes a few steps back from Gruun before answering, "My name is Elric. I came here delivering a shipment from Red Larch and now that the Stone Shields are arresting anyone trying to leave the city I find myself stuck here with the rest of you."
Elric is telling more lies than truths, and it certainly wouldn't take the monks of the Yellow Rose to learn how to flip a bottle end over end.
His insistence on the poetry society having something to do with the lockdown is the only honesty you sense from him.
"I never know what I'm shipping, but I would assume that they're cheesy buns, based on the fact that they come from Ritska's Famous Cheesy Buns," Elric answers.
”Where is your 50 gold,” she asks. She pats the table, “Place it here and I will look into this... poetry cult for you, cheesy bun merchant. Perhaps I will ask them to stop.”
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Zane Performance: 24
The years frozen in stasis seem to have done no damage to the flute, and Zane's quick tuning draws the eyes of those within the bar.
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"Eh? What's that boy? Charcuterie?" the dwarf grumbles, muscles taut and tense while he listens for Hox's reply.
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The man at the bar eyes Gruun's approach. "So long as you don't cause trouble and you're not an orc, you're welcome to stay here, bugbear. Just don't cause any more damage to this place, it can't take much more," he says. He shakes his head when asked about the lockdown. "No, sorry to say. I had a full house when security tightened what with the orcs about, but once the city went into lockdown people scattered. I think local residents are renting space to stuck travelers, and I'm telling you, if I get a chance to confirm it, they'll be more worried about Big Richard's fists than the Inn Keeper's Guild. This inn needs the money, you know. The owner's stopped paying me. It used to be much bigger before, but the new street cut the building in half and we sold the other half to the Poetry Society...we've come to regret that," he explains, pausing to grimace at the sound of awful poetry still being spewed across the street. "Whatever you do while you're here, just don't do anything to upset the Stone Shields. They're already arresting anyone trying to leave the city," he finishes.
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Hox nods, "Yes, yes, Hox has friend that make wooden people or beasts. Like this one." Hox somewhat loudly puts the wooden halfling figure he has onto the counter before the dwarf. As he takes his hands back, he'll try to take the package for the dwarf.
Sleight of Hand: 15
"Eh? Hang on, boy, let me feel your face so I can see who I'm speaking to," the dwarf says, reaching down to where the kobold's voice is coming from. Hox notices in his attempt to distract the dwarf that his hand never leaves the package.
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Killian
The young woman closes her eyes moment. Then she opens them, whipping her head to stare at the doorway. "Will. Someone. Make. That. Caterwauling. STOP."
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Hox sees the man's hand on his package but also sees his food. He'll try to nudge his plate closer to the edge until it's barely tipping over.
Sleight of Hand: 14
If he does, he'll say "Ah, food is falling." as he gives a last nudge to the plate to knock it down.
Killian's shout brings the attention of the pale man in the corner, who walks over to her table. "Intolerable, isn't it? If you ask me it bears investigating. I'm fairly certain the Poetry Society is responsible for the lockdown in the first place. They're practically a cult, and in my experience if you want to get to the root of a problem, it's always a cult," he says.
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As the plate crashes to the floor, the dwarf leaps off of his feet and shouts, hastily stuffing the box into his pockets. "Damn it Richard, ye ain't got place in yer inn for a blind dwarf anymore?" he shouts, grumbling and walking out of the front door to the tavern, drawing a snicker from the pale man at Killian's table.
While the dwarf is walking out, you notice that the pair of men sitting at a table in the center of the room have left during the commotion.
Richard lets out a sigh and walks out from behind the bar to clean up the mess.
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Killian
As the man walks up to her she tenses, hand tightening on the bottle. She's about to say something, when the plate crashes to the floor, and the dwarf storms out. Still sitting, she returns her eyes to the man, removes her hand from the bottle to pick up the glass, and drains it. "I like things quiet." She does not offer him a chair.
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Zane has stopped playing with his flute in the meantime, calmed down and returned to the current events.
He'll listen to the bad poetry and try to make sense of it. Little morsels of truth are often hidden in these kinds of expressions of folklore.
Hox grumbles as the dwarf leaves, mad to see that his distraction worked too well. He'll try to sneak away and join back at the table to show Zane the panther carving. "Like you, but stone."
The poetry heard from across the street is reduced to a mumble while inside the tavern, but Zane can decipher the words "Stoke the fire" and "Sweet oblivion" in the poetry being recited while Hox approaches with a crude carving of a panther.
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Ignoring Killian's context clues, the pale man grabs her bottle and begins to flip it in the air, catching it before anything spills. "A move I learned while studying with the Yellow Rose," he explains. "As a seasoned adventurer, I can tell you when a cult pops up in your city they need to be investigated; and I don't like them in my city."
The man shouts to grab the attention of the other adventurers in the room. "I have 50 gold pieces for whoever stops the machinations of the Poetry Society. As bad as their poetry is, I can only imagine what they have lurking behind their doors!"
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Zane turns his attention to the man. "So your position is that you suspect some people or just don't like them and are willing to pay for others to act disruptively towards that group. Am I getting this right? Do you happen to have anything resembling a proof of wrongdoing or is it just your gut feeling?"
"So you want someone to stop this poetry society because you don't know what they're hiding, sounds odd to me." Marc stands up from his table going up to the man "So my question is what are you hiding?"
Gruun comes quietly up behind the pale man. "I have found that when something is shouting is it not trying to hide but be found. The hiding is done in the shadows of the tree.
Who are you that we should follow your prompting? What is your name?"
Killian
"Give that back." Her voice is so quiet it probably can't be heard over everyone else's questions. She's still sitting.
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"Proof of wrongdoing?" the man asks, itching the back of his head. "Listen to them for more than a couple of hours and I'm sure you'll find all the proof you need. You can trust me, as I mentioned I'm a seasoned adventurer who has spent some time with the Yellow Rose, and I have nothing to hide; and I know a cult when I see one!" He starts to flip the bottle again to show off the move, but sheepishly replaces it on the table when Killian insists.
He takes a few steps back from Gruun before answering, "My name is Elric. I came here delivering a shipment from Red Larch and now that the Stone Shields are arresting anyone trying to leave the city I find myself stuck here with the rest of you."
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"A shipment of what," Killian asks, taking her bottle back.
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Killian would like to make an Insight check on this guy's claim to be a "seasoned adventurer."
Insight: 5
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For Killian:
Elric is telling more lies than truths, and it certainly wouldn't take the monks of the Yellow Rose to learn how to flip a bottle end over end.
His insistence on the poetry society having something to do with the lockdown is the only honesty you sense from him.
"I never know what I'm shipping, but I would assume that they're cheesy buns, based on the fact that they come from Ritska's Famous Cheesy Buns," Elric answers.
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Zane takes the suggestion at face value and would like to find a comfortable place within range of the poetry to rest and listen for a couple hours.
Killian
”Where is your 50 gold,” she asks. She pats the table, “Place it here and I will look into this... poetry cult for you, cheesy bun merchant. Perhaps I will ask them to stop.”
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