”No problem, hon. Thanks for the information, it might just save my life. And if you hear of anything else that might be helpful” He flipped a gold coin into her hand. “Please do come and let me know.” He winked at her playfully.
With that, Reg made his way to the door and out of the Tavern. He walked for a moment, looking around the town letting the buzz from his last beer bring about that wonderful heady feeling of day drinking. The sulfuric smell of the shallow swamp water and thick humidity seemed less oppressive now. It was time for some fun and Metal.
He turned towards the direction of the hunting lodge with earnest. Still looking around at the town and not so much where he was walking, he felt himself bump into someone. “Oh excuse m...”
He kept his gaze at eye level, looking for who he bumped into. He sniffed once and then looked directly down at a goblin holding a sign. “Oh ****, I thought I smelled meatballs. Sorry for bumping into ya buddy.”
He held a hand out to lift him up.
He's following me, an assassin? Slaver? He wants my ears for a bounty doesn't he! He's not a hunter, why's he following me? Lets see whats in his pockets... nothing? He smells like beer and weed, maybe he's just an honest weirdo... "Don't worry about it, my fault for being in the way. I've seen you before though, you were quite good with that instrument of yours. Are you here to play for a festival?"
"What brings you to Arketa? Are you here to hunt like the others?" She asks as she checks on the grumpy druid.
"Oh, hello. Uh no, I just happened to stumble upon this place actually." - stuffing his face with food and drink - "I was actually traveling with some others but got turned around in a storm not long ago." - letting out a large burp - "What exactly is this hunt all about anyway? And is there anywhere a druid might be of some service for pay?"
"Oh, hello. Uh no, I just happened to stumble upon this place actually." - stuffing his face with food and drink - "I was actually traveling with some others but got turned around in a storm not long ago." - letting out a large burp - "What exactly is this hunt all about anyway? And is there anywhere a druid might be of some service for pay?"
The waitress took a step back at his actions before saying. "Uh... it's gator hunting season. It's practically the life blood of this town. And it depends on what kind of work you wanna do. Bubba is probably looking for all kinds of work getting ready for the season to begin. I doubt the Ranger's guild would turn away a druid looking for work. Then there's the local druid circle. They keep to themselves mostly but this one girl, Sunflower, stops by from time to time. Sweet girl."
"Well thank you for the beer and thank you for the information I believe I will go check out this lodge." Bert then proceeds to go around the room wishing everyone a wonderful day and telling them it was nice to meet them even to those that he did not meet which was basically everyone. Once outside he adjusted he belongings and began off to the lodge humming a tune as he went while thumping a beat on his shell.
”No problem, hon. Thanks for the information, it might just save my life. And if you hear of anything else that might be helpful” He flipped a gold coin into her hand. “Please do come and let me know.” He winked at her playfully.
With that, Reg made his way to the door and out of the Tavern. He walked for a moment, looking around the town letting the buzz from his last beer bring about that wonderful heady feeling of day drinking. The sulfuric smell of the shallow swamp water and thick humidity seemed less oppressive now. It was time for some fun and Metal.
He turned towards the direction of the hunting lodge with earnest. Still looking around at the town and not so much where he was walking, he felt himself bump into someone. “Oh excuse m...”
He kept his gaze at eye level, looking for who he bumped into. He sniffed once and then looked directly down at a goblin holding a sign. “Oh ****, I thought I smelled meatballs. Sorry for bumping into ya buddy.”
He held a hand out to lift him up.
He's following me, an assassin? Slaver? He wants my ears for a bounty doesn't he! He's not a hunter, why's he following me? Lets see whats in his pockets... nothing? He smells like beer and weed, maybe he's just an honest weirdo... "Don't worry about it, my fault for being in the way. I've seen you before though, you were quite good with that instrument of yours. Are you here to play for a festival?"
"No worries little man. I'm not sure what exactly I'm doing yet. Just bringing the Metal where the Metal needst be brought!" He brushes his pants off. "Also, I'm heading to Bubba's in the hopes I can sing for the hunters or something like that. You kinda look like a hunter, you heading that way too?"
”No problem, hon. Thanks for the information, it might just save my life. And if you hear of anything else that might be helpful” He flipped a gold coin into her hand. “Please do come and let me know.” He winked at her playfully.
With that, Reg made his way to the door and out of the Tavern. He walked for a moment, looking around the town letting the buzz from his last beer bring about that wonderful heady feeling of day drinking. The sulfuric smell of the shallow swamp water and thick humidity seemed less oppressive now. It was time for some fun and Metal.
He turned towards the direction of the hunting lodge with earnest. Still looking around at the town and not so much where he was walking, he felt himself bump into someone. “Oh excuse m...”
He kept his gaze at eye level, looking for who he bumped into. He sniffed once and then looked directly down at a goblin holding a sign. “Oh ****, I thought I smelled meatballs. Sorry for bumping into ya buddy.”
He held a hand out to lift him up.
He's following me, an assassin? Slaver? He wants my ears for a bounty doesn't he! He's not a hunter, why's he following me? Lets see whats in his pockets... nothing? He smells like beer and weed, maybe he's just an honest weirdo... "Don't worry about it, my fault for being in the way. I've seen you before though, you were quite good with that instrument of yours. Are you here to play for a festival?"
"No worries little man. I'm not sure what exactly I'm doing yet. Just bringing the Metal where the Metal needst be brought!" He brushes his pants off. "Also, I'm heading to Bubba's in the hopes I can sing for the hunters or something like that. You kinda look like a hunter, you heading that way too?"
"I am a hunter, and we're looking for the same person. If you don't mind I'll walk with you, and you can explain what "the metal" is."
"Oh, hello. Uh no, I just happened to stumble upon this place actually." - stuffing his face with food and drink - "I was actually traveling with some others but got turned around in a storm not long ago." - letting out a large burp - "What exactly is this hunt all about anyway? And is there anywhere a druid might be of some service for pay?"
The waitress took a step back at his actions before saying. "Uh... it's gator hunting season. It's practically the life blood of this town. And it depends on what kind of work you wanna do. Bubba is probably looking for all kinds of work getting ready for the season to begin. I doubt the Ranger's guild would turn away a druid looking for work. Then there's the local druid circle. They keep to themselves mostly but this one girl, Sunflower, stops by from time to time. Sweet girl."
Tyrin wipes his face clean and after a long belch sits back and responds "Oh, gators... sounds like a good uh... time." - picking bits from his teeth - "Whats this local druid circle about? And this Sunflower you speak of, what business does she have with you?"
Tyrin pats his pockets "Oh, and whats the damage for this fine meal and drink?"
Tyrin wipes his face clean and after a long belch sits back and responds "Oh, gators... sounds like a good uh... time." - picking bits from his teeth - "Whats this local druid circle about? And this Sunflower you speak of, what business does she have with you?"
Tyrin pats his pockets "Oh, and whats the damage for this fine meal and drink?"
"I dunno to be honest. They keep to themselves mostly. Sunflower is the only one we really talk to. She comes in from time to time to get anything they may need or what have you. She was last in town about a week ago. Probably be a bit before she comes back again."
”No problem, hon. Thanks for the information, it might just save my life. And if you hear of anything else that might be helpful” He flipped a gold coin into her hand. “Please do come and let me know.” He winked at her playfully.
With that, Reg made his way to the door and out of the Tavern. He walked for a moment, looking around the town letting the buzz from his last beer bring about that wonderful heady feeling of day drinking. The sulfuric smell of the shallow swamp water and thick humidity seemed less oppressive now. It was time for some fun and Metal.
He turned towards the direction of the hunting lodge with earnest. Still looking around at the town and not so much where he was walking, he felt himself bump into someone. “Oh excuse m...”
He kept his gaze at eye level, looking for who he bumped into. He sniffed once and then looked directly down at a goblin holding a sign. “Oh ****, I thought I smelled meatballs. Sorry for bumping into ya buddy.”
He held a hand out to lift him up.
He's following me, an assassin? Slaver? He wants my ears for a bounty doesn't he! He's not a hunter, why's he following me? Lets see whats in his pockets... nothing? He smells like beer and weed, maybe he's just an honest weirdo... "Don't worry about it, my fault for being in the way. I've seen you before though, you were quite good with that instrument of yours. Are you here to play for a festival?"
"No worries little man. I'm not sure what exactly I'm doing yet. Just bringing the Metal where the Metal needst be brought!" He brushes his pants off. "Also, I'm heading to Bubba's in the hopes I can sing for the hunters or something like that. You kinda look like a hunter, you heading that way too?"
"I am a hunter, and we're looking for the same person. If you don't mind I'll walk with you, and you can explain what "the metal" is."
"Of course! Let's get going. It all started when the gnomes began playing the 'Azures', a type of music where the lyrist would ad lib with melodic scales..." Reg and the goblin make their way to Bubba's lounge as Reg droned on about the beginning of Metal and where it stands now.
You make your way through Arketa Village towards the northern shoreline. Shops and inns break away into homes, homes break away to more shops. You soon see a large group of people around a grand building. Some are hurriedly moving about with lumber or other tools in hand, constructing stalls and other things common in a festival setting. Others are standing at completed stalls, stocking them with goods and getting themselves ready for the start of the festival. A group however stood in the center of it all, listening to someone just beyond site. "Marcus, get wood for stage. Needs more bigness." The voice was a bit higher pitched than one might expect but still carried authority behind the words. A guy then broke away from the crowd and grabbed two others to follow him. You knew who ever they were listening to must be Bubba.
You move closer and see someone you weren't expecting. Bubba was much shorter than one might expect with that name, standing just over four and a half feet. He wore a simple vest and carried a pouch around his waist filled with an assortment of hunting gear. He had a hooked pole that he rested on his shoulders arms hanging over them. He rubbed his nose against his arm for a moment and then looked at the crowd again to continue giving orders. When he saw the new additions he took a step back and chattered angrily, more an animal noise than common. His fur rose on end as he swung his hooked pole around and pointed it at Weeze. "Green Gob. Why here?" He hissed.
"Oh, hello. Uh no, I just happened to stumble upon this place actually." - stuffing his face with food and drink - "I was actually traveling with some others but got turned around in a storm not long ago." - letting out a large burp - "What exactly is this hunt all about anyway? And is there anywhere a druid might be of some service for pay?"
The waitress took a step back at his actions before saying. "Uh... it's gator hunting season. It's practically the life blood of this town. And it depends on what kind of work you wanna do. Bubba is probably looking for all kinds of work getting ready for the season to begin. I doubt the Ranger's guild would turn away a druid looking for work. Then there's the local druid circle. They keep to themselves mostly but this one girl, Sunflower, stops by from time to time. Sweet girl."
Tyrin wipes his face clean and after a long belch sits back and responds "Oh, gators... sounds like a good uh... time." - picking bits from his teeth - "Whats this local druid circle about? And this Sunflower you speak of, what business does she have with you?"
Tyrin pats his pockets "Oh, and whats the damage for this fine meal and drink?"
"Hmm, I guess it's to be somewhat expected." Tyrin gets up and stretches "I think I'll go to find this Bubba you speak of, thank you for your hospitality young lady."
Tossing an ample amount of coin on the table for the cost of the meal and a tip, Tyrin heads out the door and into the hustle and bustle of the town to search for Bubba.
You make your way through Arketa Village towards the northern shoreline. Shops and inns break away into homes, homes break away to more shops. You soon see a large group of people around a grand building. Some are hurriedly moving about with lumber or other tools in hand, constructing stalls and other things common in a festival setting. Others are standing at completed stalls, stocking them with goods and getting themselves ready for the start of the festival. A group however stood in the center of it all, listening to someone just beyond site. "Marcus, get wood for stage. Needs more bigness." The voice was a bit higher pitched than one might expect but still carried authority behind the words. A guy then broke away from the crowd and grabbed two others to follow him. You knew who ever they were listening to must be Bubba.
You move closer and see someone you weren't expecting. Bubba was much shorter than one might expect with that name, standing just over four and a half feet. He wore a simple vest and carried a pouch around his waist filled with an assortment of hunting gear. He had a hooked pole that he rested on his shoulders arms hanging over them. He rubbed his nose against his arm for a moment and then looked at the crowd again to continue giving orders. When he saw the new additions he took a step back and chattered angrily, more an animal noise than common. His fur rose on end as he swung his hooked pole around and pointed it at Weeze. "Green Gob. Why here?" He hissed.
"For work good sir," Wheeze said in his raspy voice, bowing his lowest bow and grinning what he thought of as his widest and most disarming grin. "I've been told by the kind staff at aunties that you might be needing some work done, and I have come to offer my services. I'm skilled at tracking beasts and a fairly good shot."
The fur around Bubba's face seemed to ease though he was still wary of the goblin. "Auntie say good then good," He said simply. He folded swung his hooked polearm back over his shoulder in a more relaxed stance. Absent mindlessly, Bubba pulls out a smooth stone from his bag and starts twirling it around his fingers, almost like a anxious tick of some kind. His eyes dart at the crowd that's gathered around him. "You, you, you, you," Bubba says as he points at four strangers to him; the goblin, the metal bard, the tortle, and the druid. He then walks away from the crowd before shouting at them, "Be busy!" He walks around the lodge he pauses for a moment in front of a gilded bulletin board adorned at the top with a pair of stag antlers. The board is adorned with various fliers and such but instead of acknowledging the various papers, he knells for a moment to put the chin of a slightly overweight orange tabby cat that was sleeping on a pillow under the board. After the momentary chin scratches, Bubba continues before reaching multiple docks, each with various boats tethered to them.
"Need work, guard boats. Pay five gold each. Do good, maybe hunters hire later. Yes?" Bubba says, offering them a basic job.
The fur around Bubba's face seemed to ease though he was still wary of the goblin. "Auntie say good then good," He said simply. He folded swung his hooked polearm back over his shoulder in a more relaxed stance. Absent mindlessly, Bubba pulls out a smooth stone from his bag and starts twirling it around his fingers, almost like a anxious tick of some kind. His eyes dart at the crowd that's gathered around him. "You, you, you, you," Bubba says as he points at four strangers to him; the goblin, the metal bard, the tortle, and the druid. He then walks away from the crowd before shouting at them, "Be busy!" He walks around the lodge he pauses for a moment in front of a gilded bulletin board adorned at the top with a pair of stag antlers. The board is adorned with various fliers and such but instead of acknowledging the various papers, he knells for a moment to put the chin of a slightly overweight orange tabby cat that was sleeping on a pillow under the board. After the momentary chin scratches, Bubba continues before reaching multiple docks, each with various boats tethered to them.
"Need work, guard boats. Pay five gold each. Do good, maybe hunters hire later. Yes?" Bubba says, offering them a basic job.
“Bubba my good man... otter, er, sir. I’m happy to stand guard but just for clarity, my skills are more suited for entertainment and party throwing. Might you need something like that?” He throws down a sick heavy metal riff and, using Minor Illusion, makes the appearance of a spotlight trained solely on him with some minor pyrotechnics.
"Need work, guard boats. Pay five gold each. Do good, maybe hunters hire later. Yes?" Bubba says, offering them a basic job.
"Hmm, guard work... I guess I can persuade the occasional predator away." - his gaze falling between the Tortle, Goblin, and Aasimer - "And quite the assortment we have as well..."
Tyrin walks up to the Tortle and with a smile says, "Hello there, I've only seen Tortles in drawings in the occasional book, it's a pleasure to meet you; my name is Tyrin Luniir what's yours?" Tyrin extends his hand for shake.
The fur around Bubba's face seemed to ease though he was still wary of the goblin. "Auntie say good then good," He said simply. He folded swung his hooked polearm back over his shoulder in a more relaxed stance. Absent mindlessly, Bubba pulls out a smooth stone from his bag and starts twirling it around his fingers, almost like a anxious tick of some kind. His eyes dart at the crowd that's gathered around him. "You, you, you, you," Bubba says as he points at four strangers to him; the goblin, the metal bard, the tortle, and the druid. He then walks away from the crowd before shouting at them, "Be busy!" He walks around the lodge he pauses for a moment in front of a gilded bulletin board adorned at the top with a pair of stag antlers. The board is adorned with various fliers and such but instead of acknowledging the various papers, he knells for a moment to put the chin of a slightly overweight orange tabby cat that was sleeping on a pillow under the board. After the momentary chin scratches, Bubba continues before reaching multiple docks, each with various boats tethered to them.
"Need work, guard boats. Pay five gold each. Do good, maybe hunters hire later. Yes?" Bubba says, offering them a basic job.
“Bubba my good man... otter, er, sir. I’m happy to stand guard but just for clarity, my skills are more suited for entertainment and party throwing. Might you need something like that?” He throws down a sick heavy metal riff and, using Minor Illusion, makes the appearance of a spotlight trained solely on him with some minor pyrotechnics.
The fur around Bubba's face seemed to ease though he was still wary of the goblin. "Auntie say good then good," He said simply. He folded swung his hooked polearm back over his shoulder in a more relaxed stance. Absent mindlessly, Bubba pulls out a smooth stone from his bag and starts twirling it around his fingers, almost like a anxious tick of some kind. His eyes dart at the crowd that's gathered around him. "You, you, you, you," Bubba says as he points at four strangers to him; the goblin, the metal bard, the tortle, and the druid. He then walks away from the crowd before shouting at them, "Be busy!" He walks around the lodge he pauses for a moment in front of a gilded bulletin board adorned at the top with a pair of stag antlers. The board is adorned with various fliers and such but instead of acknowledging the various papers, he knells for a moment to put the chin of a slightly overweight orange tabby cat that was sleeping on a pillow under the board. After the momentary chin scratches, Bubba continues before reaching multiple docks, each with various boats tethered to them.
"Need work, guard boats. Pay five gold each. Do good, maybe hunters hire later. Yes?" Bubba says, offering them a basic job.
“Bubba my good man... otter, er, sir. I’m happy to stand guard but just for clarity, my skills are more suited for entertainment and party throwing. Might you need something like that?” He throws down a sick heavy metal riff and, using Minor Illusion, makes the appearance of a spotlight trained solely on him with some minor pyrotechnics.
Bubba's ears twitch as Reg plays his tune. His face contorts in displeasure and shakes his head a few times in an animalistic reaction to get away from the music. "Blah. No like. Others might though. Give chance maybe later." He said. "Guard boats good now. Yes? Be careful for thieves and big lizards." Bubba said before hurrying back towards the festival grounds.
{{I meant to ask this yesterday. Is anyone trained in religion? If you are feel free to roll a religion check in the discord.}}
Reg turns towards Wheeze, "Well, not everyone has good taste. But hey, we got work now." Cracks open an ale. "So what do we do now? I've worked at my family farm but haven't done much guard work. I'm normally the ones the bouncers drag out of the tavern when I've had too many"
Reg looks around at the other two assigned to guard duty and stares in awe at the Tortle, having never seen one outside of book drawings. "Hey guys, how's it goin? Guard duty, huh? Boss is a real clam buster."
(What time of day is it? Is there good visibility?)
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He's following me, an assassin? Slaver? He wants my ears for a bounty doesn't he! He's not a hunter, why's he following me? Lets see whats in his pockets... nothing? He smells like beer and weed, maybe he's just an honest weirdo... "Don't worry about it, my fault for being in the way. I've seen you before though, you were quite good with that instrument of yours. Are you here to play for a festival?"
"What brings you to Arketa? Are you here to hunt like the others?" She asks as she checks on the grumpy druid.
"Oh, hello. Uh no, I just happened to stumble upon this place actually." - stuffing his face with food and drink - "I was actually traveling with some others but got turned around in a storm not long ago." - letting out a large burp - "What exactly is this hunt all about anyway? And is there anywhere a druid might be of some service for pay?"
The waitress took a step back at his actions before saying. "Uh... it's gator hunting season. It's practically the life blood of this town. And it depends on what kind of work you wanna do. Bubba is probably looking for all kinds of work getting ready for the season to begin. I doubt the Ranger's guild would turn away a druid looking for work. Then there's the local druid circle. They keep to themselves mostly but this one girl, Sunflower, stops by from time to time. Sweet girl."
"Well thank you for the beer and thank you for the information I believe I will go check out this lodge." Bert then proceeds to go around the room wishing everyone a wonderful day and telling them it was nice to meet them even to those that he did not meet which was basically everyone. Once outside he adjusted he belongings and began off to the lodge humming a tune as he went while thumping a beat on his shell.
"No worries little man. I'm not sure what exactly I'm doing yet. Just bringing the Metal where the Metal needst be brought!" He brushes his pants off. "Also, I'm heading to Bubba's in the hopes I can sing for the hunters or something like that. You kinda look like a hunter, you heading that way too?"
"I am a hunter, and we're looking for the same person. If you don't mind I'll walk with you, and you can explain what "the metal" is."
Tyrin wipes his face clean and after a long belch sits back and responds "Oh, gators... sounds like a good uh... time." - picking bits from his teeth - "Whats this local druid circle about? And this Sunflower you speak of, what business does she have with you?"
Tyrin pats his pockets "Oh, and whats the damage for this fine meal and drink?"
"I dunno to be honest. They keep to themselves mostly. Sunflower is the only one we really talk to. She comes in from time to time to get anything they may need or what have you. She was last in town about a week ago. Probably be a bit before she comes back again."
"Of course! Let's get going. It all started when the gnomes began playing the 'Azures', a type of music where the lyrist would ad lib with melodic scales..." Reg and the goblin make their way to Bubba's lounge as Reg droned on about the beginning of Metal and where it stands now.
You make your way through Arketa Village towards the northern shoreline. Shops and inns break away into homes, homes break away to more shops. You soon see a large group of people around a grand building. Some are hurriedly moving about with lumber or other tools in hand, constructing stalls and other things common in a festival setting. Others are standing at completed stalls, stocking them with goods and getting themselves ready for the start of the festival. A group however stood in the center of it all, listening to someone just beyond site. "Marcus, get wood for stage. Needs more bigness." The voice was a bit higher pitched than one might expect but still carried authority behind the words. A guy then broke away from the crowd and grabbed two others to follow him. You knew who ever they were listening to must be Bubba.
You move closer and see someone you weren't expecting. Bubba was much shorter than one might expect with that name, standing just over four and a half feet. He wore a simple vest and carried a pouch around his waist filled with an assortment of hunting gear. He had a hooked pole that he rested on his shoulders arms hanging over them. He rubbed his nose against his arm for a moment and then looked at the crowd again to continue giving orders. When he saw the new additions he took a step back and chattered angrily, more an animal noise than common. His fur rose on end as he swung his hooked pole around and pointed it at Weeze. "Green Gob. Why here?" He hissed.
"Hmm, I guess it's to be somewhat expected." Tyrin gets up and stretches "I think I'll go to find this Bubba you speak of, thank you for your hospitality young lady."
Tossing an ample amount of coin on the table for the cost of the meal and a tip, Tyrin heads out the door and into the hustle and bustle of the town to search for Bubba.
"For work good sir," Wheeze said in his raspy voice, bowing his lowest bow and grinning what he thought of as his widest and most disarming grin. "I've been told by the kind staff at aunties that you might be needing some work done, and I have come to offer my services. I'm skilled at tracking beasts and a fairly good shot."
The fur around Bubba's face seemed to ease though he was still wary of the goblin. "Auntie say good then good," He said simply. He folded swung his hooked polearm back over his shoulder in a more relaxed stance. Absent mindlessly, Bubba pulls out a smooth stone from his bag and starts twirling it around his fingers, almost like a anxious tick of some kind. His eyes dart at the crowd that's gathered around him. "You, you, you, you," Bubba says as he points at four strangers to him; the goblin, the metal bard, the tortle, and the druid. He then walks away from the crowd before shouting at them, "Be busy!" He walks around the lodge he pauses for a moment in front of a gilded bulletin board adorned at the top with a pair of stag antlers. The board is adorned with various fliers and such but instead of acknowledging the various papers, he knells for a moment to put the chin of a slightly overweight orange tabby cat that was sleeping on a pillow under the board. After the momentary chin scratches, Bubba continues before reaching multiple docks, each with various boats tethered to them.
"Need work, guard boats. Pay five gold each. Do good, maybe hunters hire later. Yes?" Bubba says, offering them a basic job.
Looking around at the small and somewhat recognizable group, Wheeze smiled and nodded.
“Bubba my good man... otter, er, sir. I’m happy to stand guard but just for clarity, my skills are more suited for entertainment and party throwing. Might you need something like that?” He throws down a sick heavy metal riff and, using Minor Illusion, makes the appearance of a spotlight trained solely on him with some minor pyrotechnics.
"Hmm, guard work... I guess I can persuade the occasional predator away." - his gaze falling between the Tortle, Goblin, and Aasimer - "And quite the assortment we have as well..."
Tyrin walks up to the Tortle and with a smile says, "Hello there, I've only seen Tortles in drawings in the occasional book, it's a pleasure to meet you; my name is Tyrin Luniir what's yours?" Tyrin extends his hand for shake.
Wheeze quietly applauds.
Reg bows slightly to Wheeze in gratitude
Bubba's ears twitch as Reg plays his tune. His face contorts in displeasure and shakes his head a few times in an animalistic reaction to get away from the music. "Blah. No like. Others might though. Give chance maybe later." He said. "Guard boats good now. Yes? Be careful for thieves and big lizards." Bubba said before hurrying back towards the festival grounds.
{{I meant to ask this yesterday. Is anyone trained in religion? If you are feel free to roll a religion check in the discord.}}
Reg turns towards Wheeze, "Well, not everyone has good taste. But hey, we got work now." Cracks open an ale. "So what do we do now? I've worked at my family farm but haven't done much guard work. I'm normally the ones the bouncers drag out of the tavern when I've had too many"
Reg looks around at the other two assigned to guard duty and stares in awe at the Tortle, having never seen one outside of book drawings. "Hey guys, how's it goin? Guard duty, huh? Boss is a real clam buster."
(What time of day is it? Is there good visibility?)