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(OOC: Just had something bought to my attention looking over things, so will fix that in the next post - sorry Griffdar... :P but I'll give you some hope ;))
As Griffdar goes to breathe his acid breath he instead lets out a massive yawn, as he starts to feel wheezy from the effects of the sleep spell that affected the surrounding stirges. As he falls asleep and lies on the ground, the acid breath still releases as he yawns.
Troll's Dex save: 11
As the acid comes flying towards the creature, three arcane blue bolts slam simultaneously into the creature as it recoils from the force of the impact of these missiles. As the missiles impact the creature, it causes the acid left from the snoring Dragonborn on the ground to start bubbling, causing the troll to recoil in pain. The creature steps back a couple of steps before tipping over the edge of the well in the middle of the taproom before you all hear a rather loud thump a few moments later as the body of the troll below hits the ground. "Done," Durnan says simply, pouring out glasses for everyone that thought off the troll. "For your service, tonights on the house, tomorrow you pay," he said to everyone that helped fight off the troll.
Looking around, most of the tavern's patrons fled at the sight of the beast, leaving only a few patrons remaining - the half-orc woman from earlier who just helped save the tavern, Durnan, and the four of you. As you look to each other, three of you stand around the Dragonborn for a moment before waking him back up from the spell. The remainder of the Stirges think to look for easier prey and return back down the well to seek it when they come back to consciousness after the spell ends. Durnan returns his sword back to under his bar, and he goes back to wiping a glass with a rag.
The four of you find yourselves together for the first time, and you just came together when the time needed.
(OOC: So, now we've officially finished the prologue... now would be a good time to get to introductions as due to everything going on you guys haven't had time for such pleasantries, and now you effectively have the whole tavern to yourself for about half hour while the rest of the patrons who had gone elsewhere wait for the menace to be dealt with before returning back. So, feel free to get to know each other a little and when you've gotten to know each other we'll move the story forward a bit.)
"Woo! Monsters driven down the hole, and drinks on the house! Today is a great day!" Briga throws back her wolf cowl and lets her shoulder length blond hair billow around her as she does a victory dance dangerously near the edge of the hole.
"Uh, any chance the kitchen staff didn't all run out the back, Durnan? I could use some hot food after having the lifeblood sucked out of me. Cold rations just aren't the same."
OOC: If permitted by the story, Briga will elect to take a short rest and use her hit dice to recover.
"Who are the rest of you - the bold ones who either stepped up while lesser men and women ran away, or just didn't run away fast enough?" She winks, and continues grinning and hopping around excitedly, adrenaline still running from the unexpected battle.
"Ah, Durnan's a bit busy at the mo - but it's still early we've got plenty of food and drink left," a young looking girl with ginger hair, pale skin and dressed in a serving girls clothes says with a friendly smile.
"The names Bonnie, and I'll be your personal host for the evening, need anything to eat or drink, just let me know and I'll get it to you straight away. The least we could do for the brave adventurers who made sure we didn't have to shut for the day. Another load of wannabes will be in soon enough but nothing tests if you've got the nerve for that life than facing it head-on - makes a good test," she says smiling warmly at the group.
"I'll get you more ale, good to toast a victory, after all," she says as she disappears off to the bar.
(OOC: You guys are good for a short rest at this point)
"Well that is an unconventional wait to meet people.." he says with a smile playing on his lip. Then he burst out laughing, releasing the stress of the fight that shook him bit, "But we are in Waterdeep after all."
Golden eye shining in the dim light of the tavern he mentions for a table... A bit farther from the hole he would have chosen earlier.
"Let's have those drinks and we ll share stories like any new comers would."
He moves to get his drink back from the bar, tips the barman for his troubles and moves to the table.
After convincing himself that all the stirges are indeed either dead or gone, Tyrus reattaches his handaxe to his backpack.
Hefting it on his shoulder, he then approaches the girl pouring ale at the bar and says, "Young miss, that ale you're pouring does looks very inviting, but the thought of a hot meal is making my mouth water so much I'm almost drowning. Any chance I can get that first?"
Having hopefully secured himself some hot food and a beverage, Tyrus makes his way over to the dragonborn.
"Sorry 'bout my spell there, friend," he says, very much aware of the difference in their sizes. "But it all worked out for the best in the end, eh?"
He then tries to change the subject by saying, "I'm really surprised the tavern owner hasn't put some sort of bars over that well. It would help them keep their customers and also stop a lot of wear and tear on the tavern furniture and fixtures."
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Tyrus Mountson: Lvl 3 Dwarvish Bard; Waterdeep Campaign (Dragon Heist) Nanoc the Younger: Semi-retired Lvl 2 Rogue / Level 2 Barbarian Human; The Knuckle, Mror Holds, Ebberon. The Honourable Jaden Fellan: Level 3 Human Eldritch Knight; Band of Sunswall
AKA: Phillip Berrie: writer, editor and academic thrillseeker—a little knowledge is a dangerous thing.
"Sure," replies Tyrus, sizing up the well. "Some heavy timbers to span the well and then some good, strong iron bars to bridge the gaps... It would allow the customers to look down into the well without risking their lives. A good team of dwarvish workmen could get the job done quickly."
"5 gold for the ride down another 5 for the return journey, keep any treasures you find but it's not for the inexperienced - many adventurers pass through the Yawning Portal on their adventures, some even as their destination, but they always try the ale" Bonnie says while handing out people's drinks "and food is on the way," she added before heading back to the kitchen.
The half-orc goes back to her position at the bar and continues her drink as if nothing happened. You hear a slight chuckle at Tyrus's comment, "That's not gonna happen - where do you think the place gets the name? The well is much older than this tavern, and one of the only known entrances to Undermountain. Durnan just made a good decision by building the tavern on top of it. That sword he has was apparently from down there somewhere in the deeps of the dungeon," she said, opening up a little. "I'm Yagra Stone-fist," she responded "and thanks for making sure that I could take that Krentz, bloody Xanather scumbag," she finishes with a spiteful tone.
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"Bonnie, thank you, food and ale makes you my hero, right now."
10 ---HP recovered via short rest hit dice use, recovered back to her max of 16 HP.
Briga will eat a seemingly absurd amount of complimentary food during the short rest, as if attempting to test Durnan's generosity.
"So formal introductions, new friends. My name's Briga Magnusdottir. I'm from up north originally, the Rheged glacier region of the Icewind Dale, but I've lived here in Waterdeep for about a year. I just recently got work as a bounty hunter for the city, and today I successfully caught and turned in my first bounty. Ten golden dragons! So today has been a whirlwind of excitement. Or, a blizzard of excitement, as we'd say up north."
She seems oblivious to the fact that she had shouted her own name multiple times during the recent encounter.
"And listen here Dwarf fellow, covering up the well into Undermountain in the Yawn would be like defacing a natural, unnatural, wonder! A lot of glorious things are dangerous, like volcanoes and owlbears and wells into ancient dungeons, but we can't go paving and covering and muzzling all this world's fearsome beauty just because it's 'practical and safe.' Where's the adventure in safety?"
"Oh, I should ask your name, and the rest of you also. Dwarf fellow, huh, listen to me, I probably sound like an ignorant northern savage, and not the cool, urban sophisticate I've become in the past year."
"Pleasure to meet you, too, Griffdar Goodwar! Goodwar - now that is a great surname! Very fierce and proud. This is my first time sharing a meal with a dragonborn, too! I'll add that to the list of 'things that never would have happened if I hadn't ran away from the stupid glacier.'"
Briga makes a rude hand gesture at the sky accompanied by the phrase "mom and dad."
"Are you from around here? What's your job? Do you always breathe acid? Does it hurt?" The litany of questions continues in that manner.
“Yes. This is actually one of the few times I’ve shared a meal with someone other than a Dragonborn. The name is actually a family name. I understand humans sometimes use their professions as surnames too. It is a hard name to live up to. It’s actually spoken very differently but before I left the island I translated it to common tongue to put people more at ease on my Pilgrimage.”
As Griffdar speaks you can see a softness in his greenish yellow eyes. “Call me Griffdar, Goodwar, Griff, whatever you like.” He give you a big grin.
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"I'm sure you do live up to it, Griff. I wish we had that tradition in the Bear Tribe. They just add son or 'dottir' to the dad's name, which is both lazy and kind of dumb. Like, if you're going to do that, why not use the mom's name? I mean, you *know* who the mom is, if you get what I'm saying, but the dad? Not so much, know what I'm saying? Anyway, my dad's name was Magnus, allegedly, so I'm Briga Magnusdottir. I should change my name. Screw that guy."
Briga initially tries to maintain manners, but quickly forgets and asks questions while chewing mouthfuls of food.
"Pilgrimage, is that like a religious thing? Who do you worship, Griff? Hopefully nothing evil. Evil cults are the worst. Oh, I didn't get everyone else's name, sorry. Bonnie, they'd probably also like some food, too." Briga misjudges the portions allocated for others as meant for her, to comic effect.
"******* Patriarchies man..." He takes a long drink.
"You know, I was adopted actually. I was raised by silver dragonborn, two mothers. My birth mom died during my birth and my father, well, who knows about him. I'm glad though. And, if you'd like it. I will help you come up with a new warrior's name. We will be fighting side by side a lot in the near future, I think."
"That would be great, Griff! I guess that might have been rough for you, not knowing your parents. I wish I'd been adopted. The Bear Tribe as a whole is pretty decent people, but my parents were part of this dumb offshoot cult that worships an evil ice goddess, Auril, and wanted to like raid all the Ten Towns people and subjugate the other Rheged tribes. Total misanthropes, as my bro would say."
"They were grooming me to be the next chosen of the Ice Queen or something, and by brother to be my protector, but he wanted to be a Skald - that's basically a bard, but badass - and so he ran away to train in the College of Valor. A couple of years later, I ran away, too. I don't need a protector, and I definitely don't need some evil wench of a goddess telling me my destiny."
“Good for you. Taking control of your destiny is a big deal. I’m proud of you. I know who parents are, my two mothers. It was tough as a child. But you learn, family isn’t alway just blood.”
”My god, do we have a lot in common. You know silver dragonborn are masters of ice. And well...” he looks at his skin, “the color of our scales usually says a lot about us. Chromatic tends to follow Tiamat... metallic — bahamut. I’m glad I was adopted. I’m glad to be on the side of good. It sounds like we both narrowly escaped evil fates. And don’t worry about any pressure or preaching but I am a paladin of bahamut and if you are looking for a deity and want to know more, just ask friend.”
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Arlon listens to the two talk and can't stop from staring. He hasn't had someone talk so much in … well a very long time.
He finally gets the nerves to jump in.
"My parents left me.." He gets a good shade of red when the others turn to him.
" I mean they are adventuring and rarely come home anymore, last time I saw them was 4 years ago." Seeing that he is struggling he rushes " My master says that I have some dragon blood inside of me."
He smiles and shakes his head.
"Sorry I m not used to people, I m pretty often on my own." He gets up. " I'll go get some more drinks."
Griffdar chuckles, "No worries dragonblood, no worries at all. Welcome to the table. Well Briga, if you'd like to be an honorary dragon... you certainly fight like one... We could be The Abandoned Dragons!" he laughs so more.
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"Aww, I mean, I probably would have made a shit cleric of Auril even if I'd wanted to, Griff, but thanks! I'm proud of me, too. And you should be, too, of course, avoiding like evil baggage to forge your own path of goodness. The color of your scales doesn't matter, the choices you make matter! That gives me hope for the future, this kind of thing, a real optimism high."
"And I guess we do have a thing or two in common. My parents made sure by brother and me were both born in the lair of some dead evil ice dragon with a name like Icydeath or Deathingice. Scary cold death name. Dragons seemed scary as hell to me, as a kid, and I didn't even know dragonborn were a thing until I came to Waterdeep. The world can be weird and scary but also exciting and, like, great!"
(OOC: Just had something bought to my attention looking over things, so will fix that in the next post - sorry Griffdar... :P but I'll give you some hope ;))
As Griffdar goes to breathe his acid breath he instead lets out a massive yawn, as he starts to feel wheezy from the effects of the sleep spell that affected the surrounding stirges. As he falls asleep and lies on the ground, the acid breath still releases as he yawns.
Troll's Dex save: 11
As the acid comes flying towards the creature, three arcane blue bolts slam simultaneously into the creature as it recoils from the force of the impact of these missiles. As the missiles impact the creature, it causes the acid left from the snoring Dragonborn on the ground to start bubbling, causing the troll to recoil in pain. The creature steps back a couple of steps before tipping over the edge of the well in the middle of the taproom before you all hear a rather loud thump a few moments later as the body of the troll below hits the ground. "Done," Durnan says simply, pouring out glasses for everyone that thought off the troll. "For your service, tonights on the house, tomorrow you pay," he said to everyone that helped fight off the troll.
Looking around, most of the tavern's patrons fled at the sight of the beast, leaving only a few patrons remaining - the half-orc woman from earlier who just helped save the tavern, Durnan, and the four of you. As you look to each other, three of you stand around the Dragonborn for a moment before waking him back up from the spell. The remainder of the Stirges think to look for easier prey and return back down the well to seek it when they come back to consciousness after the spell ends. Durnan returns his sword back to under his bar, and he goes back to wiping a glass with a rag.
The four of you find yourselves together for the first time, and you just came together when the time needed.
(OOC: So, now we've officially finished the prologue... now would be a good time to get to introductions as due to everything going on you guys haven't had time for such pleasantries, and now you effectively have the whole tavern to yourself for about half hour while the rest of the patrons who had gone elsewhere wait for the menace to be dealt with before returning back. So, feel free to get to know each other a little and when you've gotten to know each other we'll move the story forward a bit.)
"Woo! Monsters driven down the hole, and drinks on the house! Today is a great day!" Briga throws back her wolf cowl and lets her shoulder length blond hair billow around her as she does a victory dance dangerously near the edge of the hole.
"Uh, any chance the kitchen staff didn't all run out the back, Durnan? I could use some hot food after having the lifeblood sucked out of me. Cold rations just aren't the same."
OOC: If permitted by the story, Briga will elect to take a short rest and use her hit dice to recover.
"Who are the rest of you - the bold ones who either stepped up while lesser men and women ran away, or just didn't run away fast enough?" She winks, and continues grinning and hopping around excitedly, adrenaline still running from the unexpected battle.
"Ah, Durnan's a bit busy at the mo - but it's still early we've got plenty of food and drink left," a young looking girl with ginger hair, pale skin and dressed in a serving girls clothes says with a friendly smile.
"The names Bonnie, and I'll be your personal host for the evening, need anything to eat or drink, just let me know and I'll get it to you straight away. The least we could do for the brave adventurers who made sure we didn't have to shut for the day. Another load of wannabes will be in soon enough but nothing tests if you've got the nerve for that life than facing it head-on - makes a good test," she says smiling warmly at the group.
"I'll get you more ale, good to toast a victory, after all," she says as she disappears off to the bar.
(OOC: You guys are good for a short rest at this point)
Arlon looks at the others eyebrow raised.
"Well that is an unconventional wait to meet people.." he says with a smile playing on his lip. Then he burst out laughing, releasing the stress of the fight that shook him bit, "But we are in Waterdeep after all."
Golden eye shining in the dim light of the tavern he mentions for a table... A bit farther from the hole he would have chosen earlier.
"Let's have those drinks and we ll share stories like any new comers would."
He moves to get his drink back from the bar, tips the barman for his troubles and moves to the table.
After convincing himself that all the stirges are indeed either dead or gone, Tyrus reattaches his handaxe to his backpack.
Hefting it on his shoulder, he then approaches the girl pouring ale at the bar and says, "Young miss, that ale you're pouring does looks very inviting, but the thought of a hot meal is making my mouth water so much I'm almost drowning. Any chance I can get that first?"
Having hopefully secured himself some hot food and a beverage, Tyrus makes his way over to the dragonborn.
"Sorry 'bout my spell there, friend," he says, very much aware of the difference in their sizes. "But it all worked out for the best in the end, eh?"
He then tries to change the subject by saying, "I'm really surprised the tavern owner hasn't put some sort of bars over that well. It would help them keep their customers and also stop a lot of wear and tear on the tavern furniture and fixtures."
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Tyrus Mountson: Lvl 3 Dwarvish Bard; Waterdeep Campaign (Dragon Heist)
Nanoc the Younger: Semi-retired Lvl 2 Rogue / Level 2 Barbarian Human; The Knuckle, Mror Holds, Ebberon.
The Honourable Jaden Fellan: Level 3 Human Eldritch Knight; Band of Sunswall
AKA: Phillip Berrie: writer, editor and academic thrillseeker—a little knowledge is a dangerous thing.
Arlon looks at Tyrus, mouth open for a second. Then he shakes his head.
"You are not from around here. That's for sure."
"Putting bars .." he chuckles "now that is a good one."
"Sure," replies Tyrus, sizing up the well. "Some heavy timbers to span the well and then some good, strong iron bars to bridge the gaps... It would allow the customers to look down into the well without risking their lives. A good team of dwarvish workmen could get the job done quickly."
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Tyrus Mountson: Lvl 3 Dwarvish Bard; Waterdeep Campaign (Dragon Heist)
Nanoc the Younger: Semi-retired Lvl 2 Rogue / Level 2 Barbarian Human; The Knuckle, Mror Holds, Ebberon.
The Honourable Jaden Fellan: Level 3 Human Eldritch Knight; Band of Sunswall
AKA: Phillip Berrie: writer, editor and academic thrillseeker—a little knowledge is a dangerous thing.
"5 gold for the ride down another 5 for the return journey, keep any treasures you find but it's not for the inexperienced - many adventurers pass through the Yawning Portal on their adventures, some even as their destination, but they always try the ale" Bonnie says while handing out people's drinks "and food is on the way," she added before heading back to the kitchen.
The half-orc goes back to her position at the bar and continues her drink as if nothing happened. You hear a slight chuckle at Tyrus's comment, "That's not gonna happen - where do you think the place gets the name? The well is much older than this tavern, and one of the only known entrances to Undermountain. Durnan just made a good decision by building the tavern on top of it. That sword he has was apparently from down there somewhere in the deeps of the dungeon," she said, opening up a little. "I'm Yagra Stone-fist," she responded "and thanks for making sure that I could take that Krentz, bloody Xanather scumbag," she finishes with a spiteful tone.
"Bonnie, thank you, food and ale makes you my hero, right now."
10 ---HP recovered via short rest hit dice use, recovered back to her max of 16 HP.
Briga will eat a seemingly absurd amount of complimentary food during the short rest, as if attempting to test Durnan's generosity.
"So formal introductions, new friends. My name's Briga Magnusdottir. I'm from up north originally, the Rheged glacier region of the Icewind Dale, but I've lived here in Waterdeep for about a year. I just recently got work as a bounty hunter for the city, and today I successfully caught and turned in my first bounty. Ten golden dragons! So today has been a whirlwind of excitement. Or, a blizzard of excitement, as we'd say up north."
She seems oblivious to the fact that she had shouted her own name multiple times during the recent encounter.
"And listen here Dwarf fellow, covering up the well into Undermountain in the Yawn would be like defacing a natural, unnatural, wonder! A lot of glorious things are dangerous, like volcanoes and owlbears and wells into ancient dungeons, but we can't go paving and covering and muzzling all this world's fearsome beauty just because it's 'practical and safe.' Where's the adventure in safety?"
"Oh, I should ask your name, and the rest of you also. Dwarf fellow, huh, listen to me, I probably sound like an ignorant northern savage, and not the cool, urban sophisticate I've become in the past year."
Griffdar stands and wipes his eyes
“Oi as long as we won and I’m alive. No hard feelings. The names Griffdar Goodwar. Pleasure.”
Griffdar took a hit that nearly put him to sleep before the spell did. He’s still in good spirits.
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"Pleasure to meet you, too, Griffdar Goodwar! Goodwar - now that is a great surname! Very fierce and proud. This is my first time sharing a meal with a dragonborn, too! I'll add that to the list of 'things that never would have happened if I hadn't ran away from the stupid glacier.'"
Briga makes a rude hand gesture at the sky accompanied by the phrase "mom and dad."
"Are you from around here? What's your job? Do you always breathe acid? Does it hurt?" The litany of questions continues in that manner.
“Yes. This is actually one of the few times I’ve shared a meal with someone other than a Dragonborn. The name is actually a family name. I understand humans sometimes use their professions as surnames too. It is a hard name to live up to. It’s actually spoken very differently but before I left the island I translated it to common tongue to put people more at ease on my Pilgrimage.”
As Griffdar speaks you can see a softness in his greenish yellow eyes. “Call me Griffdar, Goodwar, Griff, whatever you like.” He give you a big grin.
Gash - Lvl14 Goblin Wizard - The High Court of the Aasimar Queen
"I'm sure you do live up to it, Griff. I wish we had that tradition in the Bear Tribe. They just add son or 'dottir' to the dad's name, which is both lazy and kind of dumb. Like, if you're going to do that, why not use the mom's name? I mean, you *know* who the mom is, if you get what I'm saying, but the dad? Not so much, know what I'm saying? Anyway, my dad's name was Magnus, allegedly, so I'm Briga Magnusdottir. I should change my name. Screw that guy."
Briga initially tries to maintain manners, but quickly forgets and asks questions while chewing mouthfuls of food.
"Pilgrimage, is that like a religious thing? Who do you worship, Griff? Hopefully nothing evil. Evil cults are the worst. Oh, I didn't get everyone else's name, sorry. Bonnie, they'd probably also like some food, too." Briga misjudges the portions allocated for others as meant for her, to comic effect.
"******* Patriarchies man..." He takes a long drink.
"You know, I was adopted actually. I was raised by silver dragonborn, two mothers. My birth mom died during my birth and my father, well, who knows about him. I'm glad though. And, if you'd like it. I will help you come up with a new warrior's name. We will be fighting side by side a lot in the near future, I think."
Gash - Lvl14 Goblin Wizard - The High Court of the Aasimar Queen
"That would be great, Griff! I guess that might have been rough for you, not knowing your parents. I wish I'd been adopted. The Bear Tribe as a whole is pretty decent people, but my parents were part of this dumb offshoot cult that worships an evil ice goddess, Auril, and wanted to like raid all the Ten Towns people and subjugate the other Rheged tribes. Total misanthropes, as my bro would say."
"They were grooming me to be the next chosen of the Ice Queen or something, and by brother to be my protector, but he wanted to be a Skald - that's basically a bard, but badass - and so he ran away to train in the College of Valor. A couple of years later, I ran away, too. I don't need a protector, and I definitely don't need some evil wench of a goddess telling me my destiny."
“Good for you. Taking control of your destiny is a big deal. I’m proud of you. I know who parents are, my two mothers. It was tough as a child. But you learn, family isn’t alway just blood.”
”My god, do we have a lot in common. You know silver dragonborn are masters of ice. And well...” he looks at his skin, “the color of our scales usually says a lot about us. Chromatic tends to follow Tiamat... metallic — bahamut. I’m glad I was adopted. I’m glad to be on the side of good. It sounds like we both narrowly escaped evil fates. And don’t worry about any pressure or preaching but I am a paladin of bahamut and if you are looking for a deity and want to know more, just ask friend.”
Gash - Lvl14 Goblin Wizard - The High Court of the Aasimar Queen
Arlon listens to the two talk and can't stop from staring. He hasn't had someone talk so much in … well a very long time.
He finally gets the nerves to jump in.
"My parents left me.." He gets a good shade of red when the others turn to him.
" I mean they are adventuring and rarely come home anymore, last time I saw them was 4 years ago." Seeing that he is struggling he rushes " My master says that I have some dragon blood inside of me."
He smiles and shakes his head.
"Sorry I m not used to people, I m pretty often on my own." He gets up. " I'll go get some more drinks."
Griffdar chuckles, "No worries dragonblood, no worries at all. Welcome to the table. Well Briga, if you'd like to be an honorary dragon... you certainly fight like one... We could be The Abandoned Dragons!" he laughs so more.
Gash - Lvl14 Goblin Wizard - The High Court of the Aasimar Queen
"Aww, I mean, I probably would have made a shit cleric of Auril even if I'd wanted to, Griff, but thanks! I'm proud of me, too. And you should be, too, of course, avoiding like evil baggage to forge your own path of goodness. The color of your scales doesn't matter, the choices you make matter! That gives me hope for the future, this kind of thing, a real optimism high."
"And I guess we do have a thing or two in common. My parents made sure by brother and me were both born in the lair of some dead evil ice dragon with a name like Icydeath or Deathingice. Scary cold death name. Dragons seemed scary as hell to me, as a kid, and I didn't even know dragonborn were a thing until I came to Waterdeep. The world can be weird and scary but also exciting and, like, great!"
Briga intercepts Arlon, either oblivious to his anxiety about the interaction or trying to break him out of his shell.
"Let me help you with those drinks! Dragon blood, that is neat! What's your name?"