Grykham steps into the bar, the scowl back on his face. These types of places eat the weak. He watches who watches them enter to see who might think they are an easy mark.
Priscilla smiles from under the bar as she places the coin on it. After a minute she looks about whistling. "Say you have any of those eels. Heard this ward had the best-salted eels"
[thieves cant] me and my friends don't want any trouble, but was wondering whose turf are we in?[end thieves cant]
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Kip follows the others into the tavern, but breaks away once inside, working the room and looking for anything or anyone of note. In particular, he looks for anyone who matches the descriptions of the two who seemed interested in their quarry.
Perception: 9
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Corrin Kettlewhistle: Halfling Life Cleric (Curse of Strahd) Kip Dalton: Human Lore Bard (Waterdeep Dragon Heist) Debauchery Dalliance: Half-Drow Oath of Conquest Paladin (White Plume Mountain)
The woman behind the bar looks up as Priscilla poops her head over the edge of the bar. “Sure, sure. Plenty o’ free tables,” she gestures to middle of the room, her accent thick from some distant land. While several tables are occupied, some with single inhabitants nuzzling their tankards, and some with boisterous groups, only about half of the tables are in use. Several bar maids with quick smiles and sly winks are working the room, plying the patrons with ale.
“Eel!?” The woman nearly screeches, “I d’not serve any of it here. Can’t stand to the smell.” Behind the broad-hipped woman a lithe figure places a hand on the matron’s arm. The girl far younger than the barmaids, seemingly relegated to dish duty, whispers in the matron’s ear. The women smirks, then frowns. “You d’not cause a problem for me, I d’not cause problem for you, ya?”
Then she smiles broadly. “Sit! Drink! Maybe you find pleasure at my place! Andealisse, help my friend here.”
One of the barmaids, showing too much pale skin, saunters up to Priscilla. “Over here, doll. Ale or wine?” Andealisse also has an accent too, though her’s is all nasal tones.
No one seems particularly interest in your group that just walked in. And no one fits any of the descriptions you were given of Floon or the two he was talking to.
"Well shoot, I'll try to have something else, anything you recommend, also you have a cute outfit, a bit open for my taste but cute," she says sitting on the table gesturing for her friends to sit.
"Come on guys come sit they aren't gonna bite, well she might for the right amount of coin!" She says pointing to the one she was talking too before she turns to Andealisse."Ale please and some bread if you have any"
Back at the bar the woman assuming her leaning position against bar again, gives Priscilla a bit of a chuckle, her entire frame jiggling as her shoulders bob. She looks back down at her book.
Andealisse smiles as the table fills up. "I see you brought some friends, sweatheart." At Leol's questioning, a momentary change in micro-expressions crosses her face at the descriptions of the individuals, though she quickly plasters on her working face of confidence in her performance mixed with casual ease. She quickly takes the proffered gold dragon from Leol and stashes it in her waistband. "We see all manner of people here. Some do not want others to know they visit, if you catch my drift. People of position, ya know. So, Madame makes it a pretty clear policy for us not to go spilling the beans about who visits. Last thing we want is upset wives and husbands."
She takes the orders of the table and is soon back with bread, cheese, and ale which she delivers with subtle movements that draw the eye -a sway of hips, a turn that brushes her skirts against Gryk, an obviously too deep bend and lean across the table to deliver an ale to Leol. She ends with a slight ruffling of Kip's hair and a wink.
((You can make a persuasion check with Andealisse, but be sure to role play how you attempt to persuade her.))
While Leol continues to try to ply some information out of the flirtatious serving woman, Kip scrutinizes her responses in attempt to see if she is holding anything back. Satisfied that she is not, he returns the playful wink and smiles.
" You should ask for a evening with her Loel, i think that might wear her down and get you your answers, I mean if she doesn't poffer gold form Pickle or Drag Kip off to the corner" She says with a chuckle as she looks about and winks at a random stranger before she flips her feet on the table and lets her toes wiggle.
"The ladies here probably are happy to have lookers like yerselves here to please. I mean if you care to deal with Sailor leftovers" She says taking up her drink and sipping on it. She looks about giving the place a good lookover studying the people and place.
The woman places her hand over the gold coin as if by mere accident. "Well, it wouldn't hurt to tell you to wait around a while and see who happens by. Surely the Madame wouldn't find fault in that advise." Andealisse winks, curtsies, and saunters away, the gold coin with her, though there was something more direct and less performance in her words.
Thirty minutes pass as you partake in the ale and food offerings. This gives each of you plenty of time to observe the existing patrons, of which none arouse your suspicions. Additionally, you have a chance to address the building. The common room is a rectangular shape, the short end facing the street is adorned with a door and set of cracked windows on either side. Along the long side to the east is a long bar behind which a open arch leads to the kitchens and where Madame leans heavily both observing her guests and servers and reading a book. The skinny girl behind her continues to dry and arrange thick stoneware cups on the shelving. Gracing the end of the room opposite the street door are stairs to the second level. The ceiling of the common room spans both levels and a banister with missing spindles spans that short side of the rectangle on the second floor. It looks as if rooms are available, but judging by the layout of the tavern and the typical depth of buildings in this ward, Priscilla estimates no more than four rooms are on the second floor. However, the number of couples and groups ascending and descending the stairs at intervals leads one to conclude there are in fact far more rooms or they are being used intermittently by various guests.
Finally, a gnome, a man with dirty blonde hair and a raven haired woman throwing her head back in laughter descend the stairs. "Let me know if I can assist you the next time you are in town, but for the Gods' sakes..." she lowers her voice and exchanges her next words in a volume that doesn't reach your ears, though the following laughter by the threesome rises a beat later as they reach the bottom stair.
"Yo' Loel" She says with a whisper and a slight gesture to the trio.
"So how about I get some entertainment? Any women willing to handle all this for a bit of coin!" She says finishing her drink and standing on the table. "I'm bored and want someone to climb on. Or more drink, or both"
At Priscilla's invitation, two seaman with thick forearms and a resemblance in their sun-weathered faces share a laugh, rise from their table and approach the very convincing halfling.
"Darling, I got a silver bet against my brother that you'd climb up me and plant and kiss right here." He smiled a broad toothless grin in Priscilla's direction, the ale-flavored odor of his speech mingled with the stench of the harbor that clung to his worn clothes, stringy hair, and unwashed body. By comparison, he was the better catch between the two brothers.
Meanwhile by the stairs, the threesome splits. The gnome and man move through the common room toward the door speaking to each other while dodging sloshing ale and twirling servers. The woman exits through the kitchens after a nod to Madam.
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As the woman makes her way into the kitchens, Kip waits for Priscilla's performance to distract a few others before trying to stealthily follow. "Be right back," he whispers to the others, before nonchalantly rising from the table and picking his way through the crowd toward the kitchen doors.
As Kip turns the corner of the bar, following the woman who has disappeared into the kitchens, he knocks off a pewter cup and two dirty tin plates that were stacked at the edge of the bar. The dishes clatter to the floor. The pewter cup splits into two brittle pieces and the tin plates make echo off the stone floor, splashing the remains of a gravy and bread dinner onto his pants.
Madame rests her large frame on one elbow, placing the other hand on her wipe and tilts her body so that she can get a better view, while not completely removing herself from her prop. "You can pick that up and order more," her mouth curls down in irritation, probably at the broken cup, and watches Kip.
Grykham steps into the bar, the scowl back on his face. These types of places eat the weak. He watches who watches them enter to see who might think they are an easy mark.
Perception 7
Priscilla smiles from under the bar as she places the coin on it. After a minute she looks about whistling. "Say you have any of those eels. Heard this ward had the best-salted eels"
[thieves cant] me and my friends don't want any trouble, but was wondering whose turf are we in?[end thieves cant]
Kip follows the others into the tavern, but breaks away once inside, working the room and looking for anything or anyone of note. In particular, he looks for anyone who matches the descriptions of the two who seemed interested in their quarry.
Perception: 9
Corrin Kettlewhistle: Halfling Life Cleric (Curse of Strahd)
Kip Dalton: Human Lore Bard (Waterdeep Dragon Heist)
Debauchery Dalliance: Half-Drow Oath of Conquest Paladin (White Plume Mountain)
The woman behind the bar looks up as Priscilla poops her head over the edge of the bar. “Sure, sure. Plenty o’ free tables,” she gestures to middle of the room, her accent thick from some distant land. While several tables are occupied, some with single inhabitants nuzzling their tankards, and some with boisterous groups, only about half of the tables are in use. Several bar maids with quick smiles and sly winks are working the room, plying the patrons with ale.
“Eel!?” The woman nearly screeches, “I d’not serve any of it here. Can’t stand to the smell.” Behind the broad-hipped woman a lithe figure places a hand on the matron’s arm. The girl far younger than the barmaids, seemingly relegated to dish duty, whispers in the matron’s ear. The women smirks, then frowns. “You d’not cause a problem for me, I d’not cause problem for you, ya?”
Then she smiles broadly. “Sit! Drink! Maybe you find pleasure at my place! Andealisse, help my friend here.”
One of the barmaids, showing too much pale skin, saunters up to Priscilla. “Over here, doll. Ale or wine?” Andealisse also has an accent too, though her’s is all nasal tones.
No one seems particularly interest in your group that just walked in. And no one fits any of the descriptions you were given of Floon or the two he was talking to.
Ivolyn Brun, human wizard in Lost Mine of Phandelver
"Well shoot, I'll try to have something else, anything you recommend, also you have a cute outfit, a bit open for my taste but cute," she says sitting on the table gesturing for her friends to sit.
"Come on guys come sit they aren't gonna bite, well she might for the right amount of coin!" She says pointing to the one she was talking too before she turns to Andealisse."Ale please and some bread if you have any"
Grykham sits at the table.
"Ale for me, bread and meat if you have it. "
Kip joins the others at the table, ordering an ale and listening to what the serving wench may offer up to Leol.
Corrin Kettlewhistle: Halfling Life Cleric (Curse of Strahd)
Kip Dalton: Human Lore Bard (Waterdeep Dragon Heist)
Debauchery Dalliance: Half-Drow Oath of Conquest Paladin (White Plume Mountain)
"Loel..wow watch patrol question much," She says a bit shocked that he went directly into such line of questioning.
"Its fine, Andealisse, Ignore my rude friend," She says with a wink as she casts a look over at Loel.
Back at the bar the woman assuming her leaning position against bar again, gives Priscilla a bit of a chuckle, her entire frame jiggling as her shoulders bob. She looks back down at her book.
Andealisse smiles as the table fills up. "I see you brought some friends, sweatheart." At Leol's questioning, a momentary change in micro-expressions crosses her face at the descriptions of the individuals, though she quickly plasters on her working face of confidence in her performance mixed with casual ease. She quickly takes the proffered gold dragon from Leol and stashes it in her waistband. "We see all manner of people here. Some do not want others to know they visit, if you catch my drift. People of position, ya know. So, Madame makes it a pretty clear policy for us not to go spilling the beans about who visits. Last thing we want is upset wives and husbands."
She takes the orders of the table and is soon back with bread, cheese, and ale which she delivers with subtle movements that draw the eye -a sway of hips, a turn that brushes her skirts against Gryk, an obviously too deep bend and lean across the table to deliver an ale to Leol. She ends with a slight ruffling of Kip's hair and a wink.
((You can make a persuasion check with Andealisse, but be sure to role play how you attempt to persuade her.))
Ivolyn Brun, human wizard in Lost Mine of Phandelver
While Leol continues to try to ply some information out of the flirtatious serving woman, Kip scrutinizes her responses in attempt to see if she is holding anything back. Satisfied that she is not, he returns the playful wink and smiles.
Insight: 4
Corrin Kettlewhistle: Halfling Life Cleric (Curse of Strahd)
Kip Dalton: Human Lore Bard (Waterdeep Dragon Heist)
Debauchery Dalliance: Half-Drow Oath of Conquest Paladin (White Plume Mountain)
" You should ask for a evening with her Loel, i think that might wear her down and get you your answers, I mean if she doesn't poffer gold form Pickle or Drag Kip off to the corner" She says with a chuckle as she looks about and winks at a random stranger before she flips her feet on the table and lets her toes wiggle.
"The ladies here probably are happy to have lookers like yerselves here to please. I mean if you care to deal with Sailor leftovers" She says taking up her drink and sipping on it. She looks about giving the place a good lookover studying the people and place.
Investigation14
Perception11
Insight17
The woman places her hand over the gold coin as if by mere accident. "Well, it wouldn't hurt to tell you to wait around a while and see who happens by. Surely the Madame wouldn't find fault in that advise." Andealisse winks, curtsies, and saunters away, the gold coin with her, though there was something more direct and less performance in her words.
Thirty minutes pass as you partake in the ale and food offerings. This gives each of you plenty of time to observe the existing patrons, of which none arouse your suspicions. Additionally, you have a chance to address the building. The common room is a rectangular shape, the short end facing the street is adorned with a door and set of cracked windows on either side. Along the long side to the east is a long bar behind which a open arch leads to the kitchens and where Madame leans heavily both observing her guests and servers and reading a book. The skinny girl behind her continues to dry and arrange thick stoneware cups on the shelving. Gracing the end of the room opposite the street door are stairs to the second level. The ceiling of the common room spans both levels and a banister with missing spindles spans that short side of the rectangle on the second floor. It looks as if rooms are available, but judging by the layout of the tavern and the typical depth of buildings in this ward, Priscilla estimates no more than four rooms are on the second floor. However, the number of couples and groups ascending and descending the stairs at intervals leads one to conclude there are in fact far more rooms or they are being used intermittently by various guests.
Finally, a gnome, a man with dirty blonde hair and a raven haired woman throwing her head back in laughter descend the stairs. "Let me know if I can assist you the next time you are in town, but for the Gods' sakes..." she lowers her voice and exchanges her next words in a volume that doesn't reach your ears, though the following laughter by the threesome rises a beat later as they reach the bottom stair.
Ivolyn Brun, human wizard in Lost Mine of Phandelver
"Yo' Loel" She says with a whisper and a slight gesture to the trio.
"So how about I get some entertainment? Any women willing to handle all this for a bit of coin!" She says finishing her drink and standing on the table. "I'm bored and want someone to climb on. Or more drink, or both"
She says standing up looking drunk as she stands.
Performance(drunk)19
Persuasion20
Deception8
At Priscilla's invitation, two seaman with thick forearms and a resemblance in their sun-weathered faces share a laugh, rise from their table and approach the very convincing halfling.
"Darling, I got a silver bet against my brother that you'd climb up me and plant and kiss right here." He smiled a broad toothless grin in Priscilla's direction, the ale-flavored odor of his speech mingled with the stench of the harbor that clung to his worn clothes, stringy hair, and unwashed body. By comparison, he was the better catch between the two brothers.
Meanwhile by the stairs, the threesome splits. The gnome and man move through the common room toward the door speaking to each other while dodging sloshing ale and twirling servers. The woman exits through the kitchens after a nod to Madam.
Ivolyn Brun, human wizard in Lost Mine of Phandelver
As the woman makes her way into the kitchens, Kip waits for Priscilla's performance to distract a few others before trying to stealthily follow. "Be right back," he whispers to the others, before nonchalantly rising from the table and picking his way through the crowd toward the kitchen doors.
Stealth: 18
(oooof)
Corrin Kettlewhistle: Halfling Life Cleric (Curse of Strahd)
Kip Dalton: Human Lore Bard (Waterdeep Dragon Heist)
Debauchery Dalliance: Half-Drow Oath of Conquest Paladin (White Plume Mountain)
As Kip turns the corner of the bar, following the woman who has disappeared into the kitchens, he knocks off a pewter cup and two dirty tin plates that were stacked at the edge of the bar. The dishes clatter to the floor. The pewter cup splits into two brittle pieces and the tin plates make echo off the stone floor, splashing the remains of a gravy and bread dinner onto his pants.
Madame rests her large frame on one elbow, placing the other hand on her wipe and tilts her body so that she can get a better view, while not completely removing herself from her prop. "You can pick that up and order more," her mouth curls down in irritation, probably at the broken cup, and watches Kip.
Ivolyn Brun, human wizard in Lost Mine of Phandelver