"So we eat and...I know talking to Kev is going to need finesse. If he did kill Glandon he's not gonna want to be called out for it, if he's covering for him he's nit going to say anything, and if he doesn't know that's also a problem. What's your ideas," she ask voice lowered with her hand over her mouth to prevent lip reading. "This all assuming the server hasn't already told him we're here," she adds quickly.
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"Well... I has just figured we would ask him what happened to Glandon... Maybe have Valen shoot some dice with him or something to prove that we are all friends... and if he tells us where to look great..." Brock would say leaning forward with his elbows on the table. "Someone like him.. I wouldn't be surprised if he asks us to do a job or something before telling us what he knows though... so we might get two paychecks!" He will say slapping the table and sitting backwards once more. "I mean... I cannot see why he would have a problem telling us what happened to Glandon... I mean.. we don't care if he is alive or dead. We just wanna know where he is so we can bring him.. or his corpse.. back to our home sweet home."
"Unless he's the one responsible for his death. Though we don't care if the kid is dead, that's not just the thing one would admit to... Even down here" Valen shifts in his chair as they await their guest or word of Kyve. "Do you think his type would be willing to throw dice witout any money? I for one have an empty coin purse... I though I had one to give to that waitress, but I guess not. I can see why she reacted the way she did now."
"Can't you magic up like... a golden necklace around your neck or something" Brock would ask pointing towards Valen's face. "Just point towards all yer pretend jewls and tell him they are all his if he wins or something"
"Then how do we pay if we lose," Wallis replies. "It's an illusion Brock you can't hold them..." she says with a sigh. "We don't need enemies because we're dishonest," she adds looking anxious. "I hope he's not dead...poor Meril," she then adds.
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"Look, I say we go up... ask him if he knows what happened to our guy... and if he won't tell us we offer to do a job or something for him to get the information... or we threaten to kick his ass." Brock would reply somewhat annoyed, looking around for his meal to show up. "If you all have a better idea I am all for it.. but that is my plan I am going with once I finish my meal if nothing has been decided before that" he will say as he wipes a tiny bit of drool from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.
As if she'd been listening the server returns bearing a round of drinks, and generous plates of food which she delivers with a wink to Brock "Your friend is still upstairs, I don't think he is going anywhere for a while, enjoy your meal handsome." she then darts off to serve another table greeting the customers by name.
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"Thank you very much!" Brock would say with a large smile as he takes the food from the woman. "This looks great!" He would add as his eyes move from the food back to the waitress. "I appreciate your help, you are like a flower blooming in the desert!" he would exclaim before digging into the plate of food in front of him.
"You want to threaten a pickpocket in the tavern where ALL his friends are," Wallis asks with a cocked eyebrow. "Eat and we'll discuss it. You move on your own to challenge him to a fight you'll remain on your own," she adds with a serious expression. "We need to befriend them in the very least," she adds. "A game of dice and a conversation. NO fighting," she says firmly. "You can't solve all your problems with your fists," she adds motioning to the tavern girl who was charmed by Brock not intimidated by his fists! "Gentlemen I have ten silvers," she then says. "You feel like trying to play some dice," she adds.
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"Oh! Why thank you, my dear." Valen says as the waitress delivers the meal. "This was unexpected." The man begins to partake of the free meal.
"I tend to agree with your friend on the matter here, Brock,"Valen says massaging a full belly. "This really is not the place I would want to like to get into a fight with a thieve's organization. Though I don't know that we need to be friends," he says looking to the ranger. "If he is unwilling to talk, perhaps we can provide him with some service in exchange for answers to our questions..?"
"So we go up, ask him questions, try to play dice or offer him our services for answers... sure... sounds good" Brock would say inbetween bites of his meal. What seems like only a few seconds later, the large man finishes his plate and is ready to go.
Several more people come in filling another nearby table, men looking like they have finished a long shift somewhere, calling for ale they sit back and start to relax, the large man with the axe orders another plate of food in a booming voice with an accent that indicates he has roots in the north and several of the men from the table in the middle of the room head up the stairs towards the gaming tables.
OOC Are we moving upstairs then?
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As the group reach the top of the stairs they see a whole new dimension to the Burned Castle, there are several different tables dedicated to various games of chance, in total about a dozen men and a couple of women are engaged in these games. There is a small bar in the far corner with a surly looking man wiping the bar top with a rag that looks like it's making things worse, a server moving around the players and a serious looking duo, a dwarf with a forked beard and a mouthful of gold teeth and a human man, with a possible hint of orc blood who look ready to inflict violence on someone at the slightest provocation.
Over to the side near the bar, but with a good view of the tables is a seating area, smokey and fairly dark but you all notice a table, the only one in use, with three men sitting there, the one looking towards you, appraising you as you enter is an extremely handsome man, with golden hair so beautiful that you all imagine most of the women in Dzendalin would be jealous. He smiles and returns to his conversation with his companions, the noise of the gambling tables and the distance making it impossible to hear him.
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"So we eat and...I know talking to Kev is going to need finesse. If he did kill Glandon he's not gonna want to be called out for it, if he's covering for him he's nit going to say anything, and if he doesn't know that's also a problem. What's your ideas," she ask voice lowered with her hand over her mouth to prevent lip reading. "This all assuming the server hasn't already told him we're here," she adds quickly.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
"Well... I has just figured we would ask him what happened to Glandon... Maybe have Valen shoot some dice with him or something to prove that we are all friends... and if he tells us where to look great..." Brock would say leaning forward with his elbows on the table. "Someone like him.. I wouldn't be surprised if he asks us to do a job or something before telling us what he knows though... so we might get two paychecks!" He will say slapping the table and sitting backwards once more. "I mean... I cannot see why he would have a problem telling us what happened to Glandon... I mean.. we don't care if he is alive or dead. We just wanna know where he is so we can bring him.. or his corpse.. back to our home sweet home."
"Unless he's the one responsible for his death. Though we don't care if the kid is dead, that's not just the thing one would admit to... Even down here" Valen shifts in his chair as they await their guest or word of Kyve. "Do you think his type would be willing to throw dice witout any money? I for one have an empty coin purse... I though I had one to give to that waitress, but I guess not. I can see why she reacted the way she did now."
"Can't you magic up like... a golden necklace around your neck or something" Brock would ask pointing towards Valen's face. "Just point towards all yer pretend jewls and tell him they are all his if he wins or something"
"Then how do we pay if we lose," Wallis replies. "It's an illusion Brock you can't hold them..." she says with a sigh. "We don't need enemies because we're dishonest," she adds looking anxious. "I hope he's not dead...poor Meril," she then adds.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
"I would just try not to lose.. " Brock would say with a grin.
"That's not a plan," Wallis retorts sighing again. "We need to be smart about this," she adds.
OOC: you said we had how much coin?
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Let's say in total you have a gold piece each in silver ;)
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
"Look, I say we go up... ask him if he knows what happened to our guy... and if he won't tell us we offer to do a job or something for him to get the information... or we threaten to kick his ass." Brock would reply somewhat annoyed, looking around for his meal to show up. "If you all have a better idea I am all for it.. but that is my plan I am going with once I finish my meal if nothing has been decided before that" he will say as he wipes a tiny bit of drool from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.
As if she'd been listening the server returns bearing a round of drinks, and generous plates of food which she delivers with a wink to Brock "Your friend is still upstairs, I don't think he is going anywhere for a while, enjoy your meal handsome." she then darts off to serve another table greeting the customers by name.
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
"Thank you very much!" Brock would say with a large smile as he takes the food from the woman. "This looks great!" He would add as his eyes move from the food back to the waitress. "I appreciate your help, you are like a flower blooming in the desert!" he would exclaim before digging into the plate of food in front of him.
"You want to threaten a pickpocket in the tavern where ALL his friends are," Wallis asks with a cocked eyebrow. "Eat and we'll discuss it. You move on your own to challenge him to a fight you'll remain on your own," she adds with a serious expression. "We need to befriend them in the very least," she adds. "A game of dice and a conversation. NO fighting," she says firmly. "You can't solve all your problems with your fists," she adds motioning to the tavern girl who was charmed by Brock not intimidated by his fists! "Gentlemen I have ten silvers," she then says. "You feel like trying to play some dice," she adds.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
"Oh! Why thank you, my dear." Valen says as the waitress delivers the meal. "This was unexpected." The man begins to partake of the free meal.
"I tend to agree with your friend on the matter here, Brock," Valen says massaging a full belly. "This really is not the place I would want to like to get into a fight with a thieve's organization. Though I don't know that we need to be friends," he says looking to the ranger. "If he is unwilling to talk, perhaps we can provide him with some service in exchange for answers to our questions..?"
"So we go up, ask him questions, try to play dice or offer him our services for answers... sure... sounds good" Brock would say inbetween bites of his meal. What seems like only a few seconds later, the large man finishes his plate and is ready to go.
Several more people come in filling another nearby table, men looking like they have finished a long shift somewhere, calling for ale they sit back and start to relax, the large man with the axe orders another plate of food in a booming voice with an accent that indicates he has roots in the north and several of the men from the table in the middle of the room head up the stairs towards the gaming tables.
OOC Are we moving upstairs then?
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
OOC: I feel like... we are supposed to do something with the man with the large axe... but Brock is ready to go upstairs if the others are.
OOC Don't worry, nothing is essential, do it in your own way.
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
OOC: Yeah. Let's see what Kyve has to say... Sometimes a big guy with an axe is just a big guy with an axe. LOL
"I hope this doesn't end badly," Wallis says with a worried expression before following behind the men upstairs.
Looking around to see if she notices Glandon up there or anything nefarious! perception 18
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
As the group reach the top of the stairs they see a whole new dimension to the Burned Castle, there are several different tables dedicated to various games of chance, in total about a dozen men and a couple of women are engaged in these games. There is a small bar in the far corner with a surly looking man wiping the bar top with a rag that looks like it's making things worse, a server moving around the players and a serious looking duo, a dwarf with a forked beard and a mouthful of gold teeth and a human man, with a possible hint of orc blood who look ready to inflict violence on someone at the slightest provocation.
Over to the side near the bar, but with a good view of the tables is a seating area, smokey and fairly dark but you all notice a table, the only one in use, with three men sitting there, the one looking towards you, appraising you as you enter is an extremely handsome man, with golden hair so beautiful that you all imagine most of the women in Dzendalin would be jealous. He smiles and returns to his conversation with his companions, the noise of the gambling tables and the distance making it impossible to hear him.
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales