Another hour or so passes of you enjoying each other's company, when you suddenly hear a slight commotion by the entrance.
“No, you can't buy the lute,” declares Dirk, conversing with one of the homesteaders, a well-dressed elven woman. “I know it's an elven lute,” he continues, “but it holds great sentimental value for me.” The elven woman looks up, drawing your gaze to a finely crafted instrument on the wall above her, stamps her foot, and walks off in a huff. Dirk shakes his head and wanders over to your table.
“It belonged to Caelynn,” he informs you, in an uncharacteristically sad voice, taking a seat before continuing. “She was a bard, like her mother, but the lute is all she had to remember her by. Being a half-elf, she was sent away with her human father. They settled in Waterdeep.” He pulls a handkerchief from his pocket and wets it on his tongue, dabbing at a small stain on the oak table. “Caelynn was a member of my first expedition. Together with Daratin, Hanjo, Rossele, and I.” Satisfied with the job, he tucks the handkerchief back into his trousers. “We took passage on a ship exploring the Sea of Swords. The captain was an eccentric with an interest in bugs, so while he searched remote islands for rare breeds of insect, we would scour them for hidden treasure.” He whispers the last couple of words in a daring voice with a wicked grin. “We had lots of fun, but little success, and eventually it was time to head home.”
He pauses for a moment, turning his gaze back to the lute on the wall. “But alas, the fun was not to last,” he continues, a single tear running down his cheek. “The ship was beset by a tentacled sea monster, just one day out from port.” He wipes his face on his sleeve as he speaks. “It was no ship-wrecking leviathan, but it left its mark nonetheless. Caelynn was dragged overboard and lost forever, her lute left floating in her wake,” he concludes with a sorrowful voice.
Dirk sighs aloud and rises from his chair, silently bidding you farewell before departing to the kitchen.
Is our fine host trying to tell us something? I think he's trying to tell us something. Or a few things, don't you think? I find myself listening for hints of where to find these "secrets" and "hidden treasure", I am not ashamed to admit. Or some opportunity to be heroes. And, morbid though it is to have Dirk returning to the deaths of his colleagues, maybe some lessons there? Though so far I only have "don't get hit in the head by a minotaur" and "stay on the ship". Maybe there are some more subtle points you are picking up.
But I keep thinking as he lists off his party members: did they seat us together to bring us together? In some bars, they'd put all the oddest ones together away from the other patrons, but this doesn't seem like that kind of place what with the fair Jambiya well-treated. We could be a party. We got the requisite bruisers; Lady Therne and I can probably do the sneaking; I suspect there is some blastiness between us; and 4 of us can heal. Perhaps we can fair better than poor Radyard's helmet yonder. Sister Adri asked for stories, maybe ours starts with "four monsters and a halfling walk into a bar..."
Strums a bit There must be some kind of way out of here <chukka chun chukka chun>….Am I the joker and the thief?
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Galanodel Deacon Tosh - Less-than-Half-Elf Bard - & -Flitterbug - Pixie Sorceress : Meanwhile in the Westwoods Amadow 'Tug' Rioux - Human Psionic Palooka : Revenge Heist - - - Gofer Bayut - Bugbear Paladin Messenger : Shrouded Sky
The story of Caelynn catches Abner's interest. His own half-elven upbringing had some parallels. He gets a faraway look (easily confused by onlookers with his not-paying-attention look.)
"We can just ask him...?" Abner suggests helpfully to Red's initial question.
He clears his throat. "I have some blastiness. It doesn't monetize as well as mending, but I can blow things up. Wanna see?"
“Probably not inside,” Therne says quickly. “There’s always money to be made on the road, guarding merchants’ caravans or other travelers - pilgrims and the like. I‘ve made a bit of coin that way, since I can do a bit of all those things — I’m working on the bruiser part, I’m not quite skilled enough yet to have the magic to transform myself into a bear or a wolf. And of course, my magic is limited when I’m in those forms. So a group is still more hireable.” She stops and gulps at her ale, a little surprised at how talkative she is with this group.
Adri looks at Red with a smile, "Maybe you're right. You all are a nice bunch and I'd love to make some memories with you all." She looks down into her cup and quietly says a prayer to Selûne in Orcish.
I pray you give this group guidance, courage, and strength my great Moon Maiden. I hope you approve of those I choose to travel will and I remain in your good graces.
“I couldn't help but overhearing that you're a group looking for work?” Dirk asks you with a smile, taking a seat at your table. He glances toward the sundered helmet on the wall and shakes his head in clear frustration. After a brief pause, he continues. “We recovered numerous treasures from that vault, many of which we sold to wealthy buyers in Waterdeep. One such customer, a Lord Alistair Redmane, bought a large decorative mirror.” He nods a greeting to a passing customer. “Daratin had determined that it held a minor preservation enchantment, and it was clearly of fine quality and exotic style, so it raised a princely sum.”
Dirk pauses again, scanning the inn for customers in need of his attention. Happy that he isn't required elsewhere, he proceeds. “I'd heard nothing more of Lord Redmane since, until just the other day.” He leans back in the chair, looking for the right words to use. “I was aware that he lived with his wife in a house on the edge of Neverwinter Wood, but it seems that something terrible has happened there in recent years.” He huddles in close and lowers his voice. “One of our local woodsmen informed me that he travelled that way recently and discovered the house in ruin. He didn't venture inside, but says that the place appeared to be deserted.”
He pauses again, turning to face each of you in turn. “Now I was thinking, that you may be the kind of people that might be interested in investigating just what happened there. An empty house should offer little threat to even the greenest of adventurers,” he suggests with a smile, “and perhaps there are family heirlooms waiting to be rescued, before the forest swallows it all.” Dirk stands, speaking again before departing. “Give it some thought and let me know. I can give you directions if you're interested.” He takes his place behind the bar, serving the farmhand that he greeted a few moments ago.
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"The most important step a person can take is always the next one." -Dalinar Kholin; Oathbringer
What about the reddest ones? quips Redemption while looking from Adri to Brozak. Lets a beat pass, then Sorry
We haven't heard from our Large Brother here, but I think we have just been declared a "group" by a man who's seldom at a loss. And even though I'm guessing "empty house full of heirlooms" is optimistic, I say we count on our usually wise host to not steer us too far wrong. A chance to do some rescuing is what I am after.
I wonder if things are often odd near Seldom Spring, of if they get odd only off and on? We are an odd squad (being 5 of us - nothing else odd - psplrrt) prime for adventure. (I'm killing myself) Are we in?
At the mention of his amulet, Brozak lightly runs his fingers over it, looking wistful. "It is a symbol of Bahamut. He saved me when I was younger, through one of his servants, and now I work for him."
Brozak jingles his pocket, feeling how light of coin it is, and says, "I could use a bit of adventure, and some coin. I would love to join this band of adventurers!"
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Brozak - Red Dragonborn Paladin, lvl 2, Never Winter, Seldom Spring
Sacking the house is not what I mean, even if Mister Dirk does. I am thinking more on the lines of the possibility of doing right by Lord and Lady Redmane, and hoping for a reward for it. Though if they've fallen on hard times, rescue is its own reward.
If no one objects, we can at least find out. Br. Broznak, let's go talk to the man. Please let us know what other questions to ask if we miss something.
Assuming there is agreement Red goes to the bar. [ooc: Singling out Brozak since high charisma and online (recently anyway) I assume anyone can come. If strong objection we could cancel this action, but trying to keep it moving so the pace doesn't slow too much]
Dirk, just Dirk, I believe our newly formed crew would indeed like information. Directions, and what you know about Lord and Lady Redmane? Perhaps we might talk to the woodsman? And, if our good cook Brunthor has reason to doubt this mage Daratin, should we be suspicious of the mirror and whatnot?
"Yes, Redemption, let us talk to Dirk. Surely he can show us green adventurers the way to start."
Brozak looks at Adri and say, "Uhh, by green, I simply meant relatively new to the adventuring lifestyle. My apologies." He sheepishly scurries to join Red at the bar.
To Dirk he says, "You said Lord, but mentioned a house. Was he an actual lord, as in noble, or are you merely using it generously? How did he make his living? If he was a lord, how big were his holdings and who is in control of them now that he is gone?"
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Brozak - Red Dragonborn Paladin, lvl 2, Never Winter, Seldom Spring
"I'm in,"chimes Abner. "I'm especially curious about that mirror. I just hope it wasn't the cause of Lord RedGuy's problems, somehow. Magic can be fickle sometimes."
"And if nobody's been over to check on their well-being, I'd say it's time." To Dirk, "Did Lord or Lady Redface have family in this area?"
(OCC: switching my color to Teal to distinguish myself from the DM.)
Dirk, just Dirk, I believe our newly formed crew would indeed like information. Directions, and what you know about Lord and Lady Redmane? Perhaps we might talk to the woodsman? And, if our good cook Brunthor has reason to doubt this mage Daratin, should we be suspicious of the mirror and whatnot?
He provides you with brief, but simple and clear directions to the house on the outskirts of Neverwinter Wood. "I do not know much about the lord and his lady, I must admit. They hail from Waterdeep and wedded not long after meeting, if sources are to be believed. That was several years ago, and they moved to a house they had built on the edge of the Neverwinter Wood at some point since." He ponders for a moment. "I believe he bought the mirror for the lady as a gift." He watches Brunthor serving up carrot and pea soup to a young boy and his parents in the corner of the room with a fond smile. "As for Brunthor, he's always been suspicious of magic, but you may be right about the mirror. I've no reason to believe that Daratin would deceive us about the worth of the object, but it isn't outside of the realms of possibility." He clears his throat. "Where was I? Ah, Juglut!" He chuckles at the look of confusion on your face. "The woodsman, you'll find him at the Hunting Lodge at night - or in the wilds around here during the day."
To Dirk he says, "You said Lord, but mentioned a house. Was he an actual lord, as in noble, or are you merely using it generously? How did he make his living? If he was a lord, how big were his holdings and who is in control of them now that he is gone?"
"He was indeed a lord, my draconic friend. He retired with his lady wife to the forest edge some years ago. I could not say who is in charge of his holdings, if some unfortunate foul fate has befallen him." He looks troubled as he relays the information to you.
To Dirk, "Did Lord or Lady Redface have family in this area?"
"Lord Redmane," he raises his eyebrows as he emphasises the name, "has no family local to here as far as I am aware. There may be some still in Waterdeep, but I didn't know them well enough to guarantee it."
Addressing all of you now, Dirk climbs to his feet. "If you'll excuse me gentlemen, I must tend to my flock!" The smile returns to his face as he strides over to the front door to welcome a tiefling man dressed in fine clothing, with pale skin and tall spiral horns.
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"The most important step a person can take is always the next one." -Dalinar Kholin; Oathbringer
[ooc: from his directions, how far a journey and what kind of terrain. Asking to know what preparation we'll need]
[OoC]: Roughly 20 miles, the first 3 of which are following the High Road and the final 17 are over hilly terrain. He mentions that the house itself is a few hundred feet into the forest along a small woodland trail.
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"The most important step a person can take is always the next one." -Dalinar Kholin; Oathbringer
If we go to find this Juglut, I suggest that Sister Adri and I not go. Who knows how welcoming the Hunting Lodge is, compared to this friendly inn. Lady Wildcloak is the most 'normal' of us, and also the most likely to understand the woodsman's natural subtleties. She and one other, maybe? But that puts my mind to something to watch for. I agree, Lady Druid, that we should be an honest group of adventurers.
Tail twitching and strained voice belie that Red is holding emotion in
But folks won't see it that way. We are friends, I thought, and your first thought of me was that I was proposing theft. I was a horrible person as a kid, but people assumed I was a hoodlum before I became one. Sister Adri and I will always be suspected, at least. Frankly, Madam, many folk believe all Halflings are "nimble-fingered" and plenty of rogues lie about being druids. Simple folk will fear our Brother Paladin, and even loveable Master Abner could raise an eyebrow and a ward against curses.
So not only honest, but scrupulously so. And with each other most of all. And if I joke about it all - the danger, the distrust, the spying we might have to do - I beg you to forgive me.
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Galanodel Deacon Tosh - Less-than-Half-Elf Bard - & -Flitterbug - Pixie Sorceress : Meanwhile in the Westwoods Amadow 'Tug' Rioux - Human Psionic Palooka : Revenge Heist - - - Gofer Bayut - Bugbear Paladin Messenger : Shrouded Sky
Then another thing for which I'll beg your forgiveness is my reaction. I have done worse things myself, and been indicted for valid reasons as well as accused for little. Neither anger at the one nor shame of the other bring out my best. Redemption is my path, not Atonement, and not just because of the obvious nickname.
Draws his bow and plays a proper fiddle tune, with a bit of a bow
...It's just a spring clean for the May queen. Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run There's still time to change the road you're on...
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Galanodel Deacon Tosh - Less-than-Half-Elf Bard - & -Flitterbug - Pixie Sorceress : Meanwhile in the Westwoods Amadow 'Tug' Rioux - Human Psionic Palooka : Revenge Heist - - - Gofer Bayut - Bugbear Paladin Messenger : Shrouded Sky
I don't mind accompanying Miss Therne to the lodge. Not that she can't handle herself, but I would rather her not go alone. I understand your concern's about our 'looks', but i am not that worried about the reaction of those in the lodge."
Brozak grins, showing his sharp teeth. He gives a little snort and small flames play along his teeth.
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Brozak - Red Dragonborn Paladin, lvl 2, Never Winter, Seldom Spring
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Abner gasps with genuine excitement. "Ooooo! That was AWESOME!"
Another hour or so passes of you enjoying each other's company, when you suddenly hear a slight commotion by the entrance.
“No, you can't buy the lute,” declares Dirk, conversing with one of the homesteaders, a well-dressed elven woman. “I know it's an elven lute,” he continues, “but it holds great sentimental value for me.” The elven woman looks up, drawing your gaze to a finely crafted instrument on the wall above her, stamps her foot, and walks off in a huff. Dirk shakes his head and wanders over to your table.
“It belonged to Caelynn,” he informs you, in an uncharacteristically sad voice, taking a seat before continuing. “She was a bard, like her mother, but the lute is all she had to remember her by. Being a half-elf, she was sent away with her human father. They settled in Waterdeep.” He pulls a handkerchief from his pocket and wets it on his tongue, dabbing at a small stain on the oak table. “Caelynn was a member of my first expedition. Together with Daratin, Hanjo, Rossele, and I.” Satisfied with the job, he tucks the handkerchief back into his trousers. “We took passage on a ship exploring the Sea of Swords. The captain was an eccentric with an interest in bugs, so while he searched remote islands for rare breeds of insect, we would scour them for hidden treasure.” He whispers the last couple of words in a daring voice with a wicked grin. “We had lots of fun, but little success, and eventually it was time to head home.”
He pauses for a moment, turning his gaze back to the lute on the wall. “But alas, the fun was not to last,” he continues, a single tear running down his cheek. “The ship was beset by a tentacled sea monster, just one day out from port.” He wipes his face on his sleeve as he speaks. “It was no ship-wrecking leviathan, but it left its mark nonetheless. Caelynn was dragged overboard and lost forever, her lute left floating in her wake,” he concludes with a sorrowful voice.
Dirk sighs aloud and rises from his chair, silently bidding you farewell before departing to the kitchen.
"The most important step a person can take is always the next one." - Dalinar Kholin; Oathbringer
Is our fine host trying to tell us something? I think he's trying to tell us something. Or a few things, don't you think?
I find myself listening for hints of where to find these "secrets" and "hidden treasure", I am not ashamed to admit. Or some opportunity to be heroes. And, morbid though it is to have Dirk returning to the deaths of his colleagues, maybe some lessons there? Though so far I only have "don't get hit in the head by a minotaur" and "stay on the ship". Maybe there are some more subtle points you are picking up.
But I keep thinking as he lists off his party members: did they seat us together to bring us together? In some bars, they'd put all the oddest ones together away from the other patrons, but this doesn't seem like that kind of place what with the fair Jambiya well-treated. We could be a party. We got the requisite bruisers; Lady Therne and I can probably do the sneaking; I suspect there is some blastiness between us; and 4 of us can heal. Perhaps we can fair better than poor Radyard's helmet yonder. Sister Adri asked for stories, maybe ours starts with "four monsters and a halfling walk into a bar..."
Strums a bit There must be some kind of way out of here <chukka chun chukka chun>….Am I the joker and the thief?
Galanodel Deacon Tosh - Less-than-Half-Elf Bard - & - Flitterbug - Pixie Sorceress : Meanwhile in the Westwoods
Amadow 'Tug' Rioux - Human Psionic Palooka : Revenge Heist - - - Gofer Bayut - Bugbear Paladin Messenger : Shrouded Sky
The story of Caelynn catches Abner's interest. His own half-elven upbringing had some parallels. He gets a faraway look (easily confused by onlookers with his not-paying-attention look.)
"We can just ask him...?" Abner suggests helpfully to Red's initial question.
He clears his throat. "I have some blastiness. It doesn't monetize as well as mending, but I can blow things up. Wanna see?"
“Probably not inside,” Therne says quickly. “There’s always money to be made on the road, guarding merchants’ caravans or other travelers - pilgrims and the like. I‘ve made a bit of coin that way, since I can do a bit of all those things — I’m working on the bruiser part, I’m not quite skilled enough yet to have the magic to transform myself into a bear or a wolf. And of course, my magic is limited when I’m in those forms. So a group is still more hireable.” She stops and gulps at her ale, a little surprised at how talkative she is with this group.
Birgit | Shifter | Sorcerer | Dragonlords
Shayone | Hobgoblin | Sorcerer | Netherdeep
Adri looks at Red with a smile, "Maybe you're right. You all are a nice bunch and I'd love to make some memories with you all." She looks down into her cup and quietly says a prayer to Selûne in Orcish.
I pray you give this group guidance, courage, and strength my great Moon Maiden. I hope you approve of those I choose to travel will and I remain in your good graces.
“I couldn't help but overhearing that you're a group looking for work?” Dirk asks you with a smile, taking a seat at your table. He glances toward the sundered helmet on the wall and shakes his head in clear frustration. After a brief pause, he continues. “We recovered numerous treasures from that vault, many of which we sold to wealthy buyers in Waterdeep. One such customer, a Lord Alistair Redmane, bought a large decorative mirror.” He nods a greeting to a passing customer. “Daratin had determined that it held a minor preservation enchantment, and it was clearly of fine quality and exotic style, so it raised a princely sum.”
Dirk pauses again, scanning the inn for customers in need of his attention. Happy that he isn't required elsewhere, he proceeds. “I'd heard nothing more of Lord Redmane since, until just the other day.” He leans back in the chair, looking for the right words to use. “I was aware that he lived with his wife in a house on the edge of Neverwinter Wood, but it seems that something terrible has happened there in recent years.” He huddles in close and lowers his voice. “One of our local woodsmen informed me that he travelled that way recently and discovered the house in ruin. He didn't venture inside, but says that the place appeared to be deserted.”
He pauses again, turning to face each of you in turn. “Now I was thinking, that you may be the kind of people that might be interested in investigating just what happened there. An empty house should offer little threat to even the greenest of adventurers,” he suggests with a smile, “and perhaps there are family heirlooms waiting to be rescued, before the forest swallows it all.” Dirk stands, speaking again before departing. “Give it some thought and let me know. I can give you directions if you're interested.” He takes his place behind the bar, serving the farmhand that he greeted a few moments ago.
"The most important step a person can take is always the next one." - Dalinar Kholin; Oathbringer
What about the reddest ones? quips Redemption while looking from Adri to Brozak. Lets a beat pass, then Sorry
We haven't heard from our Large Brother here, but I think we have just been declared a "group" by a man who's seldom at a loss. And even though I'm guessing "empty house full of heirlooms" is optimistic, I say we count on our usually wise host to not steer us too far wrong. A chance to do some rescuing is what I am after.
I wonder if things are often odd near Seldom Spring, of if they get odd only off and on? We are an odd squad (being 5 of us - nothing else odd - psplrrt) prime for adventure. (I'm killing myself) Are we in?
Galanodel Deacon Tosh - Less-than-Half-Elf Bard - & - Flitterbug - Pixie Sorceress : Meanwhile in the Westwoods
Amadow 'Tug' Rioux - Human Psionic Palooka : Revenge Heist - - - Gofer Bayut - Bugbear Paladin Messenger : Shrouded Sky
At the mention of his amulet, Brozak lightly runs his fingers over it, looking wistful. "It is a symbol of Bahamut. He saved me when I was younger, through one of his servants, and now I work for him."
Brozak jingles his pocket, feeling how light of coin it is, and says, "I could use a bit of adventure, and some coin. I would love to join this band of adventurers!"
Brozak - Red Dragonborn Paladin, lvl 2, Never Winter, Seldom Spring
"That sounds like theft, not investigation," Therne says hesitantly.
Birgit | Shifter | Sorcerer | Dragonlords
Shayone | Hobgoblin | Sorcerer | Netherdeep
Sacking the house is not what I mean, even if Mister Dirk does. I am thinking more on the lines of the possibility of doing right by Lord and Lady Redmane, and hoping for a reward for it. Though if they've fallen on hard times, rescue is its own reward.
If no one objects, we can at least find out. Br. Broznak, let's go talk to the man. Please let us know what other questions to ask if we miss something.
Assuming there is agreement Red goes to the bar. [ooc: Singling out Brozak since high charisma and online (recently anyway) I assume anyone can come. If strong objection we could cancel this action, but trying to keep it moving so the pace doesn't slow too much]
Dirk, just Dirk, I believe our newly formed crew would indeed like information. Directions, and what you know about Lord and Lady Redmane? Perhaps we might talk to the woodsman? And, if our good cook Brunthor has reason to doubt this mage Daratin, should we be suspicious of the mirror and whatnot?
Galanodel Deacon Tosh - Less-than-Half-Elf Bard - & - Flitterbug - Pixie Sorceress : Meanwhile in the Westwoods
Amadow 'Tug' Rioux - Human Psionic Palooka : Revenge Heist - - - Gofer Bayut - Bugbear Paladin Messenger : Shrouded Sky
"Yes, Redemption, let us talk to Dirk. Surely he can show us green adventurers the way to start."
Brozak looks at Adri and say, "Uhh, by green, I simply meant relatively new to the adventuring lifestyle. My apologies." He sheepishly scurries to join Red at the bar.
To Dirk he says, "You said Lord, but mentioned a house. Was he an actual lord, as in noble, or are you merely using it generously? How did he make his living? If he was a lord, how big were his holdings and who is in control of them now that he is gone?"
Brozak - Red Dragonborn Paladin, lvl 2, Never Winter, Seldom Spring
"I'm in," chimes Abner. "I'm especially curious about that mirror. I just hope it wasn't the cause of Lord RedGuy's problems, somehow. Magic can be fickle sometimes."
"And if nobody's been over to check on their well-being, I'd say it's time." To Dirk, "Did Lord or Lady Redface have family in this area?"
(OCC: switching my color to Teal to distinguish myself from the DM.)
Dirk, currently jotting notes into a ledger, looks up at Red, Abner and Brozak as they approach and listens to each of their queries.
He provides you with brief, but simple and clear directions to the house on the outskirts of Neverwinter Wood. "I do not know much about the lord and his lady, I must admit. They hail from Waterdeep and wedded not long after meeting, if sources are to be believed. That was several years ago, and they moved to a house they had built on the edge of the Neverwinter Wood at some point since." He ponders for a moment. "I believe he bought the mirror for the lady as a gift." He watches Brunthor serving up carrot and pea soup to a young boy and his parents in the corner of the room with a fond smile. "As for Brunthor, he's always been suspicious of magic, but you may be right about the mirror. I've no reason to believe that Daratin would deceive us about the worth of the object, but it isn't outside of the realms of possibility." He clears his throat. "Where was I? Ah, Juglut!" He chuckles at the look of confusion on your face. "The woodsman, you'll find him at the Hunting Lodge at night - or in the wilds around here during the day."
"He was indeed a lord, my draconic friend. He retired with his lady wife to the forest edge some years ago. I could not say who is in charge of his holdings, if some unfortunate foul fate has befallen him." He looks troubled as he relays the information to you.
"Lord Redmane," he raises his eyebrows as he emphasises the name, "has no family local to here as far as I am aware. There may be some still in Waterdeep, but I didn't know them well enough to guarantee it."
Addressing all of you now, Dirk climbs to his feet. "If you'll excuse me gentlemen, I must tend to my flock!" The smile returns to his face as he strides over to the front door to welcome a tiefling man dressed in fine clothing, with pale skin and tall spiral horns.
"The most important step a person can take is always the next one." - Dalinar Kholin; Oathbringer
[ooc: from his directions, how far a journey and what kind of terrain. Asking to know what preparation we'll need]
Galanodel Deacon Tosh - Less-than-Half-Elf Bard - & - Flitterbug - Pixie Sorceress : Meanwhile in the Westwoods
Amadow 'Tug' Rioux - Human Psionic Palooka : Revenge Heist - - - Gofer Bayut - Bugbear Paladin Messenger : Shrouded Sky
[OoC]: Roughly 20 miles, the first 3 of which are following the High Road and the final 17 are over hilly terrain. He mentions that the house itself is a few hundred feet into the forest along a small woodland trail.
"The most important step a person can take is always the next one." - Dalinar Kholin; Oathbringer
Red shares all he knows with the others
If we go to find this Juglut, I suggest that Sister Adri and I not go. Who knows how welcoming the Hunting Lodge is, compared to this friendly inn. Lady Wildcloak is the most 'normal' of us, and also the most likely to understand the woodsman's natural subtleties. She and one other, maybe? But that puts my mind to something to watch for. I agree, Lady Druid, that we should be an honest group of adventurers.
Tail twitching and strained voice belie that Red is holding emotion in
But folks won't see it that way. We are friends, I thought, and your first thought of me was that I was proposing theft. I was a horrible person as a kid, but people assumed I was a hoodlum before I became one. Sister Adri and I will always be suspected, at least. Frankly, Madam, many folk believe all Halflings are "nimble-fingered" and plenty of rogues lie about being druids. Simple folk will fear our Brother Paladin, and even loveable Master Abner could raise an eyebrow and a ward against curses.
So not only honest, but scrupulously so. And with each other most of all. And if I joke about it all - the danger, the distrust, the spying we might have to do - I beg you to forgive me.
Galanodel Deacon Tosh - Less-than-Half-Elf Bard - & - Flitterbug - Pixie Sorceress : Meanwhile in the Westwoods
Amadow 'Tug' Rioux - Human Psionic Palooka : Revenge Heist - - - Gofer Bayut - Bugbear Paladin Messenger : Shrouded Sky
"Oh, no," Therne says. "It was our host, Dirk's words, that made me think he was implying we might be more interested in profit than aid."
[OOC: Therne was reacting to Dirk's words "perhaps there are family heirlooms waiting to be rescued"]
"I have been accused of worse myself, and with just as little reason. A creature's actions are far more important than their appearance."
Birgit | Shifter | Sorcerer | Dragonlords
Shayone | Hobgoblin | Sorcerer | Netherdeep
Red visibly relaxes
Then another thing for which I'll beg your forgiveness is my reaction. I have done worse things myself, and been indicted for valid reasons as well as accused for little. Neither anger at the one nor shame of the other bring out my best. Redemption is my path, not Atonement, and not just because of the obvious nickname.
Draws his bow and plays a proper fiddle tune, with a bit of a bow
...It's just a spring clean for the May queen. Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run There's still time to change the road you're on...
Galanodel Deacon Tosh - Less-than-Half-Elf Bard - & - Flitterbug - Pixie Sorceress : Meanwhile in the Westwoods
Amadow 'Tug' Rioux - Human Psionic Palooka : Revenge Heist - - - Gofer Bayut - Bugbear Paladin Messenger : Shrouded Sky
I don't mind accompanying Miss Therne to the lodge. Not that she can't handle herself, but I would rather her not go alone. I understand your concern's about our 'looks', but i am not that worried about the reaction of those in the lodge."
Brozak grins, showing his sharp teeth. He gives a little snort and small flames play along his teeth.
Brozak - Red Dragonborn Paladin, lvl 2, Never Winter, Seldom Spring