"You remind Paavu of Nilbog than Poet, Lark the so-called Artist."He states dryly, turns his head briefly towards a waving Rose, and then with a shake of his head appears to focus back on Lark. "This offering, I would accept. But cannot, I can. Not before slain bear is made meal of. It's strength made apart of Paavu, as is the way. But share? This one can, if little green even can."He chuckles and finally accepts heartily shakes Lark's hand; even lifting him up in the process before releasing him.
"This one as mentioned is Paavu Moonmire, mercernary for hire." Paavu then regards Rose once more, and gives her a long look. "Hm... Odd... You remind me of someone too, this one attest. How ver strange, I think."
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(Been meaning to make an actual post all day but kept getting distracted and having to come back and then of course I forget when I'm home. I'll try to get something up In a few)
Rose gets up and approaches the towering Paavu confidently. "Nice to meet you Paavu, I am Rose, cleric of Selûne. I rather like your clan name, though I suppose I would be biased in that regard." Rose chuckles softly. "If you are for hire, I believe the leader of this town is having an issue with some Orcs, I was just about to ask about as you arrived. If you are interested, I'm sure there will be plenty of fighting to be had, and I would not turn town any who wished to join in. Speaking of which,"
Rose turns back to the table and walks over to Harbin. "You did mention your town had an Orc problem yes? Would you please tell me about it in more detail. I might as well make myself useful while in town."
As the important members of the town continue their feasting, allowing the Heroes to do as they will for the moment, and enjoying general revelry and talking amongst themselves, atleast until the point where Lark had shouted 'Ogre!' causing a very temporary panic, before everyone saw Paavu, and the fear was replaced with confusion as they saw the corpse of a bear being dragged in by the 'ogre' which Torben seemed appalled at Excuse me! Get that filthy corpse out of here! You're interrupting our celebration, and dragging blood all over my relatively clean floor! Shoo Shoo! Torben making his way around the counter to make the 'shoo' motions directly in front of the tall man, which was humorous, considering his size, atleast for a human. Barely coming to Paavu's hip. If you desire special service atleast take it to the BACK! Fool! Barbarian! Savage! a continual string of similar soft admonishments flowing.
In the meantime, Rose had interrupted Harbins staring at the scene and after a moment he would stutter out a bemused A-heh.. yes yes.. We have a problem with some orcs up near Wyvern Tor. We have wanted posters all over town seeking aid in this. I believe Young Master Lark has already been informed of the details, or atleast I recall giving him them... But perhaps I'm wrong? Either way.. yes But I couldn't hope to impose such a request so immediately on the heroes of the town. I have heard the tales of those whom are saved by a hero only to immediately ask them to go straight back to the field.. and I feel it's.. presumptuous to do so. However, I wouldn't stop you or them from doing so at their own volition. I'm sure they would welcome your help since as far as I can gather one of their party was lost in the last skirmish. Harbin gives Rose the general breakdown that the orcs have been raiding their way down from the north, and are projected to continue towards Phandalin in due time. And offers her directions to it on the way from Phandalin. It's roughly three days travel north along the Triboar trail. When the road forks, you take a right, and after a while it should become obvious as the Tor is a massive scar in the mountains.
Back with Salazar the elf looks saddened, but not greif stricken. Oh, I see... I will pray for her soul .. Um, We were at best, aquaintences. I had asked her to assist me with a problem I had been attempting to solve, with a spellbook that needs to be deciphered... And that if she could get a silvered comb... she might appeal to the Banshee's vanity... giving Salazar the same details she had Alynoa, that the banshee lived in Conyberry or nearby, and that she had failed to convince the banshee herself. Would .. you take up this quest in her place? And.. she says, I.. I just realized.. she had the spellbook on her person.... D..did you manage to retrieve it before you left her?
Rose nods as Harbin gives her a quick run down of the info before quickly turning back towards Paavu, approaching him again and ignoring Torben entirely. "Well, how about it, you for hire Sir Moonmire. A share of the pay and spoils and a bit of fun to boot?"
Rose then focuses her attention to regard Lark.
"And perhaps the local hero Mr. Lark would care to join us? I would certainly appreciate the assistance. Ah but no need to rush out just yet. Today is a day to celebrate, and the towns existence is not in immediate peril just yet it seems."
It is only for a moment, but his iris started to turn a pale grey again before the man shake his head, dispelling... whatever that was over the mention of banshee. Afterwards, he looks to the ground, and is quiet for a short time. "I am afraid that neither were retrieved. Beleaguered as we were, it was a miracle we had even the focus to say any rites before the reminder of potentially endangered prisoners would compel us to see to them, and then--" He stops and rubs at his forehead. "Take our leave of the place, least we finally subcomed to the troubles still there."
There is another moment of silence before he breaks it with a heavy sigh, and drops his hand, revealing the mark on his forehead from displaced bangs. Just as a comment on it might've been made, the scholar looks up to the elf and say, "I am sorry. But I cannot promise any assistance, my Lady. After losing one and my own personal circumstances, we dare not face the thing that still dwells down there. Not yet, at least. But, if by some miracle our numbers swell again soon enough..."He trails off there on a hopeful not, but an apologetic look in his eyes.
Back with Paavu & Friends...
It's subtle, but Rose could swear Paavu twitched at the mention of 'clan name'. But he listened without interruption, and started to tap at the chin of his helmet in thought. Then Harbin broke in with his tirade, earning not just the behemoth's attention, but a full on glower as he stood tall once more and overshadowed the man. Yet, he said nothing. Not at first. Not until the man either got bored, tried to move or strike the goliath, dared even to touch the bear, OR -- as Paavu would prefer -- caught on to the fact that he was dressing down a giant of all people after having not the balls to tangle with the redbrands. At which point, and faster than most eyes can catch, Paavu snaps out a hand... and firmly grabs him by the shoulder.
"I ask that you... abstain from further insults. They are uncalled for. And unless 'you' desire physical conflict, are unnecessary to get one's point. Understand?"He asked calmly enough, but let his grip tighten just to the point of feeling painful without breaking anything. The old goliath had well over 40 years to practice not breaking things he did not mean to break. "Paavu take bear around back now. Meet you there. Clean up mess once bear secured. This I do, like Civil, Folk. Noone wants real savage here. Don't we?" He asked, eyes narrowing on the point. After which he let's go, gives the onlookers a curt nod in goodbye, then began hauling his catch around back as directed from the outside.
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Unperturbed by Paavus lack of response or the interaction between him and the innkeeper, Rose watches as he leaves dragging his haul behind him. This was certainly an odd group Rose thought to herself. The marked ones haven't met before, so it's unlikely they have plans that would require her Goddesses protection. Lark has already returned from his dive into adventure, yet he remains marked while his companion is not. Paavu on the other hand was not what she was expecting, and how he fit in still mystery. Rose trusted the reason the three of them were marked would become clear in time and simply shrugs to herself as Paavu leaves the inn. Once he has left, she turns back to Lark. "Well he seems amiable enough. So, what about you Lark. What exactly is your plan for the near future?"
The Innkeep seemed less afraid than the Goliath would expect. Perhaps it was being surrounded by so many people, including the town heros and such that emboldened him. And while he did clearly wince at the pain induces by the actions of the goliath, he stood firm. Narrowing his eyes back at the massive man, though it looked comical from any outside perspective, which was clear as everyone else in the tavern, including Droop had been transfixed until it had ended. Torben dusting off his clothing after Paavu had left, and returning to his duties. Leaving Droop to run up to Rose and say Hey, you're small, like me. How can you stand up and talk to dat big guy without pissin your panties? You're only a little bigger than his foot! I could nevah do dat. The guy... Lark.. who apparently is actually a goblin, and not a reddie... saved me from some guys almost as big as dat guy... my tree big cousins. Always pickin on me....
Garielle looks a little distraught that her request.. and trust.. may have not only cost her her promotion, but the spellbook itself... but with a heavy sigh, and her hands moving religiously in the obvious signs adherent to Tymora, she closes her eyes, and says I.. it's fine. But I hope you can retrieve it... without it, I have no future... atleast if I still had the spellbook itself.. I could beg for another trial... I'm sorry, it probably sounds as if I'm guilting you now... And that is not my intention. I.. Will be by the shrine of Tymora... as always if.. somehting changes...
Sildar finally addressing the currently gathered. Well today certainly is lively. A celebration, A giant... A halfling, a goblin bard that has become the hero of the town, a bear being dragged into an Inn.... Never before have I seen such anomalies. But it makes for a good weekend tale over ale. But I must ask Lark... Have you .. found out anything about anyone named Glasstaff, or Iarno? One is the leader of the Reds, either deceased in your combat or still hidden. The latter is an old friend of mine.... In fact, have any of you heard tell of where my friend Gundren might be? Or any clues?
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"Yes Lady Rose," Lark responds to the initial question from the Halfling, "this is an ending that I would not miss for all the goodies in Mithril Hall. Besides, if not myself, than who shall tell of our tale. Some mumble-news of a bard that will muck up the details more than likely. Not on my watch!"
Lark watches the exchange between Torben and Paavu with keen interest, but remains quiet. After they remove the bear to the rear of the building, anyone nearby can hear Lark muttering something about "brass balls" under his breath. He returns to the table with Rose and Droop.
"To be honest my Lady, planning has never been my strong suit. While I am a staunch recorder of events, the efficacy of causation escape me. Long ago, Master poet who freed me from my bondage, imparted to me some wisdom." Lark voice deepens to a raspy baritone, "Lark, my boy, always do what makes for a better story." His voice returning to normal, he adds, "So that how I go about things."
In response to Sildar's prompting, "Ahh yes, well about that. It pains me to inform you that your old friend and Glasstaff were in deed the same person. Though we knew not when we slew him. He carried a letter with the sigil of a black spider, and had been warned about you by the mysterious figure bearing that mark. The presence of other goblinkin was something we were not expecting and surmise them to have been cooperating to some nefarious end. Several of the more conversational Redbrands had mentioned that Gundren may have been removed to Cragmaw Castle."
Lark is watching Sildar's reaction to the news of Glasstaffs death and the black spider mark, checking to see if there is any glint of recognition insight4.
Should Lark notice something, he will press for details. "Does the black spider insignia mean anything of import to you Master Sildar?"
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Rose chuckles at Larks impression and replies gleefully "Well then, that's fair enough. At least no one could accuse you of being boring with that philosophy."When Droop approaches Rose she puts a hand on his shoulder to comfort him. "Well my small friend, I knew he would not harm me if I didn't give him a reason to. But more importantly, ones size is not a weakness. When I was young I often got into many fights. Many of the people I fought were bigger, older, and stronger than myself. But despite all that I won more of those fights than not. Because when someone is bigger than you they often don't see you as a threat. They think they can bully you, push you around and get them to do things they want because in their mind they are bigger and stronger. People like that never see it coming when you go for a punch." Rose let's go of Droop and pats her warhammer gently. "For me, I find that I'm just the right height that my trusty kneecapper can bring most baddies down to size. Anyway, if someone bigger than you tries to bully you, let them think their better. When they let their guard down, go for the knees. It's always worked for me. And if you're not quite strong enough to punch hard, an old friend of mine once taught me a handy trick with a rock and a glove..."
Rose starts to trail off as she become more aware of the conversation going on next to her. Rose wasn't paying much attention to the conversation between Lark and Sildar, but she did catch the tail end of it. She tries to think back on her studies of religions and the history of the sword coast to see if this symbol may be anything she has read or heard about.
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Salazar lofts a white brow in bemusement over all the talk of trials and promotions, but otherwise held his tongue until she finished her piece. "No need to apologize. The evil that lurks there yet is one I already have every intention of seeing to... Someday." A weak smile flickers momentarily into being before fading once more into solemn neutrality. "I am sorry I could not offer a more... favorable answer. But as soon as the matter is seen to, you will be informed as soon as possible. This I solemnly swear." Following a formal head bow, the Scholar rose and offered Garielle a hand up if she hadn't already stood for herself. "Feel free to stay for a while and enjoy the celebrations though, if for no other reason than to not make this trip a complete waste for you." He offered as well. Even if her answer is to leave, Salazar simply nods understandingly and escorts her to the entrance of the Inn.
With Paavu...
True to his word, Paavu circles the building in search of backdoor to knock at. Gently. At least, as gently as he could for his size while also still hopefully gaining the attention of anyone on the otherside. If he finds no door at all however...
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He would sigh heavily, and decide to set-up a makeshift work area using whatever was available to cobble together. Fortunately, most of the blood had been drained out in the wilds to prevent the meat from going bad. So, all that really was left was to skin, harvest a few bones, and largely make sure all the unusable parts were set aside to throw to some local dogs later.
If let inside however, he halfheartedly glares at Tolben(if the one that answers), but asks politely to make use of a backroom to harvest up the bear. What isn't discarded or kept as per his honoring ritual(namely the heart and a few fangs) he offers to Toblen as payment for use of the room.
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Sildar listens with rapt attention, his face a mask of stone to the very end. At which point, his head looks forward, elbows places on the table, and fingers lacing together to provide support as he visibly deflates. Atleast as much as a man of his build could. A heavy sigh finally working it's way out of his throat before he finds the will to clear it. And sitting tall once more, appearing now as a man who despite his reaction, is one who knows there are better times for regret or greif. Then it seems I have lost two friends within a tenday of eachother, and I was bound, and unable to do anything about it. I thank you for informing me. The silver lining is two birds have been killed with a single pebble... at the very least. I can now report that Glasstaff was indeed my missing friend Iarno. And as such.. My duty is now to report back to the Lords Alliance in Watrdeep. his comment drawing a few glances from soem of the mor important looking people, but no ruckus beyond it.
Unfortunately, I have heard nothing of this 'Black Spider' nor have I any knowledge of such a symbol I hate to admit, But I can add its existence to my report. he said. And Lark was pretty sure he meant what he said, though it seemed for the bard, the mans expression was unreadable.
Droop listens intently but by his constant head shaking it's clear hes not so sure. I--uh... Dunno. Last time i tried to punch soemoen i broke my fist.. and when i tried to club my cousin a painful tingle went up my arm! and then I got clobbered! Maybe you can do it but I don't think I can. I can barely lift my own arms! The only thing I'm good at is being quiet. And dats prolly cause i learned how to be quiet when my family was near... But.. uh.. thanks for the pep talk. I still don't think i can do it but like... I feel better about it, ya know? And Lark dere tells me I'm gonna be a secretary. And whispers around the goblin tunnels are that all secretaries are sexy! or somehting like that! So I must be quite the looker! he says flashing a smile with several teeth missing, giving him the charm of someone you pity because they're just so..... so...... yeah....
As Droop continues on explaining himself horribly, Rose begins to ponder and try to recollect anything at all. She rules out religion entirely. Unless it had to do with Lolth herself which was also ruled out, as the spider wasn't intricate enough based on what she had been told. And nary a thing was mentioned about it in history. Though a snipped of a word flitted into her mind. Somewhere along her trail to Phandelver about some whispers of a dark power seeking even more. Or at-least a very powerful and influential person pulling the strings. Aside from this there was effectively nothing known, atleast not by a certain Halfling.
Garrie simply nodded, but it was clear she was distraught. Her lips were terse with pointless mumblings as she considered her situation before finally sighing with resignation. It seems I'm fated to wait then. And I don't entirely blame you. I'm sure there were circumstances I am unaware of. But do please not make me an old maid before then. I may be an elf but even we don't have an eternity.... May Tymora smile on you... she said but her dreariness was woven into the words, whether by intention or not. And at your offer to join the revelry it was clear that she had no intention of going. Her mood would only be doured by the celebration. She soberly leaves the area while Rose is figuring things out.
As Paavu gets around to the back door, Torben pulls out his Dwarven hand cannon and deals 1044 damage Blowing a masive hole int Paavu's skull.
Just kidding. But I had to.
As Paavu makes his way around, he finds the Larder door, which is a bit larger than the normal doors. And after a moment, one of the other workers opens the door, and is shocked by what she see's but Torben, giving her a reassuring hand, and Paavu a medusa's glare to match but he otherwise stayed civil. Allowing Paavu to do what he needed to.
Rose looks deep in thought before shrugging indifferently and turning her attention back to Droop. "Its ok, my methods don't work for everyone. And being quite can be a useful talent all on it's own, especially when paired with a good set of ears. Speaking of, Droop, you wouldn't know anything about this Black Spider our friend Lark is talking about would you?"
Once she got an answer, regardless if Droop knows anything useful or not, Rose puts another comforting hand on Droops shoulder and smiles at him. "I hope you enjoy being a secretary Droop. Just don't let anyone bully you. Bullies shouldn't be tolerated, no matter how much bigger they are than you."
As Rose is talking to Droop she notices the elf leave the Inn. Rose frowns, having heard she was looking for the deceased member of this group, she had hoped she didn't take the news to badly. But other than observe she made no attempt to speak with the elf or draw her attention. Rose was more curious about this Black Spider. Could it be why Lark was marked? Could it be a person or perhaps a group? There was clearly more going on here than she thought at first. Rose turned back to the table, lost in thought.
Salazar is not far behind the elf, having kept to his word about the escort. Once she is out of sight, the man found himself standing there staring at the door, brushing a hand through long undone braids, and muttering to himself about something or other. "... Oh, right. There's still that." He mutters, noticing the gathering once more as if after thought, and joining the table. If not at least partially caught up on what happened, he would volunteer the information about glasstaff himself in a solemn note, or at least start too until someone inevitably interrupts.
"About your returning, Sir Sildar. Is it not word you could have sent back by messenger? There are still caravans -- er, well, at least travelers coming and going from Phandalin. Could be one about that can be trusted to make such a delivery, if at least in part?"He asked with a somewhat worried look on his face. "I-I ask not to avoid or... prolong any possible inquiry or judgement thrown my way, having slain your friend, regardless of reasoning behind it. I ask for Phandalin's sake. Because now with the Redbrands gone... well, an added hand or two on deck to guard the town could be in order."He places a hand on his chest. "I would of course offer at least my own services. For... a time, at least. But... between the other mission tasked our group, and... needing to resolve this thing here--"He brushes aside his bangs long enough to reveal the mark.
"Which, is another story in itself that I'll get to soon enough.... Frankly speaking, sir, the town could use all the help they can get."He chuckles. "It's not as if more reputable mercs are lining up at the moment, unfortunately. You get where I am coming from, right sir? Townmaster? Lark? Uhm, Rose, I guess? You three get where I'm coming from too, yes?"
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Lark begins to chuckle a little. "Droop, being a secretary is not about being sexy. But, it is a position of power. You can tell people to wait, and they HAVE to do so. You can tell people things like 'you can't go in there' and 'do you have an appointment?' Very powerful verbage there. I may be a but biased what words have incredible sway over some folks. Use it well."
"Having witnessed what I have of your friends demise, take comfort in knowing it a lot more than a pebble. I feel remorse for your loss. Was he Lord's Alliance as well?" Lark asks of Sir Sildar.
Watching the elf leave the tavern and seeing Salazar's furrowed brow, Lark understands little of what took place between them. But he knows the look of emotional weight carried by Salazar. As the scholar begins his speech to Sir Sildar, Lark sits quietly, though he looks like he wants to interrupt at a few points. He waits until the question is asked at the end.
"Our friend Rose and I were just having discourse about that very subject. I speak for all of us except the Ogre when I say we are interested in seeing this through."
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Droop looked to Rose as he had began to pad away, turning around once more to shake his head in an angular fashion. N-no... err.. yes. I mean uh... Yes and no? Droops hands begin wringing like he was nervous at having to answer and he was looking around the room, even as he shrunk into himself. I-I... I.. I mean, I know of him? But I don't know about him? Like how uh... you know of your mudda and fada, but like... you don't know your twelfth cousin eight times removed Y'know? Hes like the guy you never hear about. Ya bosses bosses boss, who lives in a cave twelve miles away... So i know he exists.. but dats it... even as Roses tiny hand came for him, he flinched, expecting a blow, and after such a blow didn't come, he slowly looks from around his shoulder to her, he managed to nod and smile a bit, laughing at his own reaction in an anxious way. Y-yeah, I'll try my best...
Everyone else watching this exchange with interest but not interrupting as they feasted. Droop starting to walk to the corner, likely to wallow in embarrassment.
Sildar perks up upon hearing his name, and looks Salazar in the eyes after having escorted the woman out. I'm afraid not. I cannot trust this report to anyone outside of the Lords Alliance itself. Which as it stands, is just me. I could offer any of you a position within their ranks, but even then it can only be done after the completion of this task. Nor can I trust a carrier animal. If given to a civillian, or entrusted to a bird or something akin to either, they could be working for an enemy, or be ambushed by one. Thus if I did so, I would be directly responsible for the deaths of the uninvolved, and or the entire loss of a report, to say the least. He laces his fingers together as he shifts position to better face the Cleric. I understand your concerns about Phandalins future, and it warms my heart that such a concerned citizen exists, and that I am honored to have met them. But as I said before. I am not so free as you. I have sworn an oath that I cannot forsake. No matter how much I may dislike it.
His expression turns serious but not threatening, as if he's about to reveal a painful truth.
gI will, however, be frank. Its the least you deserve. There is nothing I wish more than to charge off with you to save my friend Gundren. There was nothing I wished more to do the last time you asked as well. But my role is not that of an adventurer. And as such, my free will is somewhat constrained. In a way I envy your freedom. I hope you can understand that my words and actions are in opposition with my own desires. As for punishment.. Why would you be judged? Yes, he was my friend, but he was also a Criminal. Iarno... Glasstaff made his choices. And all actions have consequences. WHile I would have preferred for him to be jailed for questioning, there is no point crying over spilled cream.
However, should this allay your fears, I have sent word to Neverwinter to station a few Lords Alliance here, and they should be here within the next few days time. And I will remain here at least so long as to allow them to arrive before I depart.
Harbin nods emphatically to everything Sildar was saying, offering smiles and other such gestures, as he waited for Sildar to finish. In that time Torben had made his way back to the front counter to begin taking orders once more, for those who were not directly related to the small feast. Indeed, Indeed! We haven't been scratching our rumps while you were gone. Sildar and I have been discussing some things, and your destruction of the redbrands has only accelerated our plans! We shall be fine in the meantime, I assure you. Sildar is a master warrior... so long as he's not getting ambushed eh? the townmaster says, as he elbows into Sildars armor. Drawing Sildars ire, as the rest of the gathered burst into laughter around him. Forcing the otherwise stoic soldiers face to hue, if only so much as he closed his eyes.
Be that as it may... With this task completed, and some of you mentioning a Cragmaw Castle... I am willing to offer a reward of five hundred gold, should you manage to find such a place, drive out it's leader, and bring back any information you can about Wave Echo Cave. All of this is somehow tied in with my original mission with Gundren. And Was indirectly part of the task we hired you for in the first place, however we had not expected these... complications. You were bringing supplies for us to find this cave without needing to restock for a month. And now, as you've been drug ever more into it, I no longer feel it nessecary to hide our intentions. Unfortunately... I know little more beyond that, and I am not truly sure how much more Gundren knows. However he was adamant he had found the cave, and the map was taken with him.
I understand you are to deal with the orcs first from what I've been overhearing. But please, try to find my friend for me in due time. I am not sure how he might be holding up. With his knowledge he may be getting treated fairly if only because of it. Or, he could be being tortured. I'd personally rather not think about it.
Droop who had been wallowing and pitying himself listens to Larks description with apathy, at least until he hears the rest of what the bard has to say. His ears perk up and he suddenly seemed energized and excited. Ya mean your kings are called secretaries?! So like, I'm gonna be a ruler?!?!?!?! Grackin sweet. I'll be the best secretary this towns ever seen. Gonna make some real changes around here! as Droop clearly falls into his own world, imagining all the good he was going to do as a royal secretary, Sildar nods at Larks latter statements. Indeed. Though 'former' seems to fit better. Now that I know what I know. And thank you for your concern. It is more appreciated than it may seem. But whats done is done, and what was done was Justice.
Salazar had lofted a brow at the mention of 'Our friend Rose', and then even began forming a sly smirk.... until Lark spoke of an Ogre. Confused, he began looking to the rest for confirmation, as well as the general area for any sign of such a creature. Fortunately, he is drawn from that strange line of thought by Sildar. His head drooped in the beginning, yet he nodded all the same. Sildar was a man of principle and Oaths, so he could not fault him from sticking to it. Even when no doubt his conscience screamed at the older fellow whenever an immediate need to do good presented itself.
Harbin is given a more dubious glance for his part. But seeing as Sildar hadn't immediately denied his claims, and even went on to mention further reward for assaulting the castle, Salazar expression brightened, if only just. Perhaps the old knight might not at least be /immediately/ leaving Phandalin for his report! Even if for only a few days, perhaps then... Perhaps then Salazar would have one less thing to worry over since being set on his path by Zalidar...
Shaking his head, he pushes aside the thought and bowed his head to Sildar. "I understand... Unfortunately, I too am not as free anymore. Not least I run the risk of feeding this monster we discovered within the hideout. And even if it should be slain, I.... am not confident I will be able to leave town any time soon. Not personally." At which point he looks to Rose and Lark(and by extension Droop) with a grim expression. He starts and stops twice over to say something before with a final huff, he holds out the staff and a decently heavy pouch filled seemingly with coin and more "These are for you. Both what you are owed, and what I can only entrust to you... because for the time being at least, our paths are different ones."
Lark's Pouch Contains: 90sp, 50gp, 2 Carnelians(worth 10gp each), 1 Peridot (worth 15gp), and One Potion of Healing
"You'll have to take your time with the Staff and... I hate to use the word as there are some negative connotations with it, but... sort of... bind yourself to it. Don't worry -- The binding is easy to break. Just takes a little time. But trust me, you will want it."He says to Lark, and once the pouch and staff is hopefully taken, he turns to Rose next. "As for you. If you two plan to join in the endeavor for a time, you may wish to outfit yourself better preemptively. If not at Barthens, then the Lioncoaster. So, unless things are being given freely to anyone helping the town--" He pauses there and gives Harbin a questioning look. If the man doesn't say 'yes', with a soft chuckle, he pulls out a silken pouch and holds it out to Rose. "Here. Its... a lot, but consider it how much faith I'm putting in you." Salazar adds with a small smile.
Rose's Pouch Contains: 30sp, 30gp, 2 Carnelions(worth 10gp each), 1 Peridot (worth 15gp), and a small note with the words 'Good Luck' written in Celestial.
"Now, what's this about an Ogre before..?"
Meanwhile, Paavu continues his carving in the back, having long since removed the hide itself for drying, and gotten into parting the rest of the meat. Despite his size, the being is fairly dexterous in body, and nimble fingered. He even cleaned up any spills as much as he could with any supplies already around. At this point he calls over to any server or cook in the back and says, "Paavu nearly done. Soon ready to cook, and smoke, and more. If want choice piece, you come here or simply say which part, and Paavu set aside for your prep later."He said, sounding almost cheerful after all the work. "If not know how cook or prep bear, then Paavu can teach good recipe or two."
(Just for funsies... Insight: 17.)
(Accidentally reposted below. Lol.)
Yog - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Stars/Celestial (Libretalia)
Nobody - [Feral-Tiefling]Wizard/Sorcerer - War/Draconic (HoTDQ)
Jack Vicvan - [Eladrin]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Dreams/Archfey
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Xanrazan - [Earth Genasi]Bard - College of Swords(Shadowthorn's Princess of the Apocalypse)
"You remind Paavu of Nilbog than Poet, Lark the so-called Artist." He states dryly, turns his head briefly towards a waving Rose, and then with a shake of his head appears to focus back on Lark. "This offering, I would accept. But cannot, I can. Not before slain bear is made meal of. It's strength made apart of Paavu, as is the way. But share? This one can, if little green even can." He chuckles and finally accepts heartily shakes Lark's hand; even lifting him up in the process before releasing him.
"This one as mentioned is Paavu Moonmire, mercernary for hire." Paavu then regards Rose once more, and gives her a long look. "Hm... Odd... You remind me of someone too, this one attest. How ver strange, I think."
Yog - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Stars/Celestial (Libretalia)
Nobody - [Feral-Tiefling]Wizard/Sorcerer - War/Draconic (HoTDQ)
Jack Vicvan - [Eladrin]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Dreams/Archfey
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Xanrazan - [Earth Genasi]Bard - College of Swords(Shadowthorn's Princess of the Apocalypse)
(Nothing for me to respond to as DM, but I think I will in fact seek a 4th for you guys. so I'll make that thread tonight after some errands.)
Occassional Dungeon Master.
(Been meaning to make an actual post all day but kept getting distracted and having to come back and then of course I forget when I'm home. I'll try to get something up In a few)
Rose gets up and approaches the towering Paavu confidently. "Nice to meet you Paavu, I am Rose, cleric of Selûne. I rather like your clan name, though I suppose I would be biased in that regard." Rose chuckles softly. "If you are for hire, I believe the leader of this town is having an issue with some Orcs, I was just about to ask about as you arrived. If you are interested, I'm sure there will be plenty of fighting to be had, and I would not turn town any who wished to join in. Speaking of which,"
Rose turns back to the table and walks over to Harbin. "You did mention your town had an Orc problem yes? Would you please tell me about it in more detail. I might as well make myself useful while in town."
As the important members of the town continue their feasting, allowing the Heroes to do as they will for the moment, and enjoying general revelry and talking amongst themselves, atleast until the point where Lark had shouted 'Ogre!' causing a very temporary panic, before everyone saw Paavu, and the fear was replaced with confusion as they saw the corpse of a bear being dragged in by the 'ogre' which Torben seemed appalled at Excuse me! Get that filthy corpse out of here! You're interrupting our celebration, and dragging blood all over my relatively clean floor! Shoo Shoo! Torben making his way around the counter to make the 'shoo' motions directly in front of the tall man, which was humorous, considering his size, atleast for a human. Barely coming to Paavu's hip. If you desire special service atleast take it to the BACK! Fool! Barbarian! Savage! a continual string of similar soft admonishments flowing.
In the meantime, Rose had interrupted Harbins staring at the scene and after a moment he would stutter out a bemused A-heh.. yes yes.. We have a problem with some orcs up near Wyvern Tor. We have wanted posters all over town seeking aid in this. I believe Young Master Lark has already been informed of the details, or atleast I recall giving him them... But perhaps I'm wrong? Either way.. yes But I couldn't hope to impose such a request so immediately on the heroes of the town. I have heard the tales of those whom are saved by a hero only to immediately ask them to go straight back to the field.. and I feel it's.. presumptuous to do so. However, I wouldn't stop you or them from doing so at their own volition. I'm sure they would welcome your help since as far as I can gather one of their party was lost in the last skirmish. Harbin gives Rose the general breakdown that the orcs have been raiding their way down from the north, and are projected to continue towards Phandalin in due time. And offers her directions to it on the way from Phandalin. It's roughly three days travel north along the Triboar trail. When the road forks, you take a right, and after a while it should become obvious as the Tor is a massive scar in the mountains.
Back with Salazar the elf looks saddened, but not greif stricken. Oh, I see... I will pray for her soul .. Um, We were at best, aquaintences. I had asked her to assist me with a problem I had been attempting to solve, with a spellbook that needs to be deciphered... And that if she could get a silvered comb... she might appeal to the Banshee's vanity... giving Salazar the same details she had Alynoa, that the banshee lived in Conyberry or nearby, and that she had failed to convince the banshee herself. Would .. you take up this quest in her place? And.. she says, I.. I just realized.. she had the spellbook on her person.... D..did you manage to retrieve it before you left her?
Occassional Dungeon Master.
Rose nods as Harbin gives her a quick run down of the info before quickly turning back towards Paavu, approaching him again and ignoring Torben entirely. "Well, how about it, you for hire Sir Moonmire. A share of the pay and spoils and a bit of fun to boot?"
Rose then focuses her attention to regard Lark.
"And perhaps the local hero Mr. Lark would care to join us? I would certainly appreciate the assistance. Ah but no need to rush out just yet. Today is a day to celebrate, and the towns existence is not in immediate peril just yet it seems."
Salazar & Elf
It is only for a moment, but his iris started to turn a pale grey again before the man shake his head, dispelling... whatever that was over the mention of banshee. Afterwards, he looks to the ground, and is quiet for a short time. "I am afraid that neither were retrieved. Beleaguered as we were, it was a miracle we had even the focus to say any rites before the reminder of potentially endangered prisoners would compel us to see to them, and then--" He stops and rubs at his forehead. "Take our leave of the place, least we finally subcomed to the troubles still there."
There is another moment of silence before he breaks it with a heavy sigh, and drops his hand, revealing the mark on his forehead from displaced bangs. Just as a comment on it might've been made, the scholar looks up to the elf and say, "I am sorry. But I cannot promise any assistance, my Lady. After losing one and my own personal circumstances, we dare not face the thing that still dwells down there. Not yet, at least. But, if by some miracle our numbers swell again soon enough..." He trails off there on a hopeful not, but an apologetic look in his eyes.
Back with Paavu & Friends...
It's subtle, but Rose could swear Paavu twitched at the mention of 'clan name'. But he listened without interruption, and started to tap at the chin of his helmet in thought. Then Harbin broke in with his tirade, earning not just the behemoth's attention, but a full on glower as he stood tall once more and overshadowed the man. Yet, he said nothing. Not at first. Not until the man either got bored, tried to move or strike the goliath, dared even to touch the bear, OR -- as Paavu would prefer -- caught on to the fact that he was dressing down a giant of all people after having not the balls to tangle with the redbrands. At which point, and faster than most eyes can catch, Paavu snaps out a hand... and firmly grabs him by the shoulder.
"I ask that you... abstain from further insults. They are uncalled for. And unless 'you' desire physical conflict, are unnecessary to get one's point. Understand?" He asked calmly enough, but let his grip tighten just to the point of feeling painful without breaking anything. The old goliath had well over 40 years to practice not breaking things he did not mean to break. "Paavu take bear around back now. Meet you there. Clean up mess once bear secured. This I do, like Civil, Folk. Noone wants real savage here. Don't we?" He asked, eyes narrowing on the point. After which he let's go, gives the onlookers a curt nod in goodbye, then began hauling his catch around back as directed from the outside.
Yog - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Stars/Celestial (Libretalia)
Nobody - [Feral-Tiefling]Wizard/Sorcerer - War/Draconic (HoTDQ)
Jack Vicvan - [Eladrin]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Dreams/Archfey
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Xanrazan - [Earth Genasi]Bard - College of Swords(Shadowthorn's Princess of the Apocalypse)
Unperturbed by Paavus lack of response or the interaction between him and the innkeeper, Rose watches as he leaves dragging his haul behind him. This was certainly an odd group Rose thought to herself. The marked ones haven't met before, so it's unlikely they have plans that would require her Goddesses protection. Lark has already returned from his dive into adventure, yet he remains marked while his companion is not. Paavu on the other hand was not what she was expecting, and how he fit in still mystery. Rose trusted the reason the three of them were marked would become clear in time and simply shrugs to herself as Paavu leaves the inn. Once he has left, she turns back to Lark. "Well he seems amiable enough. So, what about you Lark. What exactly is your plan for the near future?"
The Innkeep seemed less afraid than the Goliath would expect. Perhaps it was being surrounded by so many people, including the town heros and such that emboldened him. And while he did clearly wince at the pain induces by the actions of the goliath, he stood firm. Narrowing his eyes back at the massive man, though it looked comical from any outside perspective, which was clear as everyone else in the tavern, including Droop had been transfixed until it had ended. Torben dusting off his clothing after Paavu had left, and returning to his duties. Leaving Droop to run up to Rose and say Hey, you're small, like me. How can you stand up and talk to dat big guy without pissin your panties? You're only a little bigger than his foot! I could nevah do dat. The guy... Lark.. who apparently is actually a goblin, and not a reddie... saved me from some guys almost as big as dat guy... my tree big cousins. Always pickin on me....
Garielle looks a little distraught that her request.. and trust.. may have not only cost her her promotion, but the spellbook itself... but with a heavy sigh, and her hands moving religiously in the obvious signs adherent to Tymora, she closes her eyes, and says I.. it's fine. But I hope you can retrieve it... without it, I have no future... atleast if I still had the spellbook itself.. I could beg for another trial... I'm sorry, it probably sounds as if I'm guilting you now... And that is not my intention. I.. Will be by the shrine of Tymora... as always if.. somehting changes...
Sildar finally addressing the currently gathered. Well today certainly is lively. A celebration, A giant... A halfling, a goblin bard that has become the hero of the town, a bear being dragged into an Inn.... Never before have I seen such anomalies. But it makes for a good weekend tale over ale. But I must ask Lark... Have you .. found out anything about anyone named Glasstaff, or Iarno? One is the leader of the Reds, either deceased in your combat or still hidden. The latter is an old friend of mine.... In fact, have any of you heard tell of where my friend Gundren might be? Or any clues?
Occassional Dungeon Master.
"Yes Lady Rose," Lark responds to the initial question from the Halfling, "this is an ending that I would not miss for all the goodies in Mithril Hall. Besides, if not myself, than who shall tell of our tale. Some mumble-news of a bard that will muck up the details more than likely. Not on my watch!"
Lark watches the exchange between Torben and Paavu with keen interest, but remains quiet. After they remove the bear to the rear of the building, anyone nearby can hear Lark muttering something about "brass balls" under his breath. He returns to the table with Rose and Droop.
"To be honest my Lady, planning has never been my strong suit. While I am a staunch recorder of events, the efficacy of causation escape me. Long ago, Master poet who freed me from my bondage, imparted to me some wisdom." Lark voice deepens to a raspy baritone, "Lark, my boy, always do what makes for a better story." His voice returning to normal, he adds, "So that how I go about things."
In response to Sildar's prompting, "Ahh yes, well about that. It pains me to inform you that your old friend and Glasstaff were in deed the same person. Though we knew not when we slew him. He carried a letter with the sigil of a black spider, and had been warned about you by the mysterious figure bearing that mark. The presence of other goblinkin was something we were not expecting and surmise them to have been cooperating to some nefarious end. Several of the more conversational Redbrands had mentioned that Gundren may have been removed to Cragmaw Castle."
Lark is watching Sildar's reaction to the news of Glasstaffs death and the black spider mark, checking to see if there is any glint of recognition insight 4.
Should Lark notice something, he will press for details. "Does the black spider insignia mean anything of import to you Master Sildar?"
Lark- Goblin Bard 2- Lost Mines Gr-A/ AC 13 HP 15, passive perception 11
DM- Sunless Citadel PbP// Waterdeep Dragon Heist (IRL F2F)// Adventurers League (F2F LGS)
Rose chuckles at Larks impression and replies gleefully "Well then, that's fair enough. At least no one could accuse you of being boring with that philosophy." When Droop approaches Rose she puts a hand on his shoulder to comfort him. "Well my small friend, I knew he would not harm me if I didn't give him a reason to. But more importantly, ones size is not a weakness. When I was young I often got into many fights. Many of the people I fought were bigger, older, and stronger than myself. But despite all that I won more of those fights than not. Because when someone is bigger than you they often don't see you as a threat. They think they can bully you, push you around and get them to do things they want because in their mind they are bigger and stronger. People like that never see it coming when you go for a punch." Rose let's go of Droop and pats her warhammer gently. "For me, I find that I'm just the right height that my trusty kneecapper can bring most baddies down to size. Anyway, if someone bigger than you tries to bully you, let them think their better. When they let their guard down, go for the knees. It's always worked for me. And if you're not quite strong enough to punch hard, an old friend of mine once taught me a handy trick with a rock and a glove..."
Rose starts to trail off as she become more aware of the conversation going on next to her. Rose wasn't paying much attention to the conversation between Lark and Sildar, but she did catch the tail end of it. She tries to think back on her studies of religions and the history of the sword coast to see if this symbol may be anything she has read or heard about.
Religion: 23
History: 5
With Salazar...
Salazar lofts a white brow in bemusement over all the talk of trials and promotions, but otherwise held his tongue until she finished her piece. "No need to apologize. The evil that lurks there yet is one I already have every intention of seeing to... Someday." A weak smile flickers momentarily into being before fading once more into solemn neutrality. "I am sorry I could not offer a more... favorable answer. But as soon as the matter is seen to, you will be informed as soon as possible. This I solemnly swear." Following a formal head bow, the Scholar rose and offered Garielle a hand up if she hadn't already stood for herself. "Feel free to stay for a while and enjoy the celebrations though, if for no other reason than to not make this trip a complete waste for you." He offered as well. Even if her answer is to leave, Salazar simply nods understandingly and escorts her to the entrance of the Inn.
With Paavu...
True to his word, Paavu circles the building in search of backdoor to knock at. Gently. At least, as gently as he could for his size while also still hopefully gaining the attention of anyone on the otherside. If he finds no door at all however...
???(DC 8): 7.
He would sigh heavily, and decide to set-up a makeshift work area using whatever was available to cobble together. Fortunately, most of the blood had been drained out in the wilds to prevent the meat from going bad. So, all that really was left was to skin, harvest a few bones, and largely make sure all the unusable parts were set aside to throw to some local dogs later.
If let inside however, he halfheartedly glares at Tolben(if the one that answers), but asks politely to make use of a backroom to harvest up the bear. What isn't discarded or kept as per his honoring ritual(namely the heart and a few fangs) he offers to Toblen as payment for use of the room.
Yog - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Stars/Celestial (Libretalia)
Nobody - [Feral-Tiefling]Wizard/Sorcerer - War/Draconic (HoTDQ)
Jack Vicvan - [Eladrin]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Dreams/Archfey
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Xanrazan - [Earth Genasi]Bard - College of Swords(Shadowthorn's Princess of the Apocalypse)
Sildar listens with rapt attention, his face a mask of stone to the very end. At which point, his head looks forward, elbows places on the table, and fingers lacing together to provide support as he visibly deflates. Atleast as much as a man of his build could. A heavy sigh finally working it's way out of his throat before he finds the will to clear it. And sitting tall once more, appearing now as a man who despite his reaction, is one who knows there are better times for regret or greif. Then it seems I have lost two friends within a tenday of eachother, and I was bound, and unable to do anything about it. I thank you for informing me. The silver lining is two birds have been killed with a single pebble... at the very least. I can now report that Glasstaff was indeed my missing friend Iarno. And as such.. My duty is now to report back to the Lords Alliance in Watrdeep. his comment drawing a few glances from soem of the mor important looking people, but no ruckus beyond it.
Unfortunately, I have heard nothing of this 'Black Spider' nor have I any knowledge of such a symbol I hate to admit, But I can add its existence to my report. he said. And Lark was pretty sure he meant what he said, though it seemed for the bard, the mans expression was unreadable.
Droop listens intently but by his constant head shaking it's clear hes not so sure. I--uh... Dunno. Last time i tried to punch soemoen i broke my fist.. and when i tried to club my cousin a painful tingle went up my arm! and then I got clobbered! Maybe you can do it but I don't think I can. I can barely lift my own arms! The only thing I'm good at is being quiet. And dats prolly cause i learned how to be quiet when my family was near... But.. uh.. thanks for the pep talk. I still don't think i can do it but like... I feel better about it, ya know? And Lark dere tells me I'm gonna be a secretary. And whispers around the goblin tunnels are that all secretaries are sexy! or somehting like that! So I must be quite the looker! he says flashing a smile with several teeth missing, giving him the charm of someone you pity because they're just so..... so...... yeah....
As Droop continues on explaining himself horribly, Rose begins to ponder and try to recollect anything at all. She rules out religion entirely. Unless it had to do with Lolth herself which was also ruled out, as the spider wasn't intricate enough based on what she had been told. And nary a thing was mentioned about it in history. Though a snipped of a word flitted into her mind. Somewhere along her trail to Phandelver about some whispers of a dark power seeking even more. Or at-least a very powerful and influential person pulling the strings. Aside from this there was effectively nothing known, atleast not by a certain Halfling.
Garrie simply nodded, but it was clear she was distraught. Her lips were terse with pointless mumblings as she considered her situation before finally sighing with resignation. It seems I'm fated to wait then. And I don't entirely blame you. I'm sure there were circumstances I am unaware of. But do please not make me an old maid before then. I may be an elf but even we don't have an eternity.... May Tymora smile on you... she said but her dreariness was woven into the words, whether by intention or not. And at your offer to join the revelry it was clear that she had no intention of going. Her mood would only be doured by the celebration. She soberly leaves the area while Rose is figuring things out.
As Paavu gets around to the back door, Torben pulls out his Dwarven hand cannon and deals 1044 damage Blowing a masive hole int Paavu's skull.
Just kidding. But I had to.
As Paavu makes his way around, he finds the Larder door, which is a bit larger than the normal doors. And after a moment, one of the other workers opens the door, and is shocked by what she see's but Torben, giving her a reassuring hand, and Paavu a medusa's glare to match but he otherwise stayed civil. Allowing Paavu to do what he needed to.
Occassional Dungeon Master.
Rose looks deep in thought before shrugging indifferently and turning her attention back to Droop. "Its ok, my methods don't work for everyone. And being quite can be a useful talent all on it's own, especially when paired with a good set of ears. Speaking of, Droop, you wouldn't know anything about this Black Spider our friend Lark is talking about would you?"
Once she got an answer, regardless if Droop knows anything useful or not, Rose puts another comforting hand on Droops shoulder and smiles at him. "I hope you enjoy being a secretary Droop. Just don't let anyone bully you. Bullies shouldn't be tolerated, no matter how much bigger they are than you."
As Rose is talking to Droop she notices the elf leave the Inn. Rose frowns, having heard she was looking for the deceased member of this group, she had hoped she didn't take the news to badly. But other than observe she made no attempt to speak with the elf or draw her attention. Rose was more curious about this Black Spider. Could it be why Lark was marked? Could it be a person or perhaps a group? There was clearly more going on here than she thought at first. Rose turned back to the table, lost in thought.
Salazar is not far behind the elf, having kept to his word about the escort. Once she is out of sight, the man found himself standing there staring at the door, brushing a hand through long undone braids, and muttering to himself about something or other. "... Oh, right. There's still that." He mutters, noticing the gathering once more as if after thought, and joining the table. If not at least partially caught up on what happened, he would volunteer the information about glasstaff himself in a solemn note, or at least start too until someone inevitably interrupts.
"About your returning, Sir Sildar. Is it not word you could have sent back by messenger? There are still caravans -- er, well, at least travelers coming and going from Phandalin. Could be one about that can be trusted to make such a delivery, if at least in part?" He asked with a somewhat worried look on his face. "I-I ask not to avoid or... prolong any possible inquiry or judgement thrown my way, having slain your friend, regardless of reasoning behind it. I ask for Phandalin's sake. Because now with the Redbrands gone... well, an added hand or two on deck to guard the town could be in order." He places a hand on his chest. "I would of course offer at least my own services. For... a time, at least. But... between the other mission tasked our group, and... needing to resolve this thing here--" He brushes aside his bangs long enough to reveal the mark.
"Which, is another story in itself that I'll get to soon enough.... Frankly speaking, sir, the town could use all the help they can get." He chuckles. "It's not as if more reputable mercs are lining up at the moment, unfortunately. You get where I am coming from, right sir? Townmaster? Lark? Uhm, Rose, I guess? You three get where I'm coming from too, yes?"
Yog - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Stars/Celestial (Libretalia)
Nobody - [Feral-Tiefling]Wizard/Sorcerer - War/Draconic (HoTDQ)
Jack Vicvan - [Eladrin]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Dreams/Archfey
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Xanrazan - [Earth Genasi]Bard - College of Swords(Shadowthorn's Princess of the Apocalypse)
Lark begins to chuckle a little. "Droop, being a secretary is not about being sexy. But, it is a position of power. You can tell people to wait, and they HAVE to do so. You can tell people things like 'you can't go in there' and 'do you have an appointment?' Very powerful verbage there. I may be a but biased what words have incredible sway over some folks. Use it well."
"Having witnessed what I have of your friends demise, take comfort in knowing it a lot more than a pebble. I feel remorse for your loss. Was he Lord's Alliance as well?" Lark asks of Sir Sildar.
Watching the elf leave the tavern and seeing Salazar's furrowed brow, Lark understands little of what took place between them. But he knows the look of emotional weight carried by Salazar. As the scholar begins his speech to Sir Sildar, Lark sits quietly, though he looks like he wants to interrupt at a few points. He waits until the question is asked at the end.
"Our friend Rose and I were just having discourse about that very subject. I speak for all of us except the Ogre when I say we are interested in seeing this through."
Lark- Goblin Bard 2- Lost Mines Gr-A/ AC 13 HP 15, passive perception 11
DM- Sunless Citadel PbP// Waterdeep Dragon Heist (IRL F2F)// Adventurers League (F2F LGS)
(Odd i posted a response to this yesterday... ugh Typing it all out again..)
Occassional Dungeon Master.
Droop looked to Rose as he had began to pad away, turning around once more to shake his head in an angular fashion. N-no... err.. yes. I mean uh... Yes and no? Droops hands begin wringing like he was nervous at having to answer and he was looking around the room, even as he shrunk into himself. I-I... I.. I mean, I know of him? But I don't know about him? Like how uh... you know of your mudda and fada, but like... you don't know your twelfth cousin eight times removed Y'know? Hes like the guy you never hear about. Ya bosses bosses boss, who lives in a cave twelve miles away... So i know he exists.. but dats it... even as Roses tiny hand came for him, he flinched, expecting a blow, and after such a blow didn't come, he slowly looks from around his shoulder to her, he managed to nod and smile a bit, laughing at his own reaction in an anxious way. Y-yeah, I'll try my best...
Everyone else watching this exchange with interest but not interrupting as they feasted. Droop starting to walk to the corner, likely to wallow in embarrassment.
Sildar perks up upon hearing his name, and looks Salazar in the eyes after having escorted the woman out. I'm afraid not. I cannot trust this report to anyone outside of the Lords Alliance itself. Which as it stands, is just me. I could offer any of you a position within their ranks, but even then it can only be done after the completion of this task. Nor can I trust a carrier animal. If given to a civillian, or entrusted to a bird or something akin to either, they could be working for an enemy, or be ambushed by one. Thus if I did so, I would be directly responsible for the deaths of the uninvolved, and or the entire loss of a report, to say the least. He laces his fingers together as he shifts position to better face the Cleric. I understand your concerns about Phandalins future, and it warms my heart that such a concerned citizen exists, and that I am honored to have met them. But as I said before. I am not so free as you. I have sworn an oath that I cannot forsake. No matter how much I may dislike it.
His expression turns serious but not threatening, as if he's about to reveal a painful truth.
gI will, however, be frank. Its the least you deserve. There is nothing I wish more than to charge off with you to save my friend Gundren. There was nothing I wished more to do the last time you asked as well. But my role is not that of an adventurer. And as such, my free will is somewhat constrained. In a way I envy your freedom. I hope you can understand that my words and actions are in opposition with my own desires. As for punishment.. Why would you be judged? Yes, he was my friend, but he was also a Criminal. Iarno... Glasstaff made his choices. And all actions have consequences. WHile I would have preferred for him to be jailed for questioning, there is no point crying over spilled cream.
However, should this allay your fears, I have sent word to Neverwinter to station a few Lords Alliance here, and they should be here within the next few days time. And I will remain here at least so long as to allow them to arrive before I depart.
Harbin nods emphatically to everything Sildar was saying, offering smiles and other such gestures, as he waited for Sildar to finish. In that time Torben had made his way back to the front counter to begin taking orders once more, for those who were not directly related to the small feast. Indeed, Indeed! We haven't been scratching our rumps while you were gone. Sildar and I have been discussing some things, and your destruction of the redbrands has only accelerated our plans! We shall be fine in the meantime, I assure you. Sildar is a master warrior... so long as he's not getting ambushed eh? the townmaster says, as he elbows into Sildars armor. Drawing Sildars ire, as the rest of the gathered burst into laughter around him. Forcing the otherwise stoic soldiers face to hue, if only so much as he closed his eyes.
Be that as it may... With this task completed, and some of you mentioning a Cragmaw Castle... I am willing to offer a reward of five hundred gold, should you manage to find such a place, drive out it's leader, and bring back any information you can about Wave Echo Cave. All of this is somehow tied in with my original mission with Gundren. And Was indirectly part of the task we hired you for in the first place, however we had not expected these... complications. You were bringing supplies for us to find this cave without needing to restock for a month. And now, as you've been drug ever more into it, I no longer feel it nessecary to hide our intentions. Unfortunately... I know little more beyond that, and I am not truly sure how much more Gundren knows. However he was adamant he had found the cave, and the map was taken with him.
I understand you are to deal with the orcs first from what I've been overhearing. But please, try to find my friend for me in due time. I am not sure how he might be holding up. With his knowledge he may be getting treated fairly if only because of it. Or, he could be being tortured. I'd personally rather not think about it.
Droop who had been wallowing and pitying himself listens to Larks description with apathy, at least until he hears the rest of what the bard has to say. His ears perk up and he suddenly seemed energized and excited. Ya mean your kings are called secretaries?! So like, I'm gonna be a ruler?!?!?!?! Grackin sweet. I'll be the best secretary this towns ever seen. Gonna make some real changes around here! as Droop clearly falls into his own world, imagining all the good he was going to do as a royal secretary, Sildar nods at Larks latter statements. Indeed. Though 'former' seems to fit better. Now that I know what I know. And thank you for your concern. It is more appreciated than it may seem. But whats done is done, and what was done was Justice.
Occassional Dungeon Master.
Salazar had lofted a brow at the mention of 'Our friend Rose', and then even began forming a sly smirk.... until Lark spoke of an Ogre. Confused, he began looking to the rest for confirmation, as well as the general area for any sign of such a creature. Fortunately, he is drawn from that strange line of thought by Sildar. His head drooped in the beginning, yet he nodded all the same. Sildar was a man of principle and Oaths, so he could not fault him from sticking to it. Even when no doubt his conscience screamed at the older fellow whenever an immediate need to do good presented itself.
Harbin is given a more dubious glance for his part. But seeing as Sildar hadn't immediately denied his claims, and even went on to mention further reward for assaulting the castle, Salazar expression brightened, if only just. Perhaps the old knight might not at least be /immediately/ leaving Phandalin for his report! Even if for only a few days, perhaps then... Perhaps then Salazar would have one less thing to worry over since being set on his path by Zalidar...
Shaking his head, he pushes aside the thought and bowed his head to Sildar. "I understand... Unfortunately, I too am not as free anymore. Not least I run the risk of feeding this monster we discovered within the hideout. And even if it should be slain, I.... am not confident I will be able to leave town any time soon. Not personally." At which point he looks to Rose and Lark(and by extension Droop) with a grim expression. He starts and stops twice over to say something before with a final huff, he holds out the staff and a decently heavy pouch filled seemingly with coin and more "These are for you. Both what you are owed, and what I can only entrust to you... because for the time being at least, our paths are different ones."
Lark's Pouch Contains: 90sp, 50gp, 2 Carnelians(worth 10gp each), 1 Peridot (worth 15gp), and One Potion of Healing
"You'll have to take your time with the Staff and... I hate to use the word as there are some negative connotations with it, but... sort of... bind yourself to it. Don't worry -- The binding is easy to break. Just takes a little time. But trust me, you will want it." He says to Lark, and once the pouch and staff is hopefully taken, he turns to Rose next. "As for you. If you two plan to join in the endeavor for a time, you may wish to outfit yourself better preemptively. If not at Barthens, then the Lioncoaster. So, unless things are being given freely to anyone helping the town--" He pauses there and gives Harbin a questioning look. If the man doesn't say 'yes', with a soft chuckle, he pulls out a silken pouch and holds it out to Rose. "Here. Its... a lot, but consider it how much faith I'm putting in you." Salazar adds with a small smile.
Rose's Pouch Contains: 30sp, 30gp, 2 Carnelions(worth 10gp each), 1 Peridot (worth 15gp), and a small note with the words 'Good Luck' written in Celestial.
"Now, what's this about an Ogre before..?"
Meanwhile, Paavu continues his carving in the back, having long since removed the hide itself for drying, and gotten into parting the rest of the meat. Despite his size, the being is fairly dexterous in body, and nimble fingered. He even cleaned up any spills as much as he could with any supplies already around. At this point he calls over to any server or cook in the back and says, "Paavu nearly done. Soon ready to cook, and smoke, and more. If want choice piece, you come here or simply say which part, and Paavu set aside for your prep later." He said, sounding almost cheerful after all the work. "If not know how cook or prep bear, then Paavu can teach good recipe or two."
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