Marxia relaxes. Retreating from the table, putting back on her hood and cloak to obscure her features, she starts to move towards the door. Yelling as loud as possible, trying to attract attention, "Come in, All is now Safe! Meet the newest heroes of Waterdeep and the Yawning Portal. The Halfling Boy, a master of knives, whose wit will leave you stunned. Further marvel at his companion, the Human of Mystery, he hides his talents well, but be warned that his choice of fashion is to distract and not offend." Throwing open the doors, and standing to the side, "Come one, come all. These are no sharpjaws, but true bullyblades, willing to put their talents to your use." Marxia throws a quick smile back to the table, "They're even offering their services at cut-throat rates, for a dragon promised they will slay any manner of beast, find your missing lass, and tuck your demon child in to bed at night! Proof of their prowess is inside, a troll head, still grinning from ear to ear, but body gone, heroically fed to the dark!" Continuing to hold the door open, and stand to the side, Marxia continues to extol the virtues of the boy and man, urging people to come meet them.
Karl walks over to Marxia by the door, "Oi! Marxia is yer name righ? Me don' know who ye are, but ye making quite a ruckus an I think yer scaring the wee lad over there. Ave a seat inside an have an ale and relax for a bit." Karl gestures inside for Marxia to have a seat at the table with the rest of us.
Loud shouting and noises can be heard coming outside. As you approach the exit the noises become clearer as the tinging of steel on steel clashes in the streets. You find that one of the adjoining streets that has been cordoned off by the City Watch. Lying on the cobblestones are a half-dozen corpses, seemingly the victims of some terrible skirmish. Watch officers have disarmed and arrested three blood-drenched humans and are in the midst of questioning witnesses. One of the officers sees you. “Get on,” she says. “Nothing to see here.”
"I doubt we will be leaving anytime soon now," Marxia turns to Karl, and in a whisper, "You seemed to have learned your manners from your friends. That's three of you now who have addressed me without a name given, two times that one of you have come to the defense of the lad who insulted me twice, and one time is all it normally takes to make an enemy of a noble house of this city. If this is how you and your friends are going to comport yourselves in my beloved city, then I fear that one of two places will find themselves with new inhabitants, the Dungeons of Castle Waterdeep or the City of the Dead. I will come sit with you, so that the guard is not inclined to question me, but you will buy me a Zzar, it is passable here." Marxia holds out her arm for Karl to take, so she can be escorted back to the table.
With a slightly turned stomach from the grisly scene outside, Geoff heads back into the bar for a few more ales with this new found group of comrades. Upon sitting, he loudly exclaims to the others "So I basically missed everything while checking on the health of a... friend of mine. I have gathered as much that we are trying to find someone? Lady Marxia, you are an echantress, correct? Can't you just wave around a wand and find out where this person is?" Geoff says in a sly tone.
"You continue to keep me at a disadvantage Saer. You know my name and something of my abilities, but so far all I've learned of you is that you like your drink. So before I tell you what exactly I am capable of, perhaps you and your companions will at least tell me your name. And perhaps, without insulting me this time."
Volo places both his hands on the table. "Ya'll killin' my buzz. Ima gonna go take a nap. I'll be back later to check in on ya. I hope you find Floon. Hes a good ole' chap." Volo walks over to the bar and settles his tab, then heads out of the bar.
"Well I'm Geoff, my lady, and all of this excitement has me a bit tired. What do you say we stay at the inn tonight and let this brouhaha outside settle itself, and we start looking for Volo's friend in the morning?"
Karl speaks to Marxia "Me name Karl Gorunn, Im a blacksmith currently working at Bloodbath and Beyond. I mean nae disrespect from befor', this wee lad here is Wiki, he's a kid detective so I'm hoping he's gona be of great help to us in our search! And this is Kvothe, me don't know much about him yet but he was very helpful in the troll fight!" He speaks to the group at the table "Geoff has a point, lets rest here tonight and pick up in the morning"
As Kovthe is introduced, he dips in a slight bow, one arm out to each side. "Kvothe is the name. I am lending my services to aid this fantastic author. It is a pleasure to meet you."
"Do any of you know where we can find more information on this Floon character?"
Marxia nods her head, one after another as each person is introduced, takes a sip of her ZZzar, before speaking.
"If our friend Volo was in a bar when he lost Floon, then I think perhaps we should head there tonight. Tongues are a bit looser at the end of a night of drinking, than they are the morning after. Perhaps the barkeep will allow us an alternative exit, to avoid the guard outside, though if we travel as a group, they are unlikely to accost us as well."
"I mean, I'm always down to keep the night going. The inn can wait. Let's see if we can get out of here." Geoff then turns and says "Barkeep! There must be a backdoor to allow the harlots in, no?"
The barkeep shows you a rear exit that allows you too access to the streets. You begin making your way to the Skewered Dragon in the Dock ward. The last known location Volo saw Floon.
Tall, densely packed tenements leave most of the neighborhood in shadow at ground level. Most of the streetlamps have had their glass smashed and their candles stolen, and the smells of salt air and excrement linger as you pass by rows of run-down buildings.
You proceed further turning the corner of Zastrow Street and Fillet Lane. An odd shop with a peculiar window display comes into vision.
One nearby shop stands out from the others. It has a deep purple facade, and in its window hangs a stuffed beholder. Above the door hangs a sign whose elaborate letters spell out “Old Xoblob Shop.”
"Well, I wish we could just ask that beholder what happened to floon. This isn't the kind of scene I'm into, lets make haste and be done quick. Maybe some of us should go into the bar and others ask around on the street?" Geoff states as they arrive.
"Let us go into the bar and ask around.", Marxia turns to glance at Wiki. "You should go inquire at the shop, not all establishments are as welcome to youngsters as the Yawning Portal. Perhaps in a drunken state, he went to the first interesting looking thing he saw?" Marxia double checks to make sure her hood and collar are drawn to obscure her features before going into the Skewered Dragon.
Marxia relaxes. Retreating from the table, putting back on her hood and cloak to obscure her features, she starts to move towards the door. Yelling as loud as possible, trying to attract attention, "Come in, All is now Safe! Meet the newest heroes of Waterdeep and the Yawning Portal. The Halfling Boy, a master of knives, whose wit will leave you stunned. Further marvel at his companion, the Human of Mystery, he hides his talents well, but be warned that his choice of fashion is to distract and not offend." Throwing open the doors, and standing to the side, "Come one, come all. These are no sharpjaws, but true bullyblades, willing to put their talents to your use." Marxia throws a quick smile back to the table, "They're even offering their services at cut-throat rates, for a dragon promised they will slay any manner of beast, find your missing lass, and tuck your demon child in to bed at night! Proof of their prowess is inside, a troll head, still grinning from ear to ear, but body gone, heroically fed to the dark!" Continuing to hold the door open, and stand to the side, Marxia continues to extol the virtues of the boy and man, urging people to come meet them.
Wiki is very confused and whispers to Geoff, Kvothe, and Karl, "I think this lady has a malady of the brain. Should we leave?"
"Pox be on her, let her yell out to the streets like a strumpet." Geoff remarks as he sits down at the bar.
Karl walks over to Marxia by the door, "Oi! Marxia is yer name righ? Me don' know who ye are, but ye making quite a ruckus an I think yer scaring the wee lad over there. Ave a seat inside an have an ale and relax for a bit." Karl gestures inside for Marxia to have a seat at the table with the rest of us.
Loud shouting and noises can be heard coming outside. As you approach the exit the noises become clearer as the tinging of steel on steel clashes in the streets. You find that one of the adjoining streets that has been cordoned off by the City Watch. Lying on the cobblestones are a half-dozen corpses, seemingly the victims of some terrible skirmish. Watch officers have disarmed and arrested three blood-drenched humans and are in the midst of questioning witnesses. One of the officers sees you. “Get on,” she says. “Nothing to see here.”
"I doubt we will be leaving anytime soon now," Marxia turns to Karl, and in a whisper, "You seemed to have learned your manners from your friends. That's three of you now who have addressed me without a name given, two times that one of you have come to the defense of the lad who insulted me twice, and one time is all it normally takes to make an enemy of a noble house of this city. If this is how you and your friends are going to comport yourselves in my beloved city, then I fear that one of two places will find themselves with new inhabitants, the Dungeons of Castle Waterdeep or the City of the Dead. I will come sit with you, so that the guard is not inclined to question me, but you will buy me a Zzar, it is passable here." Marxia holds out her arm for Karl to take, so she can be escorted back to the table.
With a slightly turned stomach from the grisly scene outside, Geoff heads back into the bar for a few more ales with this new found group of comrades. Upon sitting, he loudly exclaims to the others "So I basically missed everything while checking on the health of a... friend of mine. I have gathered as much that we are trying to find someone? Lady Marxia, you are an echantress, correct? Can't you just wave around a wand and find out where this person is?" Geoff says in a sly tone.
"You continue to keep me at a disadvantage Saer. You know my name and something of my abilities, but so far all I've learned of you is that you like your drink. So before I tell you what exactly I am capable of, perhaps you and your companions will at least tell me your name. And perhaps, without insulting me this time."
Volo places both his hands on the table. "Ya'll killin' my buzz. Ima gonna go take a nap. I'll be back later to check in on ya. I hope you find Floon. Hes a good ole' chap." Volo walks over to the bar and settles his tab, then heads out of the bar.
"Well I'm Geoff, my lady, and all of this excitement has me a bit tired. What do you say we stay at the inn tonight and let this brouhaha outside settle itself, and we start looking for Volo's friend in the morning?"
Karl speaks to Marxia "Me name Karl Gorunn, Im a blacksmith currently working at Bloodbath and Beyond. I mean nae disrespect from befor', this wee lad here is Wiki, he's a kid detective so I'm hoping he's gona be of great help to us in our search! And this is Kvothe, me don't know much about him yet but he was very helpful in the troll fight!" He speaks to the group at the table "Geoff has a point, lets rest here tonight and pick up in the morning"
As Kovthe is introduced, he dips in a slight bow, one arm out to each side.
"Kvothe is the name. I am lending my services to aid this fantastic author. It is a pleasure to meet you."
"Do any of you know where we can find more information on this Floon character?"
Marxia nods her head, one after another as each person is introduced, takes a sip of her ZZzar, before speaking.
"If our friend Volo was in a bar when he lost Floon, then I think perhaps we should head there tonight. Tongues are a bit looser at the end of a night of drinking, than they are the morning after. Perhaps the barkeep will allow us an alternative exit, to avoid the guard outside, though if we travel as a group, they are unlikely to accost us as well."
"I mean, I'm always down to keep the night going. The inn can wait. Let's see if we can get out of here." Geoff then turns and says "Barkeep! There must be a backdoor to allow the harlots in, no?"
The barkeep shows you a rear exit that allows you too access to the streets. You begin making your way to the Skewered Dragon in the Dock ward. The last known location Volo saw Floon.
You proceed further turning the corner of Zastrow Street and Fillet Lane. An odd shop with a peculiar window display comes into vision.
Across from the odd shop is The Skewered Dragon.
"Well, I wish we could just ask that beholder what happened to floon. This isn't the kind of scene I'm into, lets make haste and be done quick. Maybe some of us should go into the bar and others ask around on the street?" Geoff states as they arrive.
"Let us go into the bar and ask around.", Marxia turns to glance at Wiki. "You should go inquire at the shop, not all establishments are as welcome to youngsters as the Yawning Portal. Perhaps in a drunken state, he went to the first interesting looking thing he saw?" Marxia double checks to make sure her hood and collar are drawn to obscure her features before going into the Skewered Dragon.
"I'm gonna check out the bar as well."
Kvothe looks around to make note of all individuals on the street and then wraps his cloak tight and follows into the bar to find more information.