The half-elf raises an eyebrow nodding, he leans in and gestures as if he's wiping the table. But it's clearly an act as he whispers to the party, "I hate to bust your potential money bag here, but the village rid of a necromancer, way back in April. Turns out it was none other than Lady Melyne's own daughter. Whatever news you've heard. it's old news..."
He stands up suddenly and eyes the dragonborn and half-elf, "No breakfast for you two?" His eyebrow remains raised, but a smirk curls on his lips...
“First of all,” Daffafle turns to the waiter. “Eavesdropping is rude. Second...where could we find Lady Melyne and her daughter? How did that fiasco go down?”
Wulcrath leans back a bit and ponders a bit before speaking.
"I'm afraid I wasn't here for most of the conversation that I presume hatched this plan, but either way, I assume it's to figure out as much as you all can about the kidnappings and anything related to them, and by proxy, stop the people behind all of... This?"
"I'm in." He says as he leans in a bit.
"Um... If you'll have me that is."
He quickly straightens up, shifting a bit in his seat.
“Of course, we can’t do it without you, Wulcrath,” Daffafle nods. “As I recall from the villagers’ tales, you were the last holding the line against the bandits.”
“Firstly, I think you will find eavesdropping just saved yourself from a mountain of embarrassment, plus how do you think I pass on feedback on this establishment?” The half-elf swiftly flops the cloth over his shoulder and rolls his sleeves, “I’m off to get me your food. If you want to know anything else, it’s going to cost you…” He with a small smile with a wiggle of his eyebrows, the half-elf walks off with a nimble step.
"See? No need tae whisper when folks just gonna eavesdrop. And of course we'll 'ave ye, ye big lizard!"
Khazan leans back and scratches his beard
"Say ... Aazel told us he can't jus' point at them. We'll have tae to some "footwork". Maybe we should split up an' ask around? I need tae visit the local farrier anyway, could ask them if they know anything? Maybe strange orders fer something."
Bart strokes his chin. "Hm. You never know, I suppose. I've read a thing or two about necromancy, maybe I'll recognize something. Okay, I'll take a walk around town."
Seeing no response, the halfing sighs. "Yes, i suppose doing our own detective work will have to do. I can see what this nosy half-elf knows, maybe some others in the tavern. Meet up afterwards to compare notes?"
“Move in pairs if you can? I’ll take Wulcrath with me and Azazel can go with either Daffafle or Khaz? Sorta spread out our resources a bit.” Bart’s up out of his chair anxious to get started.
"Sounds like a plan. Let's meet back here tonight and see what we have found."Aazel turns back to the halfling. "I visited the local shrine yesterday. It may pay to go back and ask there."
Luckysimply caws before impressively mimicking Daffafle’s voice saying, "Necromancy!"’ before preening his wing.
As everyone goes to step and leave, the half-elf appears with breakfast. “What’s this? Don’t need my help after all? Well, I finish my shift at eight this evening. I’ll be here having dinner. Come on by, and we’ll come to some sort of arrangement…”
He puts a whole tray of food in front of Khazanbefore serving up the others request and spinning away back into the kitchens.
“The shrine does sound like a good place to start,” Daffafle nods to Aazel. “Mind if I come with you? Looks like we won’t get a chance to interview the half-elf until later.”
Bart grabs whatever he can take with him from breakfast, and swallows as much of the rest as he can in 5 seconds or so.
Bart starts by doing a simple walk around the town, looking for warehouses, abandoned shacks, empty barns and sewer entrances. Anyplace someone could do something unusual and go unnoticed. Strange markings, weird smells, and particularly empty parts of town.
Aazel finishes his breakfast quickly and gets up, leading Daffafle across town toward the shrine. "Now this shrine is dedicated to the god Pelor. He is a god of healing, so much that a necromancer would be doing would be anathema to him. Hopefully they have some knowledge of what may be going on. Or at least heard of related troubles in the area."
The half-elf raises an eyebrow nodding, he leans in and gestures as if he's wiping the table. But it's clearly an act as he whispers to the party, "I hate to bust your potential money bag here, but the village rid of a necromancer, way back in April. Turns out it was none other than Lady Melyne's own daughter. Whatever news you've heard. it's old news..."
He stands up suddenly and eyes the dragonborn and half-elf, "No breakfast for you two?" His eyebrow remains raised, but a smirk curls on his lips...
“First of all,” Daffafle turns to the waiter. “Eavesdropping is rude. Second...where could we find Lady Melyne and her daughter? How did that fiasco go down?”
“I’ll take whatever you’re serving, just not too much, alright? My stomach does backflips when I’m stressed.” Bart says with a grimace.
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"Same here, anything is fine, thank you."
Wulcrath leans back a bit and ponders a bit before speaking.
"I'm afraid I wasn't here for most of the conversation that I presume hatched this plan, but either way, I assume it's to figure out as much as you all can about the kidnappings and anything related to them, and by proxy, stop the people behind all of... This?"
"I'm in." He says as he leans in a bit.
"Um... If you'll have me that is."
He quickly straightens up, shifting a bit in his seat.
“You’re in, buddy, don’t worry about that.” Bart waves a hand at Wulcrath.
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“Of course, we can’t do it without you, Wulcrath,” Daffafle nods. “As I recall from the villagers’ tales, you were the last holding the line against the bandits.”
“Firstly, I think you will find eavesdropping just saved yourself from a mountain of embarrassment, plus how do you think I pass on feedback on this establishment?” The half-elf swiftly flops the cloth over his shoulder and rolls his sleeves, “I’m off to get me your food. If you want to know anything else, it’s going to cost you…” He with a small smile with a wiggle of his eyebrows, the half-elf walks off with a nimble step.
"See? No need tae whisper when folks just gonna eavesdrop. And of course we'll 'ave ye, ye big lizard!"
Khazan leans back and scratches his beard
"Say ... Aazel told us he can't jus' point at them. We'll have tae to some "footwork". Maybe we should split up an' ask around? I need tae visit the local farrier anyway, could ask them if they know anything? Maybe strange orders fer something."
Bart strokes his chin. "Hm. You never know, I suppose. I've read a thing or two about necromancy, maybe I'll recognize something. Okay, I'll take a walk around town."
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"I don't suppose the Raven Queen told you anything about how to find these necromancers," Daffafle pokes Lucky.
Seeing no response, the halfing sighs. "Yes, i suppose doing our own detective work will have to do. I can see what this nosy half-elf knows, maybe some others in the tavern. Meet up afterwards to compare notes?"
“Move in pairs if you can? I’ll take Wulcrath with me and Azazel can go with either Daffafle or Khaz? Sorta spread out our resources a bit.” Bart’s up out of his chair anxious to get started.
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"Sounds like a plan. Let's meet back here tonight and see what we have found." Aazel turns back to the halfling. "I visited the local shrine yesterday. It may pay to go back and ask there."
"Sounds like a plan."
Wulcrath stands up and joins Bart.
"Lead the way. I'm ready when you are."
Lucky simply caws before impressively mimicking Daffafle’s voice saying, "Necromancy!"’ before preening his wing.
As everyone goes to step and leave, the half-elf appears with breakfast. “What’s this? Don’t need my help after all? Well, I finish my shift at eight this evening. I’ll be here having dinner. Come on by, and we’ll come to some sort of arrangement…”
He puts a whole tray of food in front of Khazan before serving up the others request and spinning away back into the kitchens.
Breakfast is on the house for The Heroes™…
“The shrine does sound like a good place to start,” Daffafle nods to Aazel. “Mind if I come with you? Looks like we won’t get a chance to interview the half-elf until later.”
"Finally, me breakfast!"
Khazan happily starts to eat the food in front of him, lost in the culinary pleasure.
Bart grabs whatever he can take with him from breakfast, and swallows as much of the rest as he can in 5 seconds or so.
Bart starts by doing a simple walk around the town, looking for warehouses, abandoned shacks, empty barns and sewer entrances. Anyplace someone could do something unusual and go unnoticed. Strange markings, weird smells, and particularly empty parts of town.
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Aazel finishes his breakfast quickly and gets up, leading Daffafle across town toward the shrine. "Now this shrine is dedicated to the god Pelor. He is a god of healing, so much that a necromancer would be doing would be anathema to him. Hopefully they have some knowledge of what may be going on. Or at least heard of related troubles in the area."
“Let’s hope so,” Daffafle nods, then glances at Lucky. “Hopefully they don’t find my patron too...offensive or the like.”