Another warm, but wet, evening in Neverwinter. A fine tavern establishment has a second floor hired just for their first meeting. Seats of deep coloured leather, furniture of dark woods and a bar a impressive collection of coloured glass bottles from all over manned by a smartly-dressed, but deft half-orc with a flat brow.
Well-lit but not overbearing as the main room can be heard below the wooden panels; raucous laughter and lively discussions, but all in the name of merriment. A large table beside the bar finds a large selection of pies, cheeses, salads, fruit, biscuits, breads and cured meats ranging from hot to cold.
All of this is those invited by Gundren would find as they enter the room they have been instructed to enter...
Looking up from their piece of parchment, Flutter stands in front of a tall building, figuring this must be the place. He shakes off the remaining drips of rain from his feathers and slowly creaks open the door to the tavern. The place is definitely in full swing at the moment as cheers and laughter fill the room. Hands close to his chest, Flutter makes his way to the bar and pauses for a moment as he tries to find the right words.
”If you ever need help, ask for Gundren!”
He mimics to the barkeep, who undoubtedly looks confused hearing a dwarven voice spring from a bird.
After a bit of back and forth, he is shown the way upstairs where he finds the chamber he’s been summoned to. Nervously, he pushes open the heavy wooden door to find a room full of food, fine furniture and a staffed bar. It would appear he is the first one to arrive, knowing there would be others here. Waddling up to the barkeep past the tables and food, he raises his hands to gain the attention of the person behind, waving them about before mimicing again,
” -Ask for Gundren!.... -Gundren!”
In an attempt to find his old friend he met on the road.
An average built, though slightly shorter than average, human man ascends the staircase, stepping into the finely decorated private room. A droplet of water fell from the wide brimmed, exquisite hat still upon his head. He removed it as he surveyed the room laid out before him. His eyes, a shallow blue color, even more so compared to the extravagant blues and purple hues of his hat and matching suit, seemingly draped upon his person, more as if he was showcasing it, than wearing it.
While the floor below may have been lively, this one was void of any noise, cheerful or otherwise. A fine spread of foodstuffs sat on multiple tables and drinks behind a bar at the other end. Though out of place, a bird flapped about at the bar; whether wild and having found its way indoors, or trained and hired for entertainment, he knew not. But seeing as there was no one else yet within the area, he made his way to the only living soul around, a half-orc grimly standing behind the bar.
"Good, they've had enough sense to provide hired help. If I'd known it'd only be you, I would have considered bringing my valet in as well, to keep me company. And at the very least, our host could have been present. Well, be a good lad and fetch me a drink. I'll take a glass of your most expensive libation, regardless of what it is. Oh, and...leave the bottle."
All the while walking to the bar, he may have directed his speech at the half-orc but it wasn't so much as talking to him, but rather at him, with a slightly snarky tone, brought about by the inherent feeling of superiority being from a high socioeconomic class. Assuming that the bartender heard his order, Aldreric Fortunus leaned an elbow on the bar, looking away, out towards the room, and waited for someone more to show, or at the very least, his vague drink order.
After pestering the barkeep, the familiar sound of the door opening creaks behind him. Flutter turns around in excitement,
” -Gundren!”
He mimics excitedly. Only to find that, no, it wasn’t him. The fresh face is still nice, though. This means his first new friend has arrived! Flutter brings his hands to his chest and turns toward this new figure, pausing for a second, trying to find the right words.
”Oh, hello there little one”
He mimics from a past encounter with a burly guard,
Kharnyl has never seen a city like Neverwinter before, with so many unfamiliar races all doing such inexplicable things. While generally not the most jovial dwarf, his spirits are up because if the prospect set before him. But he feels a deep sense of responsibility as he enters the tavern.
Knowing that he is not far from the great lost dwarven city of Gauntlgrym deepens his already mighty resolve to spread the word of Moradin and the great race of Dwarves throughout the land. While the pressure of overpopulation force young clerics like himself to set out in search of new homes, the Thundering is also a great opportunity for Dwarves to retake their lost place in the North.
Past all of the raucous guests, Kharnyl spies the staircase and heads up. He sees the spread first, and thinks well of Gundren for arranging such a reception. After his travels Kharnyl has quite the appetite and starts to pick at the buffet. He notices the bird at the bar, but doesn't quite know what to make of him. When he hears the bird mention Gundren's name, he is surprised, and his first thought is that the creature must be some sort of pet. Dwarves are a hearty lot, but mining without a canary is like getting out of bed without asking for the blessing of the Soul-Forger.
Kharnyl takes a crust of bread and some charcuterie with him as he heads to the bar. Speaking in a tone fit for addressing a child, Kharnyl asks the feathered creature, "Well there, Birdy, Did Gundren leave you here all by yourself?"
Walking his way through Neverwinter, Rou spots the tavern Gundren told him to meet. Ducking so he doesnt hit the door with his horns, Rou enters the tavern looking for his friend. Seeing the first floor is full he takes a seat at the bar, he orders an ale and asks the Barkeep where Gundren is. The bartend informs Rou Gundren had reserved the the second floor for him and other folk. "He didnt mention others..." Rou thinks to himself as he take his mug and heads up the staircase.
Heading upto the door, he again ducks, emerging from outside a. Tiefling stand about 6'5 and burley unlike the usually fiendish colors his skin was all obsidian black with red tattoos, silver haired, and golden eyes. His horn protrude from under his hair sticking out an extra 3 to 5 inches. His attire is nothing but common traveler's clothes and his grear.
Rou taking a few seconds to scan the room he heads to the half orc "Another Ale..." giving him a empty mug.
Others began to arrive, as a clear glass bottle, and a drinking glass to match, both nearly filled completely with a redish-purple liquid, were placed on the bar behind Aldreric. He dropped a piece of gold on the counter, and retrieved the glass. "There's more where that came from, just keep them coming, lad."
The party that appeared to be shaping wasn't necessarily what Aldreric would describe as 'riff-raff', however they seemed far from the part of wealthy investors, and high-end hires that he had expected, given how prized Gundren had made the opportunity seem. But, looks can always be deceiving.
The next to arrive, was a dwarf, who seemed passingly amused with the bird, just as Aldreric was. As the dwarf approached it, Aldreric announced to him, both as a jolly-hearted warning and as an ice-breaker for conversation: "Either bewitched, or skillfully taught, the thing does do tricks. I've already heard it speak common tongue."
As he watched the interaction between the two, another entered. A tiefling, who promptly made his way to the bar, an action that Aldreric more than respected. "A man who knows what he wants. But while such a common drink as ale is appropriate for a common-looking individual such as yourself, perhaps given the circumstances, you can indulge in something higher."
Aldreric stopped the half-orc as he went to fill the tiefling's mug. "Bring another glass for my friend here as well." Aldreric felt the need to hold up his own glass higher as he spoke, to give context to the barkeep, in the event that his half-orc brain required it. Turning back to the tiefling. "Where are my manners? Allow me to introduce myself. Aldreric Fortunus the Third, purveyor and transporter of spices and ingredients, precious goods and high-end cargo, and rarities and oddities. If it's something that can fetch more than it's worth, I can find the market for it. And you are...?"
The half-orc fills orders graciously. His hands are steady, drink measurements exact. When stopped mid-serving of the tiefling, he simply nods with smile, as if in agreement and fulfils the request before going back to minimal cleaning of glasses or folding of napkins.
Amongst the chatting and eating, sturdy footsteps are heard climbing the steps. A deep dwarf voice is entangled with a human males as they have a hushed discussion that extends into the entrance of the private area for them to all meet. The dwarf dressed sharply waves the documents, the policies and the young man as he scampers away. He slaps the rain off his hat before spreading his arms wide, his grin a little wider, as he welcomes the team. You all recognise him as Gundren Rockseeker.
"Wonderful people, great for ye to come! I thank ye for taking the time, and the effort, help me place the few building blocks of me expedition. The first block is simply getting some provisions to the wee town of Phandelin." As he speaks he wonders over to the bar to see a tankard prepared for him. He gives thanks, relishes a long sip before continuing, "It's only a couple of days travel, and there'll be nice little payment of ten gold per head. Now, it's all along roads, so there's to be no funny business," Another long sip, "Weeell, except on Triboar Trail. We all know it can be a bit... sketchy around there, but me and me brothers ain't heard nothing!"
Gundren takes a mouthful of pork pie before continuing, "Now! I've got rooms for ye all, so don't worry about that. And in the morning, we'll just quickly go over the route before heading off! Any questions, fire away." He happily scoffs and sipping away.
Just as he asks for the fancy man's name, a second figure emerges from the threshold of the hall. A stout, smaller man. He approaches Flutter, and addresses him nicely. Taken aback by this kindness, Flutter brings his hands close to his chest again, touching a claw to his beak. He places a hand on his chest and makes a fluttering noise, the sound of something whooshing by. He then stretches his hand out toward the Dwarf,
" -And what is your name?"
He mimics again, in the voice of an old burly guard he once met. And just as quickly as the Dwarf came in, another figure appeared. This one quickly made his way to the bar and ordered a drink, walking near past everyone else along the way. Another friend!
" -And wha-"
He begins to mimic again, but the third man cuts him off as he orders his drink. These new friends are proving to be difficult, but at least the shorter one talks to him rather than at him. The fancy man and this new figure begin talking. The fancy man introduces himself as Aldreric Fortunus, the Third. Flutter doesn't expect anything different from someone in those clothes. He's 'met' quite a few nobles, and it isn't much different. It is rather exciting, though, to be on the same team as one this time.
Before the Dwarf can respond to Flutter, another figure comes through the door. This one looks a bit familiar.
" -Ask for Gundren!"
He mimics excitedly in Gundren's own voice, as he makes his way inside and gives his speech. Flutter poofs his chest out a bit, standing more confidently as he relays the information about the task at hand, tiny bits of dirt caked on to his cloak break as his posture changes and fall to the floor. Flutter only takes a seat at the table after Gundren, taking a bit of food and munching on it as he speaks.
"Rockseeker, you honor us with this reception. Thank you for seeing to our lodging for the evening, as well; it has been a long journey and a good night's rest will be welcome. The Temple elders have provided me precious little in the way of details regarding your expedition, but they have high hopes that the village of Phandalin will become a thriving town built around the mine. Regarding the trip, who will be in attendance beside you and I? I see only your black canary and this fop." He leans in and in a lower voice asks, "Is he an investor, or just merchant? He looks a bit too well-heeled for the latter, but I wouldn't expect you to take any outside partners."
Aldreric laughed as he turned back to face the bar, and jovially slapped the tiefling's back, as though what he had just said was a well-worn joke between two friends, rather than the two complete strangers who officially had not even had a conversation, as they actually were. While of course he was there to speak with Gundren, the night was still young and they had just arrived. There would be plenty of time to examine the pet bird, or rest his glass on the other dwarf's head, to play off as if he'd mistaken it for a table. For now, he was intent on conversing with the group's horned giant.
Noticing that while their host arrived, the bartender had brought an additional glass, Aldreric poured one for his new drinking companion. "Now I know that you're likely used to lower level swill, and there is absolutely nothing wrong with that. After all, we are all born to our own stations, and find solice within them. However, since the opportunity knocks, I recommend you try this. It's known as Yaeggar Bom."
Aldreric held the glass up to the tiefling, while finishing the little he had left of his own, and pouring another. "Let us toast. No man should drink alone."
"Rou, The Black Devil of War. I kill men for the right amount of coin." Rou looks angrily at the human as his ale is taken. Slowly getting ready to take his mug and smash the small human head Gundren arrvies. He slowly puts the mug down remember the time he hated Gundren when they fierst met. Rou has a heavy sigh then enters Gundren with that dumb smile on his face "Troublesome as always, Gundren. I hate escort jobs you know that, i can guarantee others safety but yours and mine." Looking at the frail looking bird creature. "So what's in Phandelin that requires a group?"
Seeing the glass poured and presented Rou sigh and drinks it "Too sweet i prefer smoothing harder...Friend"
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"Oh aye, too kind, Deepdelver, too kind. But I will ask ye just a little patience, for these are ye travelling companions!" He gestures to all present with a half-eaten quiche slice in hand. Also lowering his tone, he replies if Dwarvish, "I know how it looks, lad. He's an investor Exceptional things are found in the unexpected," and he gives his fellow dwarf a wink.
With a deep chuckle, and the spreading of arms (and crumbs!), Gundren slides in between Rou and Aldreric. "Oh, lads! Getting on well, I see! Aldreric, do you remember the tale I told ye of the warrior that survived the ambush of five-hundred? This is that soldier, Rou! Ye don't have a problem with tieflings, do ye?" He wiggles his eyebrows at the man before turning to the tiefling.
"Aye, Rou, I know, I know. But this is just the first phase, I assure ye. Second phase we'll be chugging rocks, and that's when I'll need ye! Not to mention... Triboar, first!" Gundren grimaces mockingly.
Sitting next to the kenku, Gundren speaks warmly, "There you are, lad. I'm surprised you made it, in honesty! Eat up, and if ye tired, I got a bed perfect for ye. Oh!" Gundren rumages through his pockets before two retrieving a little blank label with gold safety pins. As he does this, the half-orc puts down an inkwell and a quills before disappearing. "Write ye name, so they know what to call ye!" He gives the kenku a smile before hopping off the chair.
Aldreric grinned at the tiefling's response. First contact. “Indeed. I think I’m going to like you, my friend. You tolerate pomp and circumstance, but you yourself are more direct to your point and speak your mind.” Downing the remainder of his glass, he replaces the glass stopper on the bottle. “Barkeep, my friend and I desire something stronger. Bring us something to put hair on your chest, and burns the throat and belly.”
Aldreric returned to facing Rou, and at least opening his attention back up to the rest of the room, while he awaited a new choice of drink, based on the wild description he fed to the bartender. Regardless of the fact that the half-orc seemed to have disappeared for the moment. Addressing Rou’s inquiry and decidingly opening his own conversation to Gundren and the rest, of they felt so inclined to engage. “I assume the party is to transport labor supplies, maybe some armaments for defenses, perhaps even payroll. All in all, I expect it likely to be hoods required for the acquisition of Gundren’s...new found opportunity, we’ll call it.”
Turning to now address the host for the first time that evening, speaking as he appeared to be playing with his pet bird, though unaware of the trick it would be performing. “Would I be within the realm of correctness? Being as this is indeed an investment worth sparing no expense.”
Flutter picks up the quill and parchment laid before him, nodding in agreement. He quickly scrawls down his spoken name and, using the pins provided, clasps it to his cloak. He takes a look around the room from his seat next to Gundren, pointing to his name to show the others, but everyone seems busy with their own matters at the moment.
Nonetheless, Flutter faces forward once again, eyeing some of the food laid out before him and taking in his fill before retiring for the night later on.
Gundrenstrokes his beard, eyes away in thought, "More the former, lad, less the latter. As I said, preliminary stages, but procedure must be followed in order to achieve success. No one is above the foundations, am I right?"
Kharnyl looks about the room and feels inspired by the Soul-Forger to say something to the group. Stepping to the far end of the hall away from the bar where everyone was gathered, he turns to face the crowd. Kharnyl clears his throat, not as much to ready his voice as to get their attention, and begins, "Good evening, friends! Let us thank our gracious host, Gundred for this feast. Let us not forget also to give thanks to the gods for their favor, and may Moradin bless this expedition, for by his grace alone may mines thrive and those who toil in the dirt and stone of Toril prosper. Be merry, friends and rest up, for Tommorow, Moradin has chosen this band of strangers to be the foundation of the destiny of Phandalin. The burden and honor of our task is great and humbling, but we will fight any fight, meet any challenge, overcome any obstacle to see the success of Gundren's mine! The dwarves shall prevail, the dwarves shall endure, the dwarves shall grow!"
”Well said!” Aldreric called across the room to the dwarf.
“I truly appreciate your further provision of support towards my earlier statement pertaining to the great length of wind, which bellows from your face.”
He laughed at his own joke. A deep hearty laugh in a manner that could make it seem that he only told it for his own sake and not even necessarily for the humor of others.
”But imaginary idolizing beliefs aside, systematically erred or not, wealth does talk and should this opportunity turn out to be as rewarding as you seem to think, Gundren, then yes, I do believe thanks are in order.”
Aldreric held out his glass as if to toast their host, only once it was in front of him and raised realizing that it was still empty. A frown of disappointment wiped away the otherwise cheerful smile that he had been wearing that night. In Aldreric’s opinion, the same frown that should naturally come to any man when facing an unfilled glass.
”Once that sharply-dressed bar servant returns with my and my newest friend’s drinks. I intend to retire for the evening, and truly look forward to our journey beginning on the morrow.”
Gundrenover-gestures a bow and holds his own drink to everyone in the room. "No, lad, no! I believe All-Father blesses all that forge, including those who forge their own path in this chaos that is life; and that includes every one of ye that chose stand here today. It is I who must thank you. Now, I too will retire. Just a few things I have to confirm before hitting the sack meself! Fine dreams to ye." He tips his hat to the room before taking his leave.
The half-orc grunts a goodnight to his boss from behind the bar, who gestures in return before going back to wiping a glass.
Kharnyl wishes the dwarf a good night and then decides to retire as well. After a comfortable rest, he rises, prays to Moradin and packs up his things and heads down for some quick breakfast. He makes a point to savor the meal, as he knows it will be all trail rations for the next few days. He tips the staff, grabs his gear and heads out to the stables to see how the preparations are going, and offer his help if there is anything he can assist with.
Another warm, but wet, evening in Neverwinter. A fine tavern establishment has a second floor hired just for their first meeting. Seats of deep coloured leather, furniture of dark woods and a bar a impressive collection of coloured glass bottles from all over manned by a smartly-dressed, but deft half-orc with a flat brow.
Well-lit but not overbearing as the main room can be heard below the wooden panels; raucous laughter and lively discussions, but all in the name of merriment. A large table beside the bar finds a large selection of pies, cheeses, salads, fruit, biscuits, breads and cured meats ranging from hot to cold.
All of this is those invited by Gundren would find as they enter the room they have been instructed to enter...
Looking up from their piece of parchment, Flutter stands in front of a tall building, figuring this must be the place. He shakes off the remaining drips of rain from his feathers and slowly creaks open the door to the tavern. The place is definitely in full swing at the moment as cheers and laughter fill the room. Hands close to his chest, Flutter makes his way to the bar and pauses for a moment as he tries to find the right words.
”If you ever need help, ask for Gundren!”
He mimics to the barkeep, who undoubtedly looks confused hearing a dwarven voice spring from a bird.
After a bit of back and forth, he is shown the way upstairs where he finds the chamber he’s been summoned to. Nervously, he pushes open the heavy wooden door to find a room full of food, fine furniture and a staffed bar. It would appear he is the first one to arrive, knowing there would be others here. Waddling up to the barkeep past the tables and food, he raises his hands to gain the attention of the person behind, waving them about before mimicing again,
” -Ask for Gundren!.... -Gundren!”
In an attempt to find his old friend he met on the road.
An average built, though slightly shorter than average, human man ascends the staircase, stepping into the finely decorated private room. A droplet of water fell from the wide brimmed, exquisite hat still upon his head. He removed it as he surveyed the room laid out before him. His eyes, a shallow blue color, even more so compared to the extravagant blues and purple hues of his hat and matching suit, seemingly draped upon his person, more as if he was showcasing it, than wearing it.
While the floor below may have been lively, this one was void of any noise, cheerful or otherwise. A fine spread of foodstuffs sat on multiple tables and drinks behind a bar at the other end. Though out of place, a bird flapped about at the bar; whether wild and having found its way indoors, or trained and hired for entertainment, he knew not. But seeing as there was no one else yet within the area, he made his way to the only living soul around, a half-orc grimly standing behind the bar.
"Good, they've had enough sense to provide hired help. If I'd known it'd only be you, I would have considered bringing my valet in as well, to keep me company. And at the very least, our host could have been present. Well, be a good lad and fetch me a drink. I'll take a glass of your most expensive libation, regardless of what it is. Oh, and...leave the bottle."
All the while walking to the bar, he may have directed his speech at the half-orc but it wasn't so much as talking to him, but rather at him, with a slightly snarky tone, brought about by the inherent feeling of superiority being from a high socioeconomic class. Assuming that the bartender heard his order, Aldreric Fortunus leaned an elbow on the bar, looking away, out towards the room, and waited for someone more to show, or at the very least, his vague drink order.
After pestering the barkeep, the familiar sound of the door opening creaks behind him. Flutter turns around in excitement,
” -Gundren!”
He mimics excitedly. Only to find that, no, it wasn’t him. The fresh face is still nice, though. This means his first new friend has arrived! Flutter brings his hands to his chest and turns toward this new figure, pausing for a second, trying to find the right words.
”Oh, hello there little one”
He mimics from a past encounter with a burly guard,
“What is your name?”
Kharnyl has never seen a city like Neverwinter before, with so many unfamiliar races all doing such inexplicable things. While generally not the most jovial dwarf, his spirits are up because if the prospect set before him. But he feels a deep sense of responsibility as he enters the tavern.
Knowing that he is not far from the great lost dwarven city of Gauntlgrym deepens his already mighty resolve to spread the word of Moradin and the great race of Dwarves throughout the land. While the pressure of overpopulation force young clerics like himself to set out in search of new homes, the Thundering is also a great opportunity for Dwarves to retake their lost place in the North.
Past all of the raucous guests, Kharnyl spies the staircase and heads up. He sees the spread first, and thinks well of Gundren for arranging such a reception. After his travels Kharnyl has quite the appetite and starts to pick at the buffet. He notices the bird at the bar, but doesn't quite know what to make of him. When he hears the bird mention Gundren's name, he is surprised, and his first thought is that the creature must be some sort of pet. Dwarves are a hearty lot, but mining without a canary is like getting out of bed without asking for the blessing of the Soul-Forger.
Kharnyl takes a crust of bread and some charcuterie with him as he heads to the bar. Speaking in a tone fit for addressing a child, Kharnyl asks the feathered creature, "Well there, Birdy, Did Gundren leave you here all by yourself?"
Walking his way through Neverwinter, Rou spots the tavern Gundren told him to meet. Ducking so he doesnt hit the door with his horns, Rou enters the tavern looking for his friend. Seeing the first floor is full he takes a seat at the bar, he orders an ale and asks the Barkeep where Gundren is. The bartend informs Rou Gundren had reserved the the second floor for him and other folk. "He didnt mention others..." Rou thinks to himself as he take his mug and heads up the staircase.
Heading upto the door, he again ducks, emerging from outside a. Tiefling stand about 6'5 and burley unlike the usually fiendish colors his skin was all obsidian black with red tattoos, silver haired, and golden eyes. His horn protrude from under his hair sticking out an extra 3 to 5 inches. His attire is nothing but common traveler's clothes and his grear.
Rou taking a few seconds to scan the room he heads to the half orc "Another Ale..." giving him a empty mug.
Felix Windfall(Human-V Lv.7 Rogue) killed in ToA, Vallan Houndstrider (Halfling Ghostwise Lv.1 Fighter) in DiAOthers began to arrive, as a clear glass bottle, and a drinking glass to match, both nearly filled completely with a redish-purple liquid, were placed on the bar behind Aldreric. He dropped a piece of gold on the counter, and retrieved the glass. "There's more where that came from, just keep them coming, lad."
The party that appeared to be shaping wasn't necessarily what Aldreric would describe as 'riff-raff', however they seemed far from the part of wealthy investors, and high-end hires that he had expected, given how prized Gundren had made the opportunity seem. But, looks can always be deceiving.
The next to arrive, was a dwarf, who seemed passingly amused with the bird, just as Aldreric was. As the dwarf approached it, Aldreric announced to him, both as a jolly-hearted warning and as an ice-breaker for conversation: "Either bewitched, or skillfully taught, the thing does do tricks. I've already heard it speak common tongue."
As he watched the interaction between the two, another entered. A tiefling, who promptly made his way to the bar, an action that Aldreric more than respected. "A man who knows what he wants. But while such a common drink as ale is appropriate for a common-looking individual such as yourself, perhaps given the circumstances, you can indulge in something higher."
Aldreric stopped the half-orc as he went to fill the tiefling's mug. "Bring another glass for my friend here as well." Aldreric felt the need to hold up his own glass higher as he spoke, to give context to the barkeep, in the event that his half-orc brain required it. Turning back to the tiefling. "Where are my manners? Allow me to introduce myself. Aldreric Fortunus the Third, purveyor and transporter of spices and ingredients, precious goods and high-end cargo, and rarities and oddities. If it's something that can fetch more than it's worth, I can find the market for it. And you are...?"
The half-orc fills orders graciously. His hands are steady, drink measurements exact. When stopped mid-serving of the tiefling, he simply nods with smile, as if in agreement and fulfils the request before going back to minimal cleaning of glasses or folding of napkins.
Amongst the chatting and eating, sturdy footsteps are heard climbing the steps. A deep dwarf voice is entangled with a human males as they have a hushed discussion that extends into the entrance of the private area for them to all meet. The dwarf dressed sharply waves the documents, the policies and the young man as he scampers away. He slaps the rain off his hat before spreading his arms wide, his grin a little wider, as he welcomes the team. You all recognise him as Gundren Rockseeker.
"Wonderful people, great for ye to come! I thank ye for taking the time, and the effort, help me place the few building blocks of me expedition. The first block is simply getting some provisions to the wee town of Phandelin." As he speaks he wonders over to the bar to see a tankard prepared for him. He gives thanks, relishes a long sip before continuing, "It's only a couple of days travel, and there'll be nice little payment of ten gold per head. Now, it's all along roads, so there's to be no funny business," Another long sip, "Weeell, except on Triboar Trail. We all know it can be a bit... sketchy around there, but me and me brothers ain't heard nothing!"
Gundren takes a mouthful of pork pie before continuing, "Now! I've got rooms for ye all, so don't worry about that. And in the morning, we'll just quickly go over the route before heading off! Any questions, fire away." He happily scoffs and sipping away.
Just as he asks for the fancy man's name, a second figure emerges from the threshold of the hall. A stout, smaller man. He approaches Flutter, and addresses him nicely. Taken aback by this kindness, Flutter brings his hands close to his chest again, touching a claw to his beak. He places a hand on his chest and makes a fluttering noise, the sound of something whooshing by. He then stretches his hand out toward the Dwarf,
" -And what is your name?"
He mimics again, in the voice of an old burly guard he once met. And just as quickly as the Dwarf came in, another figure appeared. This one quickly made his way to the bar and ordered a drink, walking near past everyone else along the way. Another friend!
" -And wha-"
He begins to mimic again, but the third man cuts him off as he orders his drink. These new friends are proving to be difficult, but at least the shorter one talks to him rather than at him. The fancy man and this new figure begin talking. The fancy man introduces himself as Aldreric Fortunus, the Third. Flutter doesn't expect anything different from someone in those clothes. He's 'met' quite a few nobles, and it isn't much different. It is rather exciting, though, to be on the same team as one this time.
Before the Dwarf can respond to Flutter, another figure comes through the door. This one looks a bit familiar.
" -Ask for Gundren!"
He mimics excitedly in Gundren's own voice, as he makes his way inside and gives his speech. Flutter poofs his chest out a bit, standing more confidently as he relays the information about the task at hand, tiny bits of dirt caked on to his cloak break as his posture changes and fall to the floor. Flutter only takes a seat at the table after Gundren, taking a bit of food and munching on it as he speaks.
"Rockseeker, you honor us with this reception. Thank you for seeing to our lodging for the evening, as well; it has been a long journey and a good night's rest will be welcome. The Temple elders have provided me precious little in the way of details regarding your expedition, but they have high hopes that the village of Phandalin will become a thriving town built around the mine. Regarding the trip, who will be in attendance beside you and I? I see only your black canary and this fop." He leans in and in a lower voice asks, "Is he an investor, or just merchant? He looks a bit too well-heeled for the latter, but I wouldn't expect you to take any outside partners."
"And I thought I could be long-winded."
Aldreric laughed as he turned back to face the bar, and jovially slapped the tiefling's back, as though what he had just said was a well-worn joke between two friends, rather than the two complete strangers who officially had not even had a conversation, as they actually were. While of course he was there to speak with Gundren, the night was still young and they had just arrived. There would be plenty of time to examine the pet bird, or rest his glass on the other dwarf's head, to play off as if he'd mistaken it for a table. For now, he was intent on conversing with the group's horned giant.
Noticing that while their host arrived, the bartender had brought an additional glass, Aldreric poured one for his new drinking companion. "Now I know that you're likely used to lower level swill, and there is absolutely nothing wrong with that. After all, we are all born to our own stations, and find solice within them. However, since the opportunity knocks, I recommend you try this. It's known as Yaeggar Bom."
Aldreric held the glass up to the tiefling, while finishing the little he had left of his own, and pouring another. "Let us toast. No man should drink alone."
"Rou, The Black Devil of War. I kill men for the right amount of coin." Rou looks angrily at the human as his ale is taken. Slowly getting ready to take his mug and smash the small human head Gundren arrvies. He slowly puts the mug down remember the time he hated Gundren when they fierst met. Rou has a heavy sigh then enters Gundren with that dumb smile on his face "Troublesome as always, Gundren. I hate escort jobs you know that, i can guarantee others safety but yours and mine." Looking at the frail looking bird creature. "So what's in Phandelin that requires a group?"
Seeing the glass poured and presented Rou sigh and drinks it "Too sweet i prefer smoothing harder...Friend"
Felix Windfall(Human-V Lv.7 Rogue) killed in ToA, Vallan Houndstrider (Halfling Ghostwise Lv.1 Fighter) in DiA"Oh aye, too kind, Deepdelver, too kind. But I will ask ye just a little patience, for these are ye travelling companions!" He gestures to all present with a half-eaten quiche slice in hand. Also lowering his tone, he replies if Dwarvish, "I know how it looks, lad. He's an investor Exceptional things are found in the unexpected," and he gives his fellow dwarf a wink.
With a deep chuckle, and the spreading of arms (and crumbs!), Gundren slides in between Rou and Aldreric. "Oh, lads! Getting on well, I see! Aldreric, do you remember the tale I told ye of the warrior that survived the ambush of five-hundred? This is that soldier, Rou! Ye don't have a problem with tieflings, do ye?" He wiggles his eyebrows at the man before turning to the tiefling.
"Aye, Rou, I know, I know. But this is just the first phase, I assure ye. Second phase we'll be chugging rocks, and that's when I'll need ye! Not to mention... Triboar, first!" Gundren grimaces mockingly.
Sitting next to the kenku, Gundren speaks warmly, "There you are, lad. I'm surprised you made it, in honesty! Eat up, and if ye tired, I got a bed perfect for ye. Oh!" Gundren rumages through his pockets before two retrieving a little blank label with gold safety pins. As he does this, the half-orc puts down an inkwell and a quills before disappearing. "Write ye name, so they know what to call ye!" He gives the kenku a smile before hopping off the chair.
Aldreric grinned at the tiefling's response. First contact. “Indeed. I think I’m going to like you, my friend. You tolerate pomp and circumstance, but you yourself are more direct to your point and speak your mind.” Downing the remainder of his glass, he replaces the glass stopper on the bottle. “Barkeep, my friend and I desire something stronger. Bring us something to put hair on your chest, and burns the throat and belly.”
Aldreric returned to facing Rou, and at least opening his attention back up to the rest of the room, while he awaited a new choice of drink, based on the wild description he fed to the bartender. Regardless of the fact that the half-orc seemed to have disappeared for the moment. Addressing Rou’s inquiry and decidingly opening his own conversation to Gundren and the rest, of they felt so inclined to engage. “I assume the party is to transport labor supplies, maybe some armaments for defenses, perhaps even payroll. All in all, I expect it likely to be hoods required for the acquisition of Gundren’s...new found opportunity, we’ll call it.”
Turning to now address the host for the first time that evening, speaking as he appeared to be playing with his pet bird, though unaware of the trick it would be performing. “Would I be within the realm of correctness? Being as this is indeed an investment worth sparing no expense.”
Flutter picks up the quill and parchment laid before him, nodding in agreement. He quickly scrawls down his spoken name and, using the pins provided, clasps it to his cloak. He takes a look around the room from his seat next to Gundren, pointing to his name to show the others, but everyone seems busy with their own matters at the moment.
Nonetheless, Flutter faces forward once again, eyeing some of the food laid out before him and taking in his fill before retiring for the night later on.
Gundren strokes his beard, eyes away in thought, "More the former, lad, less the latter. As I said, preliminary stages, but procedure must be followed in order to achieve success. No one is above the foundations, am I right?"
Kharnyl looks about the room and feels inspired by the Soul-Forger to say something to the group. Stepping to the far end of the hall away from the bar where everyone was gathered, he turns to face the crowd. Kharnyl clears his throat, not as much to ready his voice as to get their attention, and begins, "Good evening, friends! Let us thank our gracious host, Gundred for this feast. Let us not forget also to give thanks to the gods for their favor, and may Moradin bless this expedition, for by his grace alone may mines thrive and those who toil in the dirt and stone of Toril prosper. Be merry, friends and rest up, for Tommorow, Moradin has chosen this band of strangers to be the foundation of the destiny of Phandalin. The burden and honor of our task is great and humbling, but we will fight any fight, meet any challenge, overcome any obstacle to see the success of Gundren's mine! The dwarves shall prevail, the dwarves shall endure, the dwarves shall grow!"
”Well said!”
Aldreric called across the room to the dwarf.
“I truly appreciate your further provision of support towards my earlier statement pertaining to the great length of wind, which bellows from your face.”
He laughed at his own joke. A deep hearty laugh in a manner that could make it seem that he only told it for his own sake and not even necessarily for the humor of others.
”But imaginary idolizing beliefs aside, systematically erred or not, wealth does talk and should this opportunity turn out to be as rewarding as you seem to think, Gundren, then yes, I do believe thanks are in order.”
Aldreric held out his glass as if to toast their host, only once it was in front of him and raised realizing that it was still empty. A frown of disappointment wiped away the otherwise cheerful smile that he had been wearing that night. In Aldreric’s opinion, the same frown that should naturally come to any man when facing an unfilled glass.
”Once that sharply-dressed bar servant returns with my and my newest friend’s drinks. I intend to retire for the evening, and truly look forward to our journey beginning on the morrow.”
Gundren over-gestures a bow and holds his own drink to everyone in the room. "No, lad, no! I believe All-Father blesses all that forge, including those who forge their own path in this chaos that is life; and that includes every one of ye that chose stand here today. It is I who must thank you. Now, I too will retire. Just a few things I have to confirm before hitting the sack meself! Fine dreams to ye." He tips his hat to the room before taking his leave.
The half-orc grunts a goodnight to his boss from behind the bar, who gestures in return before going back to wiping a glass.
Kharnyl wishes the dwarf a good night and then decides to retire as well. After a comfortable rest, he rises, prays to Moradin and packs up his things and heads down for some quick breakfast. He makes a point to savor the meal, as he knows it will be all trail rations for the next few days. He tips the staff, grabs his gear and heads out to the stables to see how the preparations are going, and offer his help if there is anything he can assist with.