Fat Mar fetches another light ale and some soup from the kitchen for Zelra before answering. True to his word, the cabbage soup does have a great flavor to it for such a dingy tavern.
"As far as I know, it can serve as a warning system for the Black Fist as well as a guiding light for ships out at sea. I don't think there's much more to it than that. Both House Sokol and the Black Fist would want it to be lit again, I would think, so that fact it's not must mean it's not a simple task. There aren't many folks that still work in the Keep; mostly members of House Sokol itself, but a handful of Black Fist guards are stationed there as well."
"The Black Fist is the only reason House Sokol still bothers with the Keep from what I've heard. They own it, after all, but they are a relatively new house; young for nobles, and they've only recently been raised up by the first Lord Protector. It's still a small source of income thanks to their use of the beacon, and with trade the way it has been in Phlan, they need all the help they can get."
Fat Mar chuckles at Zelra's mention of the treasure. "I'm afraid I don't know much more in the way of details. The two ladies in the corner might know more. They were friends with a couple of the Black Fist guards who were stationed there. I overheard them talking about one that's missing this morning."
For Sylyra:
Once your attention is drawn to the two human women in the corner, you realize that you know exactly who they are: Keria and Aravele, the jilted ladies that you courted simultaneously when you first arrived in Phlan, eating lunch and talking together!
Sylyra looks over to where Fat Mar is pointing, then turns back toward the party, his eyes full of thought. "What are they doing here?" he asks himself aloud. "I won't be any help with those cows," he comments to the party before drinking more of his ale. Then, "If we can play our cards right, we might can get paid twice," the elf says, returning to the main subject. "If the Black Fist and House Sokol don't know we're also talking to the other group, perhaps they will both offer a reward for relighting the lamp."
Ola finished cleaning water in her glass by freezing the purest part and leaving the rest with all additives in the spare mug. "Reward or not, both parties have to know something the rest does not. I would say Black Fist is more reliable here, if they have - or had - a garrison in the Keep. I will talk to them after we are done here." Then she silently returned to her meal, sipping clean water like others would sip good wine.
Uragum looks at Sylyra and says, "you know them but dont want to chat with them?" He frowns, the smiles, "I'll go."
He then gets up and moves over to the girls and pulls up a chair and inserts himself at the table, "Evening ladies, names Uragum. Heard you had some info about the keep. I'm looking to right it and what to know what you know. So let's make this happen."
Zelra clicks her fingers at Sylyra. "That was exactly what I was thinking. We can split into two groups. One can go to the Black Fist and the other can go to House Sokol. Ola and Arnald would be good for the Black Fist and I kind of want to go to Sokol and see what they're all about. How about you, Sylyra? You're all noble-y and stuff, so I think you'll fit right in."
Fat Mar rolls his eyes and pulls himself up from the chair. "Coming right out. Sir," he says gruffly. A short moment later, he returns from the kitchen carrying plates of the catch of the day. While the pike is a far cry from the home style cooking of Madame Freona and her daughters, it is still much better than anything you could eat on the side of the road.
At the table in the corner, the two women raise their glasses to Uragum. "It's still morning, big man. I'm Keria, and she's Aravele. Our pleasure," the first giggles. Aravele only grunts, but also sends a smile toward the goliath. Both women are equipped well, wearing leather armor beneath their clothing, and are beautiful by any standard, Keria's cute and giggly demeanor countered by the wry coolness of Aravele across the table.
The ladies share a look of hesitation, but Aravele shrugs and says, "I'll be honest with you, Uragum. If you want to help, you can start by looking for our friend Grim. He was stationed at Sokol Keep before he went missing."
He smiles back, "well we Goliath's have a saying, 'It evening somewhere.' Gives us an excuse to drink at any time," he says and gives a laugh. "Anyways, you said your friend Grim is missing? Tell me about him and the situation. My friends and I have been asked to look into it and as the only Goliath mage you'll likely meet, I say knowledge is power. The more info we have the better off we will be and the more likely we survive long enough to figure out the issue. Also, it would be simple enough to keep our eyes open for Grim."
Sylyra gives Fat Mar a quick smile before taking his first forkful. As he chews, he makes a face of discontent. "How far I am from the great chefs of Waterdeep," the elf moans. But he keeps eating.
"Well I think we got all the info we need from Fat Mar. Just gotta wait for Uragum and see what he finds out. Thanks for everything, Mar." Zelra then dives into her food, offering some to the others, especially to Sylyra who looks so discontent with the food.
Keria starts to explain, "The last time we spoke to Grim, he had mentioned--"
BANG!
The door is violently thrown open as a half-dozen burly and obviously drunk dockworkers barge in. They seem quite angry. Without returning so much as a glance to the patrons' stares, they march towards the two mercenaries and Uragum.
"Your friends in the Keep are costing us work! Where are they hiding?" bellows one to the women at the table.
"Sod off, Thirus," Aravele growls; obviously in no mood for a chat, "Crawl back into the hole you came from before you and your friends get hurt."
Ola was still sipping her water, contemplating the idea to return to Madam Friona when brutes added one more reason to the "return" column. Ola raised the brow and put the glass on the table - the gang must have being either very brave or very stupid to walk like this at giant Uragum and 2 armed guards. She did not interfere yet but checked the sword and prepared to the worst.
Uragum stands, revealing his full height to the dockworker and stares down at him. His face is stern and he brings up his meaty hands and cracks his knuckles. He simply states, "Do we have a problem here..."
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Uragum Intimidation: 9
The man who had been speaking sneers at Uragum, but his glance backward shows him that his compatriots do not share the same backbone.
"No. Not with you, unless you're in on this," he grunts, directing his gaze back to Keria and Aravele. "Do you know how many jobs we lose if House Sokol is gone? We'll find your friends, and they'll pay us every copper piece we've lost."
Despite his bravado, he slowly backs away from the table. "Come on, fellas. Since we're here we might as well grab some ale," he says.
The six men, grumbling, walk to the bar, violence averted for the moment.
Keria chuckles, shaking her head. Aravele motions Uragum back to his chair. "Thank you, but we could have handled that. I could take those buffoons with one hand tied behind my back, and there's two of us," she says with a look to Keria. "Right, then...what did you want to know?" Keria asks.
Arnald stood and was readying his bow when he realized there was no need. Returning to his seat, he turned his chair to face the bar and then moved a chair in front of it and propped his feet up while leaning his chair back.
Zelra watches on from her seat, sipping soup like she was eating popcorn. As the situation dies down, however, she continues to eat but also tries to listen in on Uragum's conversation, a bit more curious.
Uragum continues to stare at the man until they make their leave to the bar. Sitting back down he comes back to his smile. "I have no doubt in your skill at all, we Goliaths just cant sit still if there is a challenge to be had," he says. "Anyways, I do not know much about this beacon, what's it for and the whole situation so any info you could provide would be appreciated."
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Fat Mar fetches another light ale and some soup from the kitchen for Zelra before answering. True to his word, the cabbage soup does have a great flavor to it for such a dingy tavern.
"As far as I know, it can serve as a warning system for the Black Fist as well as a guiding light for ships out at sea. I don't think there's much more to it than that. Both House Sokol and the Black Fist would want it to be lit again, I would think, so that fact it's not must mean it's not a simple task. There aren't many folks that still work in the Keep; mostly members of House Sokol itself, but a handful of Black Fist guards are stationed there as well."
"The Black Fist is the only reason House Sokol still bothers with the Keep from what I've heard. They own it, after all, but they are a relatively new house; young for nobles, and they've only recently been raised up by the first Lord Protector. It's still a small source of income thanks to their use of the beacon, and with trade the way it has been in Phlan, they need all the help they can get."
Fat Mar chuckles at Zelra's mention of the treasure. "I'm afraid I don't know much more in the way of details. The two ladies in the corner might know more. They were friends with a couple of the Black Fist guards who were stationed there. I overheard them talking about one that's missing this morning."
For Sylyra:
Once your attention is drawn to the two human women in the corner, you realize that you know exactly who they are: Keria and Aravele, the jilted ladies that you courted simultaneously when you first arrived in Phlan, eating lunch and talking together!
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Sylyra looks over to where Fat Mar is pointing, then turns back toward the party, his eyes full of thought. "What are they doing here?" he asks himself aloud. "I won't be any help with those cows," he comments to the party before drinking more of his ale. Then, "If we can play our cards right, we might can get paid twice," the elf says, returning to the main subject. "If the Black Fist and House Sokol don't know we're also talking to the other group, perhaps they will both offer a reward for relighting the lamp."
Ola finished cleaning water in her glass by freezing the purest part and leaving the rest with all additives in the spare mug. "Reward or not, both parties have to know something the rest does not. I would say Black Fist is more reliable here, if they have - or had - a garrison in the Keep. I will talk to them after we are done here." Then she silently returned to her meal, sipping clean water like others would sip good wine.
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Uragum looks at Sylyra and says, "you know them but dont want to chat with them?" He frowns, the smiles, "I'll go."
He then gets up and moves over to the girls and pulls up a chair and inserts himself at the table, "Evening ladies, names Uragum. Heard you had some info about the keep. I'm looking to right it and what to know what you know. So let's make this happen."
"Good luck, friend," Sylyra says quietly. To Fat Mar, he says not too impatiently, "How's that pike coming?"
Zelra clicks her fingers at Sylyra. "That was exactly what I was thinking. We can split into two groups. One can go to the Black Fist and the other can go to House Sokol. Ola and Arnald would be good for the Black Fist and I kind of want to go to Sokol and see what they're all about. How about you, Sylyra? You're all noble-y and stuff, so I think you'll fit right in."
Sylyra shrugs one shoulder at Zelra's suggestion. He's still looking at Fat Mar.
Fat Mar rolls his eyes and pulls himself up from the chair. "Coming right out. Sir," he says gruffly. A short moment later, he returns from the kitchen carrying plates of the catch of the day. While the pike is a far cry from the home style cooking of Madame Freona and her daughters, it is still much better than anything you could eat on the side of the road.
At the table in the corner, the two women raise their glasses to Uragum. "It's still morning, big man. I'm Keria, and she's Aravele. Our pleasure," the first giggles. Aravele only grunts, but also sends a smile toward the goliath. Both women are equipped well, wearing leather armor beneath their clothing, and are beautiful by any standard, Keria's cute and giggly demeanor countered by the wry coolness of Aravele across the table.
The ladies share a look of hesitation, but Aravele shrugs and says, "I'll be honest with you, Uragum. If you want to help, you can start by looking for our friend Grim. He was stationed at Sokol Keep before he went missing."
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He smiles back, "well we Goliath's have a saying, 'It evening somewhere.' Gives us an excuse to drink at any time," he says and gives a laugh. "Anyways, you said your friend Grim is missing? Tell me about him and the situation. My friends and I have been asked to look into it and as the only Goliath mage you'll likely meet, I say knowledge is power. The more info we have the better off we will be and the more likely we survive long enough to figure out the issue. Also, it would be simple enough to keep our eyes open for Grim."
Sylyra gives Fat Mar a quick smile before taking his first forkful. As he chews, he makes a face of discontent. "How far I am from the great chefs of Waterdeep," the elf moans. But he keeps eating.
"Well I think we got all the info we need from Fat Mar. Just gotta wait for Uragum and see what he finds out. Thanks for everything, Mar." Zelra then dives into her food, offering some to the others, especially to Sylyra who looks so discontent with the food.
"I'm sure the soup is just as unappetizing," Sylyra responds to Zelra.
Keria starts to explain, "The last time we spoke to Grim, he had mentioned--"
BANG!
The door is violently thrown open as a half-dozen burly and obviously drunk dockworkers barge in. They seem quite angry. Without returning so much as a glance to the patrons' stares, they march towards the two mercenaries and Uragum.
"Your friends in the Keep are costing us work! Where are they hiding?" bellows one to the women at the table.
"Sod off, Thirus," Aravele growls; obviously in no mood for a chat, "Crawl back into the hole you came from before you and your friends get hurt."
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Ola was still sipping her water, contemplating the idea to return to Madam Friona when brutes added one more reason to the "return" column. Ola raised the brow and put the glass on the table - the gang must have being either very brave or very stupid to walk like this at giant Uragum and 2 armed guards. She did not interfere yet but checked the sword and prepared to the worst.
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Uragum stands, revealing his full height to the dockworker and stares down at him. His face is stern and he brings up his meaty hands and cracks his knuckles. He simply states, "Do we have a problem here..."
Sylyra puts his fork down and slowly stands up and faces the pack of newcomers.
Uragum Intimidation: 9
The man who had been speaking sneers at Uragum, but his glance backward shows him that his compatriots do not share the same backbone.
"No. Not with you, unless you're in on this," he grunts, directing his gaze back to Keria and Aravele. "Do you know how many jobs we lose if House Sokol is gone? We'll find your friends, and they'll pay us every copper piece we've lost."
Despite his bravado, he slowly backs away from the table. "Come on, fellas. Since we're here we might as well grab some ale," he says.
The six men, grumbling, walk to the bar, violence averted for the moment.
Keria chuckles, shaking her head. Aravele motions Uragum back to his chair. "Thank you, but we could have handled that. I could take those buffoons with one hand tied behind my back, and there's two of us," she says with a look to Keria. "Right, then...what did you want to know?" Keria asks.
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Arnald stood and was readying his bow when he realized there was no need. Returning to his seat, he turned his chair to face the bar and then moved a chair in front of it and propped his feet up while leaning his chair back.
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Zelra watches on from her seat, sipping soup like she was eating popcorn. As the situation dies down, however, she continues to eat but also tries to listen in on Uragum's conversation, a bit more curious.
Uragum continues to stare at the man until they make their leave to the bar. Sitting back down he comes back to his smile. "I have no doubt in your skill at all, we Goliaths just cant sit still if there is a challenge to be had," he says. "Anyways, I do not know much about this beacon, what's it for and the whole situation so any info you could provide would be appreciated."