Dahlia suppresses a decidedly unlady-like snort at Charisma's question and mimics the other woman's own sucked in teeth expression from earlier for just a second before smiling hugely at the bartender as Charisma asks about the spirits.
She doesn't sit, instead leaning against the bar between two of the stools. She lets the top of her leather vest hang open just enough to reveal some cleavage. Experience has more than proven men are much more talkative and malleable when amply distracted.
Edith stands leans against the bar but doesn't take a stool, leaving them open for Myst, Dahlia, and Charisma. She smiles at Charisma hoping her big pointy-toothed grin will cheer her up. "I'll have some mead if you have any," she says looking to the bartender. Seeing Dahila decided not to sit she takes a stool shaking her head a little at Dahlia's behavior.
"Oy!" Mystwaen elbows Dahlia back in retaliation and sits at the barstool at the end next to her. "Make that 2 meads," she says looking over the bar. "And what kind of food do you have here?"
The bartender looks you all over. His gaze lingering longer in some places. "Well aint y'all a sight for sore eyes. Y'all just get in or draw the short straw for watch?" Not particularly listening for an answer he fills 2 bone mugs with mead and puts 2 bottles on the counter. "It's usually only the captains that's can afford the good stuff." He says to Charisma "But I've got Gin and Rum if ya got the gold for it. The meads are 2 silver each."
He then puts 2 actually glasses on the counter in preparation for pouring the liquor and continues "Fraid we aint got no food left. Janey will be bringing down breakfast stuff pretty soon though. We know yall like to be on the water with the sun."
"Well I ain't no fancy captain," Dahlia drawls, laying it on thick to blend in with the average meathead crewman. "I'll take a mead if'n ya got a sweet one, all the better."
"You get many captains gracing this here fine establishment?" she asks, running a hand along the bar.
Mystwaen tries hard to not laugh at Dahlia's accent, but hides it by grabbing the mug and taking a swig. "It's always a long night, and a drink only helps." She takes another swig. "A meal too, when you get one." Mystwaen places 6 silver on the counter. "For the drinks, and hers - " she nods at Charisma, and places a few more silver down "- when she gets one."
The barman removes one of the nice glasses and replaces it with a mug of mead for Dahlia. "Nah, most Captians go for a real bed at the Feathered Goose. It's just down yonder" he says while hitching his thumb off to his left "Or they let a room from Janey sometimes"
He removes the silver from the bar waiting for Charisma do decide on her drink.
Edith, uncertain of which drinks were paid for sets down 2 silver pieces. She reaches over grabbing a mug and takes a sip as she listens to the conversation.
(I put down silver for the 3 meads and extra silver for Charisma)
Mystwaen looks over at the rest of the crew paying for their own drinks and rolls her eyes with a smile at their obliviousness, picking up all of her coins except the 2 silver for her mead (or if that's not possible, picking up the money these two have put down). She tunes out Dahlia's flirting, and looks at the group by the fire, wondering if they would have anything useful.
Charisma sighs, " Does the Feathered Goose have tubs where this dirty scalawag can get a hot bath? " she rests her hand on Dahlia's shoulder, then nods at the coins on the bar, "Is there enough there for a gin?... And I don't suppose you have any citrus back there you can throw in it..."
While Charisma orders and Mystwaen looks around, Dahlia taps out "talk Janey". She wants to make sure they get a chance to question the woman when she brings breakfast shortly.
Mystwaen. You see that the man at the fire with a girl in his lap is better dressed and groomed than the others. You see a glint of light off a bracket and a ring. In the flickering firelight on the ground beside him is a hat with what looks like a pin stuck in the headband but it's hard to make out details. (You can give me a history or perception at disadvantage from this distance to identify it, or get closer)
At the mention of a bath and citrus the fellow sitting next to you all throws a gold piece on the bar. "Hers is on me..." he says to the bartender "and don't pretend you don't have limes back there! We just brought some in this morning and I know you got your share." He sends a smile Charisma's way while leaning over to see you all better.
"So, the feathered goose hey? They got plenty hot baths there but..." He puts on a mock frown "No one there to wash your back."
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He's a fairly decent looking fellow. No missing parts as far as you can see. His clothes are not new but well maintained and clean. From what you've seen so far he seems to have more of his faculties about him than most at this hour. He looks to be human with muscular shoulders protruding from a leather vest. A mop of curly brown hair splays out from underneath a black cap. The brim of his cap hovering over dark eyes that frame a hawkish nose.
Edith taps out (Roger) to Dahlia before taking another drink of mead. She looks over at the guy talking, still just listening to the conversation, but also checking to see what kind of guy he is.
Edith, You don't notice anything special about the guy talking to you. The other 2 people at the bar look like they know him. One is leaning in a little to listen. The other is shaking his head as if this is common behavior from his friend.
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Mystwaen acknowledges Dahlia's message with a slight nod, before tapping 'People. Fire. Clues. Looking.' She looks suspiciously at the man flirting with Charisma, wanting to see how trustworthy he is.
Perception: 22
If all is good there, Mystwaen will casually walk over to the fire and take a seat, relaxing and enjoying the warmth of the fire, trying to inconspicuously get a look at the hat.
That would actually be insight (such as when searching out a lie or predicting someone’s next move. Doing so involves gleaning clues from body language, speech habits, and changes in mannerisms.) but I'll adjust your roll.
Mystwaen casually taps a message while taking a moment to observe the flirty guy. You don't sense anything deeper in his actions. He's just hoping to get lucky.
Dahlia suppresses a decidedly unlady-like snort at Charisma's question and mimics the other woman's own sucked in teeth expression from earlier for just a second before smiling hugely at the bartender as Charisma asks about the spirits.
She doesn't sit, instead leaning against the bar between two of the stools. She lets the top of her leather vest hang open just enough to reveal some cleavage. Experience has more than proven men are much more talkative and malleable when amply distracted.
Edith stands leans against the bar but doesn't take a stool, leaving them open for Myst, Dahlia, and Charisma. She smiles at Charisma hoping her big pointy-toothed grin will cheer her up. "I'll have some mead if you have any," she says looking to the bartender. Seeing Dahila decided not to sit she takes a stool shaking her head a little at Dahlia's behavior.
"Oy!" Mystwaen elbows Dahlia back in retaliation and sits at the barstool at the end next to her. "Make that 2 meads," she says looking over the bar. "And what kind of food do you have here?"
The bartender looks you all over. His gaze lingering longer in some places. "Well aint y'all a sight for sore eyes. Y'all just get in or draw the short straw for watch?" Not particularly listening for an answer he fills 2 bone mugs with mead and puts 2 bottles on the counter. "It's usually only the captains that's can afford the good stuff." He says to Charisma "But I've got Gin and Rum if ya got the gold for it. The meads are 2 silver each."
He then puts 2 actually glasses on the counter in preparation for pouring the liquor and continues "Fraid we aint got no food left. Janey will be bringing down breakfast stuff pretty soon though. We know yall like to be on the water with the sun."
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"Well I ain't no fancy captain," Dahlia drawls, laying it on thick to blend in with the average meathead crewman. "I'll take a mead if'n ya got a sweet one, all the better."
"You get many captains gracing this here fine establishment?" she asks, running a hand along the bar.
Mystwaen tries hard to not laugh at Dahlia's accent, but hides it by grabbing the mug and taking a swig. "It's always a long night, and a drink only helps." She takes another swig. "A meal too, when you get one." Mystwaen places 6 silver on the counter. "For the drinks, and hers - " she nods at Charisma, and places a few more silver down "- when she gets one."
The barman removes one of the nice glasses and replaces it with a mug of mead for Dahlia. "Nah, most Captians go for a real bed at the Feathered Goose. It's just down yonder" he says while hitching his thumb off to his left "Or they let a room from Janey sometimes"
He removes the silver from the bar waiting for Charisma do decide on her drink.
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Edith, uncertain of which drinks were paid for sets down 2 silver pieces. She reaches over grabbing a mug and takes a sip as she listens to the conversation.
"Thank yeh kindly good sir," Dahlia says brightly, passing over three silvers and taking a large drink of her mead.
"That makes you the rotten egg Ris!" She avoids using her crewmate's real name.
(I put down silver for the 3 meads and extra silver for Charisma)
Mystwaen looks over at the rest of the crew paying for their own drinks and rolls her eyes with a smile at their obliviousness, picking up all of her coins except the 2 silver for her mead (or if that's not possible, picking up the money these two have put down). She tunes out Dahlia's flirting, and looks at the group by the fire, wondering if they would have anything useful.
(Is there anything specific your looking for Mystwaen?)
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(Oh sorry I couldn't tell, I read it like you were paying just for yours and Charisma's. My bad.)
(It's totally fine Medusa! :) I realized after how confusingly I worded it!)
(Brian: Anything that would be connected to the Count/his servant or our Captain. Belongings, sigils, etc.)
Charisma sighs, " Does the Feathered Goose have tubs where this dirty scalawag can get a hot bath? " she rests her hand on Dahlia's shoulder, then nods at the coins on the bar, "Is there enough there for a gin?... And I don't suppose you have any citrus back there you can throw in it..."
While Charisma orders and Mystwaen looks around, Dahlia taps out "talk Janey". She wants to make sure they get a chance to question the woman when she brings breakfast shortly.
Mystwaen. You see that the man at the fire with a girl in his lap is better dressed and groomed than the others. You see a glint of light off a bracket and a ring. In the flickering firelight on the ground beside him is a hat with what looks like a pin stuck in the headband but it's hard to make out details. (You can give me a history or perception at disadvantage from this distance to identify it, or get closer)
At the mention of a bath and citrus the fellow sitting next to you all throws a gold piece on the bar. "Hers is on me..." he says to the bartender "and don't pretend you don't have limes back there! We just brought some in this morning and I know you got your share." He sends a smile Charisma's way while leaning over to see you all better.
"So, the feathered goose hey? They got plenty hot baths there but..." He puts on a mock frown "No one there to wash your back."
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He's a fairly decent looking fellow. No missing parts as far as you can see. His clothes are not new but well maintained and clean. From what you've seen so far he seems to have more of his faculties about him than most at this hour. He looks to be human with muscular shoulders protruding from a leather vest. A mop of curly brown hair splays out from underneath a black cap. The brim of his cap hovering over dark eyes that frame a hawkish nose.
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Edith taps out (Roger) to Dahlia before taking another drink of mead. She looks over at the guy talking, still just listening to the conversation, but also checking to see what kind of guy he is.
Perception: 7
Edith, You don't notice anything special about the guy talking to you. The other 2 people at the bar look like they know him. One is leaning in a little to listen. The other is shaking his head as if this is common behavior from his friend.
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Mystwaen acknowledges Dahlia's message with a slight nod, before tapping 'People. Fire. Clues. Looking.' She looks suspiciously at the man flirting with Charisma, wanting to see how trustworthy he is.
Perception: 22
If all is good there, Mystwaen will casually walk over to the fire and take a seat, relaxing and enjoying the warmth of the fire, trying to inconspicuously get a look at the hat.
Perception: 7
That would actually be insight (such as when searching out a lie or predicting someone’s next move. Doing so involves gleaning clues from body language, speech habits, and changes in mannerisms.) but I'll adjust your roll.
Mystwaen casually taps a message while taking a moment to observe the flirty guy. You don't sense anything deeper in his actions. He's just hoping to get lucky.
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