Whirling his glaive around him once to flick the blood off, Duncan looks around to assess any major threats. With the troll laying half in, and half out, of the well, he jumps down from the ledge leaving any styrges to those who had been launching bolts over his head. He first looks around to see if any are injured, and finding any will call out to help for them. He then heads to the person who'd been starting the fight with the half-orc, and those nearby, likely now in shock, to calm them after the chaos.
Ser Knewt scrambles out from under the table he was sheltering under. He moves towards the table where Volo is seated. He checks with other patrons along the way to make sure they are ok and not seriously wounded.
He smoothes out his dyed robes as he takes a seat on the table across from Volo. Knewt knows from past experience that the human sized furniture is not conducive to him carrying on a conversation. He can never see the other individual over the table and has to stand in the chair. He has just taken to seating himself on the table. It draws some eyes at first; but many who know him just chop it up to another quirk of the little eccentric goblin in his colorful robes that mark him as a follower of Lathander.
Ser Knewt flashes a toothy smile at Volo as he climbs into the table and nimbly walks across the table towards Volo. He extends his clawed hand towards Volo and says quickly in a nasally high pitched voice, "Well met Volo! I am Ser Knewt. A humble goblin scholar in service to The Morninglord. I received this summons from Brother Orr at the Spires of the Morning. I have come in Brother Orr's place. He humbly begs your pardon in that he could not attend himself. How may I be of service?" Knewt nods at the human to put him at ease and takes a seat on the table to await his response and the other patrons introductions as well.
Once all the fighting ended, Jorah made sure to scramble over to the dead styrge he shot and retrieve his arrow. He was tempted to go harvest that troll's dead body, but with the arrival of the man calling himself Volo, he muttered a small curse and followed him towards the room the rest of those strangers that fought the troll were. Being ready to walk over to introduce himself, he was momentarily caught off guard when the goblin man calling himself Ser Knewt, beat him to it.
Waiting for him to finish introing himself, Jorah then takes the opportunity to speak for the first time to these people. "I was also invited here for a chance of glory. I am Jorah, pleasure to meet you all." His reptilian voice sounds a tad deeper than most Kobolds, but still carries better pronunciation then most of his brethren. Lowering his hood to reveal his head, he waves towards Volo, then glances at each of you, clearly on guard for the moment one of the party members tries to attack him.
Davik remains stood, with his hand outstretched, as the troll falls backwards down the well. His palms are singed with soot, and faint tendrils of black smoke seem to rise from his fingers, and then fade. He stays that way for a few seconds, concentrating hard on maintaining his curses until he feels the connection break and he's sure that the creature has truly died from the fall...
Gradually, stiffly, he closes his outstretched hand, and clenches it and opens it a few times, as if trying to get the circulation back in his fingers. As he relaxes his stance, he brushes the soot from his hands, and begins to massage the life back into them.
He surveys the scene. The bodies of many of the winged beasts litter the floor, while a couple more are pinned to the rafters in the ceiling, with the shafts of bolts and arrows sticking out of them. He looks across at Raiko with something like a begrudging newfound respect, for initiating the strategy that finally toppled the beast. He tries to make sure he looks away before they see it.
He sees Duncan whirling his glaive and can't help but smile at the showmanship. Yes, he'd do well in the fighting pits!
He looks round to find his friend Even, and calls over, "You okay??... Nice move....! You'll have to tell me sometime exactly how to stop a full grown troll in it's tracks, with a song! I think that one could definitely come in handy...".
Then Davik hears the name "Volo" spoken nearby, and eventually moves in, to be part of the growing group there...
Sir Knewt flashes a smile at Jorah, quite pleased to see someone of similar stature amongst this group of intrepid adventurers. Sir Knewt motions to Jorah to join him on the table. He calls to him, "Greetings Jorah! Would you care to join me up here? We'll have a better view of the formalities and not risk the occasional knee to the face." Knewt moves some of the table clutter out of the way to clear him a seat should Jorah decide to join him.
Rubin removes the bolt he had reflexively placed into his hand crossbow,and replaces it in the slot of the case it came from. Holding another moment, his eyes scanning the ceiling to make sure no more of the blood-suckers were around, he nods to himself and moves towards their table once again. He doesn't pay too much attention to those others around him as he notices Volo seated at the table already. "Have to make an entrance don't you..." Rubin mutters, mostly under his breath, as he moves over to where Volo is seated. "well, you have us all here, what is it you need doing?"
All around the tavern and common room serving boys and girls quickly set the tables and several overturned chairs back to their rightful place and gather the fallen creatures.
Rather quickly it s business as usual except for the grouo of young adventurers who have lost one of their friends. Duncan tries to see if he can help but they turn their back to him. The leader's body is still at the bottom of the well.
Silently they move to the main door and dissappear in the night.
At the table Volo nods his greetings at the Goblin and then at the Kobold.
"Well." he says " that s a rather nice surprise. I seem to remember a story beginning just like that. It was in Amn before the..." he stops himself and blushes a little. Self aware.
"Well yes, sorry I was late there was something I needed to do a'd got held up.... Literally." he chuckles to himself.
"Sorry, I need to introduce myself." he says when the others arrive at the table.He strokes his mustache, adjusts his floppy hat, and tightens his scarf. “Volothamp Geddarm, chronicler, wizard, and celebrity, at your service. I trust you’ve noted the violence in our fair city these past tendays. I haven’t seen so much blood since my last visit to Baldur’s Gate! But now I fear I have misplaced a friend amid this odious malevolence.
“My friend’s name is Floon Blagmaar. He’s got more beauty than brains, and I worry he took a bad way home a couple nights ago and was kidnapped — or worse. If you agree to track him down with all due haste, I can offer you ten dragons apiece now, and I can give you each ten times that when you find Floon. May I prevail upon you in my hour of need?”
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Volo seems genuanly worried abut his young friend.
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Jorah's eyes narrow towards the self proclaimed celebrity, attempting to gaige his words. He had lived in the city long enough to know that words were rarely worth their face value, especially where coin was concerned. Even if he didn't value money, he knew it's importance to the tall ones. He had scavenged more than his fair share of dead bodies, looted clean of their coin before being dumped into the sewers.
Insight: 20
Sensing Volo's feelings on the matter, Jorah lightens his gaze, instead exhaling sharply through his snout in mild annoyance and disappointment. He speaks up in his now, much less excited tone, directing it towards the man, "Invite said there would be glory. This sounds like an errand run. Who is this Floon? Does he have enemies, ones that would want him to end up like meat in the sewers?" After his pair of questions, Jorah settles down a bit, hoping that the answers would give him more hope to a potential adventure than what he was hearing thus far. Still, his tail tapped the chair he was sitting in mildly impatiently, showing his inner thoughts despite his stoic scowl. His 4-fingered hands held onto an oversized mug of clean water that his tongue would occasionally peek out from his maw to lap up.
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Raiko pulls themself up into a slightly more upright position as they stare down into the well, gaze following the descent of the troll, eyes slightly too wide. They stand there, unmoving as they try to catch their breath, face still ashen. Then they sheath their longsword again, turning their head to avoid looking directly at the troll gore spread over just about everywhere around the well. Instead, they watch the tavern's employees hurry to clean up the twitching corpses of the stirges, nauseated expression more than indicative that they weren't exactly preparing to offer a hand in hauling the bat-creatures away. Instead, they signal for Durnan's attention as he passes. "Do you require healers? I'm afraid I'm not particularly skilled in that aspect, but rest assured, it won't be any trouble at all to send a runner to the nearest temple. If you need any other assistance, please don't hesitate to ask."
Just as well the half-orc's corpse was no longer visible, because Raiko didn't really need another excuse to empty the contents of their stomach. With one, still slightly trembling hand, they brush away their sweat-streaked hair out of their vision, and only then finds enough reserve energy within them to focus their concentration at the man now occupying their table. They clunk over, a great big lump of metal and joints rather than the poised dignified creature of steel and light as they were before the brief tussle, and manages to smile wanly at the seated Volo, hand over their heart as they bowed. They spare a glance for the kobold and goblin, worry flashing over his face for a moment before he regained control over his expression.
"Salutations, and of course I'm delighted to meet you, Sir Volo, and I'm most dreadfully sorry about the mess." Raiko answers brightly, turning their head away slightly to avoid direct eye contact as they remain standing. They're rapidly regaining their vitality now that the threat was over, but nevertheless they look slightly ill at east. "This is all certainly very concerning, and I see why you didn't hesitate to contact the Order on this matter, and of course I'd be more than willing to provide as much assistance as necessary. People don't just disappear off the streets, though. Can I ask after the events that lead up to all this?"
Seeing everyone begin to gather, Davik moves over towards Even, his only real connection to this whole Volo affair. He stands diagonally behind him, close enough that they might speak without being too easily overheard, and asks “This your guy?”, just as Volo begins to speak.
He listens, as Volo introduces himself and sets out his predicament.
Insight: 2
Davik doesn’t quite know what to make of it all, but for him 10 gold up front would be pretty hard to turn down right now. He leans closer to Even, and asks, “What’s your plan? I’m in if you are”.
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Ser Knewt's Insight roll: 9
Ser Knewt regards Volo and is moved by the concern in his voice over his missing friend. Ser Knewt says in his quick speech pattern, "I shall be glad to assist you. My share of the reward you have offered can be donated to the Spires of the Morning." Knewt looks around at the others surrounding Volo to determine if they will answer his call as well.
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Looking around at the chaos slowly come back to order, Duncan flashes a small grin, thinking to himself "The Portal and Waterdeep don't disappoint! Even small beasts have joined the fight!" Making his way over to the table were those he'd seen fight have sat down again he grabs a half filled pint that someone had left, and somehow didn't get spilled during the fight, walks over to the table, and does a Riker Sit leaning his glaive next to the table. He specifically sat near the two monstrous attendees, curious, and a bit skeptical, of each.
"Sorry, I need to introduce myself." he says when the others arrive at the table.He strokes his mustache, adjusts his floppy hat, and tightens his scarf. “Volothamp Geddarm, chronicler, wizard, and celebrity, at your service. I trust you’ve noted the violence in our fair city these past tendays. I haven’t seen so much blood since my last visit to Baldur’s Gate! But now I fear I have misplaced a friend amid this odious malevolence.
"It's good to finally meet you sir. Commander Halleck from the Academy said I should look you up. I'm rather new to Waterdeep. Is the violence not common here?"Duncan asks, curious first about a seemingly bigger issue than a single missing noble. ((insight 11)).. and not really catching the genuine concern the man seems to have for his friend.
"Seems like you have a group of us who are willing to give you some aid." Rubin informs Volo as the others chime in with their words. "Do you happen to know where your friend was last seen?" He asks as he picks up his own mug from the table and retakes his seat. "Or is there any further information you can give us on his disappearance?"
Volo smiles at everyone as they introduce themselves and waits for all the questions to be sent his way.
"My friend's name is Floon Blagmaar. He is a handsome man in his early thirties with wavy red-blond hair. The last time I saw him He was dressed in princely garb when. Two nights ago, before Floon disappeared, we were drinking and merrymaking at the Skewered Dragon, a dark, bawdy tavern in the Dock Ward." he shrugs.
" He's got more beauty than brains to be sure, and I worry he took a bad way home when leaving the tavern and was kidnapped … or worse. If you agree to track him down with all due haste, I can offer you 10 gold dragons a peace now, and I can give you each ten times that amount when you find Floon. May I prevail upon you in my hour of need ?"
" You'll need to get a charter at the Adventurer Guild to be able to take on my contract but I have seen to it that the fee are paid for you." He continues whispering conspiracionly, " I wrote an essay on there work and how the use influence.... " he waves his hand. " Never mind that."
" You ll need to find a name for the group you are creating."
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Davik notices that Even doesn't respond, and that instead the man seems preoccupied with his own thoughts, or his wine, or both. He politely leaves him to his thoughts for now, and instead considers the other fighters around the table.
The Kobold seems sceptical. Davik has great respect for that. Raiko and the Goblin look like they're in, and Rubin and Duncanseem interested at least...
Davik clears his throat and addresses Volo directly, with a brief bow, "Mr. Geddarm. It's truly an honour to meet you. Your reputation certainly precedes you sir. Now, I'd hate to speak for everyone, but I believe I can say that your request here seems to have piqued our interest, at the very least!".
"But to approach a group of fighters, of the calibre we've just witnessed here... it makes me think this mission could turn pretty dangerous pretty fast".
"Would you consider 25 gold each, up front?......... to prepare of course, and for the necessary supplies, and the like....? I'm sure you understand". He offers a charming smile...
At the promise of more than 100 gold total, each, Duncan sits forward and was just about to say that he was in when the elf started negotiating! Ballsy little guy. Instead of speaking he nods, leans back, and attempts to get the attention of the server to put a beer on this Volo guy's tab, while he watches the conversation. He's always been better with his body than his words, and he knows when to let others take the lead.
Volo fidget in his seat at David's demand. It is clear that his emotions are battling with reason.
"Very well. I'll give you 20 now a'd then a 100. I won't be able to go more and I would appeal to your sense of justice. I can also say that I know a lot of things about Waterdeep, it's shapers and movers, gossips and secrets. I can introduce you to others opportunities once you have rendered me that small service."
He leans back in his chair, quite happy with himself.
Lapping up that last of his clean water from his mug, even sticking his snout into the cup to get that last few drops, Jorah sets his cup down and speaks, "I will help." Even if he felt that the job might be a flop from what he originally envisioned, something was better than none. Not to mentioned, it would help him potentially get a better job down the line, if this fellow was true to his word.
With those thoughts in mind, Jorah stood on his seat and looked at the others, nodding to Raiko and Knewt, before pulling his hood up, "We should move fast. Pink haired might be alive, but he might not be for to long. Best look quick." With that, he'd hope down from his seat, skipping a few steps to reduce the force of his small jump, before walking towards the door, tugging on the edges of his hood to make sure it was hiding enough of his face before stepping outside.
Davik, nods kindly as Volo speaks, and considers his counter-offer whilst looking around his companions for any obvious signs, for or against these new terms...
Unless anyone objects, Davik will broaden his somewhat charming smile, and add some degree of kindness to his eyes, and say, "Mr. Geddarm, your appeal to our sense of justice, and promise of future opportunities, will no doubt go a long, long, way with many of my friends here. The true value of which, given your reputation, should not be underestimated.... And believe me, the extra funds you offer will mean we can more easily postpone other work and move, on this mission, with the haste you so dearly need.......... Thank you. And count me in!". Then another flash of a disarming smile, and a small bow in the form of a nod...
With further thought he says, "Incidentally, do you have a map of this city, and can you mark on the Skewered Dragon, your friend's house, and any other places you feel may be important for us to investigate?".
Whirling his glaive around him once to flick the blood off, Duncan looks around to assess any major threats. With the troll laying half in, and half out, of the well, he jumps down from the ledge leaving any styrges to those who had been launching bolts over his head. He first looks around to see if any are injured, and finding any will call out to help for them. He then heads to the person who'd been starting the fight with the half-orc, and those nearby, likely now in shock, to calm them after the chaos.
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Ser Knewt scrambles out from under the table he was sheltering under. He moves towards the table where Volo is seated. He checks with other patrons along the way to make sure they are ok and not seriously wounded.
He smoothes out his dyed robes as he takes a seat on the table across from Volo. Knewt knows from past experience that the human sized furniture is not conducive to him carrying on a conversation. He can never see the other individual over the table and has to stand in the chair. He has just taken to seating himself on the table. It draws some eyes at first; but many who know him just chop it up to another quirk of the little eccentric goblin in his colorful robes that mark him as a follower of Lathander.
Ser Knewt flashes a toothy smile at Volo as he climbs into the table and nimbly walks across the table towards Volo. He extends his clawed hand towards Volo and says quickly in a nasally high pitched voice, "Well met Volo! I am Ser Knewt. A humble goblin scholar in service to The Morninglord. I received this summons from Brother Orr at the Spires of the Morning. I have come in Brother Orr's place. He humbly begs your pardon in that he could not attend himself. How may I be of service?" Knewt nods at the human to put him at ease and takes a seat on the table to await his response and the other patrons introductions as well.
Once all the fighting ended, Jorah made sure to scramble over to the dead styrge he shot and retrieve his arrow. He was tempted to go harvest that troll's dead body, but with the arrival of the man calling himself Volo, he muttered a small curse and followed him towards the room the rest of those strangers that fought the troll were. Being ready to walk over to introduce himself, he was momentarily caught off guard when the goblin man calling himself Ser Knewt, beat him to it.
Waiting for him to finish introing himself, Jorah then takes the opportunity to speak for the first time to these people. "I was also invited here for a chance of glory. I am Jorah, pleasure to meet you all." His reptilian voice sounds a tad deeper than most Kobolds, but still carries better pronunciation then most of his brethren. Lowering his hood to reveal his head, he waves towards Volo, then glances at each of you, clearly on guard for the moment one of the party members tries to attack him.
Davik remains stood, with his hand outstretched, as the troll falls backwards down the well. His palms are singed with soot, and faint tendrils of black smoke seem to rise from his fingers, and then fade. He stays that way for a few seconds, concentrating hard on maintaining his curses until he feels the connection break and he's sure that the creature has truly died from the fall...
Gradually, stiffly, he closes his outstretched hand, and clenches it and opens it a few times, as if trying to get the circulation back in his fingers. As he relaxes his stance, he brushes the soot from his hands, and begins to massage the life back into them.
He surveys the scene. The bodies of many of the winged beasts litter the floor, while a couple more are pinned to the rafters in the ceiling, with the shafts of bolts and arrows sticking out of them. He looks across at Raiko with something like a begrudging newfound respect, for initiating the strategy that finally toppled the beast. He tries to make sure he looks away before they see it.
He sees Duncan whirling his glaive and can't help but smile at the showmanship. Yes, he'd do well in the fighting pits!
He looks round to find his friend Even, and calls over, "You okay??... Nice move....! You'll have to tell me sometime exactly how to stop a full grown troll in it's tracks, with a song! I think that one could definitely come in handy...".
Then Davik hears the name "Volo" spoken nearby, and eventually moves in, to be part of the growing group there...
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Sir Knewt flashes a smile at Jorah, quite pleased to see someone of similar stature amongst this group of intrepid adventurers. Sir Knewt motions to Jorah to join him on the table. He calls to him, "Greetings Jorah! Would you care to join me up here? We'll have a better view of the formalities and not risk the occasional knee to the face." Knewt moves some of the table clutter out of the way to clear him a seat should Jorah decide to join him.
Rubin removes the bolt he had reflexively placed into his hand crossbow,and replaces it in the slot of the case it came from. Holding another moment, his eyes scanning the ceiling to make sure no more of the blood-suckers were around, he nods to himself and moves towards their table once again. He doesn't pay too much attention to those others around him as he notices Volo seated at the table already. "Have to make an entrance don't you..." Rubin mutters, mostly under his breath, as he moves over to where Volo is seated. "well, you have us all here, what is it you need doing?"
All around the tavern and common room serving boys and girls quickly set the tables and several overturned chairs back to their rightful place and gather the fallen creatures.
Rather quickly it s business as usual except for the grouo of young adventurers who have lost one of their friends. Duncan tries to see if he can help but they turn their back to him. The leader's body is still at the bottom of the well.
Silently they move to the main door and dissappear in the night.
At the table Volo nods his greetings at the Goblin and then at the Kobold.
"Well." he says " that s a rather nice surprise. I seem to remember a story beginning just like that. It was in Amn before the..." he stops himself and blushes a little. Self aware.
"Well yes, sorry I was late there was something I needed to do a'd got held up.... Literally." he chuckles to himself.
"Sorry, I need to introduce myself." he says when the others arrive at the table.He strokes his mustache, adjusts his floppy hat, and tightens his scarf. “Volothamp Geddarm, chronicler, wizard, and celebrity, at your service. I trust you’ve noted the violence in our fair city these past tendays. I haven’t seen so much blood since my last visit to Baldur’s Gate! But now I fear I have misplaced a friend amid this odious malevolence.
“My friend’s name is Floon Blagmaar. He’s got more beauty than brains, and I worry he took a bad way home a couple nights ago and was kidnapped — or worse. If you agree to track him down with all due haste, I can offer you ten dragons apiece now, and I can give you each ten times that when you find Floon. May I prevail upon you in my hour of need?”
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Volo seems genuanly worried abut his young friend.
Jorah's eyes narrow towards the self proclaimed celebrity, attempting to gaige his words. He had lived in the city long enough to know that words were rarely worth their face value, especially where coin was concerned. Even if he didn't value money, he knew it's importance to the tall ones. He had scavenged more than his fair share of dead bodies, looted clean of their coin before being dumped into the sewers.
Insight: 20
Sensing Volo's feelings on the matter, Jorah lightens his gaze, instead exhaling sharply through his snout in mild annoyance and disappointment. He speaks up in his now, much less excited tone, directing it towards the man, "Invite said there would be glory. This sounds like an errand run. Who is this Floon? Does he have enemies, ones that would want him to end up like meat in the sewers?" After his pair of questions, Jorah settles down a bit, hoping that the answers would give him more hope to a potential adventure than what he was hearing thus far. Still, his tail tapped the chair he was sitting in mildly impatiently, showing his inner thoughts despite his stoic scowl. His 4-fingered hands held onto an oversized mug of clean water that his tongue would occasionally peek out from his maw to lap up.
Raiko pulls themself up into a slightly more upright position as they stare down into the well, gaze following the descent of the troll, eyes slightly too wide. They stand there, unmoving as they try to catch their breath, face still ashen. Then they sheath their longsword again, turning their head to avoid looking directly at the troll gore spread over just about everywhere around the well. Instead, they watch the tavern's employees hurry to clean up the twitching corpses of the stirges, nauseated expression more than indicative that they weren't exactly preparing to offer a hand in hauling the bat-creatures away. Instead, they signal for Durnan's attention as he passes. "Do you require healers? I'm afraid I'm not particularly skilled in that aspect, but rest assured, it won't be any trouble at all to send a runner to the nearest temple. If you need any other assistance, please don't hesitate to ask."
Just as well the half-orc's corpse was no longer visible, because Raiko didn't really need another excuse to empty the contents of their stomach. With one, still slightly trembling hand, they brush away their sweat-streaked hair out of their vision, and only then finds enough reserve energy within them to focus their concentration at the man now occupying their table. They clunk over, a great big lump of metal and joints rather than the poised dignified creature of steel and light as they were before the brief tussle, and manages to smile wanly at the seated Volo, hand over their heart as they bowed. They spare a glance for the kobold and goblin, worry flashing over his face for a moment before he regained control over his expression.
"Salutations, and of course I'm delighted to meet you, Sir Volo, and I'm most dreadfully sorry about the mess." Raiko answers brightly, turning their head away slightly to avoid direct eye contact as they remain standing. They're rapidly regaining their vitality now that the threat was over, but nevertheless they look slightly ill at east. "This is all certainly very concerning, and I see why you didn't hesitate to contact the Order on this matter, and of course I'd be more than willing to provide as much assistance as necessary. People don't just disappear off the streets, though. Can I ask after the events that lead up to all this?"
Insight: 7
Seeing everyone begin to gather, Davik moves over towards Even, his only real connection to this whole Volo affair. He stands diagonally behind him, close enough that they might speak without being too easily overheard, and asks “This your guy?”, just as Volo begins to speak.
He listens, as Volo introduces himself and sets out his predicament.
Insight: 2
Davik doesn’t quite know what to make of it all, but for him 10 gold up front would be pretty hard to turn down right now. He leans closer to Even, and asks, “What’s your plan? I’m in if you are”.
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Ser Knewt's Insight roll: 9
Ser Knewt regards Volo and is moved by the concern in his voice over his missing friend. Ser Knewt says in his quick speech pattern, "I shall be glad to assist you. My share of the reward you have offered can be donated to the Spires of the Morning." Knewt looks around at the others surrounding Volo to determine if they will answer his call as well.
Looking around at the chaos slowly come back to order, Duncan flashes a small grin, thinking to himself "The Portal and Waterdeep don't disappoint! Even small beasts have joined the fight!" Making his way over to the table were those he'd seen fight have sat down again he grabs a half filled pint that someone had left, and somehow didn't get spilled during the fight, walks over to the table, and does a Riker Sit leaning his glaive next to the table. He specifically sat near the two monstrous attendees, curious, and a bit skeptical, of each.
"It's good to finally meet you sir. Commander Halleck from the Academy said I should look you up. I'm rather new to Waterdeep. Is the violence not common here?" Duncan asks, curious first about a seemingly bigger issue than a single missing noble. ((insight 11)).. and not really catching the genuine concern the man seems to have for his friend.
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"Seems like you have a group of us who are willing to give you some aid." Rubin informs Volo as the others chime in with their words. "Do you happen to know where your friend was last seen?" He asks as he picks up his own mug from the table and retakes his seat. "Or is there any further information you can give us on his disappearance?"
Volo smiles at everyone as they introduce themselves and waits for all the questions to be sent his way.
"My friend's name is Floon Blagmaar. He is a handsome man in his early thirties with wavy red-blond hair. The last time I saw him He was dressed in princely garb when. Two nights ago, before Floon disappeared, we were drinking and merrymaking at the Skewered Dragon, a dark, bawdy tavern in the Dock Ward." he shrugs.
" He's got more beauty than brains to be sure, and I worry he took a bad way home when leaving the tavern and was kidnapped … or worse. If you agree to track him down with all due haste, I can offer you 10 gold dragons a peace now, and I can give you each ten times that amount when you find Floon. May I prevail upon you in my hour of need ?"
" You'll need to get a charter at the Adventurer Guild to be able to take on my contract but I have seen to it that the fee are paid for you." He continues whispering conspiracionly, " I wrote an essay on there work and how the use influence.... " he waves his hand. " Never mind that."
" You ll need to find a name for the group you are creating."
Davik notices that Even doesn't respond, and that instead the man seems preoccupied with his own thoughts, or his wine, or both. He politely leaves him to his thoughts for now, and instead considers the other fighters around the table.
The Kobold seems sceptical. Davik has great respect for that. Raiko and the Goblin look like they're in, and Rubin and Duncan seem interested at least...
Davik clears his throat and addresses Volo directly, with a brief bow, "Mr. Geddarm. It's truly an honour to meet you. Your reputation certainly precedes you sir. Now, I'd hate to speak for everyone, but I believe I can say that your request here seems to have piqued our interest, at the very least!".
"But to approach a group of fighters, of the calibre we've just witnessed here... it makes me think this mission could turn pretty dangerous pretty fast".
"Would you consider 25 gold each, up front?......... to prepare of course, and for the necessary supplies, and the like....? I'm sure you understand". He offers a charming smile...
Persuasion: 24
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At the promise of more than 100 gold total, each, Duncan sits forward and was just about to say that he was in when the elf started negotiating! Ballsy little guy. Instead of speaking he nods, leans back, and attempts to get the attention of the server to put a beer on this Volo guy's tab, while he watches the conversation. He's always been better with his body than his words, and he knows when to let others take the lead.
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Volo fidget in his seat at David's demand. It is clear that his emotions are battling with reason.
"Very well. I'll give you 20 now a'd then a 100. I won't be able to go more and I would appeal to your sense of justice. I can also say that I know a lot of things about Waterdeep, it's shapers and movers, gossips and secrets. I can introduce you to others opportunities once you have rendered me that small service."
He leans back in his chair, quite happy with himself.
Lapping up that last of his clean water from his mug, even sticking his snout into the cup to get that last few drops, Jorah sets his cup down and speaks, "I will help." Even if he felt that the job might be a flop from what he originally envisioned, something was better than none. Not to mentioned, it would help him potentially get a better job down the line, if this fellow was true to his word.
With those thoughts in mind, Jorah stood on his seat and looked at the others, nodding to Raiko and Knewt, before pulling his hood up, "We should move fast. Pink haired might be alive, but he might not be for to long. Best look quick." With that, he'd hope down from his seat, skipping a few steps to reduce the force of his small jump, before walking towards the door, tugging on the edges of his hood to make sure it was hiding enough of his face before stepping outside.
Davik, nods kindly as Volo speaks, and considers his counter-offer whilst looking around his companions for any obvious signs, for or against these new terms...
Unless anyone objects, Davik will broaden his somewhat charming smile, and add some degree of kindness to his eyes, and say, "Mr. Geddarm, your appeal to our sense of justice, and promise of future opportunities, will no doubt go a long, long, way with many of my friends here. The true value of which, given your reputation, should not be underestimated.... And believe me, the extra funds you offer will mean we can more easily postpone other work and move, on this mission, with the haste you so dearly need.......... Thank you. And count me in!". Then another flash of a disarming smile, and a small bow in the form of a nod...
With further thought he says, "Incidentally, do you have a map of this city, and can you mark on the Skewered Dragon, your friend's house, and any other places you feel may be important for us to investigate?".
GILLAIN OF ATHKATLA - Human Paladin - Into the Mists PHILLIP THE GRUNG - Grung Eldritch Knight - Tomb of Annihilation
ROBWIN WINDROBE - High Elf Wizard - Dragon of Icespire Peak EVE DARKSHORE - Tiefling Warlock - Rime of the Frost Maiden
ASH OF THE FIRE - Tabaxi Rogue - Ghosts of Marshswamp LIA STARBORN - Aasimar Bard - Out of the Abyss