"It seems it's decided then!"Duncan exclaims, ready to be off and earning some coin on his own. Leaning forward in his chair he looks around the table, as well as to Volo specifically for the promised gold thinking "Seems the almost-dragon is so excited for a chance to prove himself he doesn't want to wait for his coin..."
Raiko nods to show their comprehension of Volo's information, and looks around the group, trying to find a scrap of parchment or something to write down the information on. No luck. They grin helplessly at their own ill-prepared state, then shrugged, doing their best to commit the details into memory. "Skewered Dragon." They murmur, a small frown upon their face. Had they been there before-? Surely not. They wouldn't have wandered so far away from the creature comforts of Sea Ward willingly.
The money was incredibly tempting, although they quickly quashed that thought, look of temporary guilt fluttering across their face when they caught themself conceiving a way to procure more money out of this deal - it'd help if they could at least cover their lifestyle charges for a while longer, but this wasn't the sort of thing they were supposed to condone anymore. To distract themself, they quickly ask Volo: "Is there any chance you possess a sketch, or portrait, anything of the sort of Mr. Blagmaar? It would help greatly on the search." Their eyes flicker quickly to Devin when he bargains for more gold from Volo - their lips press thin in disapproval, but they say nothing more on the subject. "I do believe I'm familiar enough with the layout of the city, but yes, directions would be much appreciated."
They don't seem particularly impressed by the thought of forming a group with the other adventurers Volo called. it'd mean they'd be bound together more permanently than they'd really prefer, but they acquiesces to the need for official paperwork with a terse nod of their head. "Of course, I can see how documentation would benefit all parties involved. If no one objects, I'll handle acquiring the charter, if you are all willing to participate in this search attempt."
The diminutive Ser Knewt looks around at the wayward group of adventurers and is gladdened to have the opportunity to share his belief in the Morning Lord with them. For as the faithful are fond of saying, "Each new dawn offers the promise of new opportunities and adventure without the harsh reminders of yesterday's mishaps or failures. Seize the opportunity that the dawn brings!"
With the introduction to Volo and the accepting of the task to find his wayward companion undertaken, Ser Knewt sets out to learn more of his fellow adventurers. He turns to the man seated behind him with the large glaive leaning against the table. He extends a taloned hand towards him in greeting and says in his quick speech pattern and high nasally voice, "Greetings fellow adventurer! I am Ser Knewt. A lowly goblin scribe to the glory of Lathander, the Morning Lord. I serve at his pleasure in the Spires of the Morning here in Waterdeep. Have you ever visited the temple? It is a true marvel of architecture. The way the spires reflect the light from the rising sun, much like a beacon of hope within the darkness of the sleeping city. If you haven't attended service there, I would invite you to as my guest."
"Seems fair to me." Rubin speaks up at the greater amount of gold and waits to accept the money from the old chronicler. "You said we first need to go to the guild to register ourselves as a company, prior to undertaking this work for you..." He glances to those around him. "Once we have received payment, are you ready to head out to the guild and get the registration completed?" he would stand up once he received his money and wait for the others to be ready to head out. He would notice the small figure of one of them heading towards the door and smile to himself, somewhat glad of the desire to get moving.
If Volo distributes the gold, Davik will collect his, and thank the man once again. And if no one else offers, he'll also pick up the Kobold's share (to pass on as soon as they catch up with him).
As people ask their questions, he offers a couple of his own: "Did your missing friend have any other friends, family, or rivals, in the city, that we should speak to?" and perhaps most importantly, "How do we get hold of you again, when we have news?".
Once he's got the gold and these answers, he'll briefly leave the main group to step out onto the street, in order to see if he can catch sight of their kobold friend. If not, he'll return to the bar. If he can, he'll maybe hang out here with him until the others head on out too.
Tell me what you are planning on doing ? Wait for the others or do your own investigations ? Don't forget that you need to register the "Group" to the adventuring guild.
To the others:
Volo looks at the others before answering.
"Floon has a lot of friends and no rivals that i know off. He keeps to himself and appart from me he doesn't go out much. He writes some papers for the Deep Uncover a journal that give the informations on events in the town. The journal is read mostly by nobles and has no information that would warrant a kidnapping or such."
"You can get hold of me here most of the time or leave a message at the bar." he mention at Durnan, " Or you can come to my office in the Sea Ward but I am not often there. I ll try to come by here every midday and at the evening so you can tell me what's what."
OOC/ If you want to do things on your own write your intentions and actions in Spoil. Helps me keep things together here.
Jorah simply waits outside for the rest of the group, he felt more comfortable there, and was able to people watch better. As it stood, he heard what he had needed to hear for what had to be done, who he needed to find, what needed to be done, and where to start. He was confident enough that he would be able to get the job done by himself, but didn't want to risk getting in more trouble. He already had one annoying person running around to grab him, he didn't need to give them added fuel.
So, finding a nice spot just across from the Yawning Portal, he sat himself down in a nice shady spot, and began watching the street, making note of the every day surface folk. Taking note of how they walked, who was walking, what they had. It gave him a better idea for the people here. Funny how you can live in a place your whole life, but only know so much about those right next door....well, above you, but potato tomato.
Davik finds Jorah outside, and wanders across the street towards him with a relaxed swagger. "Master Kobold!..." he calls, with a genuine smile (deliberately avoiding his name in case the man wouldn't want it spoken in public). He passes him a small pouch discretely, without comment, with his share of the coin inside (assuming we've been paid). He then stands nearby, but at a polite distance, and leans against the wall... both of them quietly watching the door to the Yawning Portal, together.
After a moment he admits, "I needed some fresh air...". Then he takes out a piece of dried meat from his pack, bites off the hard-end for himself, and offers the better part to Jorah...
Chewing, he leaves a quiet pause, and enjoys a relaxed moment with another person with neither of them feeling compelled to fill the silence. Both comfortable in the relative calm and quiet of the street. Both seeming comfortable in the Docks Ward.
But then, as a memory surfaces naturally, he continues, "The first day I fought at The Pits... not far from here... one of the longtime-fighters there told me of a Kobold that came to the club once" he laughs now, remembering the tale, as he recounts it: "Ha!... She said that everyone had underestimated the guy..... until he was in the ring.......... and then he 'moved like silk'.......... 'Knocked everyone on their arses', by all accounts.... Ha!.... ... You wouldn't happen to know anything about that now would you?". Davik looks across now at his new acquaintance properly for the first time, his smile still broad and comforting.
Then touching on safe territory for him, he asks "What weapon do you favour?".... ...If Jorah seems happy to shoot the breeze in this way, then Davik will happily while away the next few minutes with him until the rest of the team finish up indoors. Equally, if he senses that Jorah is at all uncomfortable with the situation, he's tactful enough to return to the bar, at a suitable break in the conversation.
Pushing himself up with glaive, Duncan takes his 20g, and says "Hopefully your friend isn't in too much trouble. We'll do our best to find him sir." He then leaves to follow Davik outside, and simply leans up against the wall behind him watching for the others to join.
Raiko takes their share of the coin with a murmur of thanks for Volo, and very, very discreetly, counts it to make sure it's all there. They do need all of it, after all. They glance up at Durnan, just to check he was still there, their gaze still carefully avoiding the area where the troll used to be. They bow to Volo: "Rest assured we'll scour the streets of Waterdeep for your friend. We'll let you know as soon as we have any information."
He spares a glance for the rest of the tavern: nothing dreadful seemed to be happening, so presumably their presence was unnecessary here. They navigate their way through the throng, very carefully twitching his cloak away from patrons and any dirty patches - the tavern presents too much of a temptation, so on the whole, best to leave quickly. They'll be sure to touch base with all of the adventurers hired by Volo, whether they approve of them or not. They'll quickly introduce themselves (again, but considering the scare of the troll, probably best to remind them), and let them know where Raiko could be found (little apartment in Sea Ward, respectable address but dinky little rooms).
"Rest assured, I'll take care of the paperwork from the guild, though of course you're free to accompany me there. I would always appreciate the help." They let the four already waiting outside know. "But don't fret about it. I must salute you all for your earnest offer to aid Sir Volo. It's always good to meet a devotee of the gods." They say with a nod to Ser Knewt, very carefully not mentioning their own beliefs. "I'd like a gauge of everyone's talents, too, but the important thing is an early start tomorrow, unless you'd be so eager as to investigate the, ah, Skewered Dragon tonight?"
Ser Knewt nods his head enthusiastically at mention of starting tomorrow morning. He says, "Best to undertake new ventures at first light. I also will need to procure my supplies from my room at the temple. Where would you like to regroup on the morrow?" Ser Knewt looks around at his newly formed adventuring band of comrades composed of an elf, several humans, and a kobold. He is terribly excited to see another diminutive "monstrous" member amongst their group. He makes a note to find some time in the future to discuss with Jorah how he came to be in the city and became an adventurer amongst the humans.
"From what I know of the Skewered Dragon, the patrons are mostly regulars. With any luck, the same guests who were there on the night will be there this evening, as well."
"Then why wait? My second night in the city and already Waterdeep lives up to it's reputation. If nothing else I'm down for another drought of the fine ales here." Duncan says, ready to continue either a pub crawl, or the search for Volo's friend, even better if both at the same time.
"We just need to stop at the guild to get registered, then head on to this other tavern in the Dock Ward." Rubin speaks up as the group gathers outside of the Yawning Portal. He runs his hands, unconsciously, over his crossbow bolts, making sure they are where they always are. "Once that is done we will have less issues with officials of the city, if we should get asked questions as to what we are about." He glances to the rest of the group. "I think we are all required to be there when signing up for a guild company, so we can sign or names or something."
Seeing the rest of the party come out of the tavern, Jorah hopped down from the barrel he was sitting on and tugged on his hood again, "Guild first then. Quick, we should be. Volo's friend might not survive if we dawdle." He scrunched his face a little at that final word, he had learned it only recently, but it felt funny to say, and didn't roll of his tongue well. Jorah made a mental note to not use it a lot. He takes a few steps forward towards the rest of the group, before glancing towards the only other person at around his height (Kewt), giving him a nod.
Davik moves over to the group and looks around his companions now gathering outside the tavern. He squints up at the sky for a second. “How long were we in there anyway? What time is it now? Will the Guild Offices be open to register our group right now, does anyone know?”.
”If we can still register today, then I say we all head there now. Then if there’s time after, we can all make our way to the Skewered Dragon. We don’t all need to ‘arrive together’, or be ‘obviously investigating’. Some of us can just... mingle”, he says with a nod and a chuckle.
"Guess we can stop there on the way eh?" Duncan says to the group as they've all gathered outside. "Let me know if we pass anything interesting by. I just got in yesterday, so this is all new to me still!"
"It seems it's decided then!" Duncan exclaims, ready to be off and earning some coin on his own. Leaning forward in his chair he looks around the table, as well as to Volo specifically for the promised gold thinking "Seems the almost-dragon is so excited for a chance to prove himself he doesn't want to wait for his coin..."
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Raiko nods to show their comprehension of Volo's information, and looks around the group, trying to find a scrap of parchment or something to write down the information on. No luck. They grin helplessly at their own ill-prepared state, then shrugged, doing their best to commit the details into memory. "Skewered Dragon." They murmur, a small frown upon their face. Had they been there before-? Surely not. They wouldn't have wandered so far away from the creature comforts of Sea Ward willingly.
The money was incredibly tempting, although they quickly quashed that thought, look of temporary guilt fluttering across their face when they caught themself conceiving a way to procure more money out of this deal - it'd help if they could at least cover their lifestyle charges for a while longer, but this wasn't the sort of thing they were supposed to condone anymore. To distract themself, they quickly ask Volo: "Is there any chance you possess a sketch, or portrait, anything of the sort of Mr. Blagmaar? It would help greatly on the search." Their eyes flicker quickly to Devin when he bargains for more gold from Volo - their lips press thin in disapproval, but they say nothing more on the subject. "I do believe I'm familiar enough with the layout of the city, but yes, directions would be much appreciated."
They don't seem particularly impressed by the thought of forming a group with the other adventurers Volo called. it'd mean they'd be bound together more permanently than they'd really prefer, but they acquiesces to the need for official paperwork with a terse nod of their head. "Of course, I can see how documentation would benefit all parties involved. If no one objects, I'll handle acquiring the charter, if you are all willing to participate in this search attempt."
The diminutive Ser Knewt looks around at the wayward group of adventurers and is gladdened to have the opportunity to share his belief in the Morning Lord with them. For as the faithful are fond of saying, "Each new dawn offers the promise of new opportunities and adventure without the harsh reminders of yesterday's mishaps or failures. Seize the opportunity that the dawn brings!"
With the introduction to Volo and the accepting of the task to find his wayward companion undertaken, Ser Knewt sets out to learn more of his fellow adventurers. He turns to the man seated behind him with the large glaive leaning against the table. He extends a taloned hand towards him in greeting and says in his quick speech pattern and high nasally voice, "Greetings fellow adventurer! I am Ser Knewt. A lowly goblin scribe to the glory of Lathander, the Morning Lord. I serve at his pleasure in the Spires of the Morning here in Waterdeep. Have you ever visited the temple? It is a true marvel of architecture. The way the spires reflect the light from the rising sun, much like a beacon of hope within the darkness of the sleeping city. If you haven't attended service there, I would invite you to as my guest."
"Seems fair to me." Rubin speaks up at the greater amount of gold and waits to accept the money from the old chronicler. "You said we first need to go to the guild to register ourselves as a company, prior to undertaking this work for you..." He glances to those around him. "Once we have received payment, are you ready to head out to the guild and get the registration completed?" he would stand up once he received his money and wait for the others to be ready to head out. He would notice the small figure of one of them heading towards the door and smile to himself, somewhat glad of the desire to get moving.
If Volo distributes the gold, Davik will collect his, and thank the man once again. And if no one else offers, he'll also pick up the Kobold's share (to pass on as soon as they catch up with him).
As people ask their questions, he offers a couple of his own: "Did your missing friend have any other friends, family, or rivals, in the city, that we should speak to?" and perhaps most importantly, "How do we get hold of you again, when we have news?".
Once he's got the gold and these answers, he'll briefly leave the main group to step out onto the street, in order to see if he can catch sight of their kobold friend. If not, he'll return to the bar. If he can, he'll maybe hang out here with him until the others head on out too.
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
OOC: I ll update the map and the thread later. Sorry getting back to work. got a lot to do.
To Jorah:
Tell me what you are planning on doing ? Wait for the others or do your own investigations ? Don't forget that you need to register the "Group" to the adventuring guild.
To the others:
Volo looks at the others before answering.
"Floon has a lot of friends and no rivals that i know off. He keeps to himself and appart from me he doesn't go out much. He writes some papers for the Deep Uncover a journal that give the informations on events in the town. The journal is read mostly by nobles and has no information that would warrant a kidnapping or such."
"You can get hold of me here most of the time or leave a message at the bar." he mention at Durnan, " Or you can come to my office in the Sea Ward but I am not often there. I ll try to come by here every midday and at the evening so you can tell me what's what."
OOC/ If you want to do things on your own write your intentions and actions in Spoil. Helps me keep things together here.
Jorah simply waits outside for the rest of the group, he felt more comfortable there, and was able to people watch better. As it stood, he heard what he had needed to hear for what had to be done, who he needed to find, what needed to be done, and where to start. He was confident enough that he would be able to get the job done by himself, but didn't want to risk getting in more trouble. He already had one annoying person running around to grab him, he didn't need to give them added fuel.
So, finding a nice spot just across from the Yawning Portal, he sat himself down in a nice shady spot, and began watching the street, making note of the every day surface folk. Taking note of how they walked, who was walking, what they had. It gave him a better idea for the people here. Funny how you can live in a place your whole life, but only know so much about those right next door....well, above you, but potato tomato.
Davik finds Jorah outside, and wanders across the street towards him with a relaxed swagger. "Master Kobold!..." he calls, with a genuine smile (deliberately avoiding his name in case the man wouldn't want it spoken in public). He passes him a small pouch discretely, without comment, with his share of the coin inside (assuming we've been paid). He then stands nearby, but at a polite distance, and leans against the wall... both of them quietly watching the door to the Yawning Portal, together.
After a moment he admits, "I needed some fresh air...". Then he takes out a piece of dried meat from his pack, bites off the hard-end for himself, and offers the better part to Jorah...
Chewing, he leaves a quiet pause, and enjoys a relaxed moment with another person with neither of them feeling compelled to fill the silence. Both comfortable in the relative calm and quiet of the street. Both seeming comfortable in the Docks Ward.
But then, as a memory surfaces naturally, he continues, "The first day I fought at The Pits... not far from here... one of the longtime-fighters there told me of a Kobold that came to the club once" he laughs now, remembering the tale, as he recounts it: "Ha!... She said that everyone had underestimated the guy..... until he was in the ring.......... and then he 'moved like silk'.......... 'Knocked everyone on their arses', by all accounts.... Ha!.... ... You wouldn't happen to know anything about that now would you?". Davik looks across now at his new acquaintance properly for the first time, his smile still broad and comforting.
Then touching on safe territory for him, he asks "What weapon do you favour?".... ...If Jorah seems happy to shoot the breeze in this way, then Davik will happily while away the next few minutes with him until the rest of the team finish up indoors. Equally, if he senses that Jorah is at all uncomfortable with the situation, he's tactful enough to return to the bar, at a suitable break in the conversation.
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
Pushing himself up with glaive, Duncan takes his 20g, and says "Hopefully your friend isn't in too much trouble. We'll do our best to find him sir." He then leaves to follow Davik outside, and simply leans up against the wall behind him watching for the others to join.
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Ser Knewt clambers down from the table and follows Duncan outside with the others. He flashes a toothy grin at Volo for good measure.
Raiko takes their share of the coin with a murmur of thanks for Volo, and very, very discreetly, counts it to make sure it's all there. They do need all of it, after all. They glance up at Durnan, just to check he was still there, their gaze still carefully avoiding the area where the troll used to be. They bow to Volo: "Rest assured we'll scour the streets of Waterdeep for your friend. We'll let you know as soon as we have any information."
He spares a glance for the rest of the tavern: nothing dreadful seemed to be happening, so presumably their presence was unnecessary here. They navigate their way through the throng, very carefully twitching his cloak away from patrons and any dirty patches - the tavern presents too much of a temptation, so on the whole, best to leave quickly. They'll be sure to touch base with all of the adventurers hired by Volo, whether they approve of them or not. They'll quickly introduce themselves (again, but considering the scare of the troll, probably best to remind them), and let them know where Raiko could be found (little apartment in Sea Ward, respectable address but dinky little rooms).
"Rest assured, I'll take care of the paperwork from the guild, though of course you're free to accompany me there. I would always appreciate the help." They let the four already waiting outside know. "But don't fret about it. I must salute you all for your earnest offer to aid Sir Volo. It's always good to meet a devotee of the gods." They say with a nod to Ser Knewt, very carefully not mentioning their own beliefs. "I'd like a gauge of everyone's talents, too, but the important thing is an early start tomorrow, unless you'd be so eager as to investigate the, ah, Skewered Dragon tonight?"
Ser Knewt nods his head enthusiastically at mention of starting tomorrow morning. He says, "Best to undertake new ventures at first light. I also will need to procure my supplies from my room at the temple. Where would you like to regroup on the morrow?" Ser Knewt looks around at his newly formed adventuring band of comrades composed of an elf, several humans, and a kobold. He is terribly excited to see another diminutive "monstrous" member amongst their group. He makes a note to find some time in the future to discuss with Jorah how he came to be in the city and became an adventurer amongst the humans.
"Then why wait? My second night in the city and already Waterdeep lives up to it's reputation. If nothing else I'm down for another drought of the fine ales here." Duncan says, ready to continue either a pub crawl, or the search for Volo's friend, even better if both at the same time.
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"We just need to stop at the guild to get registered, then head on to this other tavern in the Dock Ward." Rubin speaks up as the group gathers outside of the Yawning Portal. He runs his hands, unconsciously, over his crossbow bolts, making sure they are where they always are. "Once that is done we will have less issues with officials of the city, if we should get asked questions as to what we are about." He glances to the rest of the group. "I think we are all required to be there when signing up for a guild company, so we can sign or names or something."
Seeing the rest of the party come out of the tavern, Jorah hopped down from the barrel he was sitting on and tugged on his hood again, "Guild first then. Quick, we should be. Volo's friend might not survive if we dawdle." He scrunched his face a little at that final word, he had learned it only recently, but it felt funny to say, and didn't roll of his tongue well. Jorah made a mental note to not use it a lot. He takes a few steps forward towards the rest of the group, before glancing towards the only other person at around his height (Kewt), giving him a nod.
Davik moves over to the group and looks around his companions now gathering outside the tavern. He squints up at the sky for a second. “How long were we in there anyway? What time is it now? Will the Guild Offices be open to register our group right now, does anyone know?”.
”If we can still register today, then I say we all head there now. Then if there’s time after, we can all make our way to the Skewered Dragon. We don’t all need to ‘arrive together’, or be ‘obviously investigating’. Some of us can just... mingle”, he says with a nod and a chuckle.
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
It s still early evening and the Guild Halls don't close until late at night.
(it is for you to decide who goes where.)
"I am for the guild hall." Rubin says, giving the others a nod. "Come with me if you wish." He then heads off for the guild halls.
"Guess we can stop there on the way eh?" Duncan says to the group as they've all gathered outside. "Let me know if we pass anything interesting by. I just got in yesterday, so this is all new to me still!"
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