It is a slow morning filled with mists, market man shouting and horses pulling carts. You were told to meet in the inn called Grey Goose. Maybe you arrived the day before or you just came about.
As you enter the Inn you are greeted by a young lady that looks you over “If you are here for the Escort job, go sit over there” and she points over to a big old table at the end of the room. “When everyone is here i’ll come by and explain it all, just wave if you need a drink and i’ll come by”
Friedrych took a look around when he entered the inn. It was like most other inns he had visited on the road to Neverwinter: cozy and warm, though on a larger scale for being a city inn. A young lady for a serving maid also was a trick that would never go out of style. He asked her for a mug of ale and made his way over to the table in the back, painfully aware that he was currently the only one at a table clearly meant for a group.
'Should have been fashionably late.' Friedrych mumbled to himself as he took a seat. He straightened out his fine clothing and ran a hand over his hair, moustache and goatee, trying to look as important as he could without drawing any attention to himself.
"Ah, the Grey Goose," Zalyver chuckles as he walks in. "No ale fer me, love," the halfling nods to the young lady and makes his way over to the long table. He leans against the wall and pulls out a flute, playing a quiet tune on it while he waits. An unsuspecting halfling with dark brown hair and a broad smile, he wears well kept leathers, a quiver hangs from his belt, as does a short sword and daggers, and a short bow on his back.
After a moment or two of playing his tune, Zalyver looks over at the half-elf sitting at the long table, "Yer here ta run escort too?" And after a moment, goes back to playing his quiet tune.
A dwarven woman opens the door with a bounce in her step, humming a tune. Her brown hair is pulled from her tanned face, which looks to have had scales painted on. Her clothes are made of a silky bright red. Upon the words of the words of the barmaid, she says "Thank you miss. I will have..."Upon checking her coin purse. "Something reasonably priced."She continues her bouncy walk over to the table. "Hello, there good Sirs. So you are my fellow accomplices? This should be a steal! Dagnal at your service!"Her voice is cheery and almost bubbly even. You also know the scale like pattern isn't painted on her skin but appears to be a part of her skin.
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Friedrych glanced over the ridge of his mug to see who addressed him. From the corner of his eye, he spotted a halfling playing a tune on a flute.
'Well yes, I-' Friedrych started before he got interrupted by a bubbly, cheerful sounding voice. He turned his head to see to whom it belonged. He spotted a lady dwarf dressed in all red standing right next to the table. How he missed her in such a bright outfit, Friedrych could not fathom. He also noticed what seemed to be tiny scales riddling her features but wisely decided not speak of it at the moment.
He pulled out a chair from under the table for her to sit. 'I take it we're all here for sir Gundren Rockseeker?' He asked his fellow table companions. 'The name's Friedrych.' He pulled back his shoulders and sat up a bit straighter, so that his own fine tenue would not pale in comparison to the red silk.
“Greetin’s Dagnal an’ Friedrych,” the halfling says with a slight bow of his head, “Zalyver, travellin’ entertainer. An’ sure, I’m here ta see this Gundren.”
The young lady that had greeted you walks over to the table holding two mugs handing them to Friedrych and Dagnal. "This on is on the house" and she takes a step back to eye the party of three.
"I am still missing two people that should be here soon, when they are here i will explain the job and you can get on your way!"She turns around and swiftly starts picking up other orders and people in need of some assistance around the place.
quietly, an inconspicuous elf opens the door to the tavern. he is thin but quite tall. the only noticeable feature on him is the large scars on his collarbones- looking like they were put there by a large bird. if that wasn't weird enough, he seems to wear them like tattoos. he definitely does not look like the adventuring sort
he walks over to the bar, and carefully places a letter on the bar. in a quiet, but not timid voice he asks "have I come to the right place?" He glances around and realized he has answered his own question. after hearing her confirm it, he sits down in the corner of the room. he doesn't order anything but he looks content.
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“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
Dagnal grins brightly at the barmaid's words. She takes a big drink from her mug with a sigh. Looking over the halfling. "A traveling entertainer? Small world it seems. Until recently I was an entertainer myself. Worked with a traveling circus."To the elf she sees him sitting in the corner. "Hey, you one of Gundrens? We're all over here buddy. Don't be shy!"
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"Circus huh?" Zalyver chuckles, "I prefer a more freelance life." He shrugs, then looks to the others and around the room. "Wonder where this Gundren is? Gotta be more important thin's ta do this ev'nin'."
'Wait, she's our contact?' Friedrych let his eyes linger on the barmaid. When he turned back to his own table, he noticed that another person, an elf this time by the name of Rune, had joined them.
'Looks like we're still one short.' He remarked. 'So what was that about a circus?'
A tall Half-Orc wearing common looking outdoor clothing and carrying a great ax enters the tavern and after being pointed to the table walks over and says: "Please forgive my lateness. I was delayed in getting my releases from the army. I do apologize and look forward to working with all of you. Could you please tell me if I have missed anything?" " Also,please forgive my rudeness my name is Onak"
As everyone has gathered the lady comes back and grabs a stool and sits down next to you. She grabs a piece of parchment and eyes it for a moment.
“So i know you all expected Gundren to sit here but he left in a rush yesterday. There were was something he needed to take care of and left with a companion. They set out for a town called Phandalin, just a few days south east of here”
She glances at the paper and focusses back on the group. “Out back is a cart with two Oxen. The cart is filled with supplies and needs to be delivered to Barthen’s Provisions. Gundren promises everyone 10 gold pieces each when the supplies are there”.
She folds the paper and looks at you. “I’m sorry Gundren isn’t here but he has been in a buzz for a few days. He is super excited but also very secretive. He was onto something big i think”
She stands up and smiles “Let me know if i can mean anything for you before you leave, otherwise good luck!”
OOC; The cart fits two people on the ‘drivers seat’ and needs at least one person to ‘drive’ it. The back holds up to 4 people with all the supplies. Let me know who is where while on the road. You can also walk next to the cart or more in front of it.
Friedrych listened to what the lady had to say. It did not sound that hard: ride a cart with supplies to Phandalin and cash in ten gold. It seemed easy enough but there was one thing that gnawed at the edge of his mind.
'Can you tell us what kind of supplies we are transporting?' He asked the lady. 'I mean, it just seems a bit excessive to hire five people just to drive an ox cart to Phandalin.'
He flashed a boyish grin. 'And I call dibs on riding on the perch. Though I'm afraid I do not have much experience handling animals so if anyone else wants to take the reins?'
Zalyver taps Friedrych's chair with his foot, "Ya know, we could just peek lat'r at what's in them crates," he says quietly. He stands up from his leaning position against the post near the table, "Well, I'm good ta go. Places ta go, gossip ta find," he chuckles, "I'll sit up on the crates in back. Give me'self a better view o' the world."
The lady looked at Friedrych and Onak "It seems excessive to me as well but Gundren was clear that he needed five people, maybe he hopes to gain some employment from you after but i really couldn't say. As for the goods, basic sacks of flour, cask of oil and some crates with supplies like crowbars. Don't worry about the cart and the oxen, they don't need much handling and they stop when you let go of the reins"
"I know a little about oxen, I can switch out with Onak, if he needs a rest. Otherwise, I will be in the back,"Dagnal says rubbing her hands together, eager to get on the road.
I figure since Dagnal was raised on a cattle farm she would at least something about oxen
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Friedrych took a look around when he entered the inn. It was like most other inns he had visited on the road to Neverwinter: cozy and warm, though on a larger scale for being a city inn. A young lady for a serving maid also was a trick that would never go out of style. He asked her for a mug of ale and made his way over to the table in the back, painfully aware that he was currently the only one at a table clearly meant for a group.
'Should have been fashionably late.' Friedrych mumbled to himself as he took a seat. He straightened out his fine clothing and ran a hand over his hair, moustache and goatee, trying to look as important as he could without drawing any attention to himself.
William Brackwater: Human Fighter - The Windward Isles
"Ah, the Grey Goose," Zalyver chuckles as he walks in. "No ale fer me, love," the halfling nods to the young lady and makes his way over to the long table. He leans against the wall and pulls out a flute, playing a quiet tune on it while he waits. An unsuspecting halfling with dark brown hair and a broad smile, he wears well kept leathers, a quiver hangs from his belt, as does a short sword and daggers, and a short bow on his back.
After a moment or two of playing his tune, Zalyver looks over at the half-elf sitting at the long table, "Yer here ta run escort too?" And after a moment, goes back to playing his quiet tune.
A dwarven woman opens the door with a bounce in her step, humming a tune. Her brown hair is pulled from her tanned face, which looks to have had scales painted on. Her clothes are made of a silky bright red. Upon the words of the words of the barmaid, she says "Thank you miss. I will have..." Upon checking her coin purse. "Something reasonably priced." She continues her bouncy walk over to the table. "Hello, there good Sirs. So you are my fellow accomplices? This should be a steal! Dagnal at your service!" Her voice is cheery and almost bubbly even. You also know the scale like pattern isn't painted on her skin but appears to be a part of her skin.
You Keep Using That Word, I Do Not Think It Means What You Think It Means
Friedrych glanced over the ridge of his mug to see who addressed him. From the corner of his eye, he spotted a halfling playing a tune on a flute.
'Well yes, I-' Friedrych started before he got interrupted by a bubbly, cheerful sounding voice. He turned his head to see to whom it belonged. He spotted a lady dwarf dressed in all red standing right next to the table. How he missed her in such a bright outfit, Friedrych could not fathom. He also noticed what seemed to be tiny scales riddling her features but wisely decided not speak of it at the moment.
He pulled out a chair from under the table for her to sit. 'I take it we're all here for sir Gundren Rockseeker?' He asked his fellow table companions. 'The name's Friedrych.' He pulled back his shoulders and sat up a bit straighter, so that his own fine tenue would not pale in comparison to the red silk.
William Brackwater: Human Fighter - The Windward Isles
“Greetin’s Dagnal an’ Friedrych,” the halfling says with a slight bow of his head, “Zalyver, travellin’ entertainer. An’ sure, I’m here ta see this Gundren.”
quietly, an inconspicuous elf opens the door to the tavern. he is thin but quite tall. the only noticeable feature on him is the large scars on his collarbones- looking like they were put there by a large bird. if that wasn't weird enough, he seems to wear them like tattoos. he definitely does not look like the adventuring sort
he walks over to the bar, and carefully places a letter on the bar. in a quiet, but not timid voice he asks "have I come to the right place?" He glances around and realized he has answered his own question. after hearing her confirm it, he sits down in the corner of the room. he doesn't order anything but he looks content.
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
Dagnal grins brightly at the barmaid's words. She takes a big drink from her mug with a sigh. Looking over the halfling. "A traveling entertainer? Small world it seems. Until recently I was an entertainer myself. Worked with a traveling circus." To the elf she sees him sitting in the corner. "Hey, you one of Gundrens? We're all over here buddy. Don't be shy!"
You Keep Using That Word, I Do Not Think It Means What You Think It Means
"Circus huh?" Zalyver chuckles, "I prefer a more freelance life." He shrugs, then looks to the others and around the room. "Wonder where this Gundren is? Gotta be more important thin's ta do this ev'nin'."
Rune's eyes widen in surprise, as he slowly, awkwardly stands up. then he slowly awkwardly walks over, pulls out a chair and sits down.
"hello. My name is Rune."
he looks as if he would be more scared inside a dragons maw.
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
'Wait, she's our contact?' Friedrych let his eyes linger on the barmaid. When he turned back to his own table, he noticed that another person, an elf this time by the name of Rune, had joined them.
'Looks like we're still one short.' He remarked. 'So what was that about a circus?'
William Brackwater: Human Fighter - The Windward Isles
A tall Half-Orc wearing common looking outdoor clothing and carrying a great ax enters the tavern and after being pointed to the table walks over and says: "Please forgive my lateness. I was delayed in getting my releases from the army. I do apologize and look forward to working with all of you. Could you please tell me if I have missed anything?" " Also,please forgive my rudeness my name is Onak"
The halfling nods to the half-orc, Onak, as he introduces himself, "Zalyver," and goes back to playing his flute quietly.
OOC; The cart fits two people on the ‘drivers seat’ and needs at least one person to ‘drive’ it. The back holds up to 4 people with all the supplies. Let me know who is where while on the road. You can also walk next to the cart or more in front of it.
Friedrych listened to what the lady had to say. It did not sound that hard: ride a cart with supplies to Phandalin and cash in ten gold. It seemed easy enough but there was one thing that gnawed at the edge of his mind.
'Can you tell us what kind of supplies we are transporting?' He asked the lady. 'I mean, it just seems a bit excessive to hire five people just to drive an ox cart to Phandalin.'
He flashed a boyish grin. 'And I call dibs on riding on the perch. Though I'm afraid I do not have much experience handling animals so if anyone else wants to take the reins?'
William Brackwater: Human Fighter - The Windward Isles
Zalyver taps Friedrych's chair with his foot, "Ya know, we could just peek lat'r at what's in them crates," he says quietly. He stands up from his leaning position against the post near the table, "Well, I'm good ta go. Places ta go, gossip ta find," he chuckles, "I'll sit up on the crates in back. Give me'self a better view o' the world."
Onak looks at Friedrych and says: "I have driven a cart or two in my day. I'll take the reins if no one else wants to."
I have proficiency in land vehicles so I would add my prof. bonus to my roll. Right?
If so my roll for the cart: 13
Uh....with that roll maybe Rune needs to give it a try.
"I know a little about oxen, I can switch out with Onak, if he needs a rest. Otherwise, I will be in the back," Dagnal says rubbing her hands together, eager to get on the road.
I figure since Dagnal was raised on a cattle farm she would at least something about oxen
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