T'chal'fronack'zcinicker is busy reviewing a lengthly contract with Rhegys, "As you can see, mostly standard terms in here. Things you'd expect to see in any such contract. Now, I've put here that I'll manage any shared expenses, expect daily settlement on such arrears with minimal penalties, and receive a small stipend for such managing that. Over here you'll note that in the unlikely scenario that one of us is passes, the other agrees to deliver the body and all belongings, along with the detailed accounting of said belongings, along with their will to the nearest town capable of managing the execution of said will. You do have a will? You aren't THAT carele...uh...carefree that you don't even have a will? Right?"
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Ebele would grab the mug of ale and bring it to her lips. She'd take in its scent before taking her first hearty sip. The half-elf would lift a leg to cross it over the other as she'd lean back in her seat, draping an elbow over the back of her chair. She'd look at her mug in the other hand as if judging it before taking another gulp.
The monk could smell her savoury meal coming her way before he placed it in front of her. Ebele could feel her mouth immediately salivate. She'd correct her posture, thanking the barkeep once again for his prompt service. The half-elf would reach into one of her pouches to pluck the coin necessary, including a flattering tip, to slide modestly to the bartender. And with that, Ebele would dig in, enjoying every bite of her meal as if she had plenty of time in the world. Although she didn't, she always made time for food and ale.
Her ears would twitch as she'd listen in to the bartender, unable to contain a chuckle when he'd stammer out Teechal, a tiefling who seemed to have convinced a wait staff to sign something to serve him. "Is there any trouble... ?" Ebele would tilt her head as if to wait for the barkeep to fill in his name for her while she asked.
Xalkas motions for the barmaid to come over. When she arrives “ it’s pronounced T...chal....fron...ack....shin...ick...er” He states plainly, “I’ve heard him say it several times now. You can do it I’m sure of it.” Trying to be encouraging of the obviously flustered barmaid.
Right the barmaid huffs and goes towards the back be glad when the shift changes
the name is Malcom but most call me Mal (sorry couldnt resist) ive only heard of the bandits, but im the day keeper the night shift or patrons may know more, or the owner Garlen, but im not sure if he will be in tonight
The half-elf would raise her mug to Malcom, "Ebele. Pleasure to meet you, Mal." She'd take a sip of her ale, "Bandits huh?" Ebele will take another bit and chew her food. It's always bandits. Her head would turn back to him, "I suppose I couldmingle." She'd sigh at the notion, poking at her food with a fork before popping a vegetable in her mouth. After swallowing her bite, she'd add. "If you do come across anything else, my ears are always open." The monk would nod in appreciation for the barkeeps time, not wanting to keep him too long from his patrons. For now, she'd return to her meal, listening as she ate before she'd decide who's voice she'd consider approaching.
Returning to the bar and sitting by the gnome, Kerric continues his line of questioning. "I take it this is an unusual concentration of bandit attacks for the area, Mal?" he asks, turning to the barkeep. "The local constable seems to be overwhelmed with only a small force to keep order and defend the town as well--and I came in on the Cairn road and didn't see any obvious signs of bandits or patrols either one," he adds.
"If this spreads, it could easily endanger the elves of the High Forest, as bandits have an unsavory tendency of trying to make hideouts in nearby woodlands," thinks the elven warrior. Aloud, he continues speaking to the barkeep, "Are there any folk in the militia who mobilize to address these sorts of issues? I would personally be willing to work with the constable and lend my martial skills to suppressing the bandit activity in the area. My name's Kerric, by the way, of the HIgh Forest."
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"Militia hah there generally isnt much call for that here, usually there are enough caravan guards for whatever needs fighting, just things been getting strange hereabouts lately, the bandits are just the newest concern
one of the two patrons Kerric tried to interact with comes to the bar The stoneworkers wont work the quarries at night anymore, say they be watched, n the shepherds wont let their flocks go up in the hills neither" He takes his drinks and ignoring the elf goes back to the table with his friend
"Bandits on the roads, watchers at the quarries, danger in the hills. Taken alone, these concerns could be just superstition or overactive imaginations, but all happening at the same time seems too much to be a coincidence. I will head over to the Butcher shop to talk with this constable when I have finished lunch, good barkeep," states Kerric. Looking at the half elf sitting nearby, he asks, "Are you a local here, Ebele? Do you know of any who would step up and help the citizens of this town, even if there isn't a formal militia?"
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Xalkas nods quietly in agreement with Mal. He had the feeling the caravan mentioned was the one he had been fortunate enough to get away from. But now didn’t seem the time nor place to mention such things. Sizing up the monk and this haughty elven warrior, ‘perhaps I can track down those responsible with their aid‘ He thinks to himself. ‘Though how to go about doing so is another matter all together. Why can’t things be as simple as they are at the library.’ He let out an audible sigh for no reason in particular. ‘No sense wasting time beating around the bush. May as well get straight to the point’
Then to Kerric, Xalkas says, “You seem quite intent on tracking down these troublemakers, doers of misdeeds one might say. If it’s not too much of a bother good sir I should like to accompany you. Let’s just say I have an interest in seeing them stopped as well.” Xalkas continues sipping his drink (something nonalcoholic and fruit based) waiting for Kerrics reply almost forgetting about the other two strange fellows talking amongst themselves at another table, the two seated at the bar currently were far more interesting at the moment.
"Ah, yes, and who might you be learned gnome?" Kerric asks, noting the scholarly way the gnome carries himself and the book he has with him. Continuing, he says, "Do you have skills that would aid my investigation of these mysterious occurrences and defend yourself in battle? We should gather other like-minded individuals and coordinate with the town Constable if possible."
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Ebele’s ears would perk as an Elven voice would approach the bar to inquire about the same bandits the barkeep informed her of. How convenient. She’d listen to the patrons additions and even further, Kerric’s summary. This elf seemed keen on tracking down an authority and if unable, willing to investigate it himself. The half-elf couldn’t help but raise a brow in further intrigue at a gnome’s voice asking to accompany him in the task. The monk would finish chewing and swallowing her food then wash it down with a swig of her ale before neatly placing her dishes together for the bar keep. She’d dab her mouth clean with a napkin, placing it beside her plate and turn to face the elven voice that addressed her and the one accompanying him.
”I am not a local. My knowledge is as much as you have shared, in truth.” Abele would confess. “I would have to agree, something doesn’t sit right. I’d be willing to participate in assisting the locals.” Good ale, tasty food, friendly folk. So far the luxuries were worth a longer stay, for study, of course. And it was unjust of bandits to bully the locals, of course.
Fascinated by watching this apparently blind half elf move with such precision while eating, Kerric attempts to be delicate..."I must admit to some, consternation, in putting you in a dangerous situation with bandits should you actually be blind as you appear," he starts, already feeling the words begin to betray him as he seeks to be diplomatic. "What capabilities would you bring to the table--or bar, as it were?"
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“Your very perceptive my dear sir. I am Xalkas” at this he stands on his bar stool to his massive ... 3’3” stature and gives a little bow and sits back down. “I’ve had some training in the matters of magic and am able to defend myself with such capabilities.” As if to demonstrate Xalkas uses mage hand and lifts up one of the empty stools moves it a few feet away and sets it down(if you want me to roll for a different result that’s fine with me). “Now if I may be so bold good sir, as to inquire as to whom you might be? And further, why are you so interested in the goings on in this town. I must admit it’s peaked my curiosity.” Though he hesitated to say so aloud he had the same apprehensions about the half elven lady accompanying them.
The monk would seem unphased by the elf’s concern as it wasn’t uncommon for her appearance to draw her abilities to question. Only a hint of a smirk would tug at her lips. Ebele would nod her head to acknowledge his choice of words before she’d hop off her seat. Caring not to lay all her tricks out on the table, “I’d rather surprise, than disappoint.” She’d say honestly. “Though, if I must present something of value.” She’d twist at her waist gesturing to the healers kit that sits ready at her hip. At minimum, the half-elf could do a decent patch job in a pinch. “An’ I can brew a hell of a berry cider.” Ebele’s head would tilt just slightly as if she winked behind her bandages, making sure she that was loud enough for Malcom to hear.
listening but not Mal replies you will have to talk to the owner about that or miss Irkell over at the sword, though there hasnt been a brewer in this town for i dont even know how long
“Did you say berry cider?!?” Xalkas asks with perhaps a bit too much excitement towards Ebele “Forgive my exuberance, but I very much enjoy a good fruity beverage. You wouldn’t happen to have any of it with you so I can get a bit of a taste now?? Miss ...” as he swings his backpack round detaches his water skin and holds it towards the monk. Intending to place it in her hands. “I have my water skin here if you don’t mind.”
"Fairly asked, Xalkas," says the elf, "and I will give you a similar straightforward answer. I represent the interests of the Elves of High Forest, where I serve as a soldier. Many times in our history have there been troubles in the lands of the short-lived races, and these issues have inevitably spilled over into our domain. My orders are to assess the rising tide of evil in the Dessarin valley and assist in squelching it if possible. If not, I am to return and report my findings to my superiors."
"If you and Ebele have your own reasons for assisting me and can handle yourselves well enough when we encounter resistance, I suggest you join me in offering our aid to the Constable," Kerric concludes.
Looking over at the table with the Demon-touched and Fey-blessed pair, Kerric inclines his head their way and asks the scholarly gnome, "What's their story? I take it they are not locals either?"
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Xalkas scratches his chin a moment as if pondering the question, “I was wondering that myself. I’ve not seen them before this morning. From what I’ve surmised of them thus far this morning, the tiefling is very attached to the correct pronunciation of his name and makes a big thing about ‘contracts’ and the satyr seems to be the exact opposite of him.” Pausing for a moment to take a swig of his drink. He gives a wide smile as he sets his cup down. “I think they’ll get along smashingly. Don’t you?”
Xalkas then motions for Mal or the bar maid to come over. “How much do I owe you for my breakfast this fine morning?”
Xalkas reaches in to his robes, fiddles for a moment and pulls out a small pouch, gathers the required coin and sets it on the table for Mal, along with an additional silver for Mal and the barmaid each. “Much appreciated!” Xalkas then polishes off the rest of his drink and sits patiently waiting for Ebele and Kerric to be ready to go see the town constable.
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T'chal'fronack'zcinicker is busy reviewing a lengthly contract with Rhegys, "As you can see, mostly standard terms in here. Things you'd expect to see in any such contract. Now, I've put here that I'll manage any shared expenses, expect daily settlement on such arrears with minimal penalties, and receive a small stipend for such managing that. Over here you'll note that in the unlikely scenario that one of us is passes, the other agrees to deliver the body and all belongings, along with the detailed accounting of said belongings, along with their will to the nearest town capable of managing the execution of said will. You do have a will? You aren't THAT carele...uh...carefree that you don't even have a will? Right?"
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
Ebele would grab the mug of ale and bring it to her lips. She'd take in its scent before taking her first hearty sip. The half-elf would lift a leg to cross it over the other as she'd lean back in her seat, draping an elbow over the back of her chair. She'd look at her mug in the other hand as if judging it before taking another gulp.
The monk could smell her savoury meal coming her way before he placed it in front of her. Ebele could feel her mouth immediately salivate. She'd correct her posture, thanking the barkeep once again for his prompt service. The half-elf would reach into one of her pouches to pluck the coin necessary, including a flattering tip, to slide modestly to the bartender. And with that, Ebele would dig in, enjoying every bite of her meal as if she had plenty of time in the world. Although she didn't, she always made time for food and ale.
Her ears would twitch as she'd listen in to the bartender, unable to contain a chuckle when he'd stammer out Teechal, a tiefling who seemed to have convinced a wait staff to sign something to serve him. "Is there any trouble... ?" Ebele would tilt her head as if to wait for the barkeep to fill in his name for her while she asked.
just an unstable unicorn.
Xalkas motions for the barmaid to come over. When she arrives “ it’s pronounced T...chal....fron...ack....shin...ick...er” He states plainly, “I’ve heard him say it several times now. You can do it I’m sure of it.” Trying to be encouraging of the obviously flustered barmaid.
Right the barmaid huffs and goes towards the back be glad when the shift changes
the name is Malcom but most call me Mal (sorry couldnt resist) ive only heard of the bandits, but im the day keeper the night shift or patrons may know more, or the owner Garlen, but im not sure if he will be in tonight
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The half-elf would raise her mug to Malcom, "Ebele. Pleasure to meet you, Mal." She'd take a sip of her ale, "Bandits huh?" Ebele will take another bit and chew her food. It's always bandits. Her head would turn back to him, "I suppose I could mingle." She'd sigh at the notion, poking at her food with a fork before popping a vegetable in her mouth. After swallowing her bite, she'd add. "If you do come across anything else, my ears are always open." The monk would nod in appreciation for the barkeeps time, not wanting to keep him too long from his patrons. For now, she'd return to her meal, listening as she ate before she'd decide who's voice she'd consider approaching.
just an unstable unicorn.
Kerric:
Returning to the bar and sitting by the gnome, Kerric continues his line of questioning. "I take it this is an unusual concentration of bandit attacks for the area, Mal?" he asks, turning to the barkeep. "The local constable seems to be overwhelmed with only a small force to keep order and defend the town as well--and I came in on the Cairn road and didn't see any obvious signs of bandits or patrols either one," he adds.
"If this spreads, it could easily endanger the elves of the High Forest, as bandits have an unsavory tendency of trying to make hideouts in nearby woodlands," thinks the elven warrior. Aloud, he continues speaking to the barkeep, "Are there any folk in the militia who mobilize to address these sorts of issues? I would personally be willing to work with the constable and lend my martial skills to suppressing the bandit activity in the area. My name's Kerric, by the way, of the HIgh Forest."
Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
"Militia hah there generally isnt much call for that here, usually there are enough caravan guards for whatever needs fighting, just things been getting strange hereabouts lately, the bandits are just the newest concern
one of the two patrons Kerric tried to interact with comes to the bar The stoneworkers wont work the quarries at night anymore, say they be watched, n the shepherds wont let their flocks go up in the hills neither" He takes his drinks and ignoring the elf goes back to the table with his friend
Laissez les bons temps rouler
Kerric:
"Bandits on the roads, watchers at the quarries, danger in the hills. Taken alone, these concerns could be just superstition or overactive imaginations, but all happening at the same time seems too much to be a coincidence. I will head over to the Butcher shop to talk with this constable when I have finished lunch, good barkeep," states Kerric. Looking at the half elf sitting nearby, he asks, "Are you a local here, Ebele? Do you know of any who would step up and help the citizens of this town, even if there isn't a formal militia?"
Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
Xalkas nods quietly in agreement with Mal. He had the feeling the caravan mentioned was the one he had been fortunate enough to get away from. But now didn’t seem the time nor place to mention such things. Sizing up the monk and this haughty elven warrior, ‘perhaps I can track down those responsible with their aid‘ He thinks to himself. ‘Though how to go about doing so is another matter all together. Why can’t things be as simple as they are at the library.’ He let out an audible sigh for no reason in particular. ‘No sense wasting time beating around the bush. May as well get straight to the point’
Then to Kerric, Xalkas says, “You seem quite intent on tracking down these troublemakers, doers of misdeeds one might say. If it’s not too much of a bother good sir I should like to accompany you. Let’s just say I have an interest in seeing them stopped as well.” Xalkas continues sipping his drink (something nonalcoholic and fruit based) waiting for Kerrics reply almost forgetting about the other two strange fellows talking amongst themselves at another table, the two seated at the bar currently were far more interesting at the moment.
Kerric:
"Ah, yes, and who might you be learned gnome?" Kerric asks, noting the scholarly way the gnome carries himself and the book he has with him. Continuing, he says, "Do you have skills that would aid my investigation of these mysterious occurrences and defend yourself in battle? We should gather other like-minded individuals and coordinate with the town Constable if possible."
Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
Ebele’s ears would perk as an Elven voice would approach the bar to inquire about the same bandits the barkeep informed her of. How convenient. She’d listen to the patrons additions and even further, Kerric’s summary. This elf seemed keen on tracking down an authority and if unable, willing to investigate it himself. The half-elf couldn’t help but raise a brow in further intrigue at a gnome’s voice asking to accompany him in the task. The monk would finish chewing and swallowing her food then wash it down with a swig of her ale before neatly placing her dishes together for the bar keep. She’d dab her mouth clean with a napkin, placing it beside her plate and turn to face the elven voice that addressed her and the one accompanying him.
”I am not a local. My knowledge is as much as you have shared, in truth.” Abele would confess. “I would have to agree, something doesn’t sit right. I’d be willing to participate in assisting the locals.” Good ale, tasty food, friendly folk. So far the luxuries were worth a longer stay, for study, of course. And it was unjust of bandits to bully the locals, of course.
just an unstable unicorn.
Kerric:
Fascinated by watching this apparently blind half elf move with such precision while eating, Kerric attempts to be delicate..."I must admit to some, consternation, in putting you in a dangerous situation with bandits should you actually be blind as you appear," he starts, already feeling the words begin to betray him as he seeks to be diplomatic. "What capabilities would you bring to the table--or bar, as it were?"
Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
“Your very perceptive my dear sir. I am Xalkas” at this he stands on his bar stool to his massive ... 3’3” stature and gives a little bow and sits back down. “I’ve had some training in the matters of magic and am able to defend myself with such capabilities.” As if to demonstrate Xalkas uses mage hand and lifts up one of the empty stools moves it a few feet away and sets it down(if you want me to roll for a different result that’s fine with me). “Now if I may be so bold good sir, as to inquire as to whom you might be? And further, why are you so interested in the goings on in this town. I must admit it’s peaked my curiosity.” Though he hesitated to say so aloud he had the same apprehensions about the half elven lady accompanying them.
The monk would seem unphased by the elf’s concern as it wasn’t uncommon for her appearance to draw her abilities to question. Only a hint of a smirk would tug at her lips. Ebele would nod her head to acknowledge his choice of words before she’d hop off her seat. Caring not to lay all her tricks out on the table, “I’d rather surprise, than disappoint.” She’d say honestly. “Though, if I must present something of value.” She’d twist at her waist gesturing to the healers kit that sits ready at her hip. At minimum, the half-elf could do a decent patch job in a pinch. “An’ I can brew a hell of a berry cider.” Ebele’s head would tilt just slightly as if she winked behind her bandages, making sure she that was loud enough for Malcom to hear.
just an unstable unicorn.
listening but not Mal replies you will have to talk to the owner about that or miss Irkell over at the sword, though there hasnt been a brewer in this town for i dont even know how long
Laissez les bons temps rouler
“Did you say berry cider?!?” Xalkas asks with perhaps a bit too much excitement towards Ebele “Forgive my exuberance, but I very much enjoy a good fruity beverage. You wouldn’t happen to have any of it with you so I can get a bit of a taste now?? Miss ...” as he swings his backpack round detaches his water skin and holds it towards the monk. Intending to place it in her hands. “I have my water skin here if you don’t mind.”
Kerric:
"Fairly asked, Xalkas," says the elf, "and I will give you a similar straightforward answer. I represent the interests of the Elves of High Forest, where I serve as a soldier. Many times in our history have there been troubles in the lands of the short-lived races, and these issues have inevitably spilled over into our domain. My orders are to assess the rising tide of evil in the Dessarin valley and assist in squelching it if possible. If not, I am to return and report my findings to my superiors."
"If you and Ebele have your own reasons for assisting me and can handle yourselves well enough when we encounter resistance, I suggest you join me in offering our aid to the Constable," Kerric concludes.
Looking over at the table with the Demon-touched and Fey-blessed pair, Kerric inclines his head their way and asks the scholarly gnome, "What's their story? I take it they are not locals either?"
Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
Xalkas scratches his chin a moment as if pondering the question, “I was wondering that myself. I’ve not seen them before this morning. From what I’ve surmised of them thus far this morning, the tiefling is very attached to the correct pronunciation of his name and makes a big thing about ‘contracts’ and the satyr seems to be the exact opposite of him.” Pausing for a moment to take a swig of his drink. He gives a wide smile as he sets his cup down. “I think they’ll get along smashingly. Don’t you?”
Xalkas then motions for Mal or the bar maid to come over. “How much do I owe you for my breakfast this fine morning?”
Mal approaches. "3 silver"
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Xalkas reaches in to his robes, fiddles for a moment and pulls out a small pouch, gathers the required coin and sets it on the table for Mal, along with an additional silver for Mal and the barmaid each. “Much appreciated!” Xalkas then polishes off the rest of his drink and sits patiently waiting for Ebele and Kerric to be ready to go see the town constable.