The Dancing Goat Inn is located on the western edge of Gillesburg. It is the first inn encountered by people using the trade road that connects Gillesburg with the Sanbeyonne Kingdom and Kardagen Empire. Initially, the Dancing Goat was located outside of Gillesburg, but, the slums have slowly encircled the inn. The two-story building is part of a small compound surrounded by a wooden wall. Within the little compound, there is a stable and a house for the proprietor of the Inn.
This afternoon, a heavy storm has moved in and the sign of the Dancing Goat (a goat dancing around the rim of a mug of ale) is literally dancing in the wind. The heavy downpour of rain has limited the number of people heading out. Inside the inn, a fire is burning in the large fireplace. This establishment is of much better quality than one finds on the western side of Lake Gilles and is normally packed with people. The weather has significantly reduced the crowd. Two men in their 30s sit at a table talking quietly, while a gnome sits at the bar talking quietly with a dark haired woman who is standing behind the bar. Those are currently the only four individuals in the room.
OOC Go ahead and introduce your characters and your arrival at the inn.
Lukas enters the tavern, wet and windswept, and carefully makes his way to the bar (i say carefully in that he made sure not to shove through anyone, used open spaces, and said "excuse me" and "pardon me" when passing through a congestion.) he asks the barkeep "excuse me, what manner of hot food and beverage do you have this afternoon?"
"Well, currently, all we have in the way of hot food is a lamb stew, but, it is quite good. Mistress Begwiner is quite good at making stews, always gets the spices perfect and a good mix of meat vegetables, with a nice thick broth. For hot drinks, we have tea and hot chocolate. I can spice either of those beverages up for you if you want?"
The gnome speaks up at this point "And, we will have roast pork in a couple hours. It is still cooking, but, will be ready for the evening crowd."
"Near to town, I'm sure that Lord Grudayze will have the teamsters out early fixing the road. As you get further west, best hope it dries out fairly quickly if you're plannen' on head'n in that direction." after a brief pause, the woman says "I'll be right back with your stew and hot chocolate" and heads through a door to the left.
The gnome turns to you and says "It'd be best to wait 'till the 'morrow to begin your travels. We have rooms upstairs if you are interested. The common room costs 1 silver per day, and the private rooms cost 2-8 silvers per day."
A middle aged man enters. he could be described as "usual" and "ordinary" except for his colorfull coat with lots of embroideries and rainbow colored feathers attached to it. in one Hand he carries a small leather bag, in the other he holds a lute. Could you prepare me the usual, Tom? he calls towards the bar and takes place closer towards a fire in hopes of drying his currently soaked cloak. he puts his feet on the chair next to him and begins to quietly pluck on the strings of his instrument.
The bartender upon reentering the bar with the stew and hot chocolate for Lukas, hears herself refered to her as "Tom" cheekily replies "Tom? Do I look like a Tom to you? How many days you been here, and you still callin' me Tom?" There is a smile on her face as she says this.
She places the stew and cup of hot chocolate before Lukas, and then reaches under the bar for a bottle of red wine, which she pulls the cork (previously opened) out of and adds a dash of wine to the chocolate, then grabbing a spoon, she mixes the drink up before pushing it toward Lukas "This is my favorite drink on a rainy night like this."
A tall man in dark blue cloak, Moshet enters with the flurry of the wind blown door, but quickly wrestles it closed. "What a storm; the gods are indeed stirred today." Moving to the bar, he asks about food and drink and requests the stew, bread, and spiced tea; "the special spice that is usually poured in small glasses, my dear. I will take it by the fire if you don't mind. How much for this fine meal on this fine day?"
Moving near the fire, Moshet hangs his cloak to dry and sits at the table near the man with the lute.
Quin gives a sigh of resignation as he sees the goat standard appear through the rain. The weary rogue had hoped to make it to his own room on the west side but the storm just didn't appear to be stopping.
"I guess this is as good a place as any" he mutters to himself.
A sudden thought lifts his spirits and puts a bit of spring back into his step.
"I haven't worked this side of town in awhile. The Goat's always been good for a coin or two. Maybe I can turn this wash out of a night into something better."
Arriving at the front of the establishment Quin pauses for a moment. Growing up in a brothel and on the streets had taught him to always listen before entering so as not to find yourself in the middle of a fight. Confident that only ordinary calm existed in the other side of the portal, Quin grasps the door handle firmly and steps into the common room. Once in, his small frame struggled against the weather to close the door . A quick scan as he shakes off the storm tells the young rogue no clear targets yet. But since time will tell he proceeds to find a place as far from the door as possible. When asked he orders a hot tea. As he sits he begins a careful but inconspicuous analysis of the other patrons. He notes the bard at the fire and thinks to himself.
"Hmmm...that could be a good thing. People sometimes get loose tongues if they think they can't be heard. Might get some leads. And if we're lucky he's good. Might get folks to drinkin' and gettin' careless."
Whoops, i somehow skipped the part that described the "Woman behind the bar" as female. In that case Maximilian would have called her by a female Name. (i tried to imply that he knows her)
The door to The Dancing Goat opens briefly to admit a cloaked, rain-soaked figure, who pauses to shake the water off and lowers the cloaks hood. Surveying the room is a rather short figure, maybe half-elf, but it is hard to tell. His grizzled hair is stringing with the wet and the eyes that sweep the room are a startling silver-grey. Striding to the fireplace, he spins a chair around, removes the cloak, draping it over the chair-back so as to dry. Pulling up another chair, thumps down a backpack with a shield attached to it, sits and arranges himself to gain the most comfortable spot in front of the fire.
"Wine and hot meat!" He says as he pluck a coin from a belt pouch and plunks it on the table.
The face revealed in the fires light is lean, definitely of elvish cast but some other race as well, and strangely for a half-elf, it is pitted with odd scars, almost as if it had been blasted with pea gravel. His clothing is roughly made, but looks most durable; belted at his waist are a couple of belt pouches; an unusually long, sheathed dagger; and slung on narrow baldrics, two bolt cases.
As he dries himself, he looks around the room, taking in everyone with a more searching glance.
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The bartender upon reentering the bar with the stew and hot chocolate for Lukas, hears herself refered to her as "Tom" cheekily replies "Tom? Do I look like a Tom to you? How many days you been here, and you still callin' me Tom?" There is a smile on her face as she says this.
She places the stew and cup of hot chocolate before Lukas, and then reaches under the bar for a bottle of red wine, which she pulls the cork (previously opened) out of and adds a dash of wine to the chocolate, then grabbing a spoon, she mixes the drink up before pushing it toward Lukas "This is my favorite drink on a rainy night like this."
Lukas smiles at the bartender "Much obliged, madam." handing her a gold piece, he asks the gnome "aside from my food, will this be sufficient for a night in a private room? if the road is broken up, it makes sense to wait until it can be fixed."
Coming down from the inner stair well is a young fit man in clothing of the latest cut for gentlemen. His skin is dark and weathered his face is chiseled and he sports well trimmed and oiled mustachio's. while his clothes are of the latest style his long curved belt dagger is unadorned and clearly made for function not show. His boots proclaim him a cavalryman, possibly an officer, and sharp eyes might even spot the hilt of a combat knife jutting from the top of his boot. he makes his way to the bar and regards the woman behind the bar "The room will suffice, however, please have some one make the bed with fresh linens and new candles for the lighting." he hands over a gold piece. "For the room and the roast meat I smell cooking. as for any other refreshments please run me a tab." he looks to the room and sniffs slightly. "I'll have some spiced wine to start and a candle. I'd like to do a bit of reading" he then moves to find a vacant table.
The bartender spends a few minutes moving rapidly around the room, getting people food and drinks. The gnome accepts the gold from Lukas and says “Yep, that will be for one of our better rooms. Not our best mind you, that has already been claimed by a gentleman. And, we’ll provide you breakfast in the morning, and a packed lunch for you on the road.”
When Khoraj comes down and starts making demands, the gnome turns to the bartender and says “Chane, get the gentleman what he is requesting.”
“At once” she replied.
The room soon quieted down again, with the sounds of people eating and drinking. But, a sudden outburst from two men sitting in one corner interrupted the quiet “WHAT! Why have you waited until now to tell me this, Tin. You idiot!! You had one task and that was to get us guards for our trip to Springholde. And, now you tell me we have none!!”
“But, but, I did. I hired six men like you said. But, Lan Winterjumper stole them from us. He offered them more and said they were leaving immediately.”
“Well, at least you didn’t pay them.”
The second man mumbles a response to this last statement that none of you can hear, but, his table mate clearly heard.
“What, you gave them the advance and then let them wander off with that slimy Lan! So, now we are out 30 gold pieces as well as not having any men to ward off would be bandits!”
Another mumbled response
“60!! You gave them 10 each as an advance?! You are an idiot!! Now what are we supposed to do??”
Lukas perks up at that, having finished his drink and working on his stew. "sirs, you seek guards? have the roads improved suddenly or are bandits becoming an issue?"
"Or mayhaps you just need some assistance with a 'refund'," chimed in the half-elf by the fire. "Seems t' me that this here Wimperjumper scoundrel owes you a wee bit o' coin. 'n what do ye be needin' guards for?"
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Khoraj hears the banter around him but tries not to exhibit any interest. he is however, closely following the conversation. he turns the pages of his book on tactics mechanically as he skims the words. Listening.
Moshet looks at his "tea" thoughtfully, wondering if this is a sign or just another lousy coincidence... Mumbling to himself, "But I did come south to start fresh... Anpu help me if you are still listening."
Wiping his mouth and tossing the tea into the fire, "I believe the Emissary sent me here to conduct funerary rites for these dishonest men who will be facing the scales of balance very soon. Well... things seem to be heading in that direction anyway." Moshet looks back at his empty cup.
Quin receives his tea and reflects on the days events as he sips.
"Blasted storm! Got me stuck in here. Oh well, at least I drew that horses ass away from mum. I hope I did anyway. To bad I had to make it look like I left town. Hmmm.... now that I think about it, it might be a good idea to really clear out for a bit. That guy was pretty pissed I went for that pouch. Screw him! it's his own fault for getting handsy."
The outburst from the next table suddenly pulls Quin from his musings. He chuckles to himself as he hears the other patrons sounding off, expressing their desire to help.
"Heh! Well awfully forward bunch in here. Haven't even been asked for an invite yet they jump in the middle. Must be some folk desperate for coin. But this could be an answer to my dillema. Could give me a way out of town, a little cover if things go south, and maybe some coin to boot. I can always disappear if it gets too hairy."
Quin looks at the pack drying on the floor next to him. "Good thing I grabbed my gear to make it look like I had cleared out. Think I'll see where this goes a bit before I chime in"
The young rogue sits up a bit more in His chair and turns his attention to the gentlemen with the employment problem.
The Dancing Goat Inn is located on the western edge of Gillesburg. It is the first inn encountered by people using the trade road that connects Gillesburg with the Sanbeyonne Kingdom and Kardagen Empire. Initially, the Dancing Goat was located outside of Gillesburg, but, the slums have slowly encircled the inn. The two-story building is part of a small compound surrounded by a wooden wall. Within the little compound, there is a stable and a house for the proprietor of the Inn.
This afternoon, a heavy storm has moved in and the sign of the Dancing Goat (a goat dancing around the rim of a mug of ale) is literally dancing in the wind. The heavy downpour of rain has limited the number of people heading out. Inside the inn, a fire is burning in the large fireplace. This establishment is of much better quality than one finds on the western side of Lake Gilles and is normally packed with people. The weather has significantly reduced the crowd. Two men in their 30s sit at a table talking quietly, while a gnome sits at the bar talking quietly with a dark haired woman who is standing behind the bar. Those are currently the only four individuals in the room.
OOC Go ahead and introduce your characters and your arrival at the inn.
Lukas enters the tavern, wet and windswept, and carefully makes his way to the bar (i say carefully in that he made sure not to shove through anyone, used open spaces, and said "excuse me" and "pardon me" when passing through a congestion.) he asks the barkeep "excuse me, what manner of hot food and beverage do you have this afternoon?"
"Well, currently, all we have in the way of hot food is a lamb stew, but, it is quite good. Mistress Begwiner is quite good at making stews, always gets the spices perfect and a good mix of meat vegetables, with a nice thick broth. For hot drinks, we have tea and hot chocolate. I can spice either of those beverages up for you if you want?"
The gnome speaks up at this point "And, we will have roast pork in a couple hours. It is still cooking, but, will be ready for the evening crowd."
"hot chocolate, small spice please. and some of that lamb stew as well. the storm's done a number to the road. what will that come to?"
"Near to town, I'm sure that Lord Grudayze will have the teamsters out early fixing the road. As you get further west, best hope it dries out fairly quickly if you're plannen' on head'n in that direction." after a brief pause, the woman says "I'll be right back with your stew and hot chocolate" and heads through a door to the left.
The gnome turns to you and says "It'd be best to wait 'till the 'morrow to begin your travels. We have rooms upstairs if you are interested. The common room costs 1 silver per day, and the private rooms cost 2-8 silvers per day."
A middle aged man enters. he could be described as "usual" and "ordinary" except for his colorfull coat with lots of embroideries and rainbow colored feathers attached to it. in one Hand he carries a small leather bag, in the other he holds a lute.
Could you prepare me the usual, Tom? he calls towards the bar and takes place closer towards a fire in hopes of drying his currently soaked cloak. he puts his feet on the chair next to him and begins to quietly pluck on the strings of his instrument.
The bartender upon reentering the bar with the stew and hot chocolate for Lukas, hears herself refered to her as "Tom" cheekily replies "Tom? Do I look like a Tom to you? How many days you been here, and you still callin' me Tom?" There is a smile on her face as she says this.
She places the stew and cup of hot chocolate before Lukas, and then reaches under the bar for a bottle of red wine, which she pulls the cork (previously opened) out of and adds a dash of wine to the chocolate, then grabbing a spoon, she mixes the drink up before pushing it toward Lukas "This is my favorite drink on a rainy night like this."
A tall man in dark blue cloak, Moshet enters with the flurry of the wind blown door, but quickly wrestles it closed. "What a storm; the gods are indeed stirred today." Moving to the bar, he asks about food and drink and requests the stew, bread, and spiced tea; "the special spice that is usually poured in small glasses, my dear. I will take it by the fire if you don't mind. How much for this fine meal on this fine day?"
Moving near the fire, Moshet hangs his cloak to dry and sits at the table near the man with the lute.
Moshet Tanubis - Grave Cleric - Lvl 1 -- Mercer's Tavern
Asvala Vor - Barbarian/War Cleric - Lvl 2/Lvl 1 - Icewind Dale: Frostmaiden
Quin gives a sigh of resignation as he sees the goat standard appear through the rain. The weary rogue had hoped to make it to his own room on the west side but the storm just didn't appear to be stopping.
"I guess this is as good a place as any" he mutters to himself.
A sudden thought lifts his spirits and puts a bit of spring back into his step.
"I haven't worked this side of town in awhile. The Goat's always been good for a coin or two. Maybe I can turn this wash out of a night into something better."
Arriving at the front of the establishment Quin pauses for a moment. Growing up in a brothel and on the streets had taught him to always listen before entering so as not to find yourself in the middle of a fight. Confident that only ordinary calm existed in the other side of the portal, Quin grasps the door handle firmly and steps into the common room. Once in, his small frame struggled against the weather to close the door . A quick scan as he shakes off the storm tells the young rogue no clear targets yet. But since time will tell he proceeds to find a place as far from the door as possible. When asked he orders a hot tea. As he sits he begins a careful but inconspicuous analysis of the other patrons. He notes the bard at the fire and thinks to himself.
"Hmmm...that could be a good thing. People sometimes get loose tongues if they think they can't be heard. Might get some leads. And if we're lucky he's good. Might get folks to drinkin' and gettin' careless."
Rogue Quin Oberon /Mercer's Tavern
Ranger Rigel Foresyth /LMOP
Fighter Barnabus Ironheel /North lands campaign
Fighter Flynt McGraw /Stormraider
Whoops, i somehow skipped the part that described the "Woman behind the bar" as female. In that case Maximilian would have called her by a female Name. (i tried to imply that he knows her)
The door to The Dancing Goat opens briefly to admit a cloaked, rain-soaked figure, who pauses to shake the water off and lowers the cloaks hood. Surveying the room is a rather short figure, maybe half-elf, but it is hard to tell. His grizzled hair is stringing with the wet and the eyes that sweep the room are a startling silver-grey. Striding to the fireplace, he spins a chair around, removes the cloak, draping it over the chair-back so as to dry. Pulling up another chair, thumps down a backpack with a shield attached to it, sits and arranges himself to gain the most comfortable spot in front of the fire.
"Wine and hot meat!" He says as he pluck a coin from a belt pouch and plunks it on the table.
The face revealed in the fires light is lean, definitely of elvish cast but some other race as well, and strangely for a half-elf, it is pitted with odd scars, almost as if it had been blasted with pea gravel. His clothing is roughly made, but looks most durable; belted at his waist are a couple of belt pouches; an unusually long, sheathed dagger; and slung on narrow baldrics, two bolt cases.
As he dries himself, he looks around the room, taking in everyone with a more searching glance.
Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
Lukas smiles at the bartender "Much obliged, madam." handing her a gold piece, he asks the gnome "aside from my food, will this be sufficient for a night in a private room? if the road is broken up, it makes sense to wait until it can be fixed."
Coming down from the inner stair well is a young fit man in clothing of the latest cut for gentlemen. His skin is dark and weathered his face is chiseled and he sports well trimmed and oiled mustachio's. while his clothes are of the latest style his long curved belt dagger is unadorned and clearly made for function not show. His boots proclaim him a cavalryman, possibly an officer, and sharp eyes might even spot the hilt of a combat knife jutting from the top of his boot. he makes his way to the bar and regards the woman behind the bar "The room will suffice, however, please have some one make the bed with fresh linens and new candles for the lighting." he hands over a gold piece. "For the room and the roast meat I smell cooking. as for any other refreshments please run me a tab." he looks to the room and sniffs slightly. "I'll have some spiced wine to start and a candle. I'd like to do a bit of reading" he then moves to find a vacant table.
The bartender spends a few minutes moving rapidly around the room, getting people food and drinks. The gnome accepts the gold from Lukas and says “Yep, that will be for one of our better rooms. Not our best mind you, that has already been claimed by a gentleman. And, we’ll provide you breakfast in the morning, and a packed lunch for you on the road.”
When Khoraj comes down and starts making demands, the gnome turns to the bartender and says “Chane, get the gentleman what he is requesting.”
“At once” she replied.
The room soon quieted down again, with the sounds of people eating and drinking. But, a sudden outburst from two men sitting in one corner interrupted the quiet “WHAT! Why have you waited until now to tell me this, Tin. You idiot!! You had one task and that was to get us guards for our trip to Springholde. And, now you tell me we have none!!”
“But, but, I did. I hired six men like you said. But, Lan Winterjumper stole them from us. He offered them more and said they were leaving immediately.”
“Well, at least you didn’t pay them.”
The second man mumbles a response to this last statement that none of you can hear, but, his table mate clearly heard.
“What, you gave them the advance and then let them wander off with that slimy Lan! So, now we are out 30 gold pieces as well as not having any men to ward off would be bandits!”
Another mumbled response
“60!! You gave them 10 each as an advance?! You are an idiot!! Now what are we supposed to do??”
Lukas perks up at that, having finished his drink and working on his stew. "sirs, you seek guards? have the roads improved suddenly or are bandits becoming an issue?"
Or do you need someone to retrieve your coins? Maximilian calls althewhile plucking his little melody
"Or mayhaps you just need some assistance with a 'refund'," chimed in the half-elf by the fire. "Seems t' me that this here Wimperjumper scoundrel owes you a wee bit o' coin. 'n what do ye be needin' guards for?"
Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
Khoraj hears the banter around him but tries not to exhibit any interest. he is however, closely following the conversation. he turns the pages of his book on tactics mechanically as he skims the words. Listening.
Moshet looks at his "tea" thoughtfully, wondering if this is a sign or just another lousy coincidence... Mumbling to himself, "But I did come south to start fresh... Anpu help me if you are still listening."
Wiping his mouth and tossing the tea into the fire, "I believe the Emissary sent me here to conduct funerary rites for these dishonest men who will be facing the scales of balance very soon. Well... things seem to be heading in that direction anyway." Moshet looks back at his empty cup.
Moshet Tanubis - Grave Cleric - Lvl 1 -- Mercer's Tavern
Asvala Vor - Barbarian/War Cleric - Lvl 2/Lvl 1 - Icewind Dale: Frostmaiden
Quin receives his tea and reflects on the days events as he sips.
"Blasted storm! Got me stuck in here. Oh well, at least I drew that horses ass away from mum. I hope I did anyway. To bad I had to make it look like I left town. Hmmm.... now that I think about it, it might be a good idea to really clear out for a bit. That guy was pretty pissed I went for that pouch. Screw him! it's his own fault for getting handsy."
The outburst from the next table suddenly pulls Quin from his musings. He chuckles to himself as he hears the other patrons sounding off, expressing their desire to help.
"Heh! Well awfully forward bunch in here. Haven't even been asked for an invite yet they jump in the middle. Must be some folk desperate for coin. But this could be an answer to my dillema. Could give me a way out of town, a little cover if things go south, and maybe some coin to boot. I can always disappear if it gets too hairy."
Quin looks at the pack drying on the floor next to him. "Good thing I grabbed my gear to make it look like I had cleared out. Think I'll see where this goes a bit before I chime in"
The young rogue sits up a bit more in His chair and turns his attention to the gentlemen with the employment problem.
Rogue Quin Oberon /Mercer's Tavern
Ranger Rigel Foresyth /LMOP
Fighter Barnabus Ironheel /North lands campaign
Fighter Flynt McGraw /Stormraider