Ishtayu maintains a cheery and confident smile while listening to Roland's tale before answering by saying, "Your fellow Garret sounds like quite an excellent fellow to travel with. But no need to worry, being discreet is one of my specialties when it comes in handy." He continues walking, idly observing his surroundings as he does, seeming mildly amused at the dwarf mumbling and grumbling about. "Speaking of that which people do not understand, can I trust you've got some nice tricks with that staff of yours?" he asks of Leomorne. "I'm quite intrigued to see what you can do in the face of bandits and brigands."
Leomorne's frown deepens as he looks over to Ishtayu. "Whatever I do, Minstrel, you best just try not to get caught in the blast. " The Dwarf turns away from the other, marching forward to catch up with Roland.
Lenthium smiles wide at the banter between the mild-mannered minstrel and the dour dwarf with the doldrums. His skin reflecting the lantern lights with golden tones, he comments on the interplay "I think I'm going to challenge myself to see what kind of prank or joke I can pull on our Dwarf to make him smile. Want to lay wagers in how long before I get at least a grin?"
"Just in case some names have been missed, I'm Lenthium Glorybound, Acolyte of Lathander, God of the morning. I will be your humble healer during our excursion. Try not to need my services."
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“Can you tell me the difference between a witch and a wizard?" "Sure, a wizard is what they call you when they want to hire you, and a witch is what they call you when they're getting ready to run you out of town.” SunWolf replied ― Barbara Hambly, The Witches of Wenshar
Rounding the last corner before the city limits, the group arrived at a weary looking two story building. Broken shutters hung from rotting window frames and failed to contain the hallmark sounds of a house of pleasure; the scent of incense hung thick in the air. A large tattooed bruiser sat near the door leaning on a flimsy wooden chair, cleaning his overgrown fingernails with a small dull blade.
“This must be the place.” Roland remarked to the group, his displeasure obvious. “Lets get this over and done.”
"Glad to hear we've got a healer with us for this, one can't expect to chase after danger without a few scrapes here or there," Ishtayu says to Lenthium as the group approaches their destination, then adds with a smirk, "That said, I'll gladly take you up on that wager. I'll give five gold if you can manage it before we lay eyes on the first if these bandits. Now then, I should hope it won't be terribly difficult to find this Dubois fellow."
The Dark Drow reached Bustle simply step by step. It was hungry and his belly started to grumble when he saw a two-story building with a seated muscle man in front of it. An intense scent of incense slapped his nostrils like one of the many rebukes of the ex-old-ex-hag from whom he has been grown up.
"Find food, find food? Fine food? Ok maybe they are cooking some fine food using incense, what do you think?"
Rod asks the splatted frog in his hand.
"Wwwhat?" "Frog food are incense-free? Really? Ok nevermind wait me here"
Rod leaves the frog on the ground and starts to toddle towards the Incense-Inn. And as soon as he gets closer, he sees them....WINGS, on the back of human-like being in the middle of a group of four. Rod jaw immediately swang open in adoration. He picks up the pace to not lose them.
"Heyyyyyy" He yells and waves towards the winged man and the others "Heyyyyy" He jumps in front of them with an amazed gaze "Are you an Angel? Can I touch them?"
Leomorne was just about to answer Ishtayu when this odd Drow jumped in front of them. The Dwarf instinctively leveled his staff at the person and was half way done evoking a spell before he realized the Elf was no harm...for now.
Rod freeze at the raising Staff, open hands "Hey, wait, no harm from me, I just...looking for a meal and saw, these amazing stuff on your back? May I sir? Or wait...but wait, you have a Staff, I have a Rod, see? you like it?"
Rod slowly unsheathes from under his clothes, his Rod.
"Nice Staff bearded man, this is my Rod instead, and...I am Rod as well, you can call me Rod if you want" The Drow produces a clumsy bow.
The Dwarf just stares at the Drow, blinking a few times. He wasn't really sure what to think of the odd creature. Drow usually meant big trouble, but this one was...off, to say the least. Leomorne arched an eyebrow and glanced over to Roland. "Is that where we're going? Incense Inn?"
Incense Inn reaks of its namesake. Little more then a string of shacks hollowed out together. Various individuals of every race and gender are on display for the buying. In a corner set a gaunt man with a very bad wig and face makeup clearly heavily into the bottle setting at his table. A female haifling looks bored sitting next to him.
As the group approaches the low-class whorehouse, Lenthium leans over to the dwarf and whispers something in his ear. He then stands tall again and says “Looks perfect for a pork salesman. They’ll probably even squeal for him at the right time! Who wants to be the frontman that girds the lion in his mating den?”
“Can you tell me the difference between a witch and a wizard?" "Sure, a wizard is what they call you when they want to hire you, and a witch is what they call you when they're getting ready to run you out of town.” SunWolf replied ― Barbara Hambly, The Witches of Wenshar
Once in the whorehouse, Rod gathers some confused, somehow interested glimpses, he is actually, quite an androgyne being. He is a man, but he has quite a sinuous, fine and refined features. He could be considered a kind of exotic entertainment in this very place.
He obviously listens to the winged-man words since he is quite in adoration of him.
"Hey, hey....good sir and madame, have you heard my friend? Where is the mating Lion?" He leans over the table with a big smile and wide opened milky eyes.
"Yes it appears so, I know this goes without saying but keep your guard up." Unclasping the leather guard on the scabbard of his sword Roland turned from Leomorne and strode into the run down brothel.
If the incense that place was named after was pungent in the nearby streets, it was downright cloying inside. Thick puffs of various smokes and vapours trailed upwards and pooled around the stained curtains and damp timber beams overhead.
Looking around the main hall, if one could call it as such, Roland spotted a man matching Dubois' desciption lounging in the far back corner. A halfling girl, presumably the man's company for the evening sat to his side curling her mousey brown hair through her fingers absently. Roland wasted no time in crossing the room and standing over the pair.
"The weather's fine today, may I join you?" Without waiting for a reply Roland pulled up a nearby chair, turning it so that the chair back would protect his front and sat, elbows resting on the high arc of the chair. "Darien Dubois I presume."
Leomorne sneers at the smell, as if trying to repel it via intimidation. It doesn't work. The Dwarf followed Rolland and their strange new Drow into the brothel. There, they found a thoroughly bedraggled man next to a thoroughly bored Halfling. Leomorne began to address one of them when suddenly he has to stifle a bit of laughter! He covers his mouth with his sleeve and tries to turn away just as Lenthium finishes whispering something. "Nngh...The Beard! " he chokes out before being able to stifle himself again.
After Leomorne's sudden outburst, Lenthium turns to Ishtayu "Pay up, friend! I admit though, I expected more resistance, and thought it'd take at least five or six jokes to crack that resolve. Leomorne, I'll buy you a high-test ale with this profit, once we get back to some place...respectable!"
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“Can you tell me the difference between a witch and a wizard?" "Sure, a wizard is what they call you when they want to hire you, and a witch is what they call you when they're getting ready to run you out of town.” SunWolf replied ― Barbara Hambly, The Witches of Wenshar
OOC: I did actually have about 8 different ones that I'm still going to trot out, now and then, just for the heart of fun. :)
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“Can you tell me the difference between a witch and a wizard?" "Sure, a wizard is what they call you when they want to hire you, and a witch is what they call you when they're getting ready to run you out of town.” SunWolf replied ― Barbara Hambly, The Witches of Wenshar
Dubious loudly..hiccups..and burps extending his had in a theatrical manner. "I am Duke Darrion Dubious are you some of the new entertainment very exotic the lot of you. ..hiccups.. Maybe the dwarf..I could go for some north sea squid..(turn greenish)...Damn you Trixsy why so boring...I'm sorry Trixsy so sorry..(crying)...are you the..who are you?"
Lenthium laughs at the idea of them as this wretched man's 'entertainment', leans in close and says "Sorry to disappoint you, Dubious, but we are here to help you with your little bandit problem. Care to tell us about it? There are some sad people in the town, missing their bacon and other meats."
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“Can you tell me the difference between a witch and a wizard?" "Sure, a wizard is what they call you when they want to hire you, and a witch is what they call you when they're getting ready to run you out of town.” SunWolf replied ― Barbara Hambly, The Witches of Wenshar
Ishtayu smirks slightly at Lenthium's success over their wager and Leomorne's unexpectedly amused reaction, casually slipping the five gold coins to Lenthium when a break presents itself in the conversation.
For the moment, Ishtayu allows Roland and Lenthium to take the lead in speaking to Dubois, seeing as how they seem to have things under control, and in the meantime rather curiously eyes the odd drow who has just joined the group. Having never seen a drow in person before, he considers it to be a good opportunity to learn about them once their discussion with Dubois is finished.
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Ishtayu maintains a cheery and confident smile while listening to Roland's tale before answering by saying, "Your fellow Garret sounds like quite an excellent fellow to travel with. But no need to worry, being discreet is one of my specialties when it comes in handy." He continues walking, idly observing his surroundings as he does, seeming mildly amused at the dwarf mumbling and grumbling about. "Speaking of that which people do not understand, can I trust you've got some nice tricks with that staff of yours?" he asks of Leomorne. "I'm quite intrigued to see what you can do in the face of bandits and brigands."
Leomorne's frown deepens as he looks over to Ishtayu. "Whatever I do, Minstrel, you best just try not to get caught in the blast. " The Dwarf turns away from the other, marching forward to catch up with Roland.
Lenthium smiles wide at the banter between the mild-mannered minstrel and the dour dwarf with the doldrums. His skin reflecting the lantern lights with golden tones, he comments on the interplay "I think I'm going to challenge myself to see what kind of prank or joke I can pull on our Dwarf to make him smile. Want to lay wagers in how long before I get at least a grin?"
"Just in case some names have been missed, I'm Lenthium Glorybound, Acolyte of Lathander, God of the morning. I will be your humble healer during our excursion. Try not to need my services."
“Can you tell me the difference between a witch and a wizard?"
"Sure, a wizard is what they call you when they want to hire you, and a witch is what they call you when they're getting ready to run you out of town.” SunWolf replied
― Barbara Hambly, The Witches of Wenshar
Rounding the last corner before the city limits, the group arrived at a weary looking two story building. Broken shutters hung from rotting window frames and failed to contain the hallmark sounds of a house of pleasure; the scent of incense hung thick in the air. A large tattooed bruiser sat near the door leaning on a flimsy wooden chair, cleaning his overgrown fingernails with a small dull blade.
“This must be the place.” Roland remarked to the group, his displeasure obvious. “Lets get this over and done.”
"Glad to hear we've got a healer with us for this, one can't expect to chase after danger without a few scrapes here or there," Ishtayu says to Lenthium as the group approaches their destination, then adds with a smirk, "That said, I'll gladly take you up on that wager. I'll give five gold if you can manage it before we lay eyes on the first if these bandits. Now then, I should hope it won't be terribly difficult to find this Dubois fellow."
Rod
The Dark Drow reached Bustle simply step by step. It was hungry and his belly started to grumble when he saw a two-story building with a seated muscle man in front of it. An intense scent of incense slapped his nostrils like one of the many rebukes of the ex-old-ex-hag from whom he has been grown up.
"Find food, find food? Fine food? Ok maybe they are cooking some fine food using incense, what do you think?"
Rod asks the splatted frog in his hand.
"Wwwhat?" "Frog food are incense-free? Really? Ok nevermind wait me here"
Rod leaves the frog on the ground and starts to toddle towards the Incense-Inn. And as soon as he gets closer, he sees them....WINGS, on the back of human-like being in the middle of a group of four. Rod jaw immediately swang open in adoration. He picks up the pace to not lose them.
"Heyyyyyy" He yells and waves towards the winged man and the others "Heyyyyy" He jumps in front of them with an amazed gaze "Are you an Angel? Can I touch them?"
Leomorne was just about to answer Ishtayu when this odd Drow jumped in front of them. The Dwarf instinctively leveled his staff at the person and was half way done evoking a spell before he realized the Elf was no harm...for now.
Rod
Rod freeze at the raising Staff, open hands "Hey, wait, no harm from me, I just...looking for a meal and saw, these amazing stuff on your back? May I sir? Or wait...but wait, you have a Staff, I have a Rod, see? you like it?"
Rod slowly unsheathes from under his clothes, his Rod.
"Nice Staff bearded man, this is my Rod instead, and...I am Rod as well, you can call me Rod if you want" The Drow produces a clumsy bow.
"Are you headed to the Incense-Inn?"
The Dwarf just stares at the Drow, blinking a few times. He wasn't really sure what to think of the odd creature. Drow usually meant big trouble, but this one was...off, to say the least. Leomorne arched an eyebrow and glanced over to Roland. "Is that where we're going? Incense Inn?"
Incense Inn reaks of its namesake. Little more then a string of shacks hollowed out together. Various individuals of every race and gender are on display for the buying. In a corner set a gaunt man with a very bad wig and face makeup clearly heavily into the bottle setting at his table. A female haifling looks bored sitting next to him.
As the group approaches the low-class whorehouse, Lenthium leans over to the dwarf and whispers something in his ear. He then stands tall again and says “Looks perfect for a pork salesman. They’ll probably even squeal for him at the right time! Who wants to be the frontman that girds the lion in his mating den?”
“Can you tell me the difference between a witch and a wizard?"
"Sure, a wizard is what they call you when they want to hire you, and a witch is what they call you when they're getting ready to run you out of town.” SunWolf replied
― Barbara Hambly, The Witches of Wenshar
Rod
The Drow enters the brothel following the WINGS!
Once in the whorehouse, Rod gathers some confused, somehow interested glimpses, he is actually, quite an androgyne being. He is a man, but he has quite a sinuous, fine and refined features. He could be considered a kind of exotic entertainment in this very place.
He obviously listens to the winged-man words since he is quite in adoration of him.
"Hey, hey....good sir and madame, have you heard my friend? Where is the mating Lion?" He leans over the table with a big smile and wide opened milky eyes.
"Yes it appears so, I know this goes without saying but keep your guard up." Unclasping the leather guard on the scabbard of his sword Roland turned from Leomorne and strode into the run down brothel.
If the incense that place was named after was pungent in the nearby streets, it was downright cloying inside. Thick puffs of various smokes and vapours trailed upwards and pooled around the stained curtains and damp timber beams overhead.
Looking around the main hall, if one could call it as such, Roland spotted a man matching Dubois' desciption lounging in the far back corner. A halfling girl, presumably the man's company for the evening sat to his side curling her mousey brown hair through her fingers absently. Roland wasted no time in crossing the room and standing over the pair.
"The weather's fine today, may I join you?" Without waiting for a reply Roland pulled up a nearby chair, turning it so that the chair back would protect his front and sat, elbows resting on the high arc of the chair. "Darien Dubois I presume."
Leomorne sneers at the smell, as if trying to repel it via intimidation. It doesn't work. The Dwarf followed Rolland and their strange new Drow into the brothel. There, they found a thoroughly bedraggled man next to a thoroughly bored Halfling. Leomorne began to address one of them when suddenly he has to stifle a bit of laughter! He covers his mouth with his sleeve and tries to turn away just as Lenthium finishes whispering something. "Nngh...The Beard! " he chokes out before being able to stifle himself again.
After Leomorne's sudden outburst, Lenthium turns to Ishtayu "Pay up, friend! I admit though, I expected more resistance, and thought it'd take at least five or six jokes to crack that resolve. Leomorne, I'll buy you a high-test ale with this profit, once we get back to some place...respectable!"
“Can you tell me the difference between a witch and a wizard?"
"Sure, a wizard is what they call you when they want to hire you, and a witch is what they call you when they're getting ready to run you out of town.” SunWolf replied
― Barbara Hambly, The Witches of Wenshar
OOC: Who would have guessed Leomorne to be a sucker for terrible jokes lol
OOC: I did actually have about 8 different ones that I'm still going to trot out, now and then, just for the heart of fun. :)
“Can you tell me the difference between a witch and a wizard?"
"Sure, a wizard is what they call you when they want to hire you, and a witch is what they call you when they're getting ready to run you out of town.” SunWolf replied
― Barbara Hambly, The Witches of Wenshar
Dubious loudly..hiccups..and burps extending his had in a theatrical manner. "I am Duke Darrion Dubious are you some of the new entertainment very exotic the lot of you. ..hiccups.. Maybe the dwarf..I could go for some north sea squid..(turn greenish)...Damn you Trixsy why so boring...I'm sorry Trixsy so sorry..(crying)...are you the..who are you?"
Lenthium laughs at the idea of them as this wretched man's 'entertainment', leans in close and says "Sorry to disappoint you, Dubious, but we are here to help you with your little bandit problem. Care to tell us about it? There are some sad people in the town, missing their bacon and other meats."
“Can you tell me the difference between a witch and a wizard?"
"Sure, a wizard is what they call you when they want to hire you, and a witch is what they call you when they're getting ready to run you out of town.” SunWolf replied
― Barbara Hambly, The Witches of Wenshar
Ishtayu smirks slightly at Lenthium's success over their wager and Leomorne's unexpectedly amused reaction, casually slipping the five gold coins to Lenthium when a break presents itself in the conversation.
For the moment, Ishtayu allows Roland and Lenthium to take the lead in speaking to Dubois, seeing as how they seem to have things under control, and in the meantime rather curiously eyes the odd drow who has just joined the group. Having never seen a drow in person before, he considers it to be a good opportunity to learn about them once their discussion with Dubois is finished.