Kathrine moves towards the one with the paper, and the individual glancing to the group. "Excuse me, but I noticed you keep looking at us, is something wrong?"
Cringer moves to the table with the farmer and the halfling....
"What problem." He asks with a toothy grin up at them. "Cringer with Pretty Lady, and Sildar..." He gestures to the group at the other table. "What is issue you are having problem with, group fix, no doubt."
Kathrine moves towards the one with the paper, and the individual glancing to the group. "Excuse me, but I noticed you keep looking at us, is something wrong?"
“Not at all Lady.” The slender man rises and bows gracefully. Katherine now sees slightly pointed ears beneath his salt and pepper hair.
“I am Daran Edermath, at your service.”
“This is Harbin Wester, Townmaster of Phandalin.”
The other man does not rise, but looks up from the paper with a polite smile. There are dark circles under his puffy eyes. “Good to meet you maam.”
Cringer moves to the table with the farmer and the halfling....
"What problem." He asks with a toothy grin up at them. "Cringer with Pretty Lady, and Sildar..." He gestures to the group at the other table. "What is issue you are having problem with, group fix, no doubt."
The group starts at the sight of a goblin, some reaching for weapons. “Hold!” calls the younger man.
The farmer pauses with a fork raised as if ready to stab. He looks at Cringer fiercely. “I don’t know who let you in here, but if you have anything to do with those orcs on Triboar Trail, we’ll have your skin on the barn door by sunrise!”
“Narth, hold, I don’t think this is one of them.” Says the younger man again.
The halfling has pulled daggers out of his boots, watching Cringer warily, but seems more defensive than aggressive.
"Please, put your weapons away," Alarion says soothingly. "He means you no harm, he is with my friends and I. I am Alarion Amanodel, at your service. You mentioned orcs?"
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Gabriel who had walked in with the group and got himself a heavenly glass of red wine, which he saviours like a man in the desert would saviour the smallest drop of water, will have followed Cringer.
Seeing the daggers pulled he mumbles a prayer of guidance.
"Easy good people, as a paladin of Torm, I swear to you this goblin means no harm to any of you. He is my personal friend, and a member of our adventuring party. Please let's all sit, enjoy some drink, and relax."
“Alright, alright then if you two are keeping an eye on him.” The farmer, ‘Narth’, puts down his fork slowly, his bushy eyebrows coming down a bit slower.
“Orcs have been raiding around here, and you can’t expect us to take kindly to goblin folk, seeing as all the damage they’ve done, can’t get goods out or money back for it! This whole damn town is going to hell in a handbasket, why even Sister Garaele can’t leave town and not come back wounded.” The old man lifts his tankard and drains it. “Damn fine woman that one, shame about her becoming a nun.” He mutters.
“’Shrine of Luck’ my arse.” He huffs.
The young man and halfling seem relieved by your intervention.
Gabriel takes a slow sip of his wine, enjoying the flavor, even if it's cheap wine by the standards of the nobility of Neverwinter. "So this sister Garaele she was injured by these orcs?"
"No no!" Narth hrumphs and waves at the innkeeper, looking for a refill.
"Ah, she has this shrine, she's a petite little elven thing, worships some Goddess of Luck as they do. At least I don't think it was the orcs. Those... hey you boys know what hurt Garaele?" Narth asks the other two.
"Tell me when they gets my beer..." Narth is snoring almost as soon as his head hits the table.
Kathrine smiles at the elf and then the seated man. "Town master huh?" She asks, giving a polite nod of respect to the seated man. "We just came from the road, and dealt with some goblins there that were ambushing supply wagons. We took care of the bad goblins and now have a clan of loyal goblins who are going to start a clan in the area." She glances around and then nods to where Cringer has taken a seat with a farmer, halfling, and another. "Cringer there is part of the loyal goblins. It might be of interest for you to work out some sort of trade arrangement with these new goblins, as setting up a peaceful goblin tribe can only aid you in the long run." She sighs as she waves to a chair. "Sorry for the long-winded greeting there." She says. "May i take a seat? My friends and I are likely to be around for a bit, but I should ask if you have anything you need doing, while we are here."
Cringer doesn't react when the weapons are pulled. He cocks his head a bit, wondering if these will use their weapons or not. When they do not he gives his companions, who supported him, a smile of thanks, sharp teeth showing. "Cringer good, loyal, goblin now." Cringer proudly tells the halfling as he takes a seat at the table. "Cringer friends take care orcs, no problem."
Kathrine smiles at the elf and then the seated man. "Town master huh?" She asks, giving a polite nod of respect to the seated man. ... "May i take a seat? My friends and I are likely to be around for a bit, but I should ask if you have anything you need doing, while we are here."
(The slender chivalrous man is a mixture of elven and human, Katherine sees upon further observation)
The TownMaster looks at her and the companions she has pointed out. He waves for her to take a seat with them next to the fire.
"Good timing for a group of adventurers to find work around here. I was going to be posting this on the door of Townhall tomorrow."
He leans forward with some difficulty due to his opulence, and hands the paper he's been reviewing to Katherine. It reads:
REWARD - Orcs near Wyvern Tor! Those of a mind to face the orc menace should inquire within (OOC not bothering with spoilers since you'll all be comparing information soon)
Daran Edermath clears his throat and says "Harbin, there's the other matter, which I feel is of more threat to the town -"
"Daran, I'm to be addressed as 'Mr. Wester' when acting on official business! We don't want these newcomers to be taking such familiarities." the portly man cuts off the half-elf. "And as to that other matter, you make too much of it, I'm sure."
Alarion asks "What sort of injuries does she typically return with?"
The young man and halfling relax and look to Cringer with bemusement, before turning back to Alarion.
"I'm mining all day, so I don't see much of Sister Garaele myself. She's a bit... standoff-ish, doesn't really mix with us workers y'know. I'm Lanar, by the by." the young man says, offering a large rough hand to shake.
"She goes off up the Triboar Trail for days at a time." pipes the halfling. "Comes back worse for wear but no obvious injuries that I've seen. You'd have to ask the Sister herself. Her home is just across the way, next to The Shrine of Luck, if you can catch her in town." He also introduces himself, "Qelline Alderleaf, pleased to meetcha."
Quelline glances over at Katherine and the two men by the fire talking to Katherine. He looks to Lanar, who nods.
"Here's the thing." the halfling says. "We all came here looking for a new plot of land, a new chance. Then the Redbrands showed up. I don't doubt they're the ones who threatened you and would have taken all you've got if not your lives. Lucky if they thought you too strong. Don't expect them to not come back sooner or later."
The halfling shakes his head. "This was an honest town until them. My son swears he saw something - but no - I've said enough!" the halfling rises. He tosses coins down to cover himself and the sleeping Narth and makes for the door.
"Oh, well S-sir, thank yeh" stutters the young man, tasting the wine as if it's his first time. Then he looks at you earnestly.
"There are a group of ruffians making our town into their private bullying grounds. Damn so-called-mayor is too scared of them to do anything." Lanar mutters with a quick glance at the portly figure by the fire.
Kathrine moves towards the one with the paper, and the individual glancing to the group. "Excuse me, but I noticed you keep looking at us, is something wrong?"
Cringer moves to the table with the farmer and the halfling....
"What problem." He asks with a toothy grin up at them. "Cringer with Pretty Lady, and Sildar..." He gestures to the group at the other table. "What is issue you are having problem with, group fix, no doubt."
Alarion trails after Cringer.
“Not at all Lady.” The slender man rises and bows gracefully. Katherine now sees slightly pointed ears beneath his salt and pepper hair.
“I am Daran Edermath, at your service.”
“This is Harbin Wester, Townmaster of Phandalin.”
The other man does not rise, but looks up from the paper with a polite smile. There are dark circles under his puffy eyes. “Good to meet you maam.”
The group starts at the sight of a goblin, some reaching for weapons. “Hold!” calls the younger man.
The farmer pauses with a fork raised as if ready to stab. He looks at Cringer fiercely. “I don’t know who let you in here, but if you have anything to do with those orcs on Triboar Trail, we’ll have your skin on the barn door by sunrise!”
“Narth, hold, I don’t think this is one of them.” Says the younger man again.
The halfling has pulled daggers out of his boots, watching Cringer warily, but seems more defensive than aggressive.
"Please, put your weapons away," Alarion says soothingly. "He means you no harm, he is with my friends and I. I am Alarion Amanodel, at your service. You mentioned orcs?"
Gabriel who had walked in with the group and got himself a heavenly glass of red wine, which he saviours like a man in the desert would saviour the smallest drop of water, will have followed Cringer.
Seeing the daggers pulled he mumbles a prayer of guidance.
"Easy good people, as a paladin of Torm, I swear to you this goblin means no harm to any of you. He is my personal friend, and a member of our adventuring party. Please let's all sit, enjoy some drink, and relax."
Persuasion check: 15
Guidance roll: 1
Casual sitting down Gabriel asks "so tell me about these orcs?"
“Alright, alright then if you two are keeping an eye on him.” The farmer, ‘Narth’, puts down his fork slowly, his bushy eyebrows coming down a bit slower.
“Orcs have been raiding around here, and you can’t expect us to take kindly to goblin folk, seeing as all the damage they’ve done, can’t get goods out or money back for it! This whole damn town is going to hell in a handbasket, why even Sister Garaele can’t leave town and not come back wounded.” The old man lifts his tankard and drains it. “Damn fine woman that one, shame about her becoming a nun.” He mutters.
“’Shrine of Luck’ my arse.” He huffs.
The young man and halfling seem relieved by your intervention.
Gabriel takes a slow sip of his wine, enjoying the flavor, even if it's cheap wine by the standards of the nobility of Neverwinter. "So this sister Garaele she was injured by these orcs?"
"No no!" Narth hrumphs and waves at the innkeeper, looking for a refill.
"Ah, she has this shrine, she's a petite little elven thing, worships some Goddess of Luck as they do. At least I don't think it was the orcs. Those... hey you boys know what hurt Garaele?" Narth asks the other two.
"Tell me when they gets my beer..." Narth is snoring almost as soon as his head hits the table.
Kathrine smiles at the elf and then the seated man. "Town master huh?" She asks, giving a polite nod of respect to the seated man. "We just came from the road, and dealt with some goblins there that were ambushing supply wagons. We took care of the bad goblins and now have a clan of loyal goblins who are going to start a clan in the area." She glances around and then nods to where Cringer has taken a seat with a farmer, halfling, and another. "Cringer there is part of the loyal goblins. It might be of interest for you to work out some sort of trade arrangement with these new goblins, as setting up a peaceful goblin tribe can only aid you in the long run." She sighs as she waves to a chair. "Sorry for the long-winded greeting there." She says. "May i take a seat? My friends and I are likely to be around for a bit, but I should ask if you have anything you need doing, while we are here."
Cringer doesn't react when the weapons are pulled. He cocks his head a bit, wondering if these will use their weapons or not. When they do not he gives his companions, who supported him, a smile of thanks, sharp teeth showing. "Cringer good, loyal, goblin now." Cringer proudly tells the halfling as he takes a seat at the table. "Cringer friends take care orcs, no problem."
Alarion asks "What sort of injuries does she typically return with?"
(The slender chivalrous man is a mixture of elven and human, Katherine sees upon further observation)
The TownMaster looks at her and the companions she has pointed out. He waves for her to take a seat with them next to the fire.
"Good timing for a group of adventurers to find work around here. I was going to be posting this on the door of Townhall tomorrow."
He leans forward with some difficulty due to his opulence, and hands the paper he's been reviewing to Katherine. It reads:
REWARD - Orcs near Wyvern Tor! Those of a mind to face the orc menace should inquire within (OOC not bothering with spoilers since you'll all be comparing information soon)
Daran Edermath clears his throat and says "Harbin, there's the other matter, which I feel is of more threat to the town -"
"Daran, I'm to be addressed as 'Mr. Wester' when acting on official business! We don't want these newcomers to be taking such familiarities." the portly man cuts off the half-elf. "And as to that other matter, you make too much of it, I'm sure."
The young man and halfling relax and look to Cringer with bemusement, before turning back to Alarion.
"I'm mining all day, so I don't see much of Sister Garaele myself. She's a bit... standoff-ish, doesn't really mix with us workers y'know. I'm Lanar, by the by." the young man says, offering a large rough hand to shake.
"She goes off up the Triboar Trail for days at a time." pipes the halfling. "Comes back worse for wear but no obvious injuries that I've seen. You'd have to ask the Sister herself. Her home is just across the way, next to The Shrine of Luck, if you can catch her in town." He also introduces himself, "Qelline Alderleaf, pleased to meetcha."
Gabriel digest what he heard while finishing his wine.
Gabriel will motion the serving woman for a second glass of wine and a round for the farmers.
"Interesting, we will have to talk with her. On another matter we saw some shadowy figures as we entered town, do you know who they might be?"
Quelline glances over at Katherine and the two men by the fire talking to Katherine. He looks to Lanar, who nods.
"Here's the thing." the halfling says. "We all came here looking for a new plot of land, a new chance. Then the Redbrands showed up. I don't doubt they're the ones who threatened you and would have taken all you've got if not your lives. Lucky if they thought you too strong. Don't expect them to not come back sooner or later."
The halfling shakes his head. "This was an honest town until them. My son swears he saw something - but no - I've said enough!" the halfling rises. He tosses coins down to cover himself and the sleeping Narth and makes for the door.
Lanar watches his halfling friend go and seems torn between making sure he gets home safely, and tasting this drink of 'wine' that he has heard of.
It is unlikely that bandits will attack locals who they know are going back to their homes, little to gain.
"Oh, well S-sir, thank yeh" stutters the young man, tasting the wine as if it's his first time. Then he looks at you earnestly.
"There are a group of ruffians making our town into their private bullying grounds. Damn so-called-mayor is too scared of them to do anything." Lanar mutters with a quick glance at the portly figure by the fire.