"Ah, indubitably! Here is your payment," Volo produces a pouch of gold and individually counts and slides each of you ten gold. "May Tymora grant you, and poor Floon, good fortune! I will be here, eagerly awaiting your swift return with my friend!"
"Much more rewarding than playing for drunk idiots," Vyrax talks to nobody in particular while looking at the coins in his hands, "and much easier than st-udying for a real job." Those whose hearing is sharp may notice he was going to say something else but managed to save himself. "But it will be much slower than either if we never depart. Follow me, I've been there before, I know the way." Vyrax opens the door out of the tavern and holds it open, waiting for everyone to leave.
(I think it's safe to assume he'd know the place, yes?)
Ianric scoops up his share of the coin, and doesn't chug but drinks down both his own mug and the mug that Cami had yet to touch in a few smooth gulps before letting out a titanic belch and grinning from ear to ear. "Then let us be off! If I've been there seems I went a bit overboard and don't remember it!"
Following Vyrax's lead, you all don your coats and head out into the frigid Waterdeep streets. Now that the sun has set, the temperature is dropping considerably, and the layer of clouds approaching the coast creep ever-closer; you hope you'll find Floon before the flurry begins in earnest. Thankfully, the Skewered Dragon is not far, Vyrax recalls - only about a fifteen minute walk from the Portal.
As you all turn a corner, you find yourselves on a street that has been cordoned off by the City Watch. Lying on the snowy cobblestones are a half-dozen corpses, seemingly the victims of a terrible skirmish. Seems Volo was right about the rising tide of violence in the streets. Watch officers have disarmed and arrested three blood-drenched humans and are in the midst of questioning witnesses. All three of the humans catch your eyes and glare at you. One of the officers sees you all taking in the scene. "Get on," She says. "Watch business. Nothing to see here."
Soon, you're in the Dock Ward. Tall, densely packed tenements leave most of the neighborhood in shadow at ground level. Most of the streetlamps have had their glass smashed and their candles stolen, and smells of salt air and excrement linger as you pass by rows of run-down buildings.
The Skewered Dragon is but a block away, but on the corner of Zastrow Street and Fillet Lane is a shop with a peculiar window display. It has a deep purple facade, and in its window hangs a stuffed beholder. Above the door hangs a sign whose elaborate purple letters spell out "Old Xoblob Shop."
"I know these streets make you all - those who can't see well in the dark especially - want to check whether your pouch that holds your money is still there, but don't. That's how they learn where it is and whether it'll be easy or not to steal it. Anyway, the Skewered Dragon ia right over there." He points at the direction of it as he passes by the shop. "But I find it odd that a person such as Volo and his company would sit in a place such as this. Don't you think?"
Being the human of the group, Cami is very quick to assume Vyrax was referring to her, so she's quick to respond. "Pocket has their eyes open for anything suspicious, at all times. Thanks to that, I don't need to do anything of the sort, and neither do our companions." The owl, still standing on her shoulder, hoots. "You mean how it's so out of the way? Mysterious indeed... Perhaps they just enjoy visiting different places on different days, but I like to think there's something more behind it." Cami seems the perkiest she's been all night while she's saying that. Meanwhile, her mind already seems busy putting time into creating different possibilities.
"I would not be surprised if he and his friend came here hoping for something to happen. If he is anything like Volo, then so long as they live I bet they would be happy to go through quite a bit just for a good story." Ianric says, keeping his wits about him regardless, just about ready to squash any would be pick pocket. Though he had been to seedier places, the goal was different and the atmosphere was a bit as well given he was already on a job rather than post job.
Indicating the stuffed beholder Kassar ponders, "Perhaps some connection the the Xanathar Guild. The symbolism is conspicuous. Is the shop under their protection? Or a possible deeper connection..." He trails off continuing to follow the group.
"The place is kind of nice, honestly. Used to live here. Dangerous at times, but you get to know people. You watch out for each other and stuff." Topaz muses as he travels with them. The strange shop catches his eye, and he looks toward the others with a shrug. "I'd imagine it'd be too conspicuous if it were a mark of the guild - I'd rather have a mark or their guild symbol hidden. Thieves' cant and all that. I don't thief for a living, but I got to know people who did."
At the moment Topaz mentions thieves, Cami gives a glance at Vyrax. It's not a judging look, by any means, and it almost seems involuntary with how her expression never changes until she's looking back at their path again. "Yes, I'd be able to spot the Xanathar's Guild symbol from a distance, as I did before, with my companion's help. It was tattoed on the bodies of the men who fought Yagra. I see nothing of the sort here..."
You all press on to the Skewered Dragon. The tavern looks like a ruin. Both of its front-facing windows are smashed and a ship's anchor is lodged in the roof. Through the window, you can see a group of haggard patrons drinking from huge tankards. The smells of beer and feet assail your nose as you walk through the door, but at least it's warmer in here than outside. The clientele all look at you through narrowed eyes, sizing you up, then going back to their business.
The barkeep, a gruff-looking human woman with an eyepatch and a crew cut, catches your eyes. "Welcome to the Skewered Dragon. Can I help you?" She asks with a hint of caution.
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"Hello there." Vyrax comes forward in a friendly matter. "Actually, it is very likely that you could. We are looking for a friend of ours - Floon his name - and were told he was seen here last. He should be a Human, taller than her," indicating at Cami, "clean shaven, fair skin and a long blond hair. Not the quiet type, so you we hope you might have noticed him when he was here. Did you happen to see what happened to him? Perhaps you remember if he left the place with someone - or alone - the last time he was here? I'm sorry to load so many questions on you out of the blue, but he really is a dear friend and we're worried about him." Vyrax tries to really look and sound as if he personally cared for the man.
Performance, if needed (Deception is the same, if you prefer that.): 18
Topaz steps up next to Vyrax. "That's what we'd like to know, yes." He places down a gold coin with a smile, sliding it toward the barkeep. "Though it's important to offer something in return; nothing's free, y'know."
Ianric keeps an eye on any other patrons who may be eying them up. Though he wasn't horrible at talking to people, in a situation like this where he did not want to start a fight just yet, perhaps silence would be the better option unless he was addressed or had something vital to add.
The barkeep looks each of you up and down, taking a little extra time with Ianric. Then she looks to Vyrax and Topaz and says, "The fellow sounds familiar, but... your friend is right; it's important to offer something in return."
Topaz grins and spins the gold coin around on the bar top, taking out another to bounce the two against each other absentmindedly. "I got a something for you. Would these do, ma'am?"
Ianric withdraws a gold coin from his own pouch, loath as he was to part with gold the future payday seemed worth it. With his customary massive grin on his face he says "Nothing is free am I right friend?"
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"Ah, indubitably! Here is your payment," Volo produces a pouch of gold and individually counts and slides each of you ten gold. "May Tymora grant you, and poor Floon, good fortune! I will be here, eagerly awaiting your swift return with my friend!"
Topaz's eyes gleam, coin's always a good thing to have more of.
"You got it! We'll be back reaaaaallly soon."
Finishing off his drink and meal, he strolls out the door, peeking back in to wave the others along. He leads them to the Skewered Dragon!
"Much more rewarding than playing for drunk idiots," Vyrax talks to nobody in particular while looking at the coins in his hands, "and much easier than st-udying for a real job." Those whose hearing is sharp may notice he was going to say something else but managed to save himself. "But it will be much slower than either if we never depart. Follow me, I've been there before, I know the way." Vyrax opens the door out of the tavern and holds it open, waiting for everyone to leave.
(I think it's safe to assume he'd know the place, yes?)
Varielky
Ianric scoops up his share of the coin, and doesn't chug but drinks down both his own mug and the mug that Cami had yet to touch in a few smooth gulps before letting out a titanic belch and grinning from ear to ear. "Then let us be off! If I've been there seems I went a bit overboard and don't remember it!"
Following Vyrax's lead, you all don your coats and head out into the frigid Waterdeep streets. Now that the sun has set, the temperature is dropping considerably, and the layer of clouds approaching the coast creep ever-closer; you hope you'll find Floon before the flurry begins in earnest. Thankfully, the Skewered Dragon is not far, Vyrax recalls - only about a fifteen minute walk from the Portal.
As you all turn a corner, you find yourselves on a street that has been cordoned off by the City Watch. Lying on the snowy cobblestones are a half-dozen corpses, seemingly the victims of a terrible skirmish. Seems Volo was right about the rising tide of violence in the streets. Watch officers have disarmed and arrested three blood-drenched humans and are in the midst of questioning witnesses. All three of the humans catch your eyes and glare at you. One of the officers sees you all taking in the scene. "Get on," She says. "Watch business. Nothing to see here."
Soon, you're in the Dock Ward. Tall, densely packed tenements leave most of the neighborhood in shadow at ground level. Most of the streetlamps have had their glass smashed and their candles stolen, and smells of salt air and excrement linger as you pass by rows of run-down buildings.
The Skewered Dragon is but a block away, but on the corner of Zastrow Street and Fillet Lane is a shop with a peculiar window display. It has a deep purple facade, and in its window hangs a stuffed beholder. Above the door hangs a sign whose elaborate purple letters spell out "Old Xoblob Shop."
"I know these streets make you all - those who can't see well in the dark especially - want to check whether your pouch that holds your money is still there, but don't. That's how they learn where it is and whether it'll be easy or not to steal it. Anyway, the Skewered Dragon ia right over there." He points at the direction of it as he passes by the shop. "But I find it odd that a person such as Volo and his company would sit in a place such as this. Don't you think?"
Varielky
Being the human of the group, Cami is very quick to assume Vyrax was referring to her, so she's quick to respond. "Pocket has their eyes open for anything suspicious, at all times. Thanks to that, I don't need to do anything of the sort, and neither do our companions." The owl, still standing on her shoulder, hoots. "You mean how it's so out of the way? Mysterious indeed... Perhaps they just enjoy visiting different places on different days, but I like to think there's something more behind it." Cami seems the perkiest she's been all night while she's saying that. Meanwhile, her mind already seems busy putting time into creating different possibilities.
(She/Her)
Velmine - Tiefling, Rogue (9), Swashbuckler - Dead in Thay
Riris Swiftwhistle - Halfling, Bard (4), College of Swords - Lost Mines of Phandelver
Rellahne Vanderboren - Half-Elf, Wizard (4), School of Abjuration - The Shackled City
Ann Hidrizo - Human, Fighter (2) - Amphail Adventures
Sha - Firbolg, Cleric (3), Twilight Domain - Hunt for the Wish Dragon
"I would not be surprised if he and his friend came here hoping for something to happen. If he is anything like Volo, then so long as they live I bet they would be happy to go through quite a bit just for a good story." Ianric says, keeping his wits about him regardless, just about ready to squash any would be pick pocket. Though he had been to seedier places, the goal was different and the atmosphere was a bit as well given he was already on a job rather than post job.
Indicating the stuffed beholder Kassar ponders, "Perhaps some connection the the Xanathar Guild. The symbolism is conspicuous. Is the shop under their protection? Or a possible deeper connection..." He trails off continuing to follow the group.
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"The place is kind of nice, honestly. Used to live here. Dangerous at times, but you get to know people. You watch out for each other and stuff." Topaz muses as he travels with them. The strange shop catches his eye, and he looks toward the others with a shrug. "I'd imagine it'd be too conspicuous if it were a mark of the guild - I'd rather have a mark or their guild symbol hidden. Thieves' cant and all that. I don't thief for a living, but I got to know people who did."
At the moment Topaz mentions thieves, Cami gives a glance at Vyrax. It's not a judging look, by any means, and it almost seems involuntary with how her expression never changes until she's looking back at their path again. "Yes, I'd be able to spot the Xanathar's Guild symbol from a distance, as I did before, with my companion's help. It was tattoed on the bodies of the men who fought Yagra. I see nothing of the sort here..."
(She/Her)
Velmine - Tiefling, Rogue (9), Swashbuckler - Dead in Thay
Riris Swiftwhistle - Halfling, Bard (4), College of Swords - Lost Mines of Phandelver
Rellahne Vanderboren - Half-Elf, Wizard (4), School of Abjuration - The Shackled City
Ann Hidrizo - Human, Fighter (2) - Amphail Adventures
Sha - Firbolg, Cleric (3), Twilight Domain - Hunt for the Wish Dragon
You all press on to the Skewered Dragon. The tavern looks like a ruin. Both of its front-facing windows are smashed and a ship's anchor is lodged in the roof. Through the window, you can see a group of haggard patrons drinking from huge tankards. The smells of beer and feet assail your nose as you walk through the door, but at least it's warmer in here than outside. The clientele all look at you through narrowed eyes, sizing you up, then going back to their business.
The barkeep, a gruff-looking human woman with an eyepatch and a crew cut, catches your eyes. "Welcome to the Skewered Dragon. Can I help you?" She asks with a hint of caution.
"Hello there." Vyrax comes forward in a friendly matter. "Actually, it is very likely that you could. We are looking for a friend of ours - Floon his name - and were told he was seen here last. He should be a Human, taller than her," indicating at Cami, "clean shaven, fair skin and a long blond hair. Not the quiet type, so you we hope you might have noticed him when he was here. Did you happen to see what happened to him? Perhaps you remember if he left the place with someone - or alone - the last time he was here? I'm sorry to load so many questions on you out of the blue, but he really is a dear friend and we're worried about him." Vyrax tries to really look and sound as if he personally cared for the man.
Performance, if needed (Deception is the same, if you prefer that.): 18
Varielky
Topaz steps up next to Vyrax. "That's what we'd like to know, yes." He places down a gold coin with a smile, sliding it toward the barkeep. "Though it's important to offer something in return; nothing's free, y'know."
Ianric keeps an eye on any other patrons who may be eying them up. Though he wasn't horrible at talking to people, in a situation like this where he did not want to start a fight just yet, perhaps silence would be the better option unless he was addressed or had something vital to add.
(Sorry guys, working on a pretty big school assignment at the moment. Gotta love the end of the semester. I'll post an update when I get the chance!)
(Thanks for the heads up, take your time amigo. Could have sworn I put this up when I saw it but apparently I'm a dumb butt.)
The barkeep looks each of you up and down, taking a little extra time with Ianric. Then she looks to Vyrax and Topaz and says, "The fellow sounds familiar, but... your friend is right; it's important to offer something in return."
Topaz grins and spins the gold coin around on the bar top, taking out another to bounce the two against each other absentmindedly. "I got a something for you. Would these do, ma'am?"
Ianric withdraws a gold coin from his own pouch, loath as he was to part with gold the future payday seemed worth it. With his customary massive grin on his face he says "Nothing is free am I right friend?"