“Ohhhh” she relies, almost to loud. Fahana never was one to catch on to some subtleties very quick. “I see...” She then turns a bit so that others can hear her ”Well, I am new to fishing but, a job is a job.”

"Might being ye know someone who might be knowing where Torrga be heading when they be leaving town recently?" Brin asks as he walks over to the boats. "Might be we be doing some fishing while ye be seeing if ye can ask around about Torrga fer us?"

Waylin walks towards the Battered Ram, giving the small craft a once over. He lets loose a sharp whistle, "Not too shabby." He ran his hand through his beard, looking for any nets and such within the boat.  The boat swayed and rocked as he stepped in. He gave a soft knock against the side, a hollow thud echoing. 

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Waylin walks towards the Battered Ram, giving the small craft a once over. He lets loose a sharp whistle, "Not too shabby." He ran his hand through his beard, looking for any nets and such.  The boat swayed and rocked as he stepped in. He gave a soft knock against the side, a hollow thud echoing. 

  (OOC: do you usually keep nets and such in your beard?)

(OOC: depends on how scraggly it gets lol. No I meant aboard the boat, I should've phrased it better )

The four of you see the dwarf’s face contort in anger, obviously tired of being asked about the same topic. “Fish or don’t fish! Don’t be askin’’ me about no Torrga anymore! I don’t know where she be and I don’t care!” 

Gonly, based on your time spent in the Dale already, you know that you only have a couple of hours before twilight disappears and darkness fully sets. 

Fahana blows warm air into her cupped hands again and pulls her coat up close as she looks at the others and quietly says "I don't think this dwarf knows anything about Tor's Caravan or has no interest in telling us, regardless, daylight will be dwindling and we need to keep moving to see if anyone can give us a heads up of where the caravan might currently be.  I personally have no interest in fishing, especially for a dwarf that has no information."

"Indeed, he doesn't seem particularly forth coming with the information he does have either." Gonly responded equally quiet.

He added, "He switched stories-from not knowing Torrga to 'don't know where she be and don't care.' I think we should move on like Fahana said." 

Brin looks from the other dwoarf to his new companions, then back. "Listen here." he says sternly to the other dwarf. "Ye be wanting fishing done, then ye needing to be telling us someone around here who can be telling us more about where Torrga be going off to. If ye no can tell us that yerself, then ye doubtless be knowing someone around these parts who be knowing that sort of thing. If ye know want to be helping us out with that, then I be thinking ye no be getting any fishing done neither." Brin crosses his arms over his slender, for a dwarf, chest as he finishes.

Waylin began to chant softly under his breath, his back turned to the group.  As he chanted the effects of Thaumaturgy begins to pick up, causing the ground to shake underneath Brin and the dwarf, aiding in the appearance of Brin's rage.  Pebbles loosely shutter back and forth, occasionally bouncing into the air as the earth trembles under foot.  Once done chanting Waylin steps back onto the deck, turning his attention to the group, "Sir, I recommend you give us the answers we are seeking.  It is most unpleasant when my friend here becomes frustrated."  A bit of snow sprays as the wind whips softly, collecting ice crystals in his beard. 

Brin, roll an intimidation check (either with your charisma or strength modifier) with advantage thanks to Waylin’s thaumaturgy. Waylin you gain an inspiration point.

(Ooc: Sweet!)

(OOC: do you guys mind directing the OOC to the discord? Thanks)

Intimidation: 12

Brin glances down at the ice in his beard, and the ground under his foot, wondering what could have caused such, his own features looking more curious than stern at the moment.

The dwarf seems to have had it and starts to push past the four of you. However, he stops as another figure walks on the docks towards your group. “What lies have you told this group Berylbore!?” The figure, much like the dwarf, is wrapped in thick furs but stands as tall as a human or an elf. The figures pulls down their face mask and the feminine features of a soft-nosed half-elf woman are revealed. The dwarf yells, “Get out me way ye lunatic!” in response and pushes the half-elf aside, making her stumble back. The woman scowls at Berylbore before turning her gaze to the four of you. “I hope you didn’t agree to go fishing for him, did you?”

"Oh no, not a chance..." Fahana replies, she then laughs a bit "I've never even gone fishing before and... this is no place to start."  She then moves towards the half-elf crunching a bit in the snow "The names Fahana and we are searching for Torg's Caravan... you wouldn't happen to know where the caravan might be on this fine day, would you?"  she twirls her right hand in the air as she mentions 'fine day'.

Waylin smirks as the dwarf walks way. He gives the half elf a once over, shifting his weight slightly. His tail flicked slightly as he now squinted at the elf. He tried to piece together the dwarf's relation to the lass. 

The half-elf sighs in relief in regards to Fahana's answer. "I'm glad you didn't." She points at the Pronged Goat's missing chunk. "Whatever did that is still out there and preying on other fishermen. I've made it my duty to keep others away." She then shakes her head no. "Sorry, I've been too preoccupied with this whole lake monster so I honestly have no idea."

"Be just waisting our time then." Brin says with a huff. "Be ye knowing who in this town might be knowing where Torrga be gone to?" he asks the half-elf. "Anyone who be keeping their eyes open a bit more than ye or him?" he nods to the dwarf that is walking away at the last.

"Lake monster?!?" Fahana questions with a bit of surprise... her surprise turns into a bit of an angry frown as she looks towards the dwarf that was trying to convince them to go fishing knowing about this danger.  "I'm not exactly from the Bremen area, I haven't heard of this lake monster." she states as she turns back to the half-elf and tries to regain her composure.  "Do tell."

After listening a bit to the 'lake monster' tale, she continues to inquire about Torg's Caravan "I know you said you din't know where Torg's is at but would you happen to know of anyone who might know where they are?"