The guard gives you a quizzical look, before she speaks in a rough accent you can't place. "If you're so curious I would suggest you go ask him yourself." He nods to where he sits in the shade.
Mork ducks under the bar before emerging with a makeshift bowl of crisps. A young boy, possibly eighteen, comes out with a platter of sliced meats and places it before you.
Mork pours himself a drink of water and says, "Ah, I've been here thirteen years. Was mixed in with some shady stuff before the previous barkeeper took me in and taught me how to make a good living, without stealing and threating, you know? I took over once he retired, and now I'm one of the most well known faces in the city. Not bad for a half-orc, huh?"
He takes a long gulp of his water, streams running from his tusks. "Anyway, nice to meet you, Hedrak."
"Yep, I have to admit it - not bad at all" - Hedrak nodded - "So now 'Rum Always Runs' is yours then - congratulations on that" - he adds, lifting his mug - "I am planning on sticking around town for a while myself - would you happen to know where is a good place to look for work?"
"Pelter, eh? Must have some skill to catch something as clever as a river otter. Say, you want to make some extra coin? I got a job that could feed a family of ten for a year, but I need help."
Having never done this before, Halidor is taking very loudly and nervously
"Hmm Aila of the Shadow Grove, that's the second time I've heard that name." I ponder for a moment. " She also offered me a job that begins in two days time at the 12th toll of the bell." Perhaps this is lady luck showing me the way I think. "Very well Mr. Bristletoes you have yourself a second for this venture".
"Well, you seem like you can handle yourself. If you're looking for good coin, I'd talk with these two over here." He gestures to the halfling and gnome.
Arlen bows his head respectfully. “Ah you are an important man indeed then, well it was a pleasure to make your acquaintance, if you are not busy, would you like to join me for a drink at that rum always runs place?”.
“Of course. Good day.” Dharrus tips his hat and moves on, keeping what he’s seen so far stored away. He’s not in a position to call attention to himself and he’s not being paid to investigate what went on in the Smokehouse anyway. He decides to find the tavern he heard about, the Rum Always Runs.
You come to the tavern and arrive just as a figure dressed all in black and a wealthy looking gentleman prepare to enter.
ARLEN -
You and Mare come up to the tavern and see a tiefling in a trench coat about to enter as well.
DHARRUS AND ARLEN -
A group of companions exit the tavern, chattering about the presence or lacking of luck in a recent game of dice as one of them stuffs a handful of silver in their pocket with a smile on their face.
"I will do just that when I get a chance - thanks" - Hedrak raises his mug to the half-orc again - "I don't think I got your name?"
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Once Mork gets pulled away for another task, Hedrak finishes his meal and drink, then moves over closer to the halfling and gnome - he waits for a lull in the conversation to pipe in - "Well met to both - I have been told you are the ones to talk to, if one is looking for employment?"
"I will do just that when I get a chance - thanks" - Hedrak raises his mug to the half-orc again - "I don't think I got your name?"
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Once Mork gets pulled away for another task, Hedrak finishes his meal and drink, then moves over closer to the halfling and gnome - he waits for a lull in the conversation to pipe in - "Well met to both - I have been told you are the ones to talk to, if one is looking for employment?"
" Likewise stranger. My name is Zook Dustlegs and this is Mr. Bristletoes" I gesture towards the halfling next to me. "An odd coincidence seems to be transpiring at the moment concerning employment". Looking up from my drink "you wouldn't happen to know an Aila of the Shadow Grove?"
As you enter the tavern seems to be dyeing down in customers. There is a halfling, gnome, and half-orc chatting and it is one of the larger groups now.
Mare Strassor walks in in stride and heads to the barkeeper, another half-orc, and begins conversation.
There's an older halfling woman clearing up some of the half-empty tankards around the table, and a teenage boy coming from the back and refilling a pitcher of water at the bar. The half-orc barkeeper seems to be a master of multitasking as he converses with the flamboyant human and starts filling and handing him a drink as he also puts out a platter of snacks, all while draining his own container of water.
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DHARRUS -
(Role a Deception Check)
Deception: 14
(Lol, wow that’s rough)
DHARRUS -
The guard gives you a quizzical look, before she speaks in a rough accent you can't place. "If you're so curious I would suggest you go ask him yourself." He nods to where he sits in the shade.
"Yep, I have to admit it - not bad at all" - Hedrak nodded - "So now 'Rum Always Runs' is yours then - congratulations on that" - he adds, lifting his mug - "I am planning on sticking around town for a while myself - would you happen to know where is a good place to look for work?"
"Hmm Aila of the Shadow Grove, that's the second time I've heard that name." I ponder for a moment. " She also offered me a job that begins in two days time at the 12th toll of the bell." Perhaps this is lady luck showing me the way I think. "Very well Mr. Bristletoes you have yourself a second for this venture".
Nodding to Mork and the odd fellow he is speaking to "thank you kindly Mork" I take a sip of water before turning back to Mr. Bristletoes.
HEDRAK -
"Well, you seem like you can handle yourself. If you're looking for good coin, I'd talk with these two over here." He gestures to the halfling and gnome.
Arlen bows his head respectfully. “Ah you are an important man indeed then, well it was a pleasure to make your acquaintance, if you are not busy, would you like to join me for a drink at that rum always runs place?”.
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ARLEN -
"I would be delighted," Mare says. He grabs the shoes he was eyeing and pays the firbolg two platinum pieces.
“Of course. Good day.” Dharrus tips his hat and moves on, keeping what he’s seen so far stored away. He’s not in a position to call attention to himself and he’s not being paid to investigate what went on in the Smokehouse anyway. He decides to find the tavern he heard about, the Rum Always Runs.
DHARRUS -
The guard watches you as you leave.
You come to the tavern and arrive just as a figure dressed all in black and a wealthy looking gentleman prepare to enter.
ARLEN -
You and Mare come up to the tavern and see a tiefling in a trench coat about to enter as well.
DHARRUS AND ARLEN -
A group of companions exit the tavern, chattering about the presence or lacking of luck in a recent game of dice as one of them stuffs a handful of silver in their pocket with a smile on their face.
Arlen nods in greeting to the tiefling before entering the tavern, heading to the bar.
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Dharrus nods back and follows him in, blinking in the change of lighting as he looks around.
Hedrak
"I will do just that when I get a chance - thanks" - Hedrak raises his mug to the half-orc again - "I don't think I got your name?"
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Once Mork gets pulled away for another task, Hedrak finishes his meal and drink, then moves over closer to the halfling and gnome - he waits for a lull in the conversation to pipe in - "Well met to both - I have been told you are the ones to talk to, if one is looking for employment?"
" Likewise stranger. My name is Zook Dustlegs and this is Mr. Bristletoes" I gesture towards the halfling next to me. "An odd coincidence seems to be transpiring at the moment concerning employment". Looking up from my drink "you wouldn't happen to know an Aila of the Shadow Grove?"
Hedrak
"I cannot say that I do, no" - the half-orc ponders the question for a few seconds - "Is this someone you search?" - he adds - "I am Hedrak"
DHARRUS AND ARLEN -
As you enter the tavern seems to be dyeing down in customers. There is a halfling, gnome, and half-orc chatting and it is one of the larger groups now.
Mare Strassor walks in in stride and heads to the barkeeper, another half-orc, and begins conversation.
Dharrus looks around.
(is there an available barkeep or serving staff to order drinks or food?)
Halidor scans the room noticing the new comers "What about them?" He asks his companions at the bar
DHARRUS -
There's an older halfling woman clearing up some of the half-empty tankards around the table, and a teenage boy coming from the back and refilling a pitcher of water at the bar. The half-orc barkeeper seems to be a master of multitasking as he converses with the flamboyant human and starts filling and handing him a drink as he also puts out a platter of snacks, all while draining his own container of water.