Case keeps an eye on the elves, trying to assess their accent, clothing, or other tells to indicate where they may be from. Otherwise he walks to the front, "I do not require a room, I will just sit in a chair here. I suggest I pay half the normal room fee to sit there for the evening." He then makes his way to a chair in a corner that has a good view of everything and sits down. He puts his pack on the ground with a heavy thud. The wet bag immediately starts pooling water beneath it. He pulls it open and begins extracting a few rags, some oil. and a small set of fine tools. Keeping his eyes and ears alert, he goes about drying, cleaning, and oiling himself.
The elves seem mostly uninterested in you, though the one at the counter is still watching you curiously. Their clothes are definitely not in the Karrnathi style, and they are eating the food cautiously, clearly unused to it. Definitely not Karrns. You also see a sword at the side of one of the elves at the table, whose back is turned to you so you can't see their face, the only major defining feature of them their wooden right arm. Plus you spot that a second elf at the table, a tall woman with a sickle at her side, has an elaborate tattoo across her face, a leafy green skull. The tattoo isn't in the style of anything you've seen in Karrnath or even from people from the other Five Nations.
Drego catches Robin's attention and flicks his eyes, indicating the group of Elves in the corner. As Case moves to take up a spot with a good view of the room, Drego follows, planting Stitch on a stool near the Warforged. 'Stitch, you should help Case get cleaned up ok? The water can be tricky for him to find, and we need to get as much of it as possible off his joints.' Looking up, he makes eye contact with Case, hoping the strange metallic creature takes the hint that he wants to keep the goblin busy while they assess the situation.
"...so, barkeep, what's up with the elves?" Pieste Mor asks, standing on one corner of the bar and nodding their head in the direction of the strangers. "sure we look unusual but them? come now, surely you've learned something of them?" The dragon knows the barkeeps always know more than everyone else, for they are eager and interested listeners. It keeps their customers talking, which keeps them thirsty... And information is always good for business in a hundred and one ways.
The dragon makes no shakes to hide their conversation any more than the barkeep seems to want. The elves themselves are likely his next stop anyway...
The elf at the counter accepts a bowl of soup from the innkeep and moves back to the table with a murmured thanks. The quartet strike up a quiet conversation in Elvish while you all go about your various things.
The barkeep gives PM a friendly smile. "They came in this afternoon. Pretty sure they're Aereni, but we get a few of those every now and then through here. They're friendly enough, and quite interested in the workings of our town. A nice change from most Aereni, who act like they can hardly restrain themselves from going on destructive sprees against our skeletons."
Case glances at Drego, then at Stitch, then back to Drego. He seems to squint a bit at Drego's face. ( 13 Insight Check). He glances back at Stitch. "Stitch, I believe Drego would like you to come stand by me for a moment to help." If/When Stitch approaches him, Case attempts to grab the back of his collar and hold onto him. Grapple Check: 5. Having likely missed a grab at his target, he makes a "scrunchy face" at the youth and points two fingers at his eyes, then swings them to point at Stitch, then back and forth a couple times. His eyes narrowed, he watches Stitch closely.
Robin glances to the indicated elfs, but shrugs, they seem to be minding their own business as far as she can tell. She moves over near the fire, enjoying the warmth as she removes the sodden cloak and lays it over the back of a chair.
Drego moves to the bar and stands with PM as the dragon begins to chat up the barkeep, keeping one eye on the cluster of elves who look out of place but not an immediate threat.
The ranger reaches into a pouch and pulls out a handful of silver, placing a few on the bar to catch the barkeeps attention and to make arrangements for a room and meal for the night.
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Pieste Mor flutters from the bar to a spot about head height, about two feet away from the elves table. "uh-hmm!" the dragon 'says' by way of clearing their throat and allow a twin pair of smoke rings escape their nostrils.
"...pardon the intrusion, sir elves, but much like ourselves, you do not appear to be locals here," Pieste Mor says in Elvish. "...we ourselves are headed to Atur... if you come from that direction at all I would be quite curious to hear news of the road ahead... or if you are headed that way in the morning I would offer our own companionship on the road... numbers are always a good thing, as are interesting companions..."
Performance: 17
Not that Pieste is putting on a show, per se, but they are doing their best to show all proper respects and customs and such that they know of Elves and their idiosyncrasies.
The elves pause their conversation and turn to murmur greetings and give PM friendly smiles. Up close, the dragon can see the specifics of their features. Other than the man who was retrieving another bowl of food from the counter, there are three more elves, two woman and one man. One of the women has an elaborate green tattoo in the shape of a leafy skull, and gives PM no more than an inclined head in greeting. The other one is reading a book and has the Elvish glyph for sight tattooed on her forehead. The man's face is dessicated to appear almost skull-like, and his right arm is made of wood. He is the most enthusiastic with his greeting, giving you a smile and sitting forward to speak. "I am Azael," he introduces himself. "I am afraid we have not come from Atur, nor are we heading that way. We're simply taking in the sights of the Karrnathi countryside--it's very different here from home. What business sends you to Atur, if you don't mind my asking?"
"...business?" Pieste Mor repeats, in a friendly tone. "...I try to avoid business whenever possible.
"...mostly I find that my fiend and volunteer mount," the dragon says, bending his neck such as to indicate Jax, "...is heading that way, so I too do so unless I want to waste my energy flying everywhere myself when I can instead ride in comfort... my companions and I were waylaid but some, shall we say misguided dead? they certainly were not the dedicated and obedient dead you see around here... we defended ourselves, of course, and investigated as well... the metal one was no help at all, just between you and me... and so it is we head to Atur, though I believe it is just a way station before our real destination... truth be told, I don't always bother with details..."
Pieste Mor does what they can to read the elves as he talks about the dead, and specifically the unruly dead, looking for any piqued interest or reactions. It would be a great coincidence if these elves were somehow involved in these occurrences but then again it was not well known that Karmathi countryside was a huge tourist draw...
"...alas, I babble on too much... tis a shame our paths and interests do not intersect, for I suspect you all would have been very interesting companions even if for but a short time... but as that is not the case this eve then I should be bidding you all a good night..." ((And assuming nothing holds them there, Pieste Mor will bow and depart... though if something does they'll linger longer if needed...))
PM: You notice the elf with the forehead glyph look up from her book at the mention of unruly dead, but that seems to be just about it, and it could have just been idle curiosity.
Jax: Currently the entire conversation is in Elvish, but I'll let you know if you hear or see anything once PM is gone.
Azael nods, tilting his head. "Speaking of misguided dead..." he says before PM can leave. "We've heard that a mummy energized by the power of Mabar rules this town. Do you know if that could be true? Is that kind of thing...common here?" He frowns, looking unsettled by the prospect.
"...did you say mummy?" the dragon asks, putting on their quizzical face as they try to remember all that came before. It sounded similar but not quite what they ran into... But Pieste Mor knew they weren't always the wisest speaker...
"... heya Robin?!? Drego?!? come meet some elves!!"
Stitch does his best to clean up the tin man. Though he easily dips underneath his attempt to grab his collar. Once done with helping Case he clambers onto his shoulders having taken quite the shine to him. Listening carefully to the conversation with the elves.
Robin leaves the warmth of the fire nad steps over to see what is going on witht he conversation with the elf. "Good evening." She greets them, giving a nod of respect. "I am Robin. how fare you this day?"
Stitch: You hear everything being said to the elves with your 19. I don't know if you speak Elvish though. You also see several shinies among the silverware at both your group and the elves' tables, and the glasses behind the bar are reflecting the light in a very sparkly fashion. Oh, and the elf from the bar's (he's back at the table now) gloves are very shiny, they look like they've been woven from some kind of silvery thread.
(Not sure if Robin said that in Elvish or Common. The elves will reply in whatever language she used)
Azael gives Robin a smile. "My name is Azael," he introduces himself briefly. "Quite well, thank you. I was just asking your companion if there could be any truth to the rumors we had heard of a mummy ruling this village, and if that kind of thing was common here."
(OOC: Anyone trying to figure out this mummy thing who is a part of/listening to the conversation can roll me a Religion)
Shooting a quick look in Case's direction, Drego drifts over towards the elves satisfied that Stitch is staying out of trouble for the moment. As he approaches he greets the elves in their own language and then falls silent as they ask about a mummy. He shoots a quizzical glance at Robin and PM to see if either of them has a better grasp on what they might be alluding to
Case keeps an eye on the elves, trying to assess their accent, clothing, or other tells to indicate where they may be from. Otherwise he walks to the front, "I do not require a room, I will just sit in a chair here. I suggest I pay half the normal room fee to sit there for the evening." He then makes his way to a chair in a corner that has a good view of everything and sits down. He puts his pack on the ground with a heavy thud. The wet bag immediately starts pooling water beneath it. He pulls it open and begins extracting a few rags, some oil. and a small set of fine tools. Keeping his eyes and ears alert, he goes about drying, cleaning, and oiling himself.
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
Drego:
Stella Diamant, Human Rogue 17 (Swashbuckler), The Exploits of Misfit Company
Kat, Medtech, Cyberpunk: Red
Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
Dani, Human Artificer 9 (Armorer), Skulls and Starships
DM, Project Point (Teams Scimitar and Longsword)
Everything Else!
Drego catches Robin's attention and flicks his eyes, indicating the group of Elves in the corner. As Case moves to take up a spot with a good view of the room, Drego follows, planting Stitch on a stool near the Warforged. 'Stitch, you should help Case get cleaned up ok? The water can be tricky for him to find, and we need to get as much of it as possible off his joints.' Looking up, he makes eye contact with Case, hoping the strange metallic creature takes the hint that he wants to keep the goblin busy while they assess the situation.
"...so, barkeep, what's up with the elves?" Pieste Mor asks, standing on one corner of the bar and nodding their head in the direction of the strangers. "sure we look unusual but them? come now, surely you've learned something of them?" The dragon knows the barkeeps always know more than everyone else, for they are eager and interested listeners. It keeps their customers talking, which keeps them thirsty... And information is always good for business in a hundred and one ways.
The dragon makes no shakes to hide their conversation any more than the barkeep seems to want. The elves themselves are likely his next stop anyway...
The elf at the counter accepts a bowl of soup from the innkeep and moves back to the table with a murmured thanks. The quartet strike up a quiet conversation in Elvish while you all go about your various things.
The barkeep gives PM a friendly smile. "They came in this afternoon. Pretty sure they're Aereni, but we get a few of those every now and then through here. They're friendly enough, and quite interested in the workings of our town. A nice change from most Aereni, who act like they can hardly restrain themselves from going on destructive sprees against our skeletons."
Stella Diamant, Human Rogue 17 (Swashbuckler), The Exploits of Misfit Company
Kat, Medtech, Cyberpunk: Red
Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
Dani, Human Artificer 9 (Armorer), Skulls and Starships
DM, Project Point (Teams Scimitar and Longsword)
Everything Else!
Case glances at Drego, then at Stitch, then back to Drego. He seems to squint a bit at Drego's face. ( 13 Insight Check). He glances back at Stitch. "Stitch, I believe Drego would like you to come stand by me for a moment to help." If/When Stitch approaches him, Case attempts to grab the back of his collar and hold onto him. Grapple Check: 5. Having likely missed a grab at his target, he makes a "scrunchy face" at the youth and points two fingers at his eyes, then swings them to point at Stitch, then back and forth a couple times. His eyes narrowed, he watches Stitch closely.
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
Robin glances to the indicated elfs, but shrugs, they seem to be minding their own business as far as she can tell. She moves over near the fire, enjoying the warmth as she removes the sodden cloak and lays it over the back of a chair.
Drego moves to the bar and stands with PM as the dragon begins to chat up the barkeep, keeping one eye on the cluster of elves who look out of place but not an immediate threat.
The ranger reaches into a pouch and pulls out a handful of silver, placing a few on the bar to catch the barkeeps attention and to make arrangements for a room and meal for the night.
Pieste Mor flutters from the bar to a spot about head height, about two feet away from the elves table. "uh-hmm!" the dragon 'says' by way of clearing their throat and allow a twin pair of smoke rings escape their nostrils.
"...pardon the intrusion, sir elves, but much like ourselves, you do not appear to be locals here," Pieste Mor says in Elvish. "...we ourselves are headed to Atur... if you come from that direction at all I would be quite curious to hear news of the road ahead... or if you are headed that way in the morning I would offer our own companionship on the road... numbers are always a good thing, as are interesting companions..."
Performance: 17
Not that Pieste is putting on a show, per se, but they are doing their best to show all proper respects and customs and such that they know of Elves and their idiosyncrasies.
The elves pause their conversation and turn to murmur greetings and give PM friendly smiles. Up close, the dragon can see the specifics of their features. Other than the man who was retrieving another bowl of food from the counter, there are three more elves, two woman and one man. One of the women has an elaborate green tattoo in the shape of a leafy skull, and gives PM no more than an inclined head in greeting. The other one is reading a book and has the Elvish glyph for sight tattooed on her forehead. The man's face is dessicated to appear almost skull-like, and his right arm is made of wood. He is the most enthusiastic with his greeting, giving you a smile and sitting forward to speak. "I am Azael," he introduces himself. "I am afraid we have not come from Atur, nor are we heading that way. We're simply taking in the sights of the Karrnathi countryside--it's very different here from home. What business sends you to Atur, if you don't mind my asking?"
Stella Diamant, Human Rogue 17 (Swashbuckler), The Exploits of Misfit Company
Kat, Medtech, Cyberpunk: Red
Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
Dani, Human Artificer 9 (Armorer), Skulls and Starships
DM, Project Point (Teams Scimitar and Longsword)
Everything Else!
"...business?" Pieste Mor repeats, in a friendly tone. "...I try to avoid business whenever possible.
"...mostly I find that my fiend and volunteer mount," the dragon says, bending his neck such as to indicate Jax, "...is heading that way, so I too do so unless I want to waste my energy flying everywhere myself when I can instead ride in comfort... my companions and I were waylaid but some, shall we say misguided dead? they certainly were not the dedicated and obedient dead you see around here... we defended ourselves, of course, and investigated as well... the metal one was no help at all, just between you and me... and so it is we head to Atur, though I believe it is just a way station before our real destination... truth be told, I don't always bother with details..."
Pieste Mor does what they can to read the elves as he talks about the dead, and specifically the unruly dead, looking for any piqued interest or reactions. It would be a great coincidence if these elves were somehow involved in these occurrences but then again it was not well known that Karmathi countryside was a huge tourist draw...
"...alas, I babble on too much... tis a shame our paths and interests do not intersect, for I suspect you all would have been very interesting companions even if for but a short time... but as that is not the case this eve then I should be bidding you all a good night..." ((And assuming nothing holds them there, Pieste Mor will bow and depart... though if something does they'll linger longer if needed...))
insight: 8
…
Jax is not acting like he's listening, but he is in fact listening to PM's discussion with the elves. Specifically for anything he hears in elvish.
Perception: 10
Deception: 12
PM: You notice the elf with the forehead glyph look up from her book at the mention of unruly dead, but that seems to be just about it, and it could have just been idle curiosity.
Jax: Currently the entire conversation is in Elvish, but I'll let you know if you hear or see anything once PM is gone.
Azael nods, tilting his head. "Speaking of misguided dead..." he says before PM can leave. "We've heard that a mummy energized by the power of Mabar rules this town. Do you know if that could be true? Is that kind of thing...common here?" He frowns, looking unsettled by the prospect.
Stella Diamant, Human Rogue 17 (Swashbuckler), The Exploits of Misfit Company
Kat, Medtech, Cyberpunk: Red
Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
Dani, Human Artificer 9 (Armorer), Skulls and Starships
DM, Project Point (Teams Scimitar and Longsword)
Everything Else!
"...did you say mummy?" the dragon asks, putting on their quizzical face as they try to remember all that came before. It sounded similar but not quite what they ran into... But Pieste Mor knew they weren't always the wisest speaker...
"... heya Robin?!? Drego?!? come meet some elves!!"
Stitch does his best to clean up the tin man. Though he easily dips underneath his attempt to grab his collar. Once done with helping Case he clambers onto his shoulders having taken quite the shine to him. Listening carefully to the conversation with the elves.
Robin leaves the warmth of the fire nad steps over to see what is going on witht he conversation with the elf. "Good evening." She greets them, giving a nod of respect. "I am Robin. how fare you this day?"
Stitch: You hear everything being said to the elves with your 19. I don't know if you speak Elvish though. You also see several shinies among the silverware at both your group and the elves' tables, and the glasses behind the bar are reflecting the light in a very sparkly fashion. Oh, and the elf from the bar's (he's back at the table now) gloves are very shiny, they look like they've been woven from some kind of silvery thread.
(Not sure if Robin said that in Elvish or Common. The elves will reply in whatever language she used)
Azael gives Robin a smile. "My name is Azael," he introduces himself briefly. "Quite well, thank you. I was just asking your companion if there could be any truth to the rumors we had heard of a mummy ruling this village, and if that kind of thing was common here."
(OOC: Anyone trying to figure out this mummy thing who is a part of/listening to the conversation can roll me a Religion)
Stella Diamant, Human Rogue 17 (Swashbuckler), The Exploits of Misfit Company
Kat, Medtech, Cyberpunk: Red
Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
Dani, Human Artificer 9 (Armorer), Skulls and Starships
DM, Project Point (Teams Scimitar and Longsword)
Everything Else!
(In elvish yes, she would speak in their language to be courtius.)
"Let me think..." Robin says with a frown. "I am not from here you see, but I did study some of the religions of this country prior to coming here..."
Robin religion: 7 Guidance: 3
Shooting a quick look in Case's direction, Drego drifts over towards the elves satisfied that Stitch is staying out of trouble for the moment. As he approaches he greets the elves in their own language and then falls silent as they ask about a mummy. He shoots a quizzical glance at Robin and PM to see if either of them has a better grasp on what they might be alluding to
Religion 6
Jax Religion: 3
Plus necromantic intuition? 2