Kolose complains for one faint moment about how the stairs down feel a bit excessive, but seems to light up a bit when they get down to... Pleasant is still not the right word, and some of the lights still hurt his vision, but it's actually much better than the outside and he seems to relax a bit. Although he remains a bit awkward with the mingling, it doesn't seem like he wants to cause trouble. Perhaps he will simply spend some time trying to go through his book again.
"I really should find some more writing material..."
Galingal marks the drow in his memory just. He looks harmless enough but if he sees him again, outside the inn, he'll be worth taking a closer look at.
With that done, he goes over to Therez, the friendly innkeeper and does his best to practice a mix of undercommon and common, neither of which he's particularly great at speaking.
"Thank you for letting us in. Do you know," and here Galingal gestures at all of the main room, "if any here are traders or guides from the surface world?"
"More every time you look must mean business is doing well, even if they do wander. Singles are eight silver a night, doubles are ten, triples and ones that sleep four are fifteen, and the Flop is seven copper a head."
"Mercy", she says indicating the tiefling, "was born there, but she's been down here for years. Think the dragonborn is from there though."
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Petmailer walks over to the drow and sits down at the table, calling over a waiter for a drink. “Whatcha havin? Anything good here?” He straightens his gear and puffs out his chest, looking over at the drow, giving him the side eye and giving him a smile, striking up casual conversation.
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A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Kolose complains for one faint moment about how the stairs down feel a bit excessive, but seems to light up a bit when they get down to... Pleasant is still not the right word, and some of the lights still hurt his vision, but it's actually much better than the outside and he seems to relax a bit. Although he remains a bit awkward with the mingling, it doesn't seem like he wants to cause trouble. Perhaps he will simply spend some time trying to go through his book again.
"I really should find some more writing material..."
"What are the prices? I'll be staying as well. They wander."
Galingal marks the drow in his memory just. He looks harmless enough but if he sees him again, outside the inn, he'll be worth taking a closer look at.
With that done, he goes over to Therez, the friendly innkeeper and does his best to practice a mix of undercommon and common, neither of which he's particularly great at speaking.
"Thank you for letting us in. Do you know," and here Galingal gestures at all of the main room, "if any here are traders or guides from the surface world?"
"More every time you look must mean business is doing well, even if they do wander. Singles are eight silver a night, doubles are ten, triples and ones that sleep four are fifteen, and the Flop is seven copper a head."
"Mercy", she says indicating the tiefling, "was born there, but she's been down here for years. Think the dragonborn is from there though."
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
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Galingal nods his thanks and decides to start with the green dragonborn.
He approaches their table and says in common "Can I join you? I'd like to ask a question."
Petmailer walks over to the drow and sits down at the table, calling over a waiter for a drink. “Whatcha havin? Anything good here?” He straightens his gear and puffs out his chest, looking over at the drow, giving him the side eye and giving him a smile, striking up casual conversation.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Stena nods in understanding and commiseration.
"I'll check, but it will probably be flop."
She'll check in with Jimjar, the goblins, the old guy, Neth and Lia giving the prices and saying,
"Aye'd suggest Flop with a watch."