"I think perhaps we should rest briefly and clean up a little. Maybe not for the night, but to remove the stench of the sewer at least? Would one of these places possibly be discreet or at least familiar to you where you don't think they'd give us up easily if asked? I fear I'm rather conspicuous both as a Tortle and by Chewy so our stay should be short to avoid the place be subject to whatever this crow beast is or the family, although I could definitely use a full rest." She asks this of both the Elf and Genasi relying on their knowledge here. "I'm even accepting of a brothel if you think that would be less likely to be searched. Though we might find that sort more costly and I only have a few gold."
"I think that it might be prudent to avoid any unnecessary risks until we reach the harbour" says Gabriel, grubby from the subterranean journey and wiping sweaty grime from his face, "however, a little break to recover my breath would be appreciated if that is the consensus"
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"I have gold, that is not a concern. Lead the way Sylvio. I do not know the Field Ward well. I am just glad we did not get lost below. Let's get moving." Amadi says looking around to see if anyone has taken an interest in them. (Insight 25) He was not concerned with bullies or petty thieves and he knew the Watch didn’t patrol this area. But nobles had gold and gold bought information.
Sweeps swings his maul over his shoulder and squints up in the afternoon sky, trying to place the time. The trip through the sewers left no noticeable impression on his clothes, with clumps of mud, dirt, and clay sticking to him, he was just as dirty as he was before entering the tunnels. “We still have time to visit the harbor today, or search for information on the crow, it came from around here somewhere. But a short rest would be nice first, lead on Sylvio.”
Sylvio begins walking into the twisting and turning alleys and crowded streets of the field ward with confidence. Knowing that they were too big of a group to be easy targets or prey for the many thieves and cutthroats that haunted the area.
Out of the five Sunny is the first to speak. She points the necessity of some manner of rest, and soon after Gabriel and then Sweeps express they agreement. After the battle and the escapades from both the mansion and the Gundwynd Villa itself the three of them, the ranger, the barbarian and the spellcaster, were wounded and tired. A situation that most of the group shared. Amadi focus his attention on the surroundings, trying to catch if someone was watching the group. Not an unwise decision, for nobility usually have eyes and ears spread through even the most unlikely of places. The cleric notices a person or two glancing in their direction, but briefly and just before continuing through their own lives. Despite their smell of gutter, the party didn’t seem to attract more attention that your usual passerby.
Sylvio then offers to guide his companions to an inn of sorts, an offer readily accepted. It take a few minutes, but they reach the place by the Fieldways. An old wooden building significantly damaged and dirty. It isn’t the sort of place folk visiting to the city would fancy and, more likely than not, only the locals of the Field Ward would be familiar with it. The surrounding alleys are narrow and dark with ominous shadows moving about just out of sight.
People eye you distrustfully from the windows and doorways of nearby hovels as you approach but none move to stop you. Inside is a ramshackle bar with ill kept stools and a poor set of wooden cups, waiting to be cleaned. A set of stairs that leads up to a dimly lit hallway in the back. In fact, the entire place has a general lack of light, and the darkness is just short of oppressive. There aren’t enough lamps scattered around the room to brighten this gloomy room.
A few tables are set up around the room with a handful of patrons either deep in their drink or huddled together in whispered conversations. Some of them look up as the group enters, but quickly return to their own business. It’s clear that this is the kind of place where privacy is highly prized and everyone seemed more interested in keeping to themselves than in what anyone else was doing.
A large half-orc sits on a stool near the door with a heavy club in his hand. He watches everyone who enters but is clearly bored as it’s too early for when trouble usually brews. The bartender, a human of graying hair spotting a short boxed bear and simple clothes, nods to Sylvio but looks dubiously at the others for a moment, before shrugging.
“So, what do you want?” He asks no one inparticular while polishing a goblet.
Sunny smiles at the bartender. She pulls out a couple of coins letting a tiny bit of light hit that at least one is gold and says, "To spend my money on an hour's rest, some food and a bath. Likely for all of my friends here too. It's been a long day already but we have much to do so won't be here long." Then looking down at Chewy, "A good sized bone for my dog here would be welcome as well."
Sylvio winces at Sunny’s clumbsy attempt at being sly. Noticing several people eyeing the group with renewed interest at the sight of gold.
He puts a hand on her shoulder and steps up to the bar. “As-a my friend here said-a, we are quite tired-a. We could use-a some rest and-a some food.”
His voice then alters somewhat… the tone is different. “It-a is a nice Sunny-a day yes? Sylvio is-a thinking that storm clouds may-a be coming later. The big clouds that-a one needs to stay indoors from-a yes? We would-a be happy to pay for-a your services of-a course.”He prattles on for a bit about the weather and the establishment in an odd and unexpected way.
Sylvio is using thieves cant to explain that they aren’t being followed but that some important people may be looking for them soon and that they need sanctuary, food, rest, and whatever services this thieves safe house can provide… for their normal fee of course.
Gabriel keeps his head down and tries to be as nondescript as possible in the surroundings, painfully aware that his apothecary's robes might attract attention.
Seeing Sylvio's concerned reaction, she tucks the coin back into her pocket and awaits the response from the Bartender pondering why Sylvio seems suddenly concerned about the weather. She didn't recall seeing a storm brewing, but they had spent a lot of time in the sewers and running for their lives, so perhaps she missed the clouds.
Amadi stood back with Gabriel. He made sure not to spend too much time looking around at anyone in particular while Sylvio seemed to have things under control. He had seen and made many negotiations in his time and he knew to stay out of this one.
Sweeps slumps down at a nearby table, nursing his wounds from the battle with the shadow wraiths. He waits as Sylvio talks with the bartender and gives a warning glance at the other patrons in the bar, encouraging them to mind their own business.
The barkeeper scoffed at Sunny’s words, noticing immediately that she was not from the Ward. No one around there flaunted their coin, asking for service without asking for the cost and it was rare to find someone holding any piece of gold. Her request also sounded absurd to him. Did she really think he would have food to spare for a dog? And a bath? Nine Hells, the woman was thinking? That there were in the Sea Ward? Before he could make a snarky remark or get her money the Sylvio spoke, at first the man didn’t give him much attention, but then there were words between the words and the barkeeper knew their meaning.
“Guess there still some stew from the lunch. I can get enough for the lot of you for two copper a head. There should be some bone in that, if you want to give him any.” The barkeeper said putting away the goblet, a serious expression upon his face. “For one more piece I can throw in something to drink. We got ale, absinthe, beer, whisky, wine and cinder, but nothing fancy.” And nothing exceptionally good, the rogue knew. “Our cheapest rooms have two bunkers, three copper a night, but if you don’t mind you can stay together. One more bed for me to rent. No bath though, I’m afraid.” Then he cleared his throat, looking at Scarpaldi. “We have a good roof. As long as the storm coming is not too strong everyone should be fine. Not that anyone could tell that.” Unsuspecting words that carried a different message in thieves cant - you can stay, no one will sell you, no one will warn you if your pursuers arrive.
It was the standard practice around those parts, to not interfere, either for help or to disturb. Both Sylvio and Sweeps knew as much.
“Money first, then you get the stairs and set anywhere that is not occupied yet and I get to heat the broth.”
Notes: A little bit of OOC trvia, but the Sea Ward is the wealthiest area of Waterdeep.
Sunny keeps quiet and lets Sylvio and Sweeps do the talking. The Jeweler's guild was rubbing off a little too much on her with their frequent negotiations and exchange of coin. She'd have to be more careful lest she offend or attract someone's unwanted attention. It was true enough that a place in this region would make the most of even stewing bones to enhance any flavors in a meal.
She counts out the coppers for herself and lays them on the counter. Nodding a thanks and follows the lead of the others.
Gabriel tries to listen in to Sylvio's conversation with the bartender, but either misses key elements of the conversation or confuses their meaning. It does seem that a room is available for them to rest though; he keeps his coins hidden until it is confirmed that they are staying.
He huddles himself out of the way, happy for Amadi's imposing presence beside him.
Once the deal is struck for the rooms Amadi pays the man what is owed. "Ale for me when the food is ready. My thanks."
Turning his attention to the others "We have the rooms for the night then. Let is take a short rest and discuss our next plans. We can return later or rest longer if needed."
Then to the Bartender, "Yes an Ale too for me with the broth." She says politely. Looking to see if they eat in a common area or take it to their respective rooms.
"I think perhaps we should rest briefly and clean up a little. Maybe not for the night, but to remove the stench of the sewer at least? Would one of these places possibly be discreet or at least familiar to you where you don't think they'd give us up easily if asked? I fear I'm rather conspicuous both as a Tortle and by Chewy so our stay should be short to avoid the place be subject to whatever this crow beast is or the family, although I could definitely use a full rest." She asks this of both the Elf and Genasi relying on their knowledge here. "I'm even accepting of a brothel if you think that would be less likely to be searched. Though we might find that sort more costly and I only have a few gold."
"I think that it might be prudent to avoid any unnecessary risks until we reach the harbour" says Gabriel, grubby from the subterranean journey and wiping sweaty grime from his face, "however, a little break to recover my breath would be appreciated if that is the consensus"
“Yes, Sylvio knows of-a some places where they are-a… discreet.”
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"I have gold, that is not a concern. Lead the way Sylvio. I do not know the Field Ward well. I am just glad we did not get lost below. Let's get moving." Amadi says looking around to see if anyone has taken an interest in them. (Insight 25) He was not concerned with bullies or petty thieves and he knew the Watch didn’t patrol this area. But nobles had gold and gold bought information.
"Lead the way." Sunny follows closely extinguishing the now unneeded Torch.
Sweeps swings his maul over his shoulder and squints up in the afternoon sky, trying to place the time. The trip through the sewers left no noticeable impression on his clothes, with clumps of mud, dirt, and clay sticking to him, he was just as dirty as he was before entering the tunnels. “We still have time to visit the harbor today, or search for information on the crow, it came from around here somewhere. But a short rest would be nice first, lead on Sylvio.”
Sylvio begins walking into the twisting and turning alleys and crowded streets of the field ward with confidence. Knowing that they were too big of a group to be easy targets or prey for the many thieves and cutthroats that haunted the area.
Noob
Out of the five Sunny is the first to speak. She points the necessity of some manner of rest, and soon after Gabriel and then Sweeps express they agreement. After the battle and the escapades from both the mansion and the Gundwynd Villa itself the three of them, the ranger, the barbarian and the spellcaster, were wounded and tired. A situation that most of the group shared. Amadi focus his attention on the surroundings, trying to catch if someone was watching the group. Not an unwise decision, for nobility usually have eyes and ears spread through even the most unlikely of places. The cleric notices a person or two glancing in their direction, but briefly and just before continuing through their own lives. Despite their smell of gutter, the party didn’t seem to attract more attention that your usual passerby.
Sylvio then offers to guide his companions to an inn of sorts, an offer readily accepted. It take a few minutes, but they reach the place by the Fieldways. An old wooden building significantly damaged and dirty. It isn’t the sort of place folk visiting to the city would fancy and, more likely than not, only the locals of the Field Ward would be familiar with it. The surrounding alleys are narrow and dark with ominous shadows moving about just out of sight.
People eye you distrustfully from the windows and doorways of nearby hovels as you approach but none move to stop you. Inside is a ramshackle bar with ill kept stools and a poor set of wooden cups, waiting to be cleaned. A set of stairs that leads up to a dimly lit hallway in the back. In fact, the entire place has a general lack of light, and the darkness is just short of oppressive. There aren’t enough lamps scattered around the room to brighten this gloomy room.
A few tables are set up around the room with a handful of patrons either deep in their drink or huddled together in whispered conversations. Some of them look up as the group enters, but quickly return to their own business. It’s clear that this is the kind of place where privacy is highly prized and everyone seemed more interested in keeping to themselves than in what anyone else was doing.
A large half-orc sits on a stool near the door with a heavy club in his hand. He watches everyone who enters but is clearly bored as it’s too early for when trouble usually brews. The bartender, a human of graying hair spotting a short boxed bear and simple clothes, nods to Sylvio but looks dubiously at the others for a moment, before shrugging.
“So, what do you want?” He asks no one inparticular while polishing a goblet.
Notes
Special thanks to @Althax of the ambient description. By the way, this the barkeeper: https://i.pinimg.com/564x/fb/f1/6f/fbf16f3bbf06c994434cdcaaffb791a0.jpg
Sunny smiles at the bartender. She pulls out a couple of coins letting a tiny bit of light hit that at least one is gold and says, "To spend my money on an hour's rest, some food and a bath. Likely for all of my friends here too. It's been a long day already but we have much to do so won't be here long." Then looking down at Chewy, "A good sized bone for my dog here would be welcome as well."
Sylvio winces at Sunny’s clumbsy attempt at being sly. Noticing several people eyeing the group with renewed interest at the sight of gold.
He puts a hand on her shoulder and steps up to the bar. “As-a my friend here said-a, we are quite tired-a. We could use-a some rest and-a some food.”
His voice then alters somewhat… the tone is different. “It-a is a nice Sunny-a day yes? Sylvio is-a thinking that storm clouds may-a be coming later. The big clouds that-a one needs to stay indoors from-a yes? We would-a be happy to pay for-a your services of-a course.” He prattles on for a bit about the weather and the establishment in an odd and unexpected way.
Sylvio is using thieves cant to explain that they aren’t being followed but that some important people may be looking for them soon and that they need sanctuary, food, rest, and whatever services this thieves safe house can provide… for their normal fee of course.
Noob
Gabriel keeps his head down and tries to be as nondescript as possible in the surroundings, painfully aware that his apothecary's robes might attract attention.
Seeing Sylvio's concerned reaction, she tucks the coin back into her pocket and awaits the response from the Bartender pondering why Sylvio seems suddenly concerned about the weather. She didn't recall seeing a storm brewing, but they had spent a lot of time in the sewers and running for their lives, so perhaps she missed the clouds.
Amadi stood back with Gabriel. He made sure not to spend too much time looking around at anyone in particular while Sylvio seemed to have things under control. He had seen and made many negotiations in his time and he knew to stay out of this one.
Sweeps slumps down at a nearby table, nursing his wounds from the battle with the shadow wraiths. He waits as Sylvio talks with the bartender and gives a warning glance at the other patrons in the bar, encouraging them to mind their own business.
The barkeeper scoffed at Sunny’s words, noticing immediately that she was not from the Ward. No one around there flaunted their coin, asking for service without asking for the cost and it was rare to find someone holding any piece of gold. Her request also sounded absurd to him. Did she really think he would have food to spare for a dog? And a bath? Nine Hells, the woman was thinking? That there were in the Sea Ward? Before he could make a snarky remark or get her money the Sylvio spoke, at first the man didn’t give him much attention, but then there were words between the words and the barkeeper knew their meaning.
“Guess there still some stew from the lunch. I can get enough for the lot of you for two copper a head. There should be some bone in that, if you want to give him any.” The barkeeper said putting away the goblet, a serious expression upon his face. “For one more piece I can throw in something to drink. We got ale, absinthe, beer, whisky, wine and cinder, but nothing fancy.” And nothing exceptionally good, the rogue knew. “Our cheapest rooms have two bunkers, three copper a night, but if you don’t mind you can stay together. One more bed for me to rent. No bath though, I’m afraid.” Then he cleared his throat, looking at Scarpaldi. “We have a good roof. As long as the storm coming is not too strong everyone should be fine. Not that anyone could tell that.” Unsuspecting words that carried a different message in thieves cant - you can stay, no one will sell you, no one will warn you if your pursuers arrive.
It was the standard practice around those parts, to not interfere, either for help or to disturb. Both Sylvio and Sweeps knew as much.
“Money first, then you get the stairs and set anywhere that is not occupied yet and I get to heat the broth.”
Notes: A little bit of OOC trvia, but the Sea Ward is the wealthiest area of Waterdeep.
Sunny keeps quiet and lets Sylvio and Sweeps do the talking. The Jeweler's guild was rubbing off a little too much on her with their frequent negotiations and exchange of coin. She'd have to be more careful lest she offend or attract someone's unwanted attention. It was true enough that a place in this region would make the most of even stewing bones to enhance any flavors in a meal.
She counts out the coppers for herself and lays them on the counter. Nodding a thanks and follows the lead of the others.
6 cp I believe for bed, food and drink?
Gabriel tries to listen in to Sylvio's conversation with the bartender, but either misses key elements of the conversation or confuses their meaning. It does seem that a room is available for them to rest though; he keeps his coins hidden until it is confirmed that they are staying.
He huddles himself out of the way, happy for Amadi's imposing presence beside him.
Once the deal is struck for the rooms Amadi pays the man what is owed. "Ale for me when the food is ready. My thanks."
Turning his attention to the others "We have the rooms for the night then. Let is take a short rest and discuss our next plans. We can return later or rest longer if needed."
Sunny smiles and nods to Amadi.
Then to the Bartender, "Yes an Ale too for me with the broth." She says politely. Looking to see if they eat in a common area or take it to their respective rooms.
Gabriel raises a three-fingered salute to request a drink too. "A short rest would be just fine" he says, settling into the chair.
(Using two hit dice for the rest: 9 HP healed)