Finn furrows his brow, a frown forming. "I was under the impression that y'all were being compensated by the same group recruiting us. I'll have to have a word with Miss Edelina about that... I'll be down momentarily to do what I can."
Turning back to face the inside of the room, he speaks to his party. "Well, what do y'all say? I can't just ignore a plea from a damsel in distress, but I won't go so far as assuming each of you wishes to take part."
Lorick sighs, and he puts a proper bookmark in his book. "I hope he needs help sorting his library," he says, while hopping off of the bed. "Seat check," he calls, while picking up his equipment.
"Help as in coin," Valor asks with a raised eyebrow. "What do you mean you've houses us for free? The library or the city must be paying you surely," she adds before giving the girl a curious. "Also there's rats in here," she adds pointing to the droppings in the corner.
"Oh my goodness gosh!" She runs into the room to where Valor points, her hands moving to cover her mouth as her cheeks burn with embarrassment, "Y'all, I am so sorry I-- Y'see... This is..." Her arms drop and she sighs, "We've been havin' a run of bad luck on the late, and all this ain't helping. Y'see they say it's a matter of international importance, which means all the inns and such are asked to put up y'all for no charge. Basic meals included. Sorta like how they'd ask us to help in a refugee crisis or somethin'? We gotta do it, and we'd usually be okay, what with how much y'all tend to drink. But we aren't startin' from a good place, and then there's--" She looks at the rat droppings, "That."
Lorick casts prestidigitation to remove the droppings from the corner of the room. "So, you're asking us to help with a rat problem?" he asks the barmaid. "Doesn't sound particularly exciting, and we really should be preparing for our tests tomorrow, but I suppose it would be a good exercise in teamwork and cooperation." He looks to the others. "Right?"
Seeing the look on the poor barmaids face, Beorro says, “Oh don’t worry about it. Really. Rats are no big deal. Just misunderstood if you ask me. I’m down to help if you all are.”
"I haven't done much in a bar nor have I frequented them but I'll do my best I guess," Valor replies with a shrug. "Finn if you're going to play I'd like to be able to listen," she adds smiling.
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"Sounds like we're all in agreement, then! I suppose we should head down and speak to Christophus first. Don't worry,"Finn tells the barmaid. "We'll take care of this quickly enough."
Finn leaves the room in search of Christophus downstairs at the bar.
You arrive back at the bar of the tavern, the crowds still thick with adventurers like you. The man behind the counter must be him, Christophus, as he lugs a barrel over and taps the keg with a tired arm.
Finn approaches the bar and shouts "Christophus!" to ensure he's heard over the crowd behind him. Once he has the barkeep's attention, he attempts to be more discreet. "You seem to have your hands full with..." Finn gestures vaguely at the entire room. "Might we be of assistance? We hear you have some rats that need to be dealt with. Just show is the way and we can take it from there." He looks around, searching for the entrance to the cellar. Returning his face to Christophus, he adds with a smile, "Free of charge, of course."
Christophus face turns to you as you shout, and you can see the same smattering of freckles you saw on the girl, though his hair is far from red with it's scraggly, balding mass of grey. He doesn't rush over to you, getting his keg positioned and then reaching for a rag to wipe his hands, but the moment you say 'rats' he's on you like a shot.
" 'O the heckin told you that?" He grunts, grasping your arm and pulling you behind the bar. He pulls Finn across the bar, which curves at the distant end to a small hallway with two doors. Once there, he turns on Finn and the rest of you, his arms crossed in front of the one of the doors that looks particularly well-sealed: There are even towels stuck into the gap at the bottom. He continues in a whisper, "You can't go just slanderin' a man in his own establishment."
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"Forgive me, I meant no disrespect." Finn whispers back. "And for the record, the rat droppings in our room were evidence enough. We'd like to offer our aid with the issue, but if you'd rather us not... I suppose we could go join the rowdy crowd in the bar?" He begins pulling out his dulcimer. "I'm sure my music could really get them going."
His face falls as you mention the droppings in your room, and he rubs the bridge of his nose as he leans against the wall in exhaustion. "I-I'm sorry, I shouldn't a' been brash. It's just that it's been a hard one on us. Look, we ain't dirty or nothin'. We ain't never had rats before in over seventy years, and we take good care of this place. Now it happens at a time when I can't even afford an exterminator, and if I can't soon-- Well, we might have to... I just... I'm embarrassed, is all. If yer really offerin' help, I'll take it. You'll be earnin' my eternal thanks."
"I have no doubt that this is a respectable establishment. We'll help out, and after that our lips are sealed." Finn mimes zipping his lips, locking them, and throwing away the key, then gives Christophus two thumbs up.
Christophus nods and sighs, and then gestures to the sealed up door, "They're down there, in the cellar. I don't open the door 'less I need another keg. I dunno what all you are, but you might need a light."
He ducks through the other door - the kitchen, it becomes clear as the door swings open - and brings back a lit hooded lantern. He takes the hood off, exposing the firelight. "There's a lamp at the top of the stairs you can light with this. One on the desk, two more by the kegs. Might help ya."
He then hands Finn the key to the room and nods, "Come see me when yer all done."
Finn unlocks the door and opens it. He bows slightly and gestures inward, much as a butler would, and addresses his party. "After you," he offers, eyebrows waggling.
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Finn furrows his brow, a frown forming. "I was under the impression that y'all were being compensated by the same group recruiting us. I'll have to have a word with Miss Edelina about that... I'll be down momentarily to do what I can."
Turning back to face the inside of the room, he speaks to his party. "Well, what do y'all say? I can't just ignore a plea from a damsel in distress, but I won't go so far as assuming each of you wishes to take part."
Lorick sighs, and he puts a proper bookmark in his book. "I hope he needs help sorting his library," he says, while hopping off of the bed. "Seat check," he calls, while picking up his equipment.
"Think I need my lyre? Eh, who am I kidding? I can sing us a happy working song. It helps, I promise!" Finn says excitedly. "Beorro, Valor, y'all in?"
"Help as in coin," Valor asks with a raised eyebrow. "What do you mean you've houses us for free? The library or the city must be paying you surely," she adds before giving the girl a curious. "Also there's rats in here," she adds pointing to the droppings in the corner.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
"Oh my goodness gosh!" She runs into the room to where Valor points, her hands moving to cover her mouth as her cheeks burn with embarrassment, "Y'all, I am so sorry I-- Y'see... This is..." Her arms drop and she sighs, "We've been havin' a run of bad luck on the late, and all this ain't helping. Y'see they say it's a matter of international importance, which means all the inns and such are asked to put up y'all for no charge. Basic meals included. Sorta like how they'd ask us to help in a refugee crisis or somethin'? We gotta do it, and we'd usually be okay, what with how much y'all tend to drink. But we aren't startin' from a good place, and then there's--" She looks at the rat droppings, "That."
Lorick casts prestidigitation to remove the droppings from the corner of the room. "So, you're asking us to help with a rat problem?" he asks the barmaid. "Doesn't sound particularly exciting, and we really should be preparing for our tests tomorrow, but I suppose it would be a good exercise in teamwork and cooperation." He looks to the others. "Right?"
Seeing the look on the poor barmaids face, Beorro says, “Oh don’t worry about it. Really. Rats are no big deal. Just misunderstood if you ask me. I’m down to help if you all are.”
"I haven't done much in a bar nor have I frequented them but I'll do my best I guess," Valor replies with a shrug. "Finn if you're going to play I'd like to be able to listen," she adds smiling.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
"Sounds like we're all in agreement, then! I suppose we should head down and speak to Christophus first. Don't worry," Finn tells the barmaid. "We'll take care of this quickly enough."
Finn leaves the room in search of Christophus downstairs at the bar.
Lorick walks quickly to keep up with the half-elf as he heads downstairs.
Valor follows as well.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Beorro follows the group downstairs.
You arrive back at the bar of the tavern, the crowds still thick with adventurers like you. The man behind the counter must be him, Christophus, as he lugs a barrel over and taps the keg with a tired arm.
Finn approaches the bar and shouts "Christophus!" to ensure he's heard over the crowd behind him. Once he has the barkeep's attention, he attempts to be more discreet. "You seem to have your hands full with..." Finn gestures vaguely at the entire room. "Might we be of assistance? We hear you have some rats that need to be dealt with. Just show is the way and we can take it from there." He looks around, searching for the entrance to the cellar. Returning his face to Christophus, he adds with a smile, "Free of charge, of course."
Christophus face turns to you as you shout, and you can see the same smattering of freckles you saw on the girl, though his hair is far from red with it's scraggly, balding mass of grey. He doesn't rush over to you, getting his keg positioned and then reaching for a rag to wipe his hands, but the moment you say 'rats' he's on you like a shot.
" 'O the heckin told you that?" He grunts, grasping your arm and pulling you behind the bar. He pulls Finn across the bar, which curves at the distant end to a small hallway with two doors. Once there, he turns on Finn and the rest of you, his arms crossed in front of the one of the doors that looks particularly well-sealed: There are even towels stuck into the gap at the bottom. He continues in a whisper, "You can't go just slanderin' a man in his own establishment."
"Forgive me, I meant no disrespect." Finn whispers back. "And for the record, the rat droppings in our room were evidence enough. We'd like to offer our aid with the issue, but if you'd rather us not... I suppose we could go join the rowdy crowd in the bar?" He begins pulling out his dulcimer. "I'm sure my music could really get them going."
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His face falls as you mention the droppings in your room, and he rubs the bridge of his nose as he leans against the wall in exhaustion. "I-I'm sorry, I shouldn't a' been brash. It's just that it's been a hard one on us. Look, we ain't dirty or nothin'. We ain't never had rats before in over seventy years, and we take good care of this place. Now it happens at a time when I can't even afford an exterminator, and if I can't soon-- Well, we might have to... I just... I'm embarrassed, is all. If yer really offerin' help, I'll take it. You'll be earnin' my eternal thanks."
"I have no doubt that this is a respectable establishment. We'll help out, and after that our lips are sealed." Finn mimes zipping his lips, locking them, and throwing away the key, then gives Christophus two thumbs up.
Christophus nods and sighs, and then gestures to the sealed up door, "They're down there, in the cellar. I don't open the door 'less I need another keg. I dunno what all you are, but you might need a light."
He ducks through the other door - the kitchen, it becomes clear as the door swings open - and brings back a lit hooded lantern. He takes the hood off, exposing the firelight. "There's a lamp at the top of the stairs you can light with this. One on the desk, two more by the kegs. Might help ya."
He then hands Finn the key to the room and nods, "Come see me when yer all done."
Finn unlocks the door and opens it. He bows slightly and gestures inward, much as a butler would, and addresses his party. "After you," he offers, eyebrows waggling.