"Yes but someone remind me why are we hear again? Finn do you know these people," Valor asks curiously. Valor then looks around at the other buildings in the street so see if any of the other buildings are similarly unkempt. Perception 7
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Valor You notice that this entire area of town seems in a somewhat lower repute than the other parts of the city you've seen so far - but nothing stands out as looking quite as "done-in" as this bakery. The inn, for example, that you passed just a short walk back was an older building with rough foundations and in need of a paint job, but it was still standing quite sturdy, and seemed to be busy with patrons.
Addressing Valor's question, Finn explains, "The pompous man from earlier this evening spoke rudely about her. That didn't sit right with me, so I thought I'd pay her a visit."
He turns towards the woman. "Miss Holly, is it? I just wanted to stop by and commend you on your willingness to serve your nation. Though, ah, please don't take this the wrong way, but I am glad you took the chance to step away from the application process. I'd hate to see a sweet woman like yourself in a dangerous situation," Finn says, reciprocating her smile with a warm one of his own. "I assumed you were likely in need of the gold they promised, to be willing to put yourself in the way of unknown harm. If I may," and he begins spinning in circles, chasing a pouch that keeps swinging just outside of his grasp. When he finally catches hold of the bag, he pulls out 5 gold with an impish grin. He holds them out to the woman in an open palm. "It's not much, but you seem like a nice person. I'd like to do what I can, if you would please accept these."
The woman is downright shocked at your offer. Her hand shakes as she reaches out for the gold, as if it might bite her, but it clamps shut quickly and pulls back to her chest as soon as the coins touch her hand.
"Oh, sweet dear," Holly manages, and then she presses forward and wraps her arms around you in a warm, and motherly hug, "Norveen bless you! Norveen bless all of you-- Sriae bless you-- Gods bless you." Her face is wet with tears as it presses against your shoulder, and when she pulls away she immediately wipes her face of the tears that are there. She takes a deep breath and clasps her hand over your's, "You are a hero already, young man. Please, what is your name-- And the names of your friends?"
"It is more than I can ever begin to thank you for-- Finn, Valor, Borreo, Lorick. Thank you, I promise you, some day I shall make it up to you in some small way. I will pray for you in the competition each day. Gods bless your paths."
"Yes!" She nods excitedly, slipping the gold into her pocket and stepping out past the door, "I would be happy to!"
She turns to lock her door, and then steps out before you all. "The Mirror Moon is an old staple of Franca," She tells you all as she leads you through the streets with small steps, "Christophus is the proprietor there, and the place has been in business for many generations of him family. They were always able to keep the price low, but the drink strong, which is hard to find. Lately though..."
"Lately he's been having a touch of trouble, but I imagine that the sudden influx of out-of-towners might help the man."
Beorro wipes a single tear from his cheek. He finds the exchange so touching that he decided agaunst pointing out that they both pronounced his name wrong.
"I imagine he is being well compensated for housing the applicants. Has the whole city been on hard times lately?" Finn asks, trying to gauge the apparent financial status of the surrounding area.
She shakes her head somewhat, "Not the whole city. Just... Those with a run of bad luck, I suppose. Christophuscaught the bug lately, Revysat the north of the city, too. I... Well..." Her voice catches, something feels too fresh to discuss, "Me, I've been hit hard as well. There's some others I suppose, but all you can do is pray for better days... And I suppose there's always the hope of a kindly hero, at least today. But one mortal's run of bad luck is another's boon. Morili's been doing well since Christophus' business went down, and I'm sure other bakers are taking in the business that we-- that I... Well, not everyone can succeed all at the same time, the will of the Gods will turn someday again. Hopefully someday soon."
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"The bug," Valor asks with curiously lifted eyebrow. "Uh is that a local word for misfortune or...something else," she asks. Insight on the woman 22; 15 history on the names
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Lorick and Valor, you assume these must be friends of her's, since you've never heard of them.
Finn, the name Revys stands out to you. You have to wonder if she might be referring to Revys Wydoe, a drow winemaker.
Beorro, the name Morili stands out to you. You feel certain that you heard something about Morili's Powerful Dragon Ale when you entered the city. The Dragon Egg Tavern, you think, is his establishment.
Valor, she chuckles a little bit at your question. Not in a way where it seems she is taking the piss of you, but rather as if she's embarrassed for herself that she was misunderstood. "Oh no dear! The bug I guess... Just a turn of phrase, like bad luck traveling like a bad cold. Everyone gets their share of bad fortune, it's just the way the Gods have designed the world-- Ohp! Here we are..."
You stand in front of an inn within sight of the back of the library. It's larger than the inns in the housing district you left, and seems to have two floors atop it's ground level. The sign is well-kept, though it likely hasn't been cleaned today, and depicts a sun and moon meeting in the centre with a mirror. It also reads: Est. 4978 -- which makes the tavern a good seventy-four years old.
"Revys the winemaker? I may have to pay them a visit. I do like some good wine..." Finn comments, daydreaming of getting to sit back and relax with a glass of wine. He stands with a dazed look on his face for a few seconds, likely uncomfortably long, before his eyes focus once more on Holly. "Thank you for escorting us, Holly. I hope things start to turn your way soon. And for the foreseeable future, it seems we'll be here, so you know where to find us if you need anything."
"It's the least I could do," Holly's smile is genuine, and her hand lightly pats the pocket of her apron where the gold coins clink lightly, "Thank you all, dears. May the Gods see to your every success."
Lorick leads the way inside, where the noise is impressive. The place is clearly overcrowded with adventurers from the library, boisterous and drink-hardy. The room looks like it would be quite beautiful if you could see most of it, plenty of oak for tables, bars, and floor, with the table-tops themselves having some kind of metal topping that looks like mirror, but doesn't seem to reflect.
Along the right-most wall, not far from you, is the bar itself, where a human in his late fifties wipes his brow and fills another several tankards of ale. He looks overworked, overstressed, and like he hasn't had a good night's sleep in a while. A facade stretches behind the bar holding a beautiful tapestry with two women, one dark and one light, meeting over rolling hills. (Optional Religion check)
Within the crowd you can spot two barmaids, and one barboy, squeezing through the crowds to flit from table to table, arms high above their heads to keep trays of drink and food as stable as they can manage.
To the left-most side of the room you can see stairs that wrap up the wall, likely towards the rooms.
If you'd like to find a table, make a Perception check.
"Yes but someone remind me why are we hear again? Finn do you know these people," Valor asks curiously. Valor then looks around at the other buildings in the street so see if any of the other buildings are similarly unkempt. Perception 7
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Valor
You notice that this entire area of town seems in a somewhat lower repute than the other parts of the city you've seen so far - but nothing stands out as looking quite as "done-in" as this bakery. The inn, for example, that you passed just a short walk back was an older building with rough foundations and in need of a paint job, but it was still standing quite sturdy, and seemed to be busy with patrons.
Addressing Valor's question, Finn explains, "The pompous man from earlier this evening spoke rudely about her. That didn't sit right with me, so I thought I'd pay her a visit."
He turns towards the woman. "Miss Holly, is it? I just wanted to stop by and commend you on your willingness to serve your nation. Though, ah, please don't take this the wrong way, but I am glad you took the chance to step away from the application process. I'd hate to see a sweet woman like yourself in a dangerous situation," Finn says, reciprocating her smile with a warm one of his own. "I assumed you were likely in need of the gold they promised, to be willing to put yourself in the way of unknown harm. If I may," and he begins spinning in circles, chasing a pouch that keeps swinging just outside of his grasp. When he finally catches hold of the bag, he pulls out 5 gold with an impish grin. He holds them out to the woman in an open palm. "It's not much, but you seem like a nice person. I'd like to do what I can, if you would please accept these."
The woman is downright shocked at your offer. Her hand shakes as she reaches out for the gold, as if it might bite her, but it clamps shut quickly and pulls back to her chest as soon as the coins touch her hand.
"Oh, sweet dear," Holly manages, and then she presses forward and wraps her arms around you in a warm, and motherly hug, "Norveen bless you! Norveen bless all of you-- Sriae bless you-- Gods bless you." Her face is wet with tears as it presses against your shoulder, and when she pulls away she immediately wipes her face of the tears that are there. She takes a deep breath and clasps her hand over your's, "You are a hero already, young man. Please, what is your name-- And the names of your friends?"
"My name is Finn, and my companions..." He gestures to each individual as he says their name. "Valor, Borreo, and Lorick."
He squeezes her hand. "I do hope this is enough to help you get by, at least for a little while."
"It is more than I can ever begin to thank you for-- Finn, Valor, Borreo, Lorick. Thank you, I promise you, some day I shall make it up to you in some small way. I will pray for you in the competition each day. Gods bless your paths."
Valor nods. "Could you help us find our inn," Valor then asks Holly telling her the name of the inn.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
"Yes!" She nods excitedly, slipping the gold into her pocket and stepping out past the door, "I would be happy to!"
She turns to lock her door, and then steps out before you all. "The Mirror Moon is an old staple of Franca," She tells you all as she leads you through the streets with small steps, "Christophus is the proprietor there, and the place has been in business for many generations of him family. They were always able to keep the price low, but the drink strong, which is hard to find. Lately though..."
"Lately he's been having a touch of trouble, but I imagine that the sudden influx of out-of-towners might help the man."
Beorro wipes a single tear from his cheek. He finds the exchange so touching that he decided agaunst pointing out that they both pronounced his name wrong.
Lorick follows the group as they are led to the inn, putting away the book he had been reading during the heartfelt exchange.
"I imagine he is being well compensated for housing the applicants. Has the whole city been on hard times lately?" Finn asks, trying to gauge the apparent financial status of the surrounding area.
She shakes her head somewhat, "Not the whole city. Just... Those with a run of bad luck, I suppose. Christophus caught the bug lately, Revys at the north of the city, too. I... Well..." Her voice catches, something feels too fresh to discuss, "Me, I've been hit hard as well. There's some others I suppose, but all you can do is pray for better days... And I suppose there's always the hope of a kindly hero, at least today. But one mortal's run of bad luck is another's boon. Morili's been doing well since Christophus' business went down, and I'm sure other bakers are taking in the business that we-- that I... Well, not everyone can succeed all at the same time, the will of the Gods will turn someday again. Hopefully someday soon."
All: Optional History check on these names.
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Finn attempts to recall if he has heard any of these names.
History check: 13
HIstory check: 13
"The bug," Valor asks with curiously lifted eyebrow. "Uh is that a local word for misfortune or...something else," she asks. Insight on the woman 22; 15 history on the names
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Lorick and Valor, you assume these must be friends of her's, since you've never heard of them.
Finn, the name Revys stands out to you. You have to wonder if she might be referring to Revys Wydoe, a drow winemaker.
Beorro, the name Morili stands out to you. You feel certain that you heard something about Morili's Powerful Dragon Ale when you entered the city. The Dragon Egg Tavern, you think, is his establishment.
Valor, she chuckles a little bit at your question. Not in a way where it seems she is taking the piss of you, but rather as if she's embarrassed for herself that she was misunderstood. "Oh no dear! The bug I guess... Just a turn of phrase, like bad luck traveling like a bad cold. Everyone gets their share of bad fortune, it's just the way the Gods have designed the world-- Ohp! Here we are..."
You stand in front of an inn within sight of the back of the library. It's larger than the inns in the housing district you left, and seems to have two floors atop it's ground level. The sign is well-kept, though it likely hasn't been cleaned today, and depicts a sun and moon meeting in the centre with a mirror. It also reads: Est. 4978 -- which makes the tavern a good seventy-four years old.
Lorick, upon seeing the inn, looks to Holly, nods, and walks in, assessing what he sees once inside.
"Revys the winemaker? I may have to pay them a visit. I do like some good wine..." Finn comments, daydreaming of getting to sit back and relax with a glass of wine. He stands with a dazed look on his face for a few seconds, likely uncomfortably long, before his eyes focus once more on Holly. "Thank you for escorting us, Holly. I hope things start to turn your way soon. And for the foreseeable future, it seems we'll be here, so you know where to find us if you need anything."
"It's the least I could do," Holly's smile is genuine, and her hand lightly pats the pocket of her apron where the gold coins clink lightly, "Thank you all, dears. May the Gods see to your every success."
Lorick leads the way inside, where the noise is impressive. The place is clearly overcrowded with adventurers from the library, boisterous and drink-hardy. The room looks like it would be quite beautiful if you could see most of it, plenty of oak for tables, bars, and floor, with the table-tops themselves having some kind of metal topping that looks like mirror, but doesn't seem to reflect.
Along the right-most wall, not far from you, is the bar itself, where a human in his late fifties wipes his brow and fills another several tankards of ale. He looks overworked, overstressed, and like he hasn't had a good night's sleep in a while. A facade stretches behind the bar holding a beautiful tapestry with two women, one dark and one light, meeting over rolling hills. (Optional Religion check)
Within the crowd you can spot two barmaids, and one barboy, squeezing through the crowds to flit from table to table, arms high above their heads to keep trays of drink and food as stable as they can manage.
To the left-most side of the room you can see stairs that wrap up the wall, likely towards the rooms.
If you'd like to find a table, make a Perception check.