You enter the tavern. Several tables cover the spruce flooring, most of them empty. The patrons turn as you come in, but pay you little mind as you make your way inside. A man at the bar nods his head as you come in, and looks back down at the glass he is wiping. An awkward silence hangs in the air; no conversations, or bards' songs warm the chilly atmosphere that seems to smother the city like a blanket.
Kugan steps beside Wolhana, he orders some beer to the wiping man "Whoa, it has been a long trip from Duskport, do you now sir where can we find a place to rest for the night? We are coming here to register us for taking care of the Cragkeep's goblin stuff"
The barkeep looks up at you, shaking his head as he serves you some ale. "You don't want to spend the night here miss, if you speak truly. Wanderers, travelers, mercenaries like yourself; they have a tendency to vanish during the night. Everyone is too afraid to keep their doors open too long past sunset... Were I you, I'd be on the road and away from this place this instant. But aye, I don't mean to be chasing you away now... Although your friend here makes me a little uneasy. Elves aren't... common around here, least of all the night elves."
"Well, I'm sure I'm going against your best advice, but we will still need to get to the registration. Can we find it easily from here?" Wolhana asks the barkeep.
He looks at you in confusion for a second. "Oh, you mean for the recruitment? That's not here in Eastwick. You'd have to go up north and through the swamplands, to Dewspire."
The barkeep looks up at you, shaking his head as he serves you some ale. "You don't want to spend the night here miss, if you speak truly. Wanderers, travelers, mercenaries like yourself; they have a tendency to vanish during the night. Everyone is too afraid to keep their doors open too long past sunset... Were I you, I'd be on the road and away from this place this instant. But aye, I don't mean to be chasing you away now... Although your friend here makes me a little uneasy. Elves aren't... common around here, least of all the night elves."
"Mh, well, we still try to reach Dewspite by the way, do you have any Inn hereabouts?"
Illia follows the others and watches them talk to the barkeep without saying a word. She looks the barkeep over and then looks around the tavern. A small hum comes up as she speaks. "Others like us... Disappearing over night..." She taps her chin, that statement catching her interest as she looks at Kugan and Wolhana.
"I haven't seen many, no. It's mostly rumors I hear from patrons. And suren there's an inn hereabouts, but I ain't sure you'll be granted entry this late. People here are getting paranoid."
Kugan smirks at Wolhana "Wwwwwell.." he adds finishing his beer in one draught "Thanks sir for your beverage, now, come on guys, let's find this Inn and if not, we will try to arrange something outside"
The Beastkin farewells the barkeeper and heads out to find this nearby Inn for the night...
You all step out into the chilly night air. The streets are still and quiet, with the only sounds coming from the tavern behind you.
You look around for an Inn, but there doesn't seem to be one nearby... However, you do spot something peculiar: a person is lying still, face-down in a nearby alleyway. You hear them groan.
"Woah, this guy looks like crap! Let's get him upright, at least..." Wolhana pulls the individual to a seated position, removing his face from the mud.
Illia looks at the person and feels a bit wary. Against her better judgement she walks over and helps Wolhana, managing to get the person against the wall so they wouldn't have to support them the entire time while helping. She looks for any sign of drunkeness or injuries, mostly checking their head for injury of any sort.
Kugan Silveredge
"Let's go to the Sheperd uh? That one" The beastkin points a finger towards the nearby Inn "We could rest, eat, and plan what to do tomorrow.."
"I like that idea!"
You enter the tavern.
Several tables cover the spruce flooring, most of them empty. The patrons turn as you come in, but pay you little mind as you make your way inside. A man at the bar nods his head as you come in, and looks back down at the glass he is wiping. An awkward silence hangs in the air; no conversations, or bards' songs warm the chilly atmosphere that seems to smother the city like a blanket.
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Wolhana walks in, and bellies up to the bar.
Kugan Silveredge
Kugan steps beside Wolhana, he orders some beer to the wiping man "Whoa, it has been a long trip from Duskport, do you now sir where can we find a place to rest for the night? We are coming here to register us for taking care of the Cragkeep's goblin stuff"
The barkeep looks up at you, shaking his head as he serves you some ale. "You don't want to spend the night here miss, if you speak truly. Wanderers, travelers, mercenaries like yourself; they have a tendency to vanish during the night. Everyone is too afraid to keep their doors open too long past sunset... Were I you, I'd be on the road and away from this place this instant. But aye, I don't mean to be chasing you away now... Although your friend here makes me a little uneasy. Elves aren't... common around here, least of all the night elves."
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"Well, I'm sure I'm going against your best advice, but we will still need to get to the registration. Can we find it easily from here?" Wolhana asks the barkeep.
He looks at you in confusion for a second. "Oh, you mean for the recruitment? That's not here in Eastwick. You'd have to go up north and through the swamplands, to Dewspire."
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"well, yes. thats true! have you seen many others stopping through?"
Illia follows the others and watches them talk to the barkeep without saying a word. She looks the barkeep over and then looks around the tavern. A small hum comes up as she speaks. "Others like us... Disappearing over night..." She taps her chin, that statement catching her interest as she looks at Kugan and Wolhana.
"I haven't seen many, no. It's mostly rumors I hear from patrons. And suren there's an inn hereabouts, but I ain't sure you'll be granted entry this late. People here are getting paranoid."
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“What’s to be paranoid about? Is there some kind of oogie boogie man skulking around?” Wolhana replies jokingly
The man doesn't find humor in it and responds with a blank stare.
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Wolhana offers nervous laughter to break the silence, shooting a glance over to Kugan.
Kugan Silveredge
Kugan smirks at Wolhana "Wwwwwell.." he adds finishing his beer in one draught "Thanks sir for your beverage, now, come on guys, let's find this Inn and if not, we will try to arrange something outside"
The Beastkin farewells the barkeeper and heads out to find this nearby Inn for the night...
You all step out into the chilly night air. The streets are still and quiet, with the only sounds coming from the tavern behind you.
You look around for an Inn, but there doesn't seem to be one nearby...
However, you do spot something peculiar: a person is lying still, face-down in a nearby alleyway. You hear them groan.
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"Woah, this guy looks like crap! Let's get him upright, at least..." Wolhana pulls the individual to a seated position, removing his face from the mud.
Illia looks at the person and feels a bit wary. Against her better judgement she walks over and helps Wolhana, managing to get the person against the wall so they wouldn't have to support them the entire time while helping. She looks for any sign of drunkeness or injuries, mostly checking their head for injury of any sort.
Perception: 6
You lean the man against the wall. Kugan, you recognize him as one of the scruffy sellswords back in Duskport. He groans again, and opens his eyes...
...or rather his eyeless sockets! Jerking his hands up, he grabs both Wolhana and Illia by the wrists. Please make a Strength Saving Throw, DC 17.
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