Gell eyes the duo before folding his arms.

"You two look green. Are you sure you up for this? I cannot promise you will make it back alive."

He quirks a brow at Matrim. 

"Especially you. No offense. And if not, no promise of being able to resurrect you either." 

"Ah, well I don't plan on shooting the thing, all I have to do is find out where one is and take a quick gander for my fifty gold, right?"

(Magical Mystery Tour - Repost, where it won't get burried as quickly.)

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NOTICE:

I've adjusted the maximum number of items characters can carry by one.

(On suddenly realizing level-2 characters haven't received magic item rewards.)

Gorbal laughs. "Maybe next time aye?" he grins accepting a pint of mead. 

Following Jac to the table he frowns slightly. "Wyvern hunting?" he says, catching the last part of what Gek says. "I've got a couple things to sort out in the city. Perhaps when I'm more capable." he chuckles. He raises his pint glass at Matrim in respect. 

With a deep belly laugh he offers matrim a cup. “My friend you fought well, I would love to fight beside you Gorbal. Hello there my halfling friend. I believe the hunt would go well with him along Gell. I hunger for the blood and scale of any metallic Dragonkind so if we find one then no fear of death can stop me.”

“And if your referring to my hide it’s emerald not green and he is a halfling all flesh colored.” He offers Gell a cup of mead and a seat at the table with his company and says. “ I don’t know much about wyverns but I’m good at killing things. Especially the big scaled kind.”

Gorbal bows deeply. Pondering a moment before taking a solid sip of his mead. 

"In that case. Sure why not?" he chuckles. "What proof will you need we got em?" he asks Gell. 

Crassus purchases some ale and goes over to find Fin. "That was some nice work you did back in the arena. Especially with the owl. When the battle started, I didn't think that it would do any good, but it helped me out a few times, so I have to give it props. What's it's name?"

“And now we have a dwarf who is also fleshy colored, no green here friend. What do you say sir?”

Fin

After her win Fin makes her way back to The Glory. On her way she spots the Top Hat selling spell scrolls. "I'll take a sleep scroll please. How soon will that be ready?"

Next she looks around for Marmaduke "Looks like you had some competition move in. Either way I'd still like a magic missile scroll. Please."

Having finished with her shopping she heads up to the bar. Giving Marvarax a large smile. "We are celebrating this time lass! I'll take the best glass of rum nine silver can buy!" As Crassus starts praising Fetsu the snowy white owl sits up a bit taller on Fin's shoulder and puffs his chest out. "His name's Fetsu. You keep talking him up that way and he'll have a hard time flying from having such a big head. Maybe he could still be of use as a figurehead though." With that Fetsu nips at Fin's long elvish ear and hops over to the Half-orcs shoulder instead. Laughing Fin goes on"Looks like he likes you better than me. Little mutineer. You did quite a bit of work with that axe of yours friend."

The top hat smirks. “I’ve got other orders. You’ll get it in a week and a day, alright? Got to make this Shield and Haste scroll. Just give the money to the raven, I’ll get it.”

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"Ah, well I don't plan on shooting the thing, all I have to do is find out where one is and take a quick gander for my fifty gold, right?"

 Gell nodded faintly in agreement.

"And return with that information on the location. Preferably marked on a map."

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“And if your referring to my hide it’s emerald not green and he is a halfling all flesh colored.” He offers Gell a cup of mead and a seat at the table with his company and says. “ I don’t know much about wyverns but I’m good at killing things. Especially the big scaled kind.”

 When offered drink, Gell politely refuses it. 

"You have a great deal of faith in your skills. That's good. Great even."

The masked half-something or other leans in and locks his fingers together.

"I hope its well placed. Now back to business."

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Gorbal bows deeply. Pondering a moment before taking a solid sip of his mead. 

"In that case. Sure why not?" he chuckles. "What proof will you need we got em?" he asks Gell. 

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“And now we have a dwarf who is also fleshy colored, no green here friend. What do you say sir?”

 Gell lets out a raspy chuckle. 

"I say the more the merrier. But lets not put the cart before the horse. There is still the matter of finding one first. I won't be able to accompany you on the initial search. But if after finding good intel, and bringing back proof -- be it discarded scales, or coming back with a magical means of actively tracking it -- and at least some of you still wish to play guide afterwards, then... You're hired."

He leans back in his seat and starts digging out a few pouches of gold. He eyes them all one last time before setting them on the table before each competitor.

"Twenty-five now each for the first half, to start you off. Ultimately, how you decide to go about learning the creatures whereabouts is of no consequence to me. Just don't expect me to bail you out for any mischief."

Bah! I almost died! TWICE!

Deceit walks up to her teammates with a smile

But hey, i got me a kill, and a win. I thank both of you for that. We really gave them a good fight.

Crassus pets Fetsu after he flies onto his shoulder. "I've never been much with animals, so stealing him from you is definitely quite the accomplishment. Axes, though, I've always had a talent with them. Name's Crassus, by the way."

Bah! I almost died! TWICE!

Deceit walks up to her teammates with a smile

But hey, i got me a kill, and a win. I thank both of you for that. We really gave them a good fight.

(25 gp advance? How generous)

Matrim takes the gold with a grin and a bow, making the pouch disappear up one of his shirt sleeves. Sleight of Hand: 22

"I'm no magician, so how about I find you one and bring you to it, and then I'll collect both the finder's and guide's fees then?"

With that, he'll put on his brown hat, a wide brimmed one with a flat top, and head out into the wilderness. Survival: 15

Perception: 15

Nature?: 15

Stealth: 14

He leaves markings in Thieves' Cant behind him to mark the path, should he find a trail leading to a wyvern.

“Well Gorbal looks like we have time to do some things in town first.” Jac reaches for his pouch and stands and proceeded securing it in his sporran. He picks up the keg to his shoulder, then fills his cup. I’ll start at the library I’ll be around feel free to join me for a drink.” The Dragonborn heads for the library.

Seeing the halfling move out he will instead accompany him waving to Gorbal to join them instead.

Survival: 3  

Perception: 8  

Nature: 20 

"You only almost died. In my experience, stories about fights are always better when you almost die." Crassus says to his new teammate. "I hope that you don't get as beat up in the next fight you get in. Unless it's against me of course, then I'll kick your ass." Crassus smiles after saying that last part. "Name's Crassus. What's yours?"

Fin

Replying to Top Hat "You're pretty new around here. How am i supposed to know you aren't just going to run off with my coin? If you still want to take the order I'll be happy to pay after I see the scroll. Happy to come back in a week in a day or not if that's not going to work for you"

Gell feels a heavy hand clap down on his shoulder.

"I will help you fight this wyvern, brother, though I doubt you'll find my scouting skills of much use."