Goran spins on his heels as Klopas motions that he's leaving. "Oh yeah, the others. This place had me enthralled. So much going on but nothing at the same time. Never seen any place like it." He falls into step behind Klopas, taking one last look at the bustling hall before they leave.
On route to their meeting place he strikes up meaningless chitchat to break the silence. Otherwise, he's happy to just follow the merchant.
Brundt's ear flicks at Abrontodon's mumblings, though his face doesn't give away any indication that he heard her.
"I observe. I learn." His next words take on a slight edge and he seems to be directing them at Abrontodon. "And when deeds need doing, I do what needs to be done."
Abrontodon notes the drink placement and downs both of the ones near her.
" Ah, so much like myself. Though I'm not the most observant.......well......I am but its generally the sort of things that others don't consider important."
" Learning? Mother kind of gave up on me learning anything I was supposed to, I don't really blame her. I'm a terrible student."
" The doing? I'm good at the doing. Depending on who or what your doing obviously, but I've had no complaints yet.....well......if the doing involves breaking limbs there is a modicum of complaining but that kind of comes with the territory."
" And no, I'm not saying where I'm from. Last thing I need is word getting back home before I've made a name for myself."
Brundt looks long and hard at the two women before he puts his book away with a snort without having written so much as a word. "Fair enough. I can relate to not fitting in with your culture and traditions, and I can respect your desire to have word spread of you on your own terms. I have no more questions for now."
Klopas semi-enjoys the small talk with Goran. He reminisces of days spent at court and traveling abroad as they stroll.
"Well, if memory serves...this is the place." Klopas comments while coming to a stop a short distance from the door. "I suppose it's time. The others are likely waiting on us.."
He moves to open the door, and holds it like a doorman while gesturing for Goran to walk through first.
Brundt looks long and hard at the two women before he puts his book away with a snort without having written so much as a word. "Fair enough. I can relate to not fitting in with your culture and traditions, and I can respect your desire to have word spread of you on your own terms. I have no more questions for now."
" Questions, no. But more drink surely?"
Abrontodon puts five gold down on the table, " What'll that get us?"
As he enters the tavern, after Klopas' gracious gesture, Goran soon spots the rest of the group. Heading over he's about to order a drink when it becomes clear that there's been enough wine ordered to sink an elven city. He sits down and takes a goblet from the table. "Well met, again. Anything exciting going on here?" He swills the wine and swallows hard, draining the glass in one foul swoop. It's been months since he had anything finer than watered down milk.
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Klopas enters in with a smile & nod to Brundt. The smell of a tavern...
He scans the area and those present in it (Insight - 13 | Perception 8).
Acknowledging the gaze of what he presumes to be the Inn-Keeper & Bar-Maid, he makes his way to the table housing the intrepid adventurers with cordial bow.
"Glad to see you all in good health."Klopas chimes. "I am Klopas Threeguard, of the Threeguard Merchants, and despite our earlier encounter.. I don't believe we've all properly been introduced."
The tavern has a lighter air than many you've been to, and the fare is less heavy. You see two important looking men in togas discussing some important matters in a hushed tone, but otherwise, there doesn't seem to be anything out of the ordinary. Although, you do see two women beginning to argue about the price of food. (People argue a lot in this city, you have realized.)
Noting those in discussion and keeping a keen ear to the dealings of both pairs, Klopas takes a seat while awaiting the response of those presently before him.
"Oh, we're doing names? Brundt's mine."Brundt looks toward the exit. "Not that I think I'll be able to stick around for long. I've some business to pursue. A line of inquiry leading me to a sage's house near the edge of town. It's to do with those riders we met on the road, though I doubt you're interested in all that."
"That's a fair bit personal and complicated. I'm not quite made for traditional Setessan society, still feel some wanderlust."
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Goran spins on his heels as Klopas motions that he's leaving. "Oh yeah, the others. This place had me enthralled. So much going on but nothing at the same time. Never seen any place like it." He falls into step behind Klopas, taking one last look at the bustling hall before they leave.
On route to their meeting place he strikes up meaningless chitchat to break the silence. Otherwise, he's happy to just follow the merchant.
Abrontodon notes the drink placement and downs both of the ones near her.
" Ah, so much like myself. Though I'm not the most observant.......well......I am but its generally the sort of things that others don't consider important."
" Learning? Mother kind of gave up on me learning anything I was supposed to, I don't really blame her. I'm a terrible student."
" The doing? I'm good at the doing. Depending on who or what your doing obviously, but I've had no complaints yet.....well......if the doing involves breaking limbs there is a modicum of complaining but that kind of comes with the territory."
" And no, I'm not saying where I'm from. Last thing I need is word getting back home before I've made a name for myself."
Brundt looks long and hard at the two women before he puts his book away with a snort without having written so much as a word. "Fair enough. I can relate to not fitting in with your culture and traditions, and I can respect your desire to have word spread of you on your own terms. I have no more questions for now."
Klopas semi-enjoys the small talk with Goran. He reminisces of days spent at court and traveling abroad as they stroll.
"Well, if memory serves...this is the place." Klopas comments while coming to a stop a short distance from the door. "I suppose it's time. The others are likely waiting on us.."
He moves to open the door, and holds it like a doorman while gesturing for Goran to walk through first.
" Questions, no. But more drink surely?"
Abrontodon puts five gold down on the table, " What'll that get us?"
Diana's eyes go wide. "I can outdrink a lot of people but that a little beyond me."
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Seeing Klopas and Goran by the entrance, Brundt waves them over to the table. "Over here. I hope you're thirsty," he jokes.
As he enters the tavern, after Klopas' gracious gesture, Goran soon spots the rest of the group. Heading over he's about to order a drink when it becomes clear that there's been enough wine ordered to sink an elven city. He sits down and takes a goblet from the table. "Well met, again. Anything exciting going on here?" He swills the wine and swallows hard, draining the glass in one foul swoop. It's been months since he had anything finer than watered down milk.
Abrontodon grinned at Diana, " Lets start with 10 pitchers of wine and see where the night takes us."
Klopas enters in with a smile & nod to Brundt. The smell of a tavern...
He scans the area and those present in it (Insight - 13 | Perception 8).
Acknowledging the gaze of what he presumes to be the Inn-Keeper & Bar-Maid, he makes his way to the table housing the intrepid adventurers with cordial bow.
"Glad to see you all in good health." Klopas chimes. "I am Klopas Threeguard, of the Threeguard Merchants, and despite our earlier encounter.. I don't believe we've all properly been introduced."
Noting those in discussion and keeping a keen ear to the dealings of both pairs, Klopas takes a seat while awaiting the response of those presently before him.
"Oh, we're doing names? Brundt's mine." Brundt looks toward the exit. "Not that I think I'll be able to stick around for long. I've some business to pursue. A line of inquiry leading me to a sage's house near the edge of town. It's to do with those riders we met on the road, though I doubt you're interested in all that."
" Abrontodon. I'm always interested in people that try to kill me."
If they were heading off Abrontodon attempts to consume her two pitchers at speed and grabs a loaf of eliopsomo to soak it up on the way.
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Nat 1....that'll be messy... )