Liam blinks at the sight of the table shifting...and blinks again several times when the pile of gold is revealed. He then takes off his glances and gives them a good rub on the sleeve of his robe and replaces them on his nose.
He blinks a few more times when the gold is still there.
"Uh...uh, excuse me, Sir Venixia?" he finally stammers out, feeling uncharacteristically unprepared for this turn of events. "How much gold did you just say?"
Even as he's stunned by the offer that's being made, Liam is trying to ascertain just how much gold there is in front of them, to see if it matches up with what Ruven says.
Perception:17
Edit: Apparently he's a bit too stunned to get an accurate count...
Ruven smirks slightly at the responses. “Three hundred gold each, when you divide that down. I am pleased you all seem on board. I will leave you to the rest of your afternoon to prepare however you wish. We shall depart in the morning from the Western docs, 0800 sharp.. I look forward to seeing you then.”
With one last deep bow, he turns slowly before briskly walking off, out of your booth.
Feel free to to talk among yourselves about the up coming mission. What I’m going to do is offer up what is available for you to purchase in Waterdeep before you leave. That’s right boys and girls, you get to go -shoppinggggg-! Just keep in mind I am trusting you with money balances and encumbranc. :)
Liam's mouth hangs open as the well-dressed elf leaves the table as suddenly as he approached it, forcing him to leave his newfound onslaught of questions unasked.
After a moment he looks in Crispy's direction, meeting her indignant gaze at his attempt to curb her enthusiasm. With a resigned sigh he waves his arm to indicate she should have at it again.
"Well go ahead then," he says to her, "since it seems your enthusiasm has gotten us hooked into yet another mess with no information."
Chubby spends a minute pondering the situation. That gold would sure go a long way towards upgrading the clan’s brewing equipment. But what’s the catch? That’s an awful large amount of gold for a simple mapping expedition hired hand. Chubby whistles through his teeth. “That’sadandy proposition, my good sir. Dandy indeed. However , what’s the catch? Expecting trouble on this new land expedition? Got some natives to rustle up and out?”
Chubby then leans over to Crispy and says with a grin “A loan is what you’re after, then? I offer the finest interest rates in town, my good friend!”
Gregor lets the elf speak his proposition, and carefully and unusually silently counts out his portion of the initial share. He looks around the Inn critically, as if seeing it for the first time, before turning back to his teammates with his customary toothy (or in his case, fangy due to his orcish ancestry) grin.
"Do not look at present pony in the ears my friends, questions can be asked of new friend when we sail, no? For now we take advantage of comfy beds, and fancy drinks before we are back in camp rolls and traveling rations. Gregor will wave the beautiful lass over for another round of drinks to celebrate employment, yes?"
Out of curiosity, how do you do rolls for gambling, if you would allow Gregor to do it in the first place, especially if Gregor carry around loaded dice and decks?
Chubby, continuing to stare at the pile of gold, picks up his fork and begins to clean out the lamb shank stuck in his teeth. His large girth barely fitting on the chair, with half of his body spilling over each side. Suddenly, the chair lets out a loud groan, and proceeds to completely shatter under his weight. Clearly, this restaurant was designed and built by whispy elves! “Oops. Sorry.” Chubby apologizes to no one in particular. He then proceeds to collect his share of the gold, stuffs it into his backpack, drops a gold coin on the table, and walks over to the bar for another cider.
Out of curiosity, how do you do rolls for gambling, if you would allow Gregor to do it in the first place, especially if Gregor carry around loaded dice and decks?
I think a slight of hand check vs the opponents perception would do. If successful, you then roll with advantage for the outcome :)
30 minutes and 5 ciders later, Chubby gathers his things, and proceeds to exit the bar. He asks around, and proceeds to bring his new found wealth to a local reputable bank, intending to deposit it. 300 gold, even for someone of Chubby’s strength, is a mighty load of burden. As he hands over the gold to the teller, he manages to rub two together, for good luck, all the while imagining the new brewing equipment he plans on purchasing when he returns.
"I'm not concerned about your age, Nia, just your small frame's ability to handle an excessive amount of spirits. One with your measure of magical ability should not so lightly cast aside their wits. Considerable harm could easily follow, either to you or people around you." He takes another small sip from his glass. "Which DOES incidentally include me at the moment."
Gregor watches Chubby leave before he is able to wave over an employee, and lets out a small sigh (whats small for him could be considered a loud groan for a human), and turns to the remaining party members.
"Tiny dwarf man is right, this is lot of money, should save instead of play. Gregor go hide it somewhere safe, make sure you no drink so much, big job early tomorrow yes?"
And with that, Gregor walks out the establishment with his large sack jiggling merrily along with his jewelry.
Crispy gets up and lets out a loud burp. "Man, that was some good food and ale. Are we done here? Someone's gotta keep an eye on Chubbs. I'll be with him. Never know when he'll break more furniture. Or cover me in a fight."
Watching his companions walk away before any discussion of the next day's activities could be had, Liam rubs his temples once again before looking at Nia.
"Are you about ready to leave now too? Or do you want to continue to eat a bit more?"
Liam blinks at the sight of the table shifting...and blinks again several times when the pile of gold is revealed. He then takes off his glances and gives them a good rub on the sleeve of his robe and replaces them on his nose.
He blinks a few more times when the gold is still there.
"Uh...uh, excuse me, Sir Venixia?" he finally stammers out, feeling uncharacteristically unprepared for this turn of events. "How much gold did you just say?"
Even as he's stunned by the offer that's being made, Liam is trying to ascertain just how much gold there is in front of them, to see if it matches up with what Ruven says.
Perception: 17
Edit: Apparently he's a bit too stunned to get an accurate count...
Crispy starts grabbing her share.
"Chubb, i'm taking a bit from your stash. Friend tax!"
With a muttered word and a wave of his hand, Liam uses Mage Hand to swat Crispy's hands away from the gold, all without looking at her.
"Let's please wait and be sure we agree to this endeavor before we get greedy, alright Crispy?"
Ruven smirks slightly at the responses. “Three hundred gold each, when you divide that down. I am pleased you all seem on board. I will leave you to the rest of your afternoon to prepare however you wish. We shall depart in the morning from the Western docs, 0800 sharp.. I look forward to seeing you then.”
With one last deep bow, he turns slowly before briskly walking off, out of your booth.
Feel free to to talk among yourselves about the up coming mission. What I’m going to do is offer up what is available for you to purchase in Waterdeep before you leave. That’s right boys and girls, you get to go -shoppinggggg-! Just keep in mind I am trusting you with money balances and encumbranc. :)
"CoS" Rumble- Tabaxi Shadow Monk
Liam's mouth hangs open as the well-dressed elf leaves the table as suddenly as he approached it, forcing him to leave his newfound onslaught of questions unasked.
After a moment he looks in Crispy's direction, meeting her indignant gaze at his attempt to curb her enthusiasm. With a resigned sigh he waves his arm to indicate she should have at it again.
"Well go ahead then," he says to her, "since it seems your enthusiasm has gotten us hooked into yet another mess with no information."
Chubby spends a minute pondering the situation. That gold would sure go a long way towards upgrading the clan’s brewing equipment. But what’s the catch? That’s an awful large amount of gold for a simple mapping expedition hired hand. Chubby whistles through his teeth. “That’s a dandy proposition, my good sir. Dandy indeed. However , what’s the catch? Expecting trouble on this new land expedition? Got some natives to rustle up and out?”
Chubby then leans over to Crispy and says with a grin “A loan is what you’re after, then? I offer the finest interest rates in town, my good friend!”
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
Crispy gives Liam a look like it was obvious, but smiles regardless and rubs her hand, turning to Chubby.
"A loan!? You should be paying ME for the pleasure of my company."
Gregor lets the elf speak his proposition, and carefully and unusually silently counts out his portion of the initial share. He looks around the Inn critically, as if seeing it for the first time, before turning back to his teammates with his customary toothy (or in his case, fangy due to his orcish ancestry) grin.
"Do not look at present pony in the ears my friends, questions can be asked of new friend when we sail, no? For now we take advantage of comfy beds, and fancy drinks before we are back in camp rolls and traveling rations. Gregor will wave the beautiful lass over for another round of drinks to celebrate employment, yes?"
Out of curiosity, how do you do rolls for gambling, if you would allow Gregor to do it in the first place, especially if Gregor carry around loaded dice and decks?
Chubby, continuing to stare at the pile of gold, picks up his fork and begins to clean out the lamb shank stuck in his teeth. His large girth barely fitting on the chair, with half of his body spilling over each side. Suddenly, the chair lets out a loud groan, and proceeds to completely shatter under his weight. Clearly, this restaurant was designed and built by whispy elves! “Oops. Sorry.” Chubby apologizes to no one in particular. He then proceeds to collect his share of the gold, stuffs it into his backpack, drops a gold coin on the table, and walks over to the bar for another cider.
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
Crispy laughs as she watches Chubby get up and walk over to the bar.
"Sounds good. I'm all up for 300 gold and a chance to blow things up." Nia said with a drunken grin.
I think a slight of hand check vs the opponents perception would do. If successful, you then roll with advantage for the outcome :)
"CoS" Rumble- Tabaxi Shadow Monk
"Let's avoid blowing anything up until you're at least sober again, alright, Nia?"
Liam leans forward and begins to count out his share. He let's out another sigh when Chubb crashes to the floor.
Upon hearing Gregor's question, Liam shakes his head. "No more for me, thanks. SOMEONE among us should be keeping their wits about them."
He casts a sidelong glance at Nia. "And I think that's enough for you too, little miss. You're already begging for a hangover as is."
30 minutes and 5 ciders later, Chubby gathers his things, and proceeds to exit the bar. He asks around, and proceeds to bring his new found wealth to a local reputable bank, intending to deposit it. 300 gold, even for someone of Chubby’s strength, is a mighty load of burden. As he hands over the gold to the teller, he manages to rub two together, for good luck, all the while imagining the new brewing equipment he plans on purchasing when he returns.
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
Nia points a finger at Liam. "Hey! I'm 15. In some kingdoms that's old enough to do stuff."
Liam rolls his eyes at the familiar argument.
"I'm not concerned about your age, Nia, just your small frame's ability to handle an excessive amount of spirits. One with your measure of magical ability should not so lightly cast aside their wits. Considerable harm could easily follow, either to you or people around you." He takes another small sip from his glass. "Which DOES incidentally include me at the moment."
Gregor watches Chubby leave before he is able to wave over an employee, and lets out a small sigh (whats small for him could be considered a loud groan for a human), and turns to the remaining party members.
"Tiny dwarf man is right, this is lot of money, should save instead of play. Gregor go hide it somewhere safe, make sure you no drink so much, big job early tomorrow yes?"
And with that, Gregor walks out the establishment with his large sack jiggling merrily along with his jewelry.
Crispy gets up and lets out a loud burp. "Man, that was some good food and ale. Are we done here? Someone's gotta keep an eye on Chubbs. I'll be with him. Never know when he'll break more furniture. Or cover me in a fight."
Watching his companions walk away before any discussion of the next day's activities could be had, Liam rubs his temples once again before looking at Nia.
"Are you about ready to leave now too? Or do you want to continue to eat a bit more?"
Nia quickly shoves a buttered herb bread roll into her mouth and attempts to say "I'm ready, let's go!" around the bread.