Listening to Sarya, Dwalt is lost in thought. After a moment he says. "Well, I'll agree with ya though, these casks represent a thrivin' business ta tha rest of Ten Towns ya may not know about. Goodmead can't make enough honeymead ta fill tha bottomless pits that serve as most peoples guts around these parts." Dwalt pauses again. "Kendrick is dead an' his murder has been avenged. I figure the shipments will start since tha threat is stopped fer now." he says. Dwalt turns to Sarya and remarks."Most heroes I heard of are dead."
Dwalt will wonder off and talk to a couple of folks he may know about what has been going on since the party set out.
Many gather around Dwalt, some simply wanted to get close enough to say thanks and "you are the best!""I'll remember this next time you try to sell those hairy pelts you always carry around!" "I know you weren't that close to Kendrick, but he would be very proud of you right now" - SaysKendrick's widow. Some friendlier lads would keep on joking about the quality of your pelts and how you should continue adventuring, some older woman will just plainly say thank you. As you inquiry about what happened when you were gone they mostly share the same story: "there's little to do, with no mead to sell, we can't buy more ingredients to brew more Mead" "Knucklehead trouts haven't been biting at all, we will need to start chopping the trees down to sell them but that's the only thing helping us to break the intense wind and cold"
Sarya gives Tysris a confused smile and a giggle over his peculiar saying. As Dwalt wanders off to greet the townfolk so does she do, trying to tug Ghathi along with her for support, telling the townsfolk of their adventures and the bravery of their companions, hoping to get the town to pay the heroes a reward for their services rendered to Goodmead. Persuasion: 25 (rolled with advantage should Ghathi support her with a help action, otherwise go with first roll)
Sarya encountered a similar scenario but the locals where attracted to the people they knew like Dwalt and Grimm to display more effusive signs of affection and gratitude, but the rest of the party were also acknowledged.
An old man, stern looking but also frail due to the time he's been alive and maybe several fights - "You did a good thing, killing the behemoth will allow us to continue working but more importantly it will allow Kendrick's soul to rest...my son never backed down from a fight and he knew we were lost if he would've allowed the Verbeeg to escape with our precious mead...I have something that I was saving for him, he was expecting a child but his wife lost the baby the night Kendrick died...maybe the kid knew that without him he wouldn't survive around here, maybe the gods are kinder that they have us believe with this never-ending winter...here take this" The old man hands you a bag with coins, heavy but you still manage to hold it. "It's not much, but we have almost nothing, I wanted Kendrick to travel to Bryn Shander and buy one of those heavy blankets that they sell over there and maybe enough materials to build the baby a nice crib...but, they won't be needing that anymore and it feels bad to use this money for myself...take it please"
The bag contains 40 gp 15 sp 100 cp
Besides the old man, no one else offers anything as a reward or in return but you see with their demeanor how they assume that the casks are for the town - some of the stronger man of the town are getting close to the casks to "help" you move them back to the main hall. They aren't forcing anything or trying to intimidate the party, it really seems that they are assuming that you brought this for them. - so they won't do anything if you stop them in the process.
Sarya looks up at Ghathi beside her. "We can't accept this right? It should go to Kendrick's widow now don't you think?" She says in a lowered voice. As she sees the townsfolk starting to take their casks she certainly doesn't do anything to stop them.
Ghathi nods to Sarya, "Yes, the gesture is appreciated, but best that this money go to support Kendrick's widow. I think we can manage without it." He also has no interest in stopping the townsfolk from taking the mead.
Sarya smiles at Ghathi, seemingly a bit relieved, and turns back to the old man. "We thank you for your generosity but this will surely be needed by your son's widow now in her time of grief and need." She says, handing the bag of coins back to the old man. "We're just glad we could be of help to Goodmead."
Darby wants to argue at them returning the coin without at least considering if they should at least keep some of it to purchase supplies for an extended stay in the cold. He then considers that if the towns people are grateful or perhaps even feel indebted to them, being generous could lead to him making contacts for some of goods the Dale is known to sell. "At the very least with the return of these casks could perhaps one be spared for a celebration of both the return of the mead and the avenging of those who were slain by the vile bests?"
Grim nods with Sarya and Ghathi. "I won't speak for everyone, but my share can go to Kendrick's widow. She's been through enough."
He also agrees with Darby, "I'm sure it's fitting to save at least one cask for a celebration. Gods know there's been little enough to celebrate the past year."
Tysris turns and looks at everyone, “I’m just glad we made it. I owe my life to you kind people. I would’ve been next for that big chunguth if you folk hadnta come along! If there is any portion that is mine, give it to Kendrick’th widow, pleathe? But I would like to thample that mead, and thelebrate being alive!” Tysris is in good spirits indeed.
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Sarya turns to the others in the team after handing back the coins. "Yes, sorry, you should all have had your say in this. I hope you are okay with not taking that particular reward, please say if you're not and I will try to make it up to you. But I agree, a celebration of some kind could perhaps be in order." She says with a smile, hoping the townsfolk would come to the same conclusion.
The people continue unloading the casks and after finishing, Shander Froth (a red-bearded shield dwarf) makes some noise to get everyone's attention, he then continues:
"Friends! thanks to this group of adventurers, to Dwalt and Grim Goodmead will surely get to thrive once more, we can't pay but I think I speak with the voice of everyone here that as long as we live you will always have a place to stay, eat and well - he looks at the casks - drink. Lets celebrate today...we don't get to see the sun much time these days but I can surely feel like we've seen it today!"
Several people cheered (but not everyone) still the good vibes where enough to pass on to every villager and with this little encouragement to relax and celebrate everyone gather and push you to the place where you meet Grim which now seemed to be a bit to small to hold everyone.
They quickly started a fire to cook some of the fish that were caught (not enough to make a living for the whole town but since te mead was back the menu was better than the last times you visited the place). More people visited your table and expressed their gratitude and after a while the Dwarf who gave the small speech before also joined you and said:
"you did bring hope back here, I'm nothing compared to Kendrick but with your help I'm sure I'll become the new town speaker and make sure that nothing bring us down again, we can't give you any money now but I'm sure we can make a deal payable in the near future..."
While this happened, Dwalt received the visit of Olivessa Untapoor, an old friend who works fabricating the casks for the mead. Her skin was dark and she was known to come from Chult, but her family migrated here a long time ago, almost tracing her origin back to the founding of the many of the tentowns. "Dwalt, come join us...Shander is taking all the spotlight again..." (Dwalt hates Shandar's guts)
Sarya would feast and drink, bringing her to a cheerful mood, trying to socialize a bit with the townsfolk but never straying too far from Ghathi's side. She nods and thanks the red-bearded shield dwarf for his concern. "We're just glad the community will survive, I think we might move on to the next town soon." She says politely before returning to feast and drink with her friends. "A toast to our hosts Grim and Dwalt." She says, standing up and raising her tankard. "Hey, where is Dwalt?" She adds, looking around the room.
Dwalt smiles when Olivessa comes to visit. "Hello there darling" he says to the old friend.
"Dwalt, come join us...Shander is taking all the spotlight again..."
Dwalt frowns. "I figured he would" he tells Olivessa. "He's tryin' ta make his way ta tha headman's seat." Dwalt pauses. "I ain't too much fer celebratin' since it's fer gettin ' tha casks back an' puttin' money in folks pockets, instead of holdin' some respect fer Kendrick an' him losin' his life tryin' ta face down tha Verbeeg. Folks are a bit too self servin' fer my tastes." Dwalt says nothing for a minute.
"By tha way, who else is everyone lookin' to fer tha headman's seat?" he asks.
Dwalt smiles when Olivessa comes to visit. "Hello there darling" he says to the old friend.
"Dwalt, come join us...Shander is taking all the spotlight again..."
Dwalt frowns. "I figured he would" he tells Olivessa. "He's tryin' ta make his way ta tha headman's seat." Dwalt pauses. "I ain't too much fer celebratin' since it's fer gettin ' tha casks back an' puttin' money in folks pockets, instead of holdin' some respect fer Kendrick an' him losin' his life tryin' ta face down tha Verbeeg. Folks are a bit too self servin' fer my tastes." Dwalt says nothing for a minute.
"By tha way, who else is everyone lookin' to fer tha headman's seat?" he asks.
Dwalt frowns. "I figured he would" he tells Olivessa. "He's tryin' ta make his way ta tha headman's seat." Olivessa barely pushed open Dwalt's door as she nows that sometimes he rather be left alone, she leans to the frame of the door looking back at the building where everyone got together and says with a soft voice , showing how annoyed and tired of Shander's behavior- "Yes, he surely is..." - "By tha way, who else is everyone lookin' to fer tha headman's seat?" he asks "Well, if it wasn't for a stubborn pelter, people wouldn't started considering me as well...but you know I'm not fit for that kind of thing. I ain't no where near as strong as Kendrick was and all I know to do is build stupid casks, not even brew mead which is the actual name of the town that we live in! all I have going on for me is what my ancestors did when they got here" - She notices how weak she sounded and immediately stopped leaning on the frame and opened the door completely - "Are you going to join me for a drink or not? 'cause I'm ready to start taking a bit of that hope that you brought back after a terrible week and you should cut some slack to the rest as well, you've always been fine coming and going but that's what makes you special, we aren't like that."
Grim will genuinely celebrate with the people, though with some reserve. Though he doesn't know Shandar very well, the dwarf seems ready to use the party's success to further his chances at becoming the next Speaker. Grim shrugs at the thought. While he considers himself a Ten Towner, the politics of any individual town is not of particular interest to him. In his lifetime there had been plenty of self-serving Speakers who had done well by their town and plenty of well-meaning Speakers who had led to ruin. He was less concerned with the individual justice than with the good of the town and its people.
Dwalt nods. "One drink fer Kendrick then I'm back here." he says.
Dwalt walks with Olivessa back to the gathering. As he walks with her he does a bit of small talk but is thinking mostly. Prior to their arrival,
"Ya know, people don't put their stock in what jobs folks do, around here." he tells her without looking over at Olivessa. "They put their trust in people an' how they are. They followed Kendrick fer his strength an' a bit of fairness he had about 'em. If'n folk are coming ta you and saying you should be headman, then I'd wager its fer tha same reason."
Dwalt pauses for a moment then says. "An' I think ya would be more fair ta folks than Shandar intends ta be, cask maker or not."
With that Dwalt whistles a tune he heard from some passing bard once or twice and goes inside to mingle with the good folk of Goodmead.
Tysris drinks his mead and joins in the celebration, "To Dwalt and Grim!" but stays respectfully quiet when other matters are discussed, he seems to be out of the loop, but he listens carefully.
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Ghathi will enjoy one drink, which he nurses for most of the evening. He sits near Sarya and mostly sits back and enjoys watching the cheerful mood of the place. "I'm not sure Dwalt was interested in the celebration," he says to Sarya when she asks where he went.
"Oh, I see." Sarya says to Ghathi, sounding a little worried. "Hey there he is." She says, perking up again as she sees Dwalt entering the tavern. "Hey Dwalt, come and join us, we were just drinking your toast."
With all the people taking some time to celebrate it was hard to notice that Hlin was already at the building as she usually spend her time at Goodmead, she wasn't bothered by the unusual conmotion but walked next to Grim and said - "You guys were great, Verbeeg's are hard to deal with I imagine you had to be sneaky to get the job done...I would've done that" - says with a smile - " Some politics are bound to happen here with the whole Kendrick's deal bean solved, he'll be put to rest and the people will need to move on. Anyways...hopefully you don't settle just now after a couple of succesfull chores I heard there's a lot to do in the rest of the tentowns, lots of things going on around the dale"
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Many gather around Dwalt, some simply wanted to get close enough to say thanks and "you are the best!" "I'll remember this next time you try to sell those hairy pelts you always carry around!" "I know you weren't that close to Kendrick, but he would be very proud of you right now" - Says Kendrick's widow. Some friendlier lads would keep on joking about the quality of your pelts and how you should continue adventuring, some older woman will just plainly say thank you. As you inquiry about what happened when you were gone they mostly share the same story: "there's little to do, with no mead to sell, we can't buy more ingredients to brew more Mead" "Knucklehead trouts haven't been biting at all, we will need to start chopping the trees down to sell them but that's the only thing helping us to break the intense wind and cold"
Sarya encountered a similar scenario but the locals where attracted to the people they knew like Dwalt and Grimm to display more effusive signs of affection and gratitude, but the rest of the party were also acknowledged.
An old man, stern looking but also frail due to the time he's been alive and maybe several fights - "You did a good thing, killing the behemoth will allow us to continue working but more importantly it will allow Kendrick's soul to rest...my son never backed down from a fight and he knew we were lost if he would've allowed the Verbeeg to escape with our precious mead...I have something that I was saving for him, he was expecting a child but his wife lost the baby the night Kendrick died...maybe the kid knew that without him he wouldn't survive around here, maybe the gods are kinder that they have us believe with this never-ending winter...here take this" The old man hands you a bag with coins, heavy but you still manage to hold it. "It's not much, but we have almost nothing, I wanted Kendrick to travel to Bryn Shander and buy one of those heavy blankets that they sell over there and maybe enough materials to build the baby a nice crib...but, they won't be needing that anymore and it feels bad to use this money for myself...take it please"
The bag contains 40 gp 15 sp 100 cp
Besides the old man, no one else offers anything as a reward or in return but you see with their demeanor how they assume that the casks are for the town - some of the stronger man of the town are getting close to the casks to "help" you move them back to the main hall. They aren't forcing anything or trying to intimidate the party, it really seems that they are assuming that you brought this for them. - so they won't do anything if you stop them in the process.
Sarya looks up at Ghathi beside her. "We can't accept this right? It should go to Kendrick's widow now don't you think?" She says in a lowered voice.
As she sees the townsfolk starting to take their casks she certainly doesn't do anything to stop them.
Ghathi nods to Sarya, "Yes, the gesture is appreciated, but best that this money go to support Kendrick's widow. I think we can manage without it." He also has no interest in stopping the townsfolk from taking the mead.
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Sarya smiles at Ghathi, seemingly a bit relieved, and turns back to the old man. "We thank you for your generosity but this will surely be needed by your son's widow now in her time of grief and need." She says, handing the bag of coins back to the old man. "We're just glad we could be of help to Goodmead."
Darby wants to argue at them returning the coin without at least considering if they should at least keep some of it to purchase supplies for an extended stay in the cold. He then considers that if the towns people are grateful or perhaps even feel indebted to them, being generous could lead to him making contacts for some of goods the Dale is known to sell. "At the very least with the return of these casks could perhaps one be spared for a celebration of both the return of the mead and the avenging of those who were slain by the vile bests?"
Grim nods with Sarya and Ghathi. "I won't speak for everyone, but my share can go to Kendrick's widow. She's been through enough."
He also agrees with Darby, "I'm sure it's fitting to save at least one cask for a celebration. Gods know there's been little enough to celebrate the past year."
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Grim will also want to make sure the animals they brought are divided to families or individuals who can use them and will treat them well.
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Tysris turns and looks at everyone, “I’m just glad we made it. I owe my life to you kind people. I would’ve been next for that big chunguth if you folk hadnta come along! If there is any portion that is mine, give it to Kendrick’th widow, pleathe? But I would like to thample that mead, and thelebrate being alive!” Tysris is in good spirits indeed.
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Sarya turns to the others in the team after handing back the coins. "Yes, sorry, you should all have had your say in this. I hope you are okay with not taking that particular reward, please say if you're not and I will try to make it up to you. But I agree, a celebration of some kind could perhaps be in order." She says with a smile, hoping the townsfolk would come to the same conclusion.
Dwalt shakes his head and heads off to his little home to think and dream of places with less snow and more forest.
The people continue unloading the casks and after finishing, Shander Froth (a red-bearded shield dwarf) makes some noise to get everyone's attention, he then continues:
"Friends! thanks to this group of adventurers, to Dwalt and Grim Goodmead will surely get to thrive once more, we can't pay but I think I speak with the voice of everyone here that as long as we live you will always have a place to stay, eat and well - he looks at the casks - drink. Lets celebrate today...we don't get to see the sun much time these days but I can surely feel like we've seen it today!"
Several people cheered (but not everyone) still the good vibes where enough to pass on to every villager and with this little encouragement to relax and celebrate everyone gather and push you to the place where you meet Grim which now seemed to be a bit to small to hold everyone.
They quickly started a fire to cook some of the fish that were caught (not enough to make a living for the whole town but since te mead was back the menu was better than the last times you visited the place). More people visited your table and expressed their gratitude and after a while the Dwarf who gave the small speech before also joined you and said:
"you did bring hope back here, I'm nothing compared to Kendrick but with your help I'm sure I'll become the new town speaker and make sure that nothing bring us down again, we can't give you any money now but I'm sure we can make a deal payable in the near future..."
While this happened, Dwalt received the visit of Olivessa Untapoor, an old friend who works fabricating the casks for the mead. Her skin was dark and she was known to come from Chult, but her family migrated here a long time ago, almost tracing her origin back to the founding of the many of the tentowns.
"Dwalt, come join us...Shander is taking all the spotlight again..." (Dwalt hates Shandar's guts)
Sarya would feast and drink, bringing her to a cheerful mood, trying to socialize a bit with the townsfolk but never straying too far from Ghathi's side. She nods and thanks the red-bearded shield dwarf for his concern. "We're just glad the community will survive, I think we might move on to the next town soon." She says politely before returning to feast and drink with her friends. "A toast to our hosts Grim and Dwalt." She says, standing up and raising her tankard. "Hey, where is Dwalt?" She adds, looking around the room.
Dwalt smiles when Olivessa comes to visit.
"Hello there darling" he says to the old friend.
"Dwalt, come join us...Shander is taking all the spotlight again..."
Dwalt frowns. "I figured he would" he tells Olivessa. "He's tryin' ta make his way ta tha headman's seat."
Dwalt pauses.
"I ain't too much fer celebratin' since it's fer gettin ' tha casks back an' puttin' money in folks pockets, instead of holdin' some respect fer Kendrick an' him losin' his life tryin' ta face down tha Verbeeg. Folks are a bit too self servin' fer my tastes." Dwalt says nothing for a minute.
"By tha way, who else is everyone lookin' to fer tha headman's seat?" he asks.
Dwalt frowns. "I figured he would" he tells Olivessa. "He's tryin' ta make his way ta tha headman's seat."
Olivessa barely pushed open Dwalt's door as she nows that sometimes he rather be left alone, she leans to the frame of the door looking back at the building where everyone got together and says with a soft voice , showing how annoyed and tired of Shander's behavior- "Yes, he surely is..." -
"By tha way, who else is everyone lookin' to fer tha headman's seat?" he asks
"Well, if it wasn't for a stubborn pelter, people wouldn't started considering me as well...but you know I'm not fit for that kind of thing. I ain't no where near as strong as Kendrick was and all I know to do is build stupid casks, not even brew mead which is the actual name of the town that we live in! all I have going on for me is what my ancestors did when they got here" - She notices how weak she sounded and immediately stopped leaning on the frame and opened the door completely - "Are you going to join me for a drink or not? 'cause I'm ready to start taking a bit of that hope that you brought back after a terrible week and you should cut some slack to the rest as well, you've always been fine coming and going but that's what makes you special, we aren't like that."
Grim will genuinely celebrate with the people, though with some reserve. Though he doesn't know Shandar very well, the dwarf seems ready to use the party's success to further his chances at becoming the next Speaker. Grim shrugs at the thought. While he considers himself a Ten Towner, the politics of any individual town is not of particular interest to him. In his lifetime there had been plenty of self-serving Speakers who had done well by their town and plenty of well-meaning Speakers who had led to ruin. He was less concerned with the individual justice than with the good of the town and its people.
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Dwalt nods. "One drink fer Kendrick then I'm back here." he says.
Dwalt walks with Olivessa back to the gathering. As he walks with her he does a bit of small talk but is thinking mostly. Prior to their arrival,
"Ya know, people don't put their stock in what jobs folks do, around here." he tells her without looking over at Olivessa. "They put their trust in people an' how they are. They followed Kendrick fer his strength an' a bit of fairness he had about 'em. If'n folk are coming ta you and saying you should be headman, then I'd wager its fer tha same reason."
Dwalt pauses for a moment then says. "An' I think ya would be more fair ta folks than Shandar intends ta be, cask maker or not."
With that Dwalt whistles a tune he heard from some passing bard once or twice and goes inside to mingle with the good folk of Goodmead.
Tysris drinks his mead and joins in the celebration, "To Dwalt and Grim!" but stays respectfully quiet when other matters are discussed, he seems to be out of the loop, but he listens carefully.
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Ghathi will enjoy one drink, which he nurses for most of the evening. He sits near Sarya and mostly sits back and enjoys watching the cheerful mood of the place. "I'm not sure Dwalt was interested in the celebration," he says to Sarya when she asks where he went.
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"Oh, I see." Sarya says to Ghathi, sounding a little worried. "Hey there he is." She says, perking up again as she sees Dwalt entering the tavern. "Hey Dwalt, come and join us, we were just drinking your toast."
With all the people taking some time to celebrate it was hard to notice that Hlin was already at the building as she usually spend her time at Goodmead, she wasn't bothered by the unusual conmotion but walked next to Grim and said - "You guys were great, Verbeeg's are hard to deal with I imagine you had to be sneaky to get the job done...I would've done that" - says with a smile - " Some politics are bound to happen here with the whole Kendrick's deal bean solved, he'll be put to rest and the people will need to move on. Anyways...hopefully you don't settle just now after a couple of succesfull chores I heard there's a lot to do in the rest of the tentowns, lots of things going on around the dale"