The elf nodded slightly and spoke again, "Our local priests to Moradin and Corellon tried all they knew but within a couple weeks it was over. Until yesterday, we all assumed it was some isolated incident, some strange artifact or something Urgon had encountered in his travels, but just the other day I noticed Tulgi Lutan, one of the dwarf trappers showing similar symptoms. I tried to talk to her but she rebuffed me and said to let her die in peace." He looked shocked and sad at this.
"Was Ulgon also a miner? In what ways did their lives overlap?" The Gnome is trying to refrain from showing he is frustrated that his clinical questions were ignored, but not doing a good job at it.
"A miner? Not that I knew of, he was more interested in digging up relics and things, not ore and gems. As for the Glassblades, they are more useful in...combat areas, much less so in uncovering difficult truths delicately." He sighed a bit. "I can pay you all a hundred gold if you can find the cause of Urgon and Tulgi's affliction. If you would do so, I suggest looking at Urgon's home or going up to Tulgi at her cabin. Perhaps she will listen to a new voice of reason."
As you approach Tulgi's cabin you see that shis snow-covered cabin looks peaceful and quiet from the outside. Its windows are shuttered, and a steady stream of smoke piping out of the chimney indicates a roaring fire within.
Lost in his own thoughts, grumbling to himself along the way, the Gnome looks up as you approach the door of Tulgi's cabin. "McRoy... my name is Dr. Silas McRoy. Sorry, I guess I though I already told you that, then realized just now that I hadn't. You can call me 'Bones' though, everybody else does."
There's a small shuffling sound inside before a very grumpy looking female mountain dwarf unlocks and opens the door, opening it partway and then shuffling back to her bed with a scowl on her face.
As you enter, the heat in this small cabin hits like a hammer blow. A table set with neatly stacked dishes, tools, and utensils stands at the center of the room. The smell of a simmering soup comes from a pot hanging inside a roaring fireplace. Another fire burns in an iron brazier at the opposite end of the room, filling the cabin with a smoky haze. Shivering at the end of a bed near the brazier is a dwarf wrapped in blankets. Bulging blue veins streak her face, neck, and hands.
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The elf nodded slightly and spoke again, "Our local priests to Moradin and Corellon tried all they knew but within a couple weeks it was over. Until yesterday, we all assumed it was some isolated incident, some strange artifact or something Urgon had encountered in his travels, but just the other day I noticed Tulgi Lutan, one of the dwarf trappers showing similar symptoms. I tried to talk to her but she rebuffed me and said to let her die in peace." He looked shocked and sad at this.
" Take us to Tulgi....if we don't find the cause we can't find the cure."
"Was Ulgon also a miner? In what ways did their lives overlap?" The Gnome is trying to refrain from showing he is frustrated that his clinical questions were ignored, but not doing a good job at it.
“Wait a second. You never said whether or not we will be reimbursed for this. I’m not going to work for you for free.”
" I'm happy to work as long as you can cover my room and board with Kelba. But why are you asking us instead of having some Glassblades assist?"
"A miner? Not that I knew of, he was more interested in digging up relics and things, not ore and gems. As for the Glassblades, they are more useful in...combat areas, much less so in uncovering difficult truths delicately." He sighed a bit. "I can pay you all a hundred gold if you can find the cause of Urgon and Tulgi's affliction. If you would do so, I suggest looking at Urgon's home or going up to Tulgi at her cabin. Perhaps she will listen to a new voice of reason."
"JUST GONNA KEEP IGNORING MY QUESTIONS, EH?" The Gnome looks really steamed now! "I have half a mind to... did you say 100 gold?.. Which way to each?"
100 gold was literally more money than Gellwin had seen in their life.......not that coin was used a lot back home.
" Lets go see Tulgi.", he looked at the gnome. " First hand observations trump secondhand descriptions after all."
“Well now that I know we’ll be paid, let’s start with Tulgi and head to Urgon’s home afterwards.”
(I'll continue tomorrow, hopefully our 4th will join us soon!)
As you approach Tulgi's cabin you see that shis snow-covered cabin looks peaceful and quiet from the outside. Its windows are shuttered, and a steady stream of smoke piping out of the chimney indicates a roaring fire within.
Petros walks up to the cabin and lightly kicks the door.
“Anyone home? Preferably someone named Tulgi?”
Lost in his own thoughts, grumbling to himself along the way, the Gnome looks up as you approach the door of Tulgi's cabin. "McRoy... my name is Dr. Silas McRoy. Sorry, I guess I though I already told you that, then realized just now that I hadn't. You can call me 'Bones' though, everybody else does."
A slightly muffled voice from inside the cabin simply yells back, "I don't care who ya are! Go away!"
"I'm a doctor, you're sick, and I might be able to save you. Are you really THAT stubborn?!" Bones yells back.
"I said go AWAY!" is all that is heard from inside the cabin.
Petros whispers to the group, “Should I just kick down the door? I don’t think this is working.”
"If you do, don't touch the patient. We don't know yet if we are dealing with a contagion of some kind."
" Tulgi, my name is Gellwin. We're here to help, what harm can it do to let us try?"
Persuasion: 3
There's a small shuffling sound inside before a very grumpy looking female mountain dwarf unlocks and opens the door, opening it partway and then shuffling back to her bed with a scowl on her face.
As you enter, the heat in this small cabin hits like a hammer blow. A table set with neatly stacked dishes, tools, and utensils stands at the center of the room. The smell of a simmering soup comes from a pot hanging inside a roaring fireplace. Another fire burns in an iron brazier at the opposite end of the room, filling the cabin with a smoky haze. Shivering at the end of a bed near the brazier is a dwarf wrapped in blankets. Bulging blue veins streak her face, neck, and hands.