The drow nods to himself as if Sparhawk's response had confirmed some unasked question, then takes a small drink from the cup he'd been slowly spinning. His eyes, though heavy lidded, flicker slightly at the sight of the teeth, and he leans forward once more. "I see. Congratulations." Holding the mug of ale between both hands, he drums the sides of it with his thumbs for a moment before responding to the paladin's question, "Zaal is my name." He pushes the mug to the side, "Where is the rest of your crew? I've been expecting you."
"Friend is a strong word," Zaal exhales. "I'm just waiting for him to ensure that everything is secure before the Baron arrives."
He glances around, now clearly looking for Volo but ultimately shrugs and once more leans back in his seat as if waiting for the man is the most tiresome thing in the world at the moment. "I see... well, I suppose it would be better to wait until they arrive to get down to business." He sighs, then takes a draft from his ale and saying, "Thanks for this by the way." before setting it down in front of him.
Sparhawk looks Zaal directly in the eyes. “Anytime Zaal. I’ve never met Volo, what’s he like,.. And… don’t tell me what everybody says, tell me your true impressions of the man”. He continues to observe Zaal, not breaking eye contact
Sparhawks tone is one of candor and straightforwardness. Perhaps it’s a half orc mannerism, but Zaal may feel instinctively that returning the candidness would be…”encouraged.” His mannerisms suggest you wouldn’t want to get on his bad side. Perhaps the armored man was testing him
Although friendly and relaxed in his mannerisms, it’s quite clear to the observant drow that the man is very aware of his surroundings and everyone in the bar. Perhaps he was a soldier or commander at some point.
Sparhawk grabs the bar keep, asks for a larger table to be added, and orders them another round, handing him coin without asking for a price to keep an empty table from potential customers.
Eberk: The abbot leaves your to your prayers in peace and lets you know to just leave the objects so he can do the proper rituals to remove them
Bjorn and Frang: once you conclude your haggling we will roll for the total to be added
Thundering Lizard:
more people begin filing in as the Bugbear Bard seems to be about ready to perform. Among the throngs you can see what must be the famous Volo. He is talking loudly in a boastful tone, surrounded by several women and other hangers on, enraptured by whatever glorious tale he is spinning.
” Ahh, Burgle the Bard! He is my favorite of all bards, this is going to be a truly great evening.” He says before noticing Sparhawk and Zaal sitting at his table.
” Alas, looks like there is business to attend to my friends, best we depart ways for the evening” he says to his companions, each woman gives him a longer than appropriate kiss goodbye and the men clasp hands with him before heading directly to the bar.
Volothamp heads to the table “ hello mighty Zaal, must be serious business indeed. And this must be the Captain Sparhawk Dietrich mentioned. Where are is the rest of your crew? They were not consumed in the jungle were they?”
Sparhawk stands up and greets the man with a firm but friendly handshake. “Indeed, I’m Sparhawk. Glad to finally meet you in person my friend, your reputation proceeds you.”
he winks at Zaal.
”we’ve been out and about. The crew is… catching up on their personal matters I suppose. They should wander in soon enough.”
(Just for clarification, when is Val supposed to be Volo? Cause if not I have no idea who you are talking about lol)
"True impressions?" Zaal says absently. "He's loud and likes attention too much. Those kinds of people get on my nerves." His eyes stray upwards as Volo and his hoard of onlookers. "You can see for yourself."
He gives a weary shake of his head when Volo addresses him choosing to stay quiet and let Sparhawk respond as he saw fit.
From among the clustered inn customers, there's a growing sound of disgust and muttered complaints.
A bloodied, filthy Lir stumbles over to Sparhawk and Zaal. Wordlessly he collapses into a chair, snatches the half-orc's cup of ale, downs the remainder in a gulp, then passes out.
Moments later there's the long drawn out sound of the sea-elf passing gas.
“Ah, my friends,” Sparhawk smiles, knowing now to never be surprised by his strange friends actions, “this……is Lir. I guess he’s had a rough day.”
Sparhawk calls for some more ales. he looks at his dirtied friend to see if he has any actual wounds that might need healing, (like holding a dirty smelly rag)
“Ah, my friends,” Sparhawk smiles, knowing now to never be surprised by his strange friends actions, “this……is Lir. I guess he’s had a rough day.”
Sparhawk calls for some more ales. he looks at his dirtied friend to see if he has any actual wounds that might need healing, (like holding a dirty smelly rag)
(oh absolutely, he's cut up and filthy - like a junkyard Raggedy Anne doll)
Eberk sits, head bowed, reflecting on the group’s journey. He laughs, remembering that not too long ago they were hired to deliver a letter. Standing up, he finishes his worship with the words of the Moonmaiden.
”Let all on whom my light falls be welcome if they desire to be so. As the moon waxes and wanes, so too does all life. Trust in my radiance, and know all love under my light shall know my blessing. Turn to the moon, and l will be your true guide.”
He pulls a scrap of paper from his pack and leaves a note, thanking the abbot. With that, he makes his way to meet with the crew.
Eberk enters the Thundering Lizard looking refreshed. He waves to the group, but makes his way to the bar for a round of ale for the table.
Not missing a beat, “ah my good friend Eberk has arrived. He’s one I would count on in the most dire circumstances.”
Then he says
”my apologies gentleman” He notes the blood and injuries.
”this should help you, my malodorous friend.”
while he speaks and heals the putrid Lir, there is a loud thud under the table as it shakes, some ale spilling over from the jostling, as Sparhawk kicks Lir under the table to ‘encourage’ him to ‘wake up’. While doing so, Sparhawk continues to smile pleasantly but there is a slight squint of annoyance in his eyes
(Before Volo joins them to Zaal,) Sparhawk shakes his head in agreement, “Do you trust him?”
Zaal lets out a long breath, “The Baron seems to trust him so that’s enough for me.” He hesitates, eyeing Sparhawk before adding in a lower tone, “But to be Frank, there are very few people I personally trust. It’s just part of the job.”
His neutral expression wavers slightly when Lir joins the table, eyes moving between the dirty sea elf and Sparhawk. “I… see.” He shakes his head slightly as if just accepting and disregarding the distracting noises coming from Lir. Only to glance downward when Lir sinks under the table, and then back up when Eberk joins them. He nods when Sparhawk says he would count on Eberk, seeming somewhat relieved that at least one of the paladin’s companions seems to be taking this meeting seriously. “I suppose we all have those days.” His eyes drift to the table, under which Lir is still laying…
”Is this your whole crew?” The question holds no criticism, he’s simply asking to ensure that everyone is present.
Sparhawk notes Zaals perceptive nature as he continues his own assessment of the two men. This man is one he would take seriously “We have a few more for the full crew to be here Zaal and Volo but we best get started”
Sparhawk wipes his hands off. Perhaps with some annoyance in his voice
“Tell me, Volo, what is your relationship with the baron?” As with Zaal, the half orcs question seems extremely…blunt.
(ooc I think Bjorn and Frangi are still in the market.)
Bjorn asks for an amount that would make any Sword Coast working man balk, but which he assumes a noble would accept for such a rarity -- 10gp.
"Day's getting long," he says after a while. "We've got a name, now, for that temple we found, so I'm sure we can find out more about it from the locals. Let's pack up for the evening, an' see what passes for drink in this town, eh?" He starts putting everything back into chests and bags, closing up shop for the day. As they leave the square, he casts Disguise Self to avoid any unsatisfied customers who might come looking for a refund.
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The drow nods to himself as if Sparhawk's response had confirmed some unasked question, then takes a small drink from the cup he'd been slowly spinning. His eyes, though heavy lidded, flicker slightly at the sight of the teeth, and he leans forward once more. "I see. Congratulations." Holding the mug of ale between both hands, he drums the sides of it with his thumbs for a moment before responding to the paladin's question, "Zaal is my name." He pushes the mug to the side, "Where is the rest of your crew? I've been expecting you."
Sparhawk, knowing Zaal was an associate doesn’t seem phased.
”oh, that’s good. You must be friends with Volo.”
”They are out and about taking care of their own business. They are a bit…exotic.” He winks at the drow.
“Me, I wanted a bath, shave, and drink.”
"Friend is a strong word," Zaal exhales. "I'm just waiting for him to ensure that everything is secure before the Baron arrives."
He glances around, now clearly looking for Volo but ultimately shrugs and once more leans back in his seat as if waiting for the man is the most tiresome thing in the world at the moment. "I see... well, I suppose it would be better to wait until they arrive to get down to business." He sighs, then takes a draft from his ale and saying, "Thanks for this by the way." before setting it down in front of him.
Sparhawk looks Zaal directly in the eyes. “Anytime Zaal. I’ve never met Volo, what’s he like,.. And… don’t tell me what everybody says, tell me your true impressions of the man”. He continues to observe Zaal, not breaking eye contact
Sparhawks tone is one of candor and straightforwardness. Perhaps it’s a half orc mannerism, but Zaal may feel instinctively that returning the candidness would be…”encouraged.” His mannerisms suggest you wouldn’t want to get on his bad side. Perhaps the armored man was testing him
(call it persuade if you like/ or intimidate)
Although friendly and relaxed in his mannerisms, it’s quite clear to the observant drow that the man is very aware of his surroundings and everyone in the bar. Perhaps he was a soldier or commander at some point.
Sparhawk grabs the bar keep, asks for a larger table to be added, and orders them another round, handing him coin without asking for a price to keep an empty table from potential customers.
Eberk: The abbot leaves your to your prayers in peace and lets you know to just leave the objects so he can do the proper rituals to remove them
Bjorn and Frang: once you conclude your haggling we will roll for the total to be added
Thundering Lizard:
more people begin filing in as the Bugbear Bard seems to be about ready to perform. Among the throngs you can see what must be the famous Volo. He is talking loudly in a boastful tone, surrounded by several women and other hangers on, enraptured by whatever glorious tale he is spinning.
” Ahh, Burgle the Bard! He is my favorite of all bards, this is going to be a truly great evening.” He says before noticing Sparhawk and Zaal sitting at his table.
” Alas, looks like there is business to attend to my friends, best we depart ways for the evening” he says to his companions, each woman gives him a longer than appropriate kiss goodbye and the men clasp hands with him before heading directly to the bar.
Volothamp heads to the table “ hello mighty Zaal, must be serious business indeed. And this must be the Captain Sparhawk Dietrich mentioned. Where are is the rest of your crew? They were not consumed in the jungle were they?”
Volothamp
Sparhawk stands up and greets the man with a firm but friendly handshake.
“Indeed, I’m Sparhawk. Glad to finally meet you in person my friend, your reputation proceeds you.”
he winks at Zaal.
”we’ve been out and about. The crew is… catching up on their personal matters I suppose. They should wander in soon enough.”
(Just for clarification, when is Val supposed to be Volo? Cause if not I have no idea who you are talking about lol)
"True impressions?" Zaal says absently. "He's loud and likes attention too much. Those kinds of people get on my nerves." His eyes stray upwards as Volo and his hoard of onlookers. "You can see for yourself."
He gives a weary shake of his head when Volo addresses him choosing to stay quiet and let Sparhawk respond as he saw fit.
From among the clustered inn customers, there's a growing sound of disgust and muttered complaints.
A bloodied, filthy Lir stumbles over to Sparhawk and Zaal. Wordlessly he collapses into a chair, snatches the half-orc's cup of ale, downs the remainder in a gulp, then passes out.
Moments later there's the long drawn out sound of the sea-elf passing gas.
[seeing as elves don't sleep, it's fair to see this as passive aggressive - his pointed ears are flicking like a cat pretending to sleep]
“Ah, my friends,” Sparhawk smiles, knowing now to never be surprised by his strange friends actions, “this……is Lir. I guess he’s had a rough day.”
Sparhawk calls for some more ales.
he looks at his dirtied friend to see if he has any actual wounds that might need healing, (like holding a dirty smelly rag)
(Before Volo joins them to Zaal,) Sparhawk shakes his head in agreement, “Do you trust him?”
(oh absolutely, he's cut up and filthy - like a junkyard Raggedy Anne doll)
Eberk sits, head bowed, reflecting on the group’s journey. He laughs, remembering that not too long ago they were hired to deliver a letter. Standing up, he finishes his worship with the words of the Moonmaiden.
”Let all on whom my light falls be welcome if they desire to be so. As the moon waxes and wanes, so too does all life. Trust in my radiance, and know all love under my light shall know my blessing. Turn to the moon, and l will be your true guide.”
He pulls a scrap of paper from his pack and leaves a note, thanking the abbot. With that, he makes his way to meet with the crew.
Eberk enters the Thundering Lizard looking refreshed. He waves to the group, but makes his way to the bar for a round of ale for the table.
Frangipani attempts to Help by alternately distracting and intimidating the man with her various bellows.
Not missing a beat, “ah my good friend Eberk has arrived. He’s one I would count on in the most dire circumstances.”
Then he says
”my apologies gentleman” He notes the blood and injuries.
”this should help you, my malodorous friend.”
while he speaks and heals the putrid Lir, there is a loud thud under the table as it shakes, some ale spilling over from the jostling, as Sparhawk kicks Lir under the table to ‘encourage’ him to ‘wake up’. While doing so, Sparhawk continues to smile pleasantly but there is a slight squint of annoyance in his eyes
Sparhawk heals Lir 15 hp (lay on hands)
Zaal lets out a long breath, “The Baron seems to trust him so that’s enough for me.” He hesitates, eyeing Sparhawk before adding in a lower tone, “But to be Frank, there are very few people I personally trust. It’s just part of the job.”
His neutral expression wavers slightly when Lir joins the table, eyes moving between the dirty sea elf and Sparhawk. “I… see.” He shakes his head slightly as if just accepting and disregarding the distracting noises coming from Lir. Only to glance downward when Lir sinks under the table, and then back up when Eberk joins them.
He nods when Sparhawk says he would count on Eberk, seeming somewhat relieved that at least one of the paladin’s companions seems to be taking this meeting seriously. “I suppose we all have those days.” His eyes drift to the table, under which Lir is still laying…
”Is this your whole crew?” The question holds no criticism, he’s simply asking to ensure that everyone is present.
(OOC: edited since I misread Frangi’s last post.)
Sparhawk notes Zaals perceptive nature as he continues his own assessment of the two men. This man is one he would take seriously
“We have a few more for the full crew to be here Zaal and Volo but we best get started”
Sparhawk wipes his hands off. Perhaps with some annoyance in his voice
“Tell me, Volo, what is your relationship with the baron?” As with Zaal, the half orcs question seems extremely…blunt.
(ooc I think Bjorn and Frangi are still in the market.)
(I suppose we'll sell the mystery drug, lol.)
Bjorn asks for an amount that would make any Sword Coast working man balk, but which he assumes a noble would accept for such a rarity -- 10gp.
"Day's getting long," he says after a while. "We've got a name, now, for that temple we found, so I'm sure we can find out more about it from the locals. Let's pack up for the evening, an' see what passes for drink in this town, eh?" He starts putting everything back into chests and bags, closing up shop for the day. As they leave the square, he casts Disguise Self to avoid any unsatisfied customers who might come looking for a refund.