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.
He does indeed seems shocked at the price, he quickly hands over 20 gold coins and puts his prize into a silk satchel and thanks you as he departs into the crowd.
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Eberk comes to the table and sets down seven pints. “Greetings gentlemen and… Lir? What in the nine hells happened to you?” He sets Lir straight in a chair and casts Prayer of Healing healing him for 14.
He passes out the ale to everyone at the table. “My apologies for being late, though apparently not the last of our companions. I am Eberk Earthlord.” He looks around for any sign of the others. “If our friends don’t show up by the time I’m done with this pint, I’ll be drinking theirs as well.”
“Ah, Eberk. A sight for sore eyes”, although is is unclear if Sparhawk refers to the cleric or to the fresh mug in front of him. “undoubtedly, Bjorn is selling is snake oil throughout the land.”
Frangipani shifted back to her bipedal form as they reached their destination, having exhausted all of her shapeshifting for the day to maintain the form.
" Help me store this away then we'll go find the captain."
"Very well," Zaal says still in that weary tone. Then he looks to Volo, "I assume everything is secure and ready for the Baron to come ashore? Or need I take extra precautions." He doesn't seem particularly concerned, and perhaps he is just asking to see what Volo's answer is.
Entering the tavern, Bjorn locks eyes with Volo, the way two gunslingers lock eyes in an old Western movie. Both men have the uncanny sense that they're looking at an alternate-universe version of themselves.
"Very well," Zaal says still in that weary tone. Then he looks to Volo, "I assume everything is secure and ready for the Baron to come ashore? Or need I take extra precautions." He doesn't seem particularly concerned, and perhaps he is just asking to see what Volo's answer is.
Volo begins to answer, but pauses for second, eyeballing Bjorn with a strange look on his face. He the. Shakes his head and says, “ ahh, yes. The port is quite secure, the Princes soldiers have many patrols. The only real worry has been that several people have gone missing from the poor parts of town. Rumors speak of some creature having taken up in the sewer, but of course there has been no evidence of any such thing and nobody really wants to go down into that stinking place..Speaking of stank, I think your friend may have fell into something…If this is everyone we shall begin.” He takes his seat and calls for food and more brew. Burgle the Bard begins the evening entertainment, telling a few jokes, some stories from his homeland and even a few magic tricks and feats of coordination juggling dangerous implements.
Volo casts a quick spell he explains is called Volothamp’s wonderous bath ( aka prestidigitation) and Lir finds himself clean as a whistle and smelling of mint instead of feces and rotting flesh.
Frangipani shifted back to her bipedal form as they reached their destination, having exhausted all of her shapeshifting for the day to maintain the form.
" Help me store this away then we'll go find the captain."
" Should I leave the harness on or take it off?"
At the rear of the tavern, they have a cart storage stalls with lockable doors for 1 sp a day
"Lir, what on earth happened to ye?" Bjorn has a pitcher of ale in each hand before he reaches the table. "Oh, tell me yer not here for business," he sighs at the newcomer, sliding into a seat. "Cap'n, if this fellow gets in the way of me drinkin', I'll start a mutiny." He seems in good spirits. "You'd join me, right Earthlord?"
“Ah my friends Bjorn and Frangipani. I hope your day was eventful.” He winks at Lir.
”join us for some food and drink. May I present Zaal and
Volothamp.”
The group may note that Sparhawk is all cleaned up, his armor shining, but he does have some rather colorful clothing on, for his usual tastes. He seems friendly, yet cautious with these two. Will the captain never relax?
Sparhawk then looks back at Volo, apparently waiting for an answer to something he had asked prior to the last of the crew joining. This was certainly not the knightly gallant man that the Baron may have mentioned, and several of the group were missing, the first mate Vars and Reginald by name.
He smiles and looks again at Volo, the smile seems strained, his eyes tired, his body….like a cat ready to pounce, or a man at a card game that is not bluffing.
Zaal may note that Sparhawk has not had a sip to drink since the Baron arrived, (perhaps because the Lir fellow took his, but his drink sits full in front of him still from the earthlord as he seems to wait for Volos answer to his question. A man that seems to measure people by their candor. Refreshing perhaps.
"Lir, what on earth happened to ye?" Bjorn has a pitcher of ale in each hand before he reaches the table. "Oh, tell me yer not here for business," he sighs at the newcomer, sliding into a seat. "Cap'n, if this fellow gets in the way of me drinkin', I'll start a mutiny." He seems in good spirits. "You'd join me, right Earthlord?"
Eberk takes another swig of ale. “Bjorn, I will gladly stand with you against the tyranny of wasted ale.” He holds out his mug to toast his compatriot.
Sitting back and enjoying the entertainment, he nearly begins to question Lir’s demon worshiper comment. After giving it some thought he decides better of it.
“ oh, yes sorry. Got distracted, it happens sometimes, heh he. Me and Dietrich go way back. He helped my in the distribution of my notorious first book ‘ Volo’s Guide to Everything Magic’ which subsequently caused quite the stir and lots of trouble…Apparently the world of wizards do not like their secrets exposed. I sure got into trouble for that one, one reason to stay on the move. I got turned into many different animals and suffered many other tortures until they finally let me go. Every copy of the book that is found is destroyed…but I am certain at least a few copies are still about as some of the spells seem to be coming quite well known an popular…pretty satisfying if I do say so myself..” he laughs and the waitress brings large platters filled with food. A large roasted goose or something similar surrounded by potatoes and carrots, a large ham and other side dishes, they bring large mugs and pitchers of beer. Curiously the mug brought for Volo is actually a tad larger than a pitcher.
Just as the food arrives the Bard begins his music, the first song is an instrumental and you are surprised at the delicate way the bugbear plays the lute. You never would have guess a beast like that could produce those pleasant tones.
” Let’s get down to some details before the drink dampens your intellect. Dietrich says we are looking for the grave of the first Storm giant..a very difficult task as there is not much reliable information on this primordial. From my research far and wide I have uncovered a few nuggets of information and have deduced 3 possible locations. The first nugget concerns the ancient queen Zalkore who apparently attended the Giants funeral….Such a sad story of what happened to that lady of unsurpassed beauty.”
He does indeed seems shocked at the price, he quickly hands over 20 gold coins and puts his prize into a silk satchel and thanks you as he departs into the crowd.
107
You have earned 107 gp for this initial sales venture and have quite a bit of cargo left for the future. Not bad for a few hours effort.
Eberk comes to the table and sets down seven pints. “Greetings gentlemen and… Lir? What in the nine hells happened to you?” He sets Lir straight in a chair and casts Prayer of Healing healing him for 14.
He passes out the ale to everyone at the table. “My apologies for being late, though apparently not the last of our companions. I am Eberk Earthlord.” He looks around for any sign of the others. “If our friends don’t show up by the time I’m done with this pint, I’ll be drinking theirs as well.”
“Ah, Eberk. A sight for sore eyes”, although is is unclear if Sparhawk refers to the cleric or to the fresh mug in front of him.
“undoubtedly, Bjorn is selling is snake oil throughout the land.”
Frangipani shifted back to her bipedal form as they reached their destination, having exhausted all of her shapeshifting for the day to maintain the form.
" Help me store this away then we'll go find the captain."
" Should I leave the harness on or take it off?"
"Very well," Zaal says still in that weary tone. Then he looks to Volo, "I assume everything is secure and ready for the Baron to come ashore? Or need I take extra precautions." He doesn't seem particularly concerned, and perhaps he is just asking to see what Volo's answer is.
Bjorn laughs. "Let's go with off."
Entering the tavern, Bjorn locks eyes with Volo, the way two gunslingers lock eyes in an old Western movie. Both men have the uncanny sense that they're looking at an alternate-universe version of themselves.
Shrugging, Frangipani follows him inside.
Volo begins to answer, but pauses for second, eyeballing Bjorn with a strange look on his face. He the. Shakes his head and says, “ ahh, yes. The port is quite secure, the Princes soldiers have many patrols. The only real worry has been that several people have gone missing from the poor parts of town. Rumors speak of some creature having taken up in the sewer, but of course there has been no evidence of any such thing and nobody really wants to go down into that stinking place..Speaking of stank, I think your friend may have fell into something…If this is everyone we shall begin.” He takes his seat and calls for food and more brew. Burgle the Bard begins the evening entertainment, telling a few jokes, some stories from his homeland and even a few magic tricks and feats of coordination juggling dangerous implements.
Volo casts a quick spell he explains is called Volothamp’s wonderous bath ( aka prestidigitation) and Lir finds himself clean as a whistle and smelling of mint instead of feces and rotting flesh.
At the rear of the tavern, they have a cart storage stalls with lockable doors for 1 sp a day
(Solid deal, that.)
"Lir, what on earth happened to ye?" Bjorn has a pitcher of ale in each hand before he reaches the table. "Oh, tell me yer not here for business," he sighs at the newcomer, sliding into a seat. "Cap'n, if this fellow gets in the way of me drinkin', I'll start a mutiny." He seems in good spirits. "You'd join me, right Earthlord?"
“Ah my friends Bjorn and Frangipani. I hope your day was eventful.” He winks at Lir.
”join us for some food and drink. May I present Zaal and
Volothamp.”
The group may note that Sparhawk is all cleaned up, his armor shining, but he does have some rather colorful clothing on, for his usual tastes. He seems friendly, yet cautious with these two. Will the captain never relax?
Sparhawk then looks back at Volo, apparently waiting for an answer to something he had asked prior to the last of the crew joining.
This was certainly not the knightly gallant man that the Baron may have mentioned, and several of the group were missing, the first mate Vars and Reginald by name.
He smiles and looks again at Volo, the smile seems strained, his eyes tired, his body….like a cat ready to pounce, or a man at a card game that is not bluffing.
Zaal may note that Sparhawk has not had a sip to drink since the Baron arrived, (perhaps because the Lir fellow took his, but his drink sits full in front of him still from the earthlord as he seems to wait for Volos answer to his question. A man that seems to measure people by their candor. Refreshing perhaps.
"A demon-worshipper. He's dead now."
Lir shrugs.
Eberk takes another swig of ale. “Bjorn, I will gladly stand with you against the tyranny of wasted ale.” He holds out his mug to toast his compatriot.
Sitting back and enjoying the entertainment, he nearly begins to question Lir’s demon worshiper comment. After giving it some thought he decides better of it.
"Yikes. Guess Port Nyanzaru isn't all sunshine and rainbows, eh?" In a lower voice, "Nobody saw ye kill him, I hope?"
"Pleased to meet ye both. Bjorn Erlandsson at yer service."
Lir shrugs. It doesn't matter to him none.
Frangipani looked the two strangers up and down, " Friends or Food?"
“ oh, yes sorry. Got distracted, it happens sometimes, heh he. Me and Dietrich go way back. He helped my in the distribution of my notorious first book ‘ Volo’s Guide to Everything Magic’ which subsequently caused quite the stir and lots of trouble…Apparently the world of wizards do not like their secrets exposed. I sure got into trouble for that one, one reason to stay on the move. I got turned into many different animals and suffered many other tortures until they finally let me go. Every copy of the book that is found is destroyed…but I am certain at least a few copies are still about as some of the spells seem to be coming quite well known an popular…pretty satisfying if I do say so myself..” he laughs and the waitress brings large platters filled with food. A large roasted goose or something similar surrounded by potatoes and carrots, a large ham and other side dishes, they bring large mugs and pitchers of beer. Curiously the mug brought for Volo is actually a tad larger than a pitcher.
Just as the food arrives the Bard begins his music, the first song is an instrumental and you are surprised at the delicate way the bugbear plays the lute. You never would have guess a beast like that could produce those pleasant tones.
” Let’s get down to some details before the drink dampens your intellect. Dietrich says we are looking for the grave of the first Storm giant..a very difficult task as there is not much reliable information on this primordial. From my research far and wide I have uncovered a few nuggets of information and have deduced 3 possible locations. The first nugget concerns the ancient queen Zalkore who apparently attended the Giants funeral….Such a sad story of what happened to that lady of unsurpassed beauty.”
Sparhawk temporarily breaks his gaze and smiles.
“I’m still trying to decide that my dear”