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"Thank you, sir. How much'll that be?" Armyl inquires, sipping on the whiskey.

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"Hello, sir Milo!" Grol says as the halfling finishes his introduction. "I would be delighted to hear a story of Gilbert!"

Grol then takes a sip of the fine brew that the barkeep offered on the house. The beer is smooth and rich.

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Milo doesn't even wait for the newcomers to sit down but moves to Leodel. "Hello, My name is Milo Honeytongue. Entertainer, musician and great storyteller. Maybe you've heard of me before. Or the stories of the biggest adventurer ever: little Halfling Gilbert! Do you mind if I put on a little show here? I'm sure the people will be happy to get some entertainment."

 

Leodel looks at Milo somewhat skeptically, unsure if he's for real or insane. "I can't say I have. If you wish to, you may."

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Milo is happy that Leodel notice him . „thank you“ He Looks to the halforc „Now you will get your Story“

Grol, delighted by the thrilling tale and incredible illusions, claps loudly and vigorously, like a child.

”That was wonderfu, master Milo!” Grol says with a  huge grin on his face.

Raphael pulls out some parchment and some ink quills while the story was going on. He lays back in his stool, against the bar behind him and sketches the halfling telling the story. Once it's done, he too applauds with a polite golf clap.

Her pout disappearing at the poor reception and the beguiling halfling's tale, "Hey now. That was pretty good! I particularly enjoyed the imagery accompiament. I think the big guy here also thoroughly enjoyed it."

Milo:

Some of the patrons who were listening in give scattered applause and a few lightly knock their mugs on tables. There are a couple drunken jeers and calls of mockery, but overall most either enjoyed the performance or mind their business.

A couple well-plied groups on their way out of the tavern give you 5 gold pieces

After roughly 15 minutes from Milo's performance, the bar empties a little more and there are now roughly 30 patrons inside, including yourselves. An individual with a cloak over his head enters the bar and sits near the back.

The smell of salt, a cool ocean breeze, and the sound of the waves repeatedly fills the interior of the Sour Barnacle as several half-drunk people leave. Then a large half-orc with a chipped greataxe and slightly rusty chainmail enters. He has a large scar going across his left cheek. The symbol on his tabard looks exactly similar to the seal on your letter that you presented at the gate—two daggers in an X pattern. Right behind him is a short, middle aged, chubby male halfling wearing an expensive looking dark green business suit, monacle, top hat, and tobacco pipe in hand. He walks over to the end of the bar, removes his top hat and moncile then nods to his companion. Leodel gives a look of slightly disapproval and sighs, then the half-orc bodyguard knocks on an empty table to gain the attention of the bar.

The halfling steps forward and scans everyone with his eyes. He says in a firm tone, "Good evening, my name is Teagle Bolger, assistant and representative for Mayor Hilda Hook of Black Root. (He holds up an official document showing proof of his office and puts it away) You may call me MISTER Bolger. As you probably guessed, unless you've sustained too many blows to the head, I'm here for the official call for volunteers that you signed up for with the city of Black Root, as requested by the kingdom of Tarant. If you do not have your letter in possession, then I kindly ask you to leave..." 

He pauses for a moment and one drunk adventurer stands up and says "Oh yeeh? And wut'r you guna do 'bout it if we refuse?" The half-orc walks over to him silently, except the metallic clanging as he steps. The drunk says "I'm not 'fraid of you, I culd take you with..." The half-orc swings his arm straight down and clobbers him on top of the head, knocking him out instantly. There are gasps and whispers as the bodyguard carries him effortlessly with one arm by the belt to the door and throws him outside as you hear a loud crash of the drunk breaks his fall on several barrels.

Several others leave in such a hurry that they knock over their drinks.

Mr. Bolger looks around momentarily and continues, "As I was saying, you have been summoned here because the kingdom of Tarant has been having trouble protecting their ocean trade routes due to increasing pirate activity and suspected hostility by the nation of Dernholm. Your job is to rectify that. You will all be assigned to a vessel and captain of our choosing and will investigate the activity of the Dernholm navy while eliminating any pirates you encounter by any means necessary. If you happen to survive and obtain information about Dernholm, then you will be rewarded accordingly with gold or a choice of magical equipment. The gold and item selection depends upon the usefulness of the intelligence. Of course, any assets acquired from pirates or other hostile vessels will be yours, provided it is not Black Root or Tarant property.

I am obligated to say that in your contract, Black Root and Tarant is not liable nor responsible for you being injured or killed. Also, be warned, anyone who attempts fraudulent or hostile activity towards Black Root or Tarant will be hunted down and terminated. If you refuse for any reason, then you will be counted as absent and will no longer have employment opportunities with Black Root and are free to go. If you accept then you'll receive a dock number and will report there just after dawn tomorrow. If you do not show then this will result in seizure of your property and time in jail. Do not miss your departure. 

Should you need to purchase supplies, the Pig Iron Piton has a decent selection. Please provide your letters so your contract can be finalized and if you have questions, I will answer them the best I can right now. If you're ready to sign up, give my bodyguard your letter and I will verify and sign it to keep in our archives in a moment. Questions?"

Leodel stands with his arm crossed as he rolls his eyes, looking quite bored. Then mutters something in Elvish under his breath.

Several adventurers get up and leave, others sign up immediately then leave after Mr. Bolger gives them their dock number, while the rest sit quietly looking around the pub as if they're seeing if anyone else asks questions.

Elbowing Xander in the side, Ban whispers in elvish: 

 Standing up, knocking back her hood, and brushing her hair aside, "Look, it sounds great and all, and I'm definitely interested, but it sounds like all payment is after the fact. What about expenses or equipment that will better help us aid the King? I assure you that I, and to a lesser extent my trunk-fiend here", she thumbs in Xander's direction while putting a foot on the large trunk, "will be great assets to the King, but I'm a little low on gold at the moment. Any way that you can help me out here so that we can better help you?" 

"Praise be the King!" she states in an attempt to prove allegiance, tucking her left hand to her torso, her right behind her back, and finishes with a deep bow that reseats her cloak hood.

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Elbowing Xander in the side, Ban whispers in elvish: 

"Looks like they mean business, huh? Seems to be a lot of coin, treasure, and fancy things. Plus, who's gonna collect a debt on the water?" 

 Standing up, knocking back her hood, and brushing her hair aside, "Look, it sounds great and all, and I'm definitely interested, but it sounds like all payment is after the fact. What about expenses or equipment that will better help us aid the King? I assure you that I, and to a lesser extent my trunk-fiend here", she thumbs in Xander's direction while putting a foot on the large trunk, "will be great assets to the King, but I'm a little low on gold at the moment. Any way that you can help me out here so that we can better help you?" 

"Praise be the King!" she states in an attempt to prove allegiance, tucking her left hand to her torso, her right behind her back, and finishes with a deep bow that reseats her cloak hood.

Milo thanks for the gold he got. He seems to have been very happy with his story. And those who take a closer look will notice that they seem to enjoy the attention they have just received.

When the Halfling has finished talking, Milo moves to the Halfork " Good day Mister, my name is Milo Honeytounge. You probably heard of me. I have an invitation here as well and I'm really excited to start this adventure." Milo hands him the letter. "Sounds like i' will gonna get a lot of experiences on this trip, anyway. You must know I've never been on a ship, but I've heard a lot about it. And i'm about to write a new Chapter about Gilbert on the sea. Do you ever heard of Gilbert? He is my creation! A great adventerer!..." while the Half-orc will do his Job, Milo doesn't stop talking.

Raphael silently walks up to the Orc, and hands him his letter, taking him in. While he proofs it and what not, Raphael would like to try and gauge how capable of a fighter he is.

Insight: 18

Mr. Bolger says to Ban, "A good question. Your captain will have credit to purchase supplies for the ship and any extra equipment that you may need." Roll CHA/Persuasion to see if you can convince him to hand out some extra in advance.

Leodel hears Xander and ever so slightly leans towards him saying quietly in Elvish,

Mr. Bolger listens to Milo and then says to his bodyguard, "Take his paper, Sogg." Everything is looked over and Mr. Bolger says to Milo while still reading and signing it then adjusting his monicle, "No experience is necessary, most will have none. And no, I can't say that I have heard of it." He signs the paper and puts it in a small wooden box, "Everything appears to be in order. You're assigned to dock 4."

As you walk up to Sogg offer your paper, the muscles in his arm are obviously very large and well-defined and his entire body is tall and very burly. Mr. Bolger says to him, "Come on Sogg, get a move on." Raphael Insight result:

Bolger says to Raphael as he places his contract in the box, "Dock 16."

Raphael takes the envelope back and gives a slow, deliberate nod back to Mr Bolger.

"Perhaps it's worth following these two to see where they decide to go later this evening." Raphael thinks to himself. "A so called politician surely doesn't need this kind of muscle... and what kind of sway does he have over this 'Sogg' to make him serve himself... I thought Orcs were quite a proud race." Raphael looks around at the rest of the party and takes note of Xander and Ban- the two more agile looking of the group. He walks back over to the bar and has a seat next to Ban.

"I have a very special skill set. I assure you I'll be able to handle myself." She says as she unsheaths a dagger, spinning it in her hand.

Ban Brand persuasion check: 10

Xander will nod at the bar keeps words, he will get up passing the Half Orc his paperwork. 

Mr. Bolger briefly considers Ban's words then says, "Sorry, but handing out gold prematurely will likely result in multiple people skipping town. The credit given to your captain will be sufficient to cover any reasonable expenses."

The paper is filed from Raphael and given his dock number, "Dock 7." The same is done for Xander and is told, "Dock 1."

 Shrugging, Ban takes the scroll from her pack, walks over, and waits for the half-orc to take it from her outstretched hand.