"I can't be certain exactly what they'll have you do. I just operate the ship and collect my pay." She finishes her drink and sets the glass down across the bar.
"I can tell you a large portion of the Leyweir Army were loyal to the leader of Clan Roderic. They ransacked the barracks and stole all of the horses they could. The Leyweir army can do nothing more than fend off attacks from their fortified positions. Clan Roderic has begun severing all supply lines and cutting off any access to villages outside of the main city. Unless something changes soon I don't think it will stand much longer."
While she's talking the barkeep, a male drow, pulls out a second tumbler and sets it on the counter. He pulls a rag from his apron and wipes the second tumbler out and begins to fill both with an amber liquid.
The way the barkeep is holding the rag catches your eye. As he fills Tyler's tumbler you notice it foams and bubbles for a moment compared to the smooth amber liquid in the other glass.
Morena picks up her glass and takes a drink. "Not that I blame any of them. The King of Leyweir is a real dick. But he has plenty of gold, and for every documented recruit he'll pay. So you go fetch me that manifest and I'll take you there so you can earn your coin too. I don't know if anyone here saw who took it. The barkeep said he didn't catch a look at the thief's face."
Having been half-asleep up until this point, and barely better than in a sleep walk, the braying of the boisterous woman scared off what lingered of dreams filled with otherwordly terrors. "Wait....am I looking for passage to Leyweir?" I ask myself under my breath. Taking a moment, I check to make sure that in my stupor I haven't misplaced any of my belongings, noticing that I had run short of rations. Barely listening to Morena babel on, the sudden mention of gold peaks my interest.
Edit: Having noticed the barkeep's actions, but yet being a stranger to Tyler, I decide to make no mention of the suspicious looking drink, making mental note to seek rations and drink elsewhere.
"Well," I tell Morena, "I'm an able bodied fighter and sailor. If you need help on the ship, I can be of service there. Let me know. As i notice the suspicious happening with my drink, I calmly place my hand over her drink. "Stop," I whisper to her, "As for the book, i don't think we will have to look to far for our lead. Also, I wouldn't drink any more from here."
Suspicious of the bartender, I look at him, "What do I owe for the little extra in our drink, Drow?"
While watching the conversation between my companions and Morena, I had to taken the opportunity to make nice with a table of ruffians not far from the bar. After sampling the local herb, I stand up and stroll over to them.
The Drow reels back in surprise. "I thought you might want to sleep this part out..."
You hear the sound of chairs sliding across the floor behind you. As you scan the room you see the rest of the patrons have stood up and have begun surrounding you. A man near the door heaves a large plank into the drop bar lock on the door. 5 men in the tavern have now unsheathed their broad swords, 3 more stay and guard the door way.
"Leyweir can solve its problems without foreigners.. You shouldn't have come here." The drow tells you, a grind coming across his face as he pulls a rapier from his waist.
Thinking to myself, "Well that escalated quickly..." I assume spell-casting stance and prepare to unleash an Eldritch Blast upon the nearest aggressor.
"I can't be certain exactly what they'll have you do. I just operate the ship and collect my pay." She finishes her drink and sets the glass down across the bar.
"I can tell you a large portion of the Leyweir Army were loyal to the leader of Clan Roderic. They ransacked the barracks and stole all of the horses they could. The Leyweir army can do nothing more than fend off attacks from their fortified positions. Clan Roderic has begun severing all supply lines and cutting off any access to villages outside of the main city. Unless something changes soon I don't think it will stand much longer."
While she's talking the barkeep, a male drow, pulls out a second tumbler and sets it on the counter. He pulls a rag from his apron and wipes the second tumbler out and begins to fill both with an amber liquid.
Spoiler for: Tyler, Shauna, Ben. Passive perception results.
The way the barkeep is holding the rag catches your eye. As he fills Tyler's tumbler you notice it foams and bubbles for a moment compared to the smooth amber liquid in the other glass.
Morena picks up her glass and takes a drink. "Not that I blame any of them. The King of Leyweir is a real dick. But he has plenty of gold, and for every documented recruit he'll pay. So you go fetch me that manifest and I'll take you there so you can earn your coin too. I don't know if anyone here saw who took it. The barkeep said he didn't catch a look at the thief's face."
Having been half-asleep up until this point, and barely better than in a sleep walk, the braying of the boisterous woman scared off what lingered of dreams filled with otherwordly terrors. "Wait....am I looking for passage to Leyweir?" I ask myself under my breath. Taking a moment, I check to make sure that in my stupor I haven't misplaced any of my belongings, noticing that I had run short of rations. Barely listening to Morena babel on, the sudden mention of gold peaks my interest.
Edit: Having noticed the barkeep's actions, but yet being a stranger to Tyler, I decide to make no mention of the suspicious looking drink, making mental note to seek rations and drink elsewhere.
"Well," I tell Morena, "I'm an able bodied fighter and sailor. If you need help on the ship, I can be of service there. Let me know. As i notice the suspicious happening with my drink, I calmly place my hand over her drink. "Stop," I whisper to her, "As for the book, i don't think we will have to look to far for our lead. Also, I wouldn't drink any more from here."
Suspicious of the bartender, I look at him, "What do I owe for the little extra in our drink, Drow?"
While watching the conversation between my companions and Morena, I had to taken the opportunity to make nice with a table of ruffians not far from the bar. After sampling the local herb, I stand up and stroll over to them.
Where to fellas?
The Drow reels back in surprise. "I thought you might want to sleep this part out..."
You hear the sound of chairs sliding across the floor behind you. As you scan the room you see the rest of the patrons have stood up and have begun surrounding you. A man near the door heaves a large plank into the drop bar lock on the door. 5 men in the tavern have now unsheathed their broad swords, 3 more stay and guard the door way.
"Leyweir can solve its problems without foreigners.. You shouldn't have come here." The drow tells you, a grind coming across his face as he pulls a rapier from his waist.
Initiative needed.
Thinking to myself, "Well that escalated quickly..." I assume spell-casting stance and prepare to unleash an Eldritch Blast upon the nearest aggressor.
Initiative Roll: 10
A smile makes it's way across my face as I say, "I was hoping you wouldn't try to talk your way out of this." I prepare to fight.
I draw my spear from behind my back. Initiative: 5
Hrm... this isn't looking too good. I quickly hunch down and unsheathe my dagger. Looks like this could get rough.
Initiative Roll: 8
5 I pull out my quarterstaff and prepare to fight.
"all-all-all -- ALRIGHTY THEN!" Lars whips his Longsword from his sheath and poses for battle like Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon!
Initiative Roll: 19