“It was the group who fell of the tower, according to Coporal Singer herself.” He said to Faera, breaking his silence for the first time since the travel proper started. “They were approached by a tiefling man and a human woman singing praises to the watch. They gave the box to the soldiers and suggested they used in a crowded area of the city, stage a spectacle and save the day, you know? It was a strike of luck that Singer thought it better to use the thing on the tower, otherwise far more than four would have died.” That or some of the praise he used to calm the woman was actually warranted. He could not be sure at that point. “Considering that a whole group of five that by virtue of their job didn’t find anything suspicious on the suggestion and that it took me some effort to make the survivor as much as think that the duo made anything wrong, I think they were charmed. But the strangest thing, the thing that made Heran decide the work is not worth the risk, was that when we went to report to our patron the seneschal of Baron Housta was dissing the Commander in a meeting. He even knew the number of soldiers hurt in combat, though he assumed all had died. Information on ‘good authority’, he said before suggesting that we take any money Landgrave owed us before Landgrave is no longer in a position to pay.
She hasn't traveled this direction before, and peers out into the countryside while she waits for the rain to pass. Then turns to Illithir and Mala after they have gone aways, "So, what all about the guard that placed this brooch?"
Perception 13
Assuming the perception check is looking out at the countryside, seeing what she can see.
The path here rises gently as you travel eastward, before eventually levelling out. Apart from the high cliff a few yards to your right, the area around the road is open grassland, clear for 2-3 miles as the land slopes gradually downwards to the north before meeting patchy woodland.
Those of you thinking defensively, there would be plenty of time to see any ambush or attack, and almost nowhere to hide, save for a few lonely farms set back from the cliff edge.
Thurodim listens to Ilithir but doesn't quite understand. "How do we know it was the guards that fell down from the tower that placed the box there? And what were they told would happen with the box? Were they told it would draw the Harpies to it?" Thurodim asks as he walks alongside the cart, scratching the wet dark hair of his head.
Faera enjoys the peaceful setting as they travel, looking out to the random lonely farms set across the landscape. As Illithir informs them of what he knows, she snaps her head back to look at him, "The seneschal of Baron Housta? How peculiar, and I know it appeared when we first met with the Commander something else was going on behind the scenes, but this is worse than I thought. I wonder why they want the Commander out of position? At least it sounds that way. Too bad about Heran, she'll be missed."
Ghurr drifts in and out of sleep as he gets used to the rolling, rocking motion of the cart. It's just as well, he doesn't know what a seneschal is or why what was going on behind the commander was more important than what was going on in front of the commander.
“The entire plan the human and tiefling proposed was to call harpies in a busy area of the city. They taught Singer how to use the brooch and told explicitly what would happen. She was the one who told us all the history, but while she did she was incapable of noticing by herself that the two strangers had done anything wrong.”That still bothered him, although not as much as the information the seneschal held. The man had eyes on the matter as it happened. “She said the human used a expensive looking cape. I may be thinking too much but two strangers well dressed appearing with a magic item handed to cause chaos in the city while the envoy of a noble appears provoking Landgrave and, saying that he will be out of his position and with precise information on the wounded? Seems like a mastermind to me and I think seemed like that to Heran too. She decided it was better to not deal with things involving the Baron.” And who could blame her, Ilithir thought raising his head toward the skies and closing his eyes for a moment, feeling the rain over his face. He always loved the rain. “What about you guys? Youthink the brooch may be related to Housta?”
(Sorry, looks like what I thought I posted yesterday didn't actually post. Try again...)
Mala shakes her head, "Ilithir didn't mention the group had been drinking, Corporal Singer was isolated from her friends when the two approached her alone. Inebriated, she bought what they were saying about brining glory to their guard. It's not shocking to me what she did."
Mala then shrugs, "Not that it matters much how they influenced her. They did."
Then she nods toward Ilithir, "Makes sense though the seneschal might be involved. And if him, then the baron too."
Thurodim shakes his head slowly and grumbles. This smelled like intrigue and plotting to him and he loathed and despised men who didn't step out in the light to take their fights. He hoped the work in Soft's Rest would be straight forward at least.
( Would Thurodim have heard any tavern rumors about the baron or the seneschal? Knowledge check: 10 )
You have certainly heard tavern rumours about Housta. He's the nominal leader of Fort Imma after all. It's well known that his family have been the Barons of Imma for generations, based on their past military successes. However Idris is no soldier or general, though he likes to play pretend. When he is seen in Imma, which is rarely, he wears an elaborate military uniform. In the type of taverns you frequent, feelings about him are mixed. On the one hand, trade has flourished under him and his father before him. On the other hand, very few are happy with the level of taxation, the profits of which go directly to the Barony.
People gossip about the parties he is said to have thrown in Whitebridge - did you hear about the time he brought in a chained owlbear and had it dance to pipe music? Or when he tried having drinks served by flying monkeys, and everyone ended up covered in Etranian wine?
People also say they wouldn't be surprised if he became one of the next Justiciars.
Far less is known or said about the Seneschal, though he is rarely seen far from the Baron, and is said to manage all those parts of the Baron's household and financial interests in which Housta himself has no interest, which is most of it.
All that Thurodim had ever heard of the decadence of Baron Housta made him hope he would not have to ever deal with that man, or his Seneschal for that matter, but he seldom had gotten what he hoped for in life. "I don't see why the Baron would want to kill those guards but then I don't understand politics and intrigue." The massive green half-orc grumbles to Ilithir, seemingly annoyed over the thought that someone would let people get killed just to play some simple game of intrigue.
Assuming nothing happens during the last hour of rain, once it has cleared, Faera gathers herself in a corner of the cart, and starts pulling things out of her pack. One of the items is a scroll that she unrolls and sets next to her, also from within her pack she pulls out her spellbook. She runs her hand lovingly over the book's dark leather cover before she opens it with a sigh. She smiles as she gets to work, copying the scroll's spell into her spellbook, using the items she has carefully placed around her to test and check things as she goes. She does it fairly quietly, with a few exclamations as trials are made.
After a couple of hours trundling along the clifftop track, the gentle rain moves on to settle over the farms and woodland down the northward slopes. Faera takes the opportunity to make a copy of a scroll. To Ghurr it looks similar to the type of work he has seen his father do, which he could never get his head around but always admired. Around her the conversation about the events in Fort Imma and the possible involvement of the Baron continues. Perhaps some of you choose to walk for a while, to stretch your legs. Perhaps you nap for a while, sitting slumped in a corner. Other travelers pass by you on the other side of the road, walking, riding, by cart or by wagon. A few nod in your direction, or give a cordial "Afternoon!" Many eyes linger a little longer than necessary - a party in these parts which contains no humans, gnomes or halflings at all is worthy of curiosity.
Eventually you arrive at a building just off the road to the north. It is just after 6 in the evening, and an orange glow to the east shows where the sun has recently dipped below the horizon. Your driver, who over the course of the journey has introduced himself as Diggory Sadler, turns the cart off the road into a courtyard. Though twilight is setting in there is still plenty of light to see the place you will spend the night. It is a two storey building in a chunky L shape, walls made of thick wooden beams around walls of roughly squared flint blocks and mortar. Chimneys giving off smoke and light flickering through shuttered windows speak of warmth and dry clothes.
"You all head in, get warm," says Diggory. "I'll get the horses stabled."
Indeed there is a stable close by, another two storey building with a pair of broad doors, currently closed against the chill air.
Making your way in, you pass a sign which proclaims this place to be The Eagle's Flight, showing a sea eagle soaring over these very cliffs. Indoors you are met with the expected warmth as two large fireplaces fill the single large room with light and the comforting scent of woodsmoke.
A Halfling woman bustles past the solid tables, comfortable looking chairs, and the few fellow travellers who have arrived here before you. It looks like a step up from The Skelly, but about level with The Hidden Dragon Inn, for those who have patronised either of those while in Imma.
"Hello! Welcome to the Eagle's Flight!" says the Halfling woman. "I'm Verity Bogbarrel. How many are you? And how many nights will you be staying with us?"
Ghurr smiles at the warmth of the fire and the warmth of the halfling woman.
"Ghurr one, and . . . " Ghurr starts and pauses as he looks at the others. He then points at each of four others in the group. "And Ilithir one, and Faera one, and Mala one, and Thurodim one."
Ghurr nods happily, looking at how many fingers are on his hand.
"All five are one," Ghurr says then adds. "And one night."
He heads towards the fire to dry his shaggy fur off when he suddenly stops.
"Diggory one too, but he in stable now" Ghurr says. "Five and one."
Thurodim would walk in silence unless spoken to, giving Mala an occasional smile, also curiously glancing over at Faera and her writing. As they reach the Eagle's Flight he gallantly lets the ladies in first, then nodding at Ghurr, impressed with his arithmetic calculations. He then tries to find a table near the fireplace where Ghurr is standing, taking a seat and putting his gear by his chair, ready to order something to eat. As Verity comes over he would also ask about the latest news/rumors from Soft Rest, ready with a nice tip for some juicy tidbits.
"Diggory, thanks for taking care of the horses, we'll meet you inside!" Faera appears pretty cheery to have arrived at the inn, looking up at the building before heading inside. Once they make their way into the main room, Faera tries to discreetly check out the other travelers that have already made themselves comfortable.
Once the rest of her party start to settle in, Faera joins them, "Verity, I'm starving, what would you recommend?"
"I could certainly use a bite of something to eat myself," Mala agrees, casually eyeing the room once they come inside. "And individual rooms for each would be nice if you have them.'
Leaving his companions with his question, the elf closed his eyes and fell into silence. His was a sword capable to warn out ambushes so there was no need to keep tension and open eyes. Instead he focused on resting. First to regain the forces of his pact magic. Then he converted half of it into a cluster of energy he could use to bend the nature of his spells. After that he just let his mind drift into sleep.
He woke few minutes before the Diggory took the cart outside of the road and welcomed the sight of an inn. As they entered the place Ilithir felt the warmth upon his skin, gentle like the touch of a lover. After the innkeeper spoke Ghurr was the first to answer, given her their numbers. Mala then interjects asking for individual rooms. That takes care of the necessities, he said with the voice of his mind.
“It is a pleasure to meet you.” The elf said in a calm, almost gentle tone. “I would also like to have your suggestion for dinner, with some ale to accompany. Also, anything new around these parts?”
Taverns were known for being places where information gathered. Maybe the halfling had news about the attacks on the village, although he hoped not. Any news there could only be bad.
Verity apologises to the group, "I'm sorry, we can give four of you single rooms, but you sir, and you sir," she nods to Thurodim and Ghurr. "I'm afraid we only have one Big And Tall room, and it's a two-bed. Are you alright sharing?"
As you all take a table near one of the two large fireplaces, she continues.
"As for food, we have an excellent rabbit stew on the go this evening, it'll warm you right through. Or there's a cheese and potato pie due out of the oven in about 10 minutes. Both going for 2 silver moons. We have a few ales, all local to Immawold, personally I would recommend the Dilly Dally, brewed on Dilly Farm away westward, not too strong, that's 3 copper crowns a pint. Although if you are after something stronger there's Tarwen's Dagger, brewed in Soft's Rest just down the road, that's 5 crowns."
At Illithir's introduction she blushes a little. "Oh, a pleasure to meet you too sir," and she bobs a little curtsy. "Well you can't help but pick up a bit of gossip in a place like this, sir. I'm happy to let you in on some when I bring you back any food or drink you might like. But I'll say this, Soft's Rest is certainly most of it," she says towards Thurodim. "Makes me think perhaps you have some rumour to trade too." She gives Thurodim a wink.
Faera's Perception check: 22 (view in Game Log)
Glancing around the room, you can see that there are five other people currently seated at tables:
a female dwarf who is sat at a corner table with;
a female human. There are small stacks of coins on the table between them, which the dwarf is counting while the human makes notes in a ledger.
You catch fragments of their conversation - "...from Gallermon, that takes us to twen... no then there should be fifteen from Gov... be fine if we can just get to Mazemouth before..."
A male half-elf, who is seated with;
A younger male human, and;
An older male human. They are well dressed, and are enjoying a bottle of deep red wine between them.
You recognise that they wear the emblem of the Whitebridge Guild of Merchant Tailors.
“It was the group who fell of the tower, according to Coporal Singer herself.” He said to Faera, breaking his silence for the first time since the travel proper started. “They were approached by a tiefling man and a human woman singing praises to the watch. They gave the box to the soldiers and suggested they used in a crowded area of the city, stage a spectacle and save the day, you know? It was a strike of luck that Singer thought it better to use the thing on the tower, otherwise far more than four would have died.” That or some of the praise he used to calm the woman was actually warranted. He could not be sure at that point. “Considering that a whole group of five that by virtue of their job didn’t find anything suspicious on the suggestion and that it took me some effort to make the survivor as much as think that the duo made anything wrong, I think they were charmed. But the strangest thing, the thing that made Heran decide the work is not worth the risk, was that when we went to report to our patron the seneschal of Baron Housta was dissing the Commander in a meeting. He even knew the number of soldiers hurt in combat, though he assumed all had died. Information on ‘good authority’, he said before suggesting that we take any money Landgrave owed us before Landgrave is no longer in a position to pay.
Assuming the perception check is looking out at the countryside, seeing what she can see.
The path here rises gently as you travel eastward, before eventually levelling out. Apart from the high cliff a few yards to your right, the area around the road is open grassland, clear for 2-3 miles as the land slopes gradually downwards to the north before meeting patchy woodland.
Those of you thinking defensively, there would be plenty of time to see any ambush or attack, and almost nowhere to hide, save for a few lonely farms set back from the cliff edge.
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DM - Torosevia (WIP homebrew world)
Kelytha Meliamne - Matti Silverstorm - Silver - Star-Setting-In-The-East - Tor Baltos
Thurodim listens to Ilithir but doesn't quite understand. "How do we know it was the guards that fell down from the tower that placed the box there? And what were they told would happen with the box? Were they told it would draw the Harpies to it?" Thurodim asks as he walks alongside the cart, scratching the wet dark hair of his head.
Faera enjoys the peaceful setting as they travel, looking out to the random lonely farms set across the landscape. As Illithir informs them of what he knows, she snaps her head back to look at him, "The seneschal of Baron Housta? How peculiar, and I know it appeared when we first met with the Commander something else was going on behind the scenes, but this is worse than I thought. I wonder why they want the Commander out of position? At least it sounds that way. Too bad about Heran, she'll be missed."
Ghurr drifts in and out of sleep as he gets used to the rolling, rocking motion of the cart. It's just as well, he doesn't know what a seneschal is or why what was going on behind the commander was more important than what was going on in front of the commander.
“The entire plan the human and tiefling proposed was to call harpies in a busy area of the city. They taught Singer how to use the brooch and told explicitly what would happen. She was the one who told us all the history, but while she did she was incapable of noticing by herself that the two strangers had done anything wrong.” That still bothered him, although not as much as the information the seneschal held. The man had eyes on the matter as it happened. “She said the human used a expensive looking cape. I may be thinking too much but two strangers well dressed appearing with a magic item handed to cause chaos in the city while the envoy of a noble appears provoking Landgrave and, saying that he will be out of his position and with precise information on the wounded? Seems like a mastermind to me and I think seemed like that to Heran too. She decided it was better to not deal with things involving the Baron.” And who could blame her, Ilithir thought raising his head toward the skies and closing his eyes for a moment, feeling the rain over his face. He always loved the rain. “What about you guys? Youthink the brooch may be related to Housta?”
(Sorry, looks like what I thought I posted yesterday didn't actually post. Try again...)
Mala shakes her head, "Ilithir didn't mention the group had been drinking, Corporal Singer was isolated from her friends when the two approached her alone. Inebriated, she bought what they were saying about brining glory to their guard. It's not shocking to me what she did."
Mala then shrugs, "Not that it matters much how they influenced her. They did."
Then she nods toward Ilithir, "Makes sense though the seneschal might be involved. And if him, then the baron too."
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard || Iromae Quinaea, Cleric
Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer || Bronnryn Hethgar, Cleric
Thurodim shakes his head slowly and grumbles. This smelled like intrigue and plotting to him and he loathed and despised men who didn't step out in the light to take their fights. He hoped the work in Soft's Rest would be straight forward at least.
( Would Thurodim have heard any tavern rumors about the baron or the seneschal? Knowledge check: 10 )
You have certainly heard tavern rumours about Housta. He's the nominal leader of Fort Imma after all. It's well known that his family have been the Barons of Imma for generations, based on their past military successes. However Idris is no soldier or general, though he likes to play pretend. When he is seen in Imma, which is rarely, he wears an elaborate military uniform. In the type of taverns you frequent, feelings about him are mixed. On the one hand, trade has flourished under him and his father before him. On the other hand, very few are happy with the level of taxation, the profits of which go directly to the Barony.
People gossip about the parties he is said to have thrown in Whitebridge - did you hear about the time he brought in a chained owlbear and had it dance to pipe music? Or when he tried having drinks served by flying monkeys, and everyone ended up covered in Etranian wine?
People also say they wouldn't be surprised if he became one of the next Justiciars.
DM - Storm King's Thunder
DM - Torosevia (WIP homebrew world)
Kelytha Meliamne - Matti Silverstorm - Silver - Star-Setting-In-The-East - Tor Baltos
Far less is known or said about the Seneschal, though he is rarely seen far from the Baron, and is said to manage all those parts of the Baron's household and financial interests in which Housta himself has no interest, which is most of it.
DM - Storm King's Thunder
DM - Torosevia (WIP homebrew world)
Kelytha Meliamne - Matti Silverstorm - Silver - Star-Setting-In-The-East - Tor Baltos
All that Thurodim had ever heard of the decadence of Baron Housta made him hope he would not have to ever deal with that man, or his Seneschal for that matter, but he seldom had gotten what he hoped for in life. "I don't see why the Baron would want to kill those guards but then I don't understand politics and intrigue." The massive green half-orc grumbles to Ilithir, seemingly annoyed over the thought that someone would let people get killed just to play some simple game of intrigue.
Assuming nothing happens during the last hour of rain, once it has cleared, Faera gathers herself in a corner of the cart, and starts pulling things out of her pack. One of the items is a scroll that she unrolls and sets next to her, also from within her pack she pulls out her spellbook. She runs her hand lovingly over the book's dark leather cover before she opens it with a sigh. She smiles as she gets to work, copying the scroll's spell into her spellbook, using the items she has carefully placed around her to test and check things as she goes. She does it fairly quietly, with a few exclamations as trials are made.
After a couple of hours trundling along the clifftop track, the gentle rain moves on to settle over the farms and woodland down the northward slopes. Faera takes the opportunity to make a copy of a scroll. To Ghurr it looks similar to the type of work he has seen his father do, which he could never get his head around but always admired. Around her the conversation about the events in Fort Imma and the possible involvement of the Baron continues. Perhaps some of you choose to walk for a while, to stretch your legs. Perhaps you nap for a while, sitting slumped in a corner. Other travelers pass by you on the other side of the road, walking, riding, by cart or by wagon. A few nod in your direction, or give a cordial "Afternoon!" Many eyes linger a little longer than necessary - a party in these parts which contains no humans, gnomes or halflings at all is worthy of curiosity.
Eventually you arrive at a building just off the road to the north. It is just after 6 in the evening, and an orange glow to the east shows where the sun has recently dipped below the horizon. Your driver, who over the course of the journey has introduced himself as Diggory Sadler, turns the cart off the road into a courtyard. Though twilight is setting in there is still plenty of light to see the place you will spend the night. It is a two storey building in a chunky L shape, walls made of thick wooden beams around walls of roughly squared flint blocks and mortar. Chimneys giving off smoke and light flickering through shuttered windows speak of warmth and dry clothes.
"You all head in, get warm," says Diggory. "I'll get the horses stabled."
Indeed there is a stable close by, another two storey building with a pair of broad doors, currently closed against the chill air.
Making your way in, you pass a sign which proclaims this place to be The Eagle's Flight, showing a sea eagle soaring over these very cliffs. Indoors you are met with the expected warmth as two large fireplaces fill the single large room with light and the comforting scent of woodsmoke.
A Halfling woman bustles past the solid tables, comfortable looking chairs, and the few fellow travellers who have arrived here before you. It looks like a step up from The Skelly, but about level with The Hidden Dragon Inn, for those who have patronised either of those while in Imma.
"Hello! Welcome to the Eagle's Flight!" says the Halfling woman. "I'm Verity Bogbarrel. How many are you? And how many nights will you be staying with us?"
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DM - Torosevia (WIP homebrew world)
Kelytha Meliamne - Matti Silverstorm - Silver - Star-Setting-In-The-East - Tor Baltos
Ghurr smiles at the warmth of the fire and the warmth of the halfling woman.
"Ghurr one, and . . . " Ghurr starts and pauses as he looks at the others. He then points at each of four others in the group. "And Ilithir one, and Faera one, and Mala one, and Thurodim one."
Ghurr nods happily, looking at how many fingers are on his hand.
"All five are one," Ghurr says then adds. "And one night."
He heads towards the fire to dry his shaggy fur off when he suddenly stops.
"Diggory one too, but he in stable now" Ghurr says. "Five and one."
Thurodim would walk in silence unless spoken to, giving Mala an occasional smile, also curiously glancing over at Faera and her writing.
As they reach the Eagle's Flight he gallantly lets the ladies in first, then nodding at Ghurr, impressed with his arithmetic calculations.
He then tries to find a table near the fireplace where Ghurr is standing, taking a seat and putting his gear by his chair, ready to order something to eat.
As Verity comes over he would also ask about the latest news/rumors from Soft Rest, ready with a nice tip for some juicy tidbits.
"Diggory, thanks for taking care of the horses, we'll meet you inside!" Faera appears pretty cheery to have arrived at the inn, looking up at the building before heading inside. Once they make their way into the main room, Faera tries to discreetly check out the other travelers that have already made themselves comfortable.
Once the rest of her party start to settle in, Faera joins them, "Verity, I'm starving, what would you recommend?"
"I could certainly use a bite of something to eat myself," Mala agrees, casually eyeing the room once they come inside. "And individual rooms for each would be nice if you have them.'
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Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer || Bronnryn Hethgar, Cleric
Leaving his companions with his question, the elf closed his eyes and fell into silence. His was a sword capable to warn out ambushes so there was no need to keep tension and open eyes. Instead he focused on resting. First to regain the forces of his pact magic. Then he converted half of it into a cluster of energy he could use to bend the nature of his spells. After that he just let his mind drift into sleep.
He woke few minutes before the Diggory took the cart outside of the road and welcomed the sight of an inn. As they entered the place Ilithir felt the warmth upon his skin, gentle like the touch of a lover. After the innkeeper spoke Ghurr was the first to answer, given her their numbers. Mala then interjects asking for individual rooms. That takes care of the necessities, he said with the voice of his mind.
“It is a pleasure to meet you.” The elf said in a calm, almost gentle tone. “I would also like to have your suggestion for dinner, with some ale to accompany. Also, anything new around these parts?”
Taverns were known for being places where information gathered. Maybe the halfling had news about the attacks on the village, although he hoped not. Any news there could only be bad.
Verity apologises to the group, "I'm sorry, we can give four of you single rooms, but you sir, and you sir," she nods to Thurodim and Ghurr. "I'm afraid we only have one Big And Tall room, and it's a two-bed. Are you alright sharing?"
As you all take a table near one of the two large fireplaces, she continues.
"As for food, we have an excellent rabbit stew on the go this evening, it'll warm you right through. Or there's a cheese and potato pie due out of the oven in about 10 minutes. Both going for 2 silver moons. We have a few ales, all local to Immawold, personally I would recommend the Dilly Dally, brewed on Dilly Farm away westward, not too strong, that's 3 copper crowns a pint. Although if you are after something stronger there's Tarwen's Dagger, brewed in Soft's Rest just down the road, that's 5 crowns."
At Illithir's introduction she blushes a little. "Oh, a pleasure to meet you too sir," and she bobs a little curtsy. "Well you can't help but pick up a bit of gossip in a place like this, sir. I'm happy to let you in on some when I bring you back any food or drink you might like. But I'll say this, Soft's Rest is certainly most of it," she says towards Thurodim. "Makes me think perhaps you have some rumour to trade too." She gives Thurodim a wink.
Faera's Perception check: 22 (view in Game Log)
Glancing around the room, you can see that there are five other people currently seated at tables:
You catch fragments of their conversation - "...from Gallermon, that takes us to twen... no then there should be fifteen from Gov... be fine if we can just get to Mazemouth before..."
A male half-elf, who is seated with;
A younger male human, and;
An older male human. They are well dressed, and are enjoying a bottle of deep red wine between them.
You recognise that they wear the emblem of the Whitebridge Guild of Merchant Tailors.
DM - Storm King's Thunder
DM - Torosevia (WIP homebrew world)
Kelytha Meliamne - Matti Silverstorm - Silver - Star-Setting-In-The-East - Tor Baltos
Ghurr smiles down at Verity.
"You have Ghurr size beds?" he asks, laughing. "Ghurr not have Ghurr size bed for . . . "
Ghurr trails off as he tries to remember the last time he slept in a bed where his feet didn't stick out off the end.
He then looks over at Thurodim.
"Ghurr okay share. But can sleep in stable if Thurodim not like share."
Ghurr then turns his attention back to Verity, patting his stomach.
"Stew, lots of stew, and Dilly Dally for Ghurr, please."