As you walk down the road to the left, you pass several quaint houses and a few small shops which appear to be closed. Eventually, you come to a large building. Welcoming sounds and comforting light come from the open double doors and windows. The smell of fresh baked bread and roasted meat and vegetables greet you as you approach the building. Above the doors is a large sign with a picture of a dark haired elf sitting on a stone and playing a lute. Strung across his back is a long bow, and a quiver full of arrows sits at his feet. Below the sign are the words "Sorio's Rest" in bold black letters.
Taxidea inhales deeply, taking in the smells coming from the Tavern. "Smells a whole lot better than those Bugbears we met. Whatdaya say? Shall we fill our bellies?", he says walking through the open door.
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"...at worst if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat."
Orion pauses to admire the sign, and steps into Sorio's Rest. He scans the scene carefully, noting any "dangerous" types in the room. He moves to the bar, looking for the barkeep.
As you enter the tavern, you do not notice any humans. Most of the clientele is made equally of elves and dwarves with a few . . . goblins? Yes. Several little, pointy-eared goblins are milling about amongst the crowd. One even seems to be working as a serving wench, wearing a provocative apron and carrying a tray containing plates of roasted meat and vegetables to a table of dwarves. Another sits near the large hearth to one side of the room and plucks at a small guitar while a group of elves listens intently. (Orion, you also notice a small group of bugbears off in one corner trying to be inconspicuous and keeping mostly to themselves.) The crowd quiets down slightly as you enter, and a few heads turn in your direction briefly before returning to their conversations. A couple of people stare at Alora.
Orion says, "I'll take a mug of your best ale, thank you." He puts two silver pieces on the bar. Without being obvious, he is continually scanning the bugbear group in the corner.
Taxidea taps Prim on the leg to get her attention, leans close and whispers: "You mentioned 'good' goblins and a Bugbear that saved you - hopefully these are some of the ones you were talking about...or at least not related to the group we deposited in the brush last night..."
Then he turns to the bar. "Barkeep, I'll have an ale as well - and a plate of whatever they're having!", he says, motioning to the table of dwarves.
"...at worst if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat."
As Prim enters she takes note of the smells, the roast meat & veggies the dwarves ordered, any stew or item on the grill now, and if there's a menu (perhaps on a chalkboard), she reads it quickly. She takes a seat at a table and orders what seems best when the waitress gets there.
She scans the bugbears to see if Vlar is among them (if so, she sees if he's avoiding her before she greets him).
Perception of 8 if needed
Prim whispers. "Well Badger, I (OOC Bruce - do or don't) see Vlar in that group. And I'm clueless about their kin relationships. Vlar had no qualms about killing them, make of that what you will. And reading the room, the elves & dwarves are at ease. They're normally, shall we say particular, about their acquaintances so if they aren't worried, we should be fine."
Prim looks to see if there are rooms upstairs for lodging, to see if they need to find lodging elsewhere.
"If you want news," the bartender smiles at Alora as he scoops up the coins and begins pouring the drinks, "a daily bulletin is posted in the market square every morning. For anything official, you might want to check with the FDF at the fortress. If you want rumors and gossip, you are in the right place. What are you interested in knowing?"
Meanwhile, Orion sees a bugbear giving the group a furtive glance then whispering something to one of its companions. Prim does not see Vlar with the bugbears.
Orion discreetly whispers to Alora, "Those bugbears in the corner seem to be planning something- they are glancing at us and furtively whispering. Be prepared." He positions himself at the bar, further away from the bugbears, so that he can leap onto the bar in the event of a brawl. He drinks his ale with obvious satisfaction. Still keeping an eye on the bugbears.
One of the bugbears stands up abruptly and points an accusing finger at Prim. "Hey! You!" it hollers from across the room. "I recognize you! You were there when the siege camp fell into chaos! You are one of the Liberators!"
The whole tavern grows quiet as everyone turns their attention to Primrose Perianth.
Oskar steps in front of Prim. Showing his Morningstar and letting his shield thud against the half rotten floorboards of the tavern. He stands at his full height, his grizzled grey appearance speaking for him as remains silent.
Taxidea climbs up on the table and draws himself up to his full 3' 1" of height. "You say that like it's a bad thing friend. I think what you meant to say was 'Thank you.' But if you've got a problem, maybe we need to take this conversation outside."
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"...at worst if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat."
"No problem, little one," the bugbear laughs with a sneer and a toothy grin. "Just wanted to offer the lady a drink. She and her friends did a great service for us," he gestures to his companions, who all begin to rise. "Without the fall of Maglubiyet's Warlord, we would not be free to do as we please in this new land."
"I'd be careful of that bunch," the bartender whispers to Orion and Alora. "Bugbears are tolerated here, but that bunch is new in town and have not been very friendly to the locals, if you know what I mean."
”Follow my lead if there is going to be a problem best deal with it now.”
Alora steps over to the bugbears.
”She did do a great service and will be respected as such. If you have something you wana say or perhaps think you need to prove something then lets be on with it. Otherwise we expect no trouble from you from this point on and if we hear of any…”
Alora will flare the natural fire of her hair bright and flicker fire in her hands.
"No problem, little one," the bugbear laughs with a sneer and a toothy grin. "Just wanted to offer the lady a drink. She and her friends did a great service for us," he gestures to his companions, who all begin to rise. "Without the fall of Maglubiyet's Warlord, we would not be free to do as we please in this new land."
Taxidea mutters under his breath, "Keep it up and you'll get your ugly ass kicked by this 'little one'..." then whispers to Prim, "I dont' trust these jokers as far as I can throw em'."
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"...at worst if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat."
The situation escalated faster than Prim expected. She gets up and interposes between the party and the bugbears.
"Friends", she says, addressing the party. "Let us not be the ones to start a fight, even if only to avoid the cliche of the rowdy adventurers."
"And thank you for your recognition", she says to the bugbears. "A bugbear saved my life at that battle and I'm grateful Hopefully we can all continue freeing victims of that war god".
"You'll get no trouble from us," the bugbear leader says to Alora with his hands up in front of him. "See what I mean, boys?" he turns to his companions. "Try to be nice to these people and they immediately want to fight."
"I say we show them a thing or two about hospitality," one of the other bugbears growls.
Oskar nods to the bugbears and relaxes. "We prefer peace, but I will protect those I'm with from harm. I meant no offense if your intentions are pure."
Orion nonchalantly sips his ale. He seems relaxed, but his companions can see he is ready to spring into action. He quietly orders some beef stew to eat at the bar.
As you walk down the road to the left, you pass several quaint houses and a few small shops which appear to be closed. Eventually, you come to a large building. Welcoming sounds and comforting light come from the open double doors and windows. The smell of fresh baked bread and roasted meat and vegetables greet you as you approach the building. Above the doors is a large sign with a picture of a dark haired elf sitting on a stone and playing a lute. Strung across his back is a long bow, and a quiver full of arrows sits at his feet. Below the sign are the words "Sorio's Rest" in bold black letters.
Taxidea inhales deeply, taking in the smells coming from the Tavern. "Smells a whole lot better than those Bugbears we met. Whatdaya say? Shall we fill our bellies?", he says walking through the open door.
"...at worst if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat."
Orion pauses to admire the sign, and steps into Sorio's Rest. He scans the scene carefully, noting any "dangerous" types in the room. He moves to the bar, looking for the barkeep.
As you enter the tavern, you do not notice any humans. Most of the clientele is made equally of elves and dwarves with a few . . . goblins? Yes. Several little, pointy-eared goblins are milling about amongst the crowd. One even seems to be working as a serving wench, wearing a provocative apron and carrying a tray containing plates of roasted meat and vegetables to a table of dwarves. Another sits near the large hearth to one side of the room and plucks at a small guitar while a group of elves listens intently. (Orion, you also notice a small group of bugbears off in one corner trying to be inconspicuous and keeping mostly to themselves.) The crowd quiets down slightly as you enter, and a few heads turn in your direction briefly before returning to their conversations. A couple of people stare at Alora.
Alora takes stock of the inhabitants before striding up to the bar.
”Give me a shot of the strongest stuff you have here and if I wanted information who would I see?”
she pushes two extra gold coins across the top of the bar.
Orion says, "I'll take a mug of your best ale, thank you." He puts two silver pieces on the bar. Without being obvious, he is continually scanning the bugbear group in the corner.
Taxidea taps Prim on the leg to get her attention, leans close and whispers: "You mentioned 'good' goblins and a Bugbear that saved you - hopefully these are some of the ones you were talking about...or at least not related to the group we deposited in the brush last night..."
Then he turns to the bar. "Barkeep, I'll have an ale as well - and a plate of whatever they're having!", he says, motioning to the table of dwarves.
"...at worst if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat."
As Prim enters she takes note of the smells, the roast meat & veggies the dwarves ordered, any stew or item on the grill now, and if there's a menu (perhaps on a chalkboard), she reads it quickly. She takes a seat at a table and orders what seems best when the waitress gets there.
She scans the bugbears to see if Vlar is among them (if so, she sees if he's avoiding her before she greets him).
Perception of 8 if needed
Prim whispers. "Well Badger, I (OOC Bruce - do or don't) see Vlar in that group. And I'm clueless about their kin relationships. Vlar had no qualms about killing them, make of that what you will. And reading the room, the elves & dwarves are at ease. They're normally, shall we say particular, about their acquaintances so if they aren't worried, we should be fine."
Prim looks to see if there are rooms upstairs for lodging, to see if they need to find lodging elsewhere.
"If you want news," the bartender smiles at Alora as he scoops up the coins and begins pouring the drinks, "a daily bulletin is posted in the market square every morning. For anything official, you might want to check with the FDF at the fortress. If you want rumors and gossip, you are in the right place. What are you interested in knowing?"
Meanwhile, Orion sees a bugbear giving the group a furtive glance then whispering something to one of its companions. Prim does not see Vlar with the bugbears.
Orion discreetly whispers to Alora, "Those bugbears in the corner seem to be planning something- they are glancing at us and furtively whispering. Be prepared." He positions himself at the bar, further away from the bugbears, so that he can leap onto the bar in the event of a brawl. He drinks his ale with obvious satisfaction. Still keeping an eye on the bugbears.
One of the bugbears stands up abruptly and points an accusing finger at Prim. "Hey! You!" it hollers from across the room. "I recognize you! You were there when the siege camp fell into chaos! You are one of the Liberators!"
The whole tavern grows quiet as everyone turns their attention to Primrose Perianth.
Oskar steps in front of Prim. Showing his Morningstar and letting his shield thud against the half rotten floorboards of the tavern. He stands at his full height, his grizzled grey appearance speaking for him as remains silent.
Taxidea climbs up on the table and draws himself up to his full 3' 1" of height. "You say that like it's a bad thing friend. I think what you meant to say was 'Thank you.' But if you've got a problem, maybe we need to take this conversation outside."
"...at worst if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat."
"No problem, little one," the bugbear laughs with a sneer and a toothy grin. "Just wanted to offer the lady a drink. She and her friends did a great service for us," he gestures to his companions, who all begin to rise. "Without the fall of Maglubiyet's Warlord, we would not be free to do as we please in this new land."
"I'd be careful of that bunch," the bartender whispers to Orion and Alora. "Bugbears are tolerated here, but that bunch is new in town and have not been very friendly to the locals, if you know what I mean."
Alora whispers to Orion.
”Follow my lead if there is going to be a problem best deal with it now.”
Alora steps over to the bugbears.
”She did do a great service and will be respected as such. If you have something you wana say or perhaps think you need to prove something then lets be on with it. Otherwise we expect no trouble from you from this point on and if we hear of any…”
Alora will flare the natural fire of her hair bright and flicker fire in her hands.
Taxidea mutters under his breath, "Keep it up and you'll get your ugly ass kicked by this 'little one'..." then whispers to Prim, "I dont' trust these jokers as far as I can throw em'."
"...at worst if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat."
The situation escalated faster than Prim expected. She gets up and interposes between the party and the bugbears.
"Friends", she says, addressing the party. "Let us not be the ones to start a fight, even if only to avoid the cliche of the rowdy adventurers."
"And thank you for your recognition", she says to the bugbears. "A bugbear saved my life at that battle and I'm grateful Hopefully we can all continue freeing victims of that war god".
"You'll get no trouble from us," the bugbear leader says to Alora with his hands up in front of him. "See what I mean, boys?" he turns to his companions. "Try to be nice to these people and they immediately want to fight."
"I say we show them a thing or two about hospitality," one of the other bugbears growls.
Oskar nods to the bugbears and relaxes. "We prefer peace, but I will protect those I'm with from harm. I meant no offense if your intentions are pure."
Orion nonchalantly sips his ale. He seems relaxed, but his companions can see he is ready to spring into action. He quietly orders some beef stew to eat at the bar.