Nightime begins to settle over the city of Halfhaven as your party stands outside a large, two-story tavern. The chimneys are billowing smoke, filling the night's air with the aroma of mouth-watering foodstuffs. The sign over the door has a carving of a carefree piglet on a seat swing, swinging over two hungry wolves. An arch of brass lettering over the door reads: "The Swinging Piglet." Music and merry-making can be heard through the oak door beside the large stained glass window at the front of the establishment. Suddenly, a shower of bright, colorful shards explodes outward as a figure sails through the air! The person impacts face-first into the muddy street and slides 10 feet before coming to a stop at the party's feet. A massive dwarven cheer erupts from inside the tavern's now-shattered front window.
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Walking amicably with the others and anticipating their reunion with Tegin, Aaric stops suddenly, startled by the explosion of color and sound from the establishment before them - the very place they were heading for. Looking down in dismay at the figure splayed ignominiously in the muck before them, Aaric frowns and shakes his head. "That is truly unfortunate... That was a very nice window. Can't be easy - or inexpensive - to replace, those."
Looking at the inert figure, the druid sighs, and reaches down towards the person. "I suppose I should see if there's any injury - other than to the scenery, and their dignity..."
Medicine check (if needed) 16
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"Sure is lively here. It's like someone's having a birthday party or a victory after battle. I wonder what this is about..." Jackson mutters under his own breath as he paces quietly towards the tavern, unaware that he missed the reason of what the ruckus is all about. All of a sudden, the crashing of a window causes his young, 17-year old heart to jump inside of his well built body. "WOAH WHAT THE HECK!" he screamed as a figure crashes through the tavern's rainbow-stained glass panels. In response Jackson did not even hesitate for a microsecond to rush over to the faceplanted man. "You ok, sir?! What was that Kamikaze-like entrance through the beautiful glass all about-" He glances at his dazed face. "W-Wait... Is that...?!".
(You know what since everyone's going to roll some skill check I'll do the same thing. Medicine to check (ignore the first roll in the log I punched the wrong button: 21)
Alkyn rushes up to the fallen figure, "Whoa, friend! Let me help you." He tries to help them to their feet, patting of the dirt and gently removing pieces of broken glass. As he roughly pats the dust and muck from their clothes he tries to determine if he knows them. If not, he puts his back to the crowd and quickly assesses if they are carrying anything valuable that might be easily lifted from their person.
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Elijah is also startled to see a man flying through the window and landing on the floor. However, unlike everyone else attending to the man, Elijah approaches the window. He first peers into the tavern before trying to calculate the size of the damage done to the window. He then shakes his head,
"No, it's no good. The window is too big. I can't mend this window. Someone will have to fix it, meaning someone will probably have to pay for it."
He then looks through the window again before turning away from the tavern and shrugging his shoulders.
(Perception: 22)
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Soma had been enjoying the company of his friends as they approached The Swinging Piglet. Still, he was a bit worried; while he trusted Tegin, he was a bit concerned at the vagueness of his message.
It was while the warrior was deep in thought, not even noticing that they had reached the tavern, when a figure burst through the front window, as if tossed. Soma stared and blinked as cheers erupted in the background, and he couldn't help himself--he started belly-laughing. He wasn't trying to be cruel; he was glad the others were tending to the figure, but the absurdity of the situation wasn't lost to him. What kind of place was this? Who was this man, and what had he done to wind up flying through a window? And why would it cause a spontaneous cheer?
Soma wiped away tears as his laughs diminished to chuckles, then a simple smile. "Sorry,"he said to the others. "I'll see what's going on." Suppressing his smile, the warrior walked inside, then looked around, trying to appraise the entire situation.
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Examining the person lying in the street reveals to be a young gray-skinned half-orc. He looks up with small shards of glass stuck in his face and hair. "*HIC* -Did I- *HIC* -Did I win?" he slurs.
Medicine Checks: The half-orc could use some minor medical attention for a few small cuts or a good night's sleep. No real injury to cause alarm... Other than being VERY drunk.
Sleight of Hand: Alkyn pat down of the half-orc reveals 1 copper coins and a small silver flask sloshing with liquid. "Oh wow. *HIC* You've got the same flask too!" the half-orcs take a swig from the flask in Alkyn's hands. "You've got good tastes friend!"
Elijah and Soma both noticed Alkyn's actions.
Suddenly, the half-orc's face turns a few shades green. Aaric, Jackson, and Alkyn must pass a Dex Save DC 10 or get vomited on.
Afterward, the half-orc begins to wander down the street drunkenly.
As Elijah peers through the broken window and Soma enters the front door, they find the tavern in an eruption of celebrations! A band of bards are playing a festive fast-paced ditty on a corner stage. A few patrons have removed the tables and are dancing and laughing on the large open floor.
A band of dwarves are by the table next to the shattered front window. The one dwarf sitting at the table is smiling a toothy grin ear-to-ear and rubbing his right shoulder and arm while his brothers cheer and slap him on the back. "Nada one of ye can be Thurnik Hardfront's arm! HAHA!"
Soma had noticed Alkyn's pilfering, but as usual, chose to say nothing. While an actual useful skill, the man "practiced" it far too often; but in the barbarian's mind, the only cure would be him getting caught enough times to dissuade him. Problem was, he rarely got caught, and seemed to be getting better.
The warrior decided to turn his attention to the tavern instead, and soon stepped back out with a returned smile. "Looks like the orc lost an arm wrestling match to a dwarf, if you can believe it." He shook his head, then took on a more serious tone. "Didn't see Tegin in there yet. Maybe we should grab a table and wait?"
DEX Save in log: Excuse me I didn't want a nat 20 what the heck...
Jackson sidesteps to avoid being vomited on as he knows he can't immediately summon his shield from his right arm in time before he gives the half-orca dirty look behind his back as he leaves.
"Geez they're so rowdy. Glad that wasn't Tegin himself..." He mutters under his own breath and sighs in relief. In response to Soma's words: "I don't see why not. Besides, we were supposed to meet up in this place anyway am I right?"
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Elijah notices Alkyn's sleight of hand. However, he doesn't say anything or thinks much of it. However, he does decide to enter the tavern, pushing past Soma.
Once inside the tavern, Elijah watches the patrons and the bards for a moment. He cannot help but find his spirits are lifted by seeing such a jolly sight. He makes his way over to the bards. He then pulls out his lute and plays, joining in with the rest of the bards.
(Performance: 22 + 2 if proficiency is permitted for being proficient with a lute)
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Alkyn's eyes look blankly at his empty hands or, more accurately, at the space that the silver flask used to occupy, as he tries to understand how he failed to relieve a drunk of all of his valuables. Not a good start to the evening, he thinks glumly. His reverie is interrupted as his intended victim starts to heave uncontrollably. Taking a slow step to the side and moving backwards he easily evades the half-orc's noxious out-pourings then watches bemused as they weave their way down the street.
Pocketing the coins, he turns to his companions and grins. "I need a drink. I think I'm losing my touch."
He waits a moment, follows the others into the inn then walks up to the bar, "Brandy. Elven, if you have it."
As he waits he idly slides a pair of dice through is fingers while eyeing the patrons, looking for other predators such as himself, guards, bouncers, or other keepers of the peace, and finally for opportunities. He's not really concerned about Tegin, feeling sure that he will make his presence known when it suits him.
about to render first aid to the drunken half-orc, Aaric notes the telltale signs of a person about to lose the contents of their stomach and is able to gracefully jump aside just in time. Sighing in disgust, he watches the half orc stumble down the street, apparently, none the worse for wear. “ Likely he’s going to feel that in the morning, but that’s no longer our problem.”
following the others into the tavern, Aaric quickly agrees to join them at a table while they await Tegin, nervously looking about at the overcrowded room, and the boisterous antics of the dwarves. Clearly, the druid is not over-fond of crowded indoor spaces.
Moving to Table: Soma, Jackson, Aaric ---> The Dwarven Champion
"Hold up, Tall-folk! W'ere doyah think yur going?" three dwarves, minus Thurnik, stand blocking the group's path to the tables.
"As ye can see. We need a newh whrestler!" the dwarf with the reddish-orange beard says.
"Aye. A whrestler whilling to put down a whager!"says a dwarf with a dark brown beard giggling at a large bag of coins. "20gp from eachofyeh to challenge the champ! If yah win, yah get this heavty bag filled with bout 200gp!
The dwarf with a blonde beard says, "Also, to prove yer notta-" pointing a mocking finger at Soma,"Frightened."; then points at Jackson, "Chicken's"; and lastly points at Aaric"Dewdrop."
(OOC: Each of you can arm whrestle wrestle the dwarven champion Thurnik for 20gp each for a chance to win the large bag of about 200gp)
Troupe of Bards: Elijah --> Play or not to Play
As Elijah begins to play alongside the troupe of bards, some of them give him sharp looks to say 'Butt out! This is our gig!'
However, a young halfling flute player rolls his eyes at the companions and comes to play beside Elijah to harmonize with the rest of the troupe.
Bartender: Alkyn --> The Elephant Loxodon in the room
(OOC: The orc didn't take his flask(worth 2sp) from Alkyn. He just drank from it in Alkyn's hand and then left with Alkyn holding still holding it.)
Alkyn finds the bartender to a Loxodon with calming baby-blue eyes. "Welcome." she says in a slow-soothing voice while cleaning a glass. She slowly yet elegantly reaches behind her for a bottle of local elven brandy with her trunk without turning around, pours a drink, and places it gently in front of Alkyn. "That will be one silver, my dear."
As he waits he idly slides a pair of dice through is fingers while eyeing the patrons, looking for other predators such as himself, guards, bouncers, or other keepers of the peace, and finally for opportunities. He's not really concerned about Tegin, feeling sure that he will make his presence known when it suits him.
The bartender chuckles softly. "Indeed. If they become too rowdy." She pauses and gives Alkyn a strange all-knowing smile "A dragon may come and put fire to them all."
"As far as repairs... They fix or pay for what is broken or will be broken.
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Soma couldn't help but grin even as he rolled his eyes. He couldn't pass up an opportunity like this. Of course... tossing a half-orc was quite a feat. The warrior was pretty sure that there was a bit of chicanery behind it, but be that as it may, he was determined to confront it.
Carefully putting 20gp on the table, he sat down at the dwarves' table and readied his arm. "Let's do this," he said confidently.
(( Soma will scrutinize the table, and his opponent, for signs of cheating or foul play. Not sure which to roll, so...
As Alkyn watches on he sees Elijah move on to the stage resisted by some of the other musicians. He can't help himself, and an unexpected opportunity seems ripe for the plucking; his friends know he has a streak for mischeif, especially if there's money to be gained.
Seemingly drunk he calls out, "Get off y'amateur. Leave it to the professionals!"
He then turns to the arm wrestling, and nods conspiratorially to the bar keep, pointing with his partially empty brandy glass. "Now that one...he's stronger than he looks!"
Silvery Barbs: Disadvantage reroll 1d20 to Elijah ; advantage to Soma...
(( OOC: I *think* Elijah probably has advantage because they have an instrument, but not sure ))
At the drunken dwarf’s challenge, Aaric merely laughs softly and replies, “Been called worse than dewdrop, I have. And I’ll keep my gold, thank you – my strengths lie elsewhere. But you boys have a good time, I’ll be happy to witness the show.“
Aaric will take a place near Soma at the table, keeping an eye out for any magical assistance the dwarf might be getting. If he spots any, he would cast guidance, attempting to disguise, the spellcasting in the general noise of the place, and place a hand on Soma to give him a little extra edge.
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The Journey to Fairview
Part 1: The Bachelor and his Party
Nightime begins to settle over the city of Halfhaven as your party stands outside a large, two-story tavern. The chimneys are billowing smoke, filling the night's air with the aroma of mouth-watering foodstuffs. The sign over the door has a carving of a carefree piglet on a seat swing, swinging over two hungry wolves. An arch of brass lettering over the door reads: "The Swinging Piglet." Music and merry-making can be heard through the oak door beside the large stained glass window at the front of the establishment. Suddenly, a shower of bright, colorful shards explodes outward as a figure sails through the air! The person impacts face-first into the muddy street and slides 10 feet before coming to a stop at the party's feet. A massive dwarven cheer erupts from inside the tavern's now-shattered front window.
(OOC: What would each of you like to do?)
Walking amicably with the others and anticipating their reunion with Tegin, Aaric stops suddenly, startled by the explosion of color and sound from the establishment before them - the very place they were heading for. Looking down in dismay at the figure splayed ignominiously in the muck before them, Aaric frowns and shakes his head. "That is truly unfortunate... That was a very nice window. Can't be easy - or inexpensive - to replace, those."
Looking at the inert figure, the druid sighs, and reaches down towards the person. "I suppose I should see if there's any injury - other than to the scenery, and their dignity..."
Medicine check (if needed) 16
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"Sure is lively here. It's like someone's having a birthday party or a victory after battle. I wonder what this is about..." Jackson mutters under his own breath as he paces quietly towards the tavern, unaware that he missed the reason of what the ruckus is all about. All of a sudden, the crashing of a window causes his young, 17-year old heart to jump inside of his well built body. "WOAH WHAT THE HECK!" he screamed as a figure crashes through the tavern's rainbow-stained glass panels. In response Jackson did not even hesitate for a microsecond to rush over to the faceplanted man. "You ok, sir?! What was that Kamikaze-like entrance through the beautiful glass all about-" He glances at his dazed face. "W-Wait... Is that...?!".
(You know what since everyone's going to roll some skill check I'll do the same thing. Medicine to check (ignore the first roll in the log I punched the wrong button: 21)
Seria (Female Dragon-In-Disguise Sorcerer, Draconic Bloodline)
Alkyn rushes up to the fallen figure, "Whoa, friend! Let me help you." He tries to help them to their feet, patting of the dirt and gently removing pieces of broken glass. As he roughly pats the dust and muck from their clothes he tries to determine if he knows them. If not, he puts his back to the crowd and quickly assesses if they are carrying anything valuable that might be easily lifted from their person.
Sleight of hand: 12 (in log)
Elijah is also startled to see a man flying through the window and landing on the floor. However, unlike everyone else attending to the man, Elijah approaches the window. He first peers into the tavern before trying to calculate the size of the damage done to the window. He then shakes his head,
"No, it's no good. The window is too big. I can't mend this window. Someone will have to fix it, meaning someone will probably have to pay for it."
He then looks through the window again before turning away from the tavern and shrugging his shoulders.
(Perception: 22)
“The secret we should never let the gamemasters know is that they don't need any rules.” ― Gary Gygax
Soma had been enjoying the company of his friends as they approached The Swinging Piglet. Still, he was a bit worried; while he trusted Tegin, he was a bit concerned at the vagueness of his message.
It was while the warrior was deep in thought, not even noticing that they had reached the tavern, when a figure burst through the front window, as if tossed. Soma stared and blinked as cheers erupted in the background, and he couldn't help himself--he started belly-laughing. He wasn't trying to be cruel; he was glad the others were tending to the figure, but the absurdity of the situation wasn't lost to him. What kind of place was this? Who was this man, and what had he done to wind up flying through a window? And why would it cause a spontaneous cheer?
Soma wiped away tears as his laughs diminished to chuckles, then a simple smile. "Sorry," he said to the others. "I'll see what's going on." Suppressing his smile, the warrior walked inside, then looked around, trying to appraise the entire situation.
(( Perception Check: 9 ))
Sterling - V. Human Bard 3 (College of Art) - [Pic] - [Traits] - in Bards: Dragon Heist (w/ Mansion) - Jasper's [Pic] - Sterling's [Sigil]
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>> New FOW threat & treasure tables: fow-advanced-threat-tables.pdf fow-advanced-treasure-table.pdf
Examining the person lying in the street reveals to be a young gray-skinned half-orc. He looks up with small shards of glass stuck in his face and hair. "*HIC* -Did I- *HIC* -Did I win?" he slurs.
Medicine Checks: The half-orc could use some minor medical attention for a few small cuts or a good night's sleep. No real injury to cause alarm... Other than being VERY drunk.
Sleight of Hand: Alkyn pat down of the half-orc reveals 1 copper coins and a small silver flask sloshing with liquid. "Oh wow. *HIC* You've got the same flask too!" the half-orcs take a swig from the flask in Alkyn's hands. "You've got good tastes friend!"
Elijah and Soma both noticed Alkyn's actions.
Suddenly, the half-orc's face turns a few shades green. Aaric, Jackson, and Alkyn must pass a Dex Save DC 10 or get vomited on.
Afterward, the half-orc begins to wander down the street drunkenly.
As Elijah peers through the broken window and Soma enters the front door, they find the tavern in an eruption of celebrations! A band of bards are playing a festive fast-paced ditty on a corner stage. A few patrons have removed the tables and are dancing and laughing on the large open floor.
A band of dwarves are by the table next to the shattered front window. The one dwarf sitting at the table is smiling a toothy grin ear-to-ear and rubbing his right shoulder and arm while his brothers cheer and slap him on the back. "Nada one of ye can be Thurnik Hardfront's arm! HAHA!"
There is no sign of the half-elf, Tegin. Yet.
Soma had noticed Alkyn's pilfering, but as usual, chose to say nothing. While an actual useful skill, the man "practiced" it far too often; but in the barbarian's mind, the only cure would be him getting caught enough times to dissuade him. Problem was, he rarely got caught, and seemed to be getting better.
The warrior decided to turn his attention to the tavern instead, and soon stepped back out with a returned smile. "Looks like the orc lost an arm wrestling match to a dwarf, if you can believe it." He shook his head, then took on a more serious tone. "Didn't see Tegin in there yet. Maybe we should grab a table and wait?"
Sterling - V. Human Bard 3 (College of Art) - [Pic] - [Traits] - in Bards: Dragon Heist (w/ Mansion) - Jasper's [Pic] - Sterling's [Sigil]
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>> New FOW threat & treasure tables: fow-advanced-threat-tables.pdf fow-advanced-treasure-table.pdf
DEX Save in log: Excuse me I didn't want a nat 20 what the heck...
Jackson sidesteps to avoid being vomited on as he knows he can't immediately summon his shield from his right arm in time before he gives the half-orca dirty look behind his back as he leaves.
"Geez they're so rowdy. Glad that wasn't Tegin himself..." He mutters under his own breath and sighs in relief. In response to Soma's words: "I don't see why not. Besides, we were supposed to meet up in this place anyway am I right?"
Seria (Female Dragon-In-Disguise Sorcerer, Draconic Bloodline)
Elijah notices Alkyn's sleight of hand. However, he doesn't say anything or thinks much of it. However, he does decide to enter the tavern, pushing past Soma.
Once inside the tavern, Elijah watches the patrons and the bards for a moment. He cannot help but find his spirits are lifted by seeing such a jolly sight. He makes his way over to the bards. He then pulls out his lute and plays, joining in with the rest of the bards.
(Performance: 22 + 2 if proficiency is permitted for being proficient with a lute)
“The secret we should never let the gamemasters know is that they don't need any rules.” ― Gary Gygax
(( Alkyn Dex save 15 in log ))
Alkyn's eyes look blankly at his empty hands or, more accurately, at the space that the silver flask used to occupy, as he tries to understand how he failed to relieve a drunk of all of his valuables. Not a good start to the evening, he thinks glumly. His reverie is interrupted as his intended victim starts to heave uncontrollably. Taking a slow step to the side and moving backwards he easily evades the half-orc's noxious out-pourings then watches bemused as they weave their way down the street.
Pocketing the coins, he turns to his companions and grins. "I need a drink. I think I'm losing my touch."
He waits a moment, follows the others into the inn then walks up to the bar, "Brandy. Elven, if you have it."
As he waits he idly slides a pair of dice through is fingers while eyeing the patrons, looking for other predators such as himself, guards, bouncers, or other keepers of the peace, and finally for opportunities. He's not really concerned about Tegin, feeling sure that he will make his presence known when it suits him.
(Dex save of 21 in log.)
about to render first aid to the drunken half-orc, Aaric notes the telltale signs of a person about to lose the contents of their stomach and is able to gracefully jump aside just in time. Sighing in disgust, he watches the half orc stumble down the street, apparently, none the worse for wear. “ Likely he’s going to feel that in the morning, but that’s no longer our problem.”
following the others into the tavern, Aaric quickly agrees to join them at a table while they await Tegin, nervously looking about at the overcrowded room, and the boisterous antics of the dwarves. Clearly, the druid is not over-fond of crowded indoor spaces.
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Moving to Table: Soma, Jackson, Aaric ---> The Dwarven Champion
"Hold up, Tall-folk! W'ere doyah think yur going?" three dwarves, minus Thurnik, stand blocking the group's path to the tables.
"As ye can see. We need a newh whrestler!" the dwarf with the reddish-orange beard says.
"Aye. A whrestler whilling to put down a whager!" says a dwarf with a dark brown beard giggling at a large bag of coins. "20gp from eachofyeh to challenge the champ! If yah win, yah get this heavty bag filled with bout 200gp!
The dwarf with a blonde beard says, "Also, to prove yer notta-" pointing a mocking finger at Soma,"Frightened."; then points at Jackson, "Chicken's"; and lastly points at Aaric "Dewdrop."
(OOC: Each of you can arm
whrestlewrestle the dwarven champion Thurnik for 20gp each for a chance to win the large bag of about 200gp)Troupe of Bards: Elijah --> Play or not to Play
As Elijah begins to play alongside the troupe of bards, some of them give him sharp looks to say 'Butt out! This is our gig!'
However, a young halfling flute player rolls his eyes at the companions and comes to play beside Elijah to harmonize with the rest of the troupe.
Roll for Performance to keep playing.
Bartender: Alkyn --> The
ElephantLoxodon in the room(OOC: The orc didn't take his flask(worth 2sp) from Alkyn. He just drank from it in Alkyn's hand and then left with Alkyn holding still holding it.)
Alkyn finds the bartender to a Loxodon with calming baby-blue eyes. "Welcome." she says in a slow-soothing voice while cleaning a glass. She slowly yet elegantly reaches behind her for a bottle of local elven brandy with her trunk without turning around, pours a drink, and places it gently in front of Alkyn. "That will be one silver, my dear."
^^^Roll for Perception^^^
(( Alkyn perception: 13 (in log); passive 16. ))
Alkyn hands over the coin, "Thank you," he says as he savours the aroma of the brandy.
"Rowdy bunch over there," he adds, nodding in the direction of the dwarves. "Are they regulars? If they are, it must get expensive on the repairs."
The bartender chuckles softly. "Indeed. If they become too rowdy." She pauses and gives Alkyn a strange all-knowing smile "A dragon may come and put fire to them all."
"As far as repairs... They fix or pay for what is broken or will be broken.
(( @DM: Anything from the perception result? ))
Soma couldn't help but grin even as he rolled his eyes. He couldn't pass up an opportunity like this. Of course... tossing a half-orc was quite a feat. The warrior was pretty sure that there was a bit of chicanery behind it, but be that as it may, he was determined to confront it.
Carefully putting 20gp on the table, he sat down at the dwarves' table and readied his arm. "Let's do this," he said confidently.
(( Soma will scrutinize the table, and his opponent, for signs of cheating or foul play. Not sure which to roll, so...
Perception Check: 19
Insight Check: 18 ))
Sterling - V. Human Bard 3 (College of Art) - [Pic] - [Traits] - in Bards: Dragon Heist (w/ Mansion) - Jasper's [Pic] - Sterling's [Sigil]
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Elijah ignores the other bards' protests and continues playing with the young halfling flute player.
(Performance: 10 + 2)
“The secret we should never let the gamemasters know is that they don't need any rules.” ― Gary Gygax
As Alkyn watches on he sees Elijah move on to the stage resisted by some of the other musicians. He can't help himself, and an unexpected opportunity seems ripe for the plucking; his friends know he has a streak for mischeif, especially if there's money to be gained.
Seemingly drunk he calls out, "Get off y'amateur. Leave it to the professionals!"
He then turns to the arm wrestling, and nods conspiratorially to the bar keep, pointing with his partially empty brandy glass. "Now that one...he's stronger than he looks!"
Silvery Barbs:
Disadvantagereroll 1d20 to Elijah ; advantage to Soma...(( OOC: I *think* Elijah probably has advantage because they have an instrument, but not sure ))
At the drunken dwarf’s challenge, Aaric merely laughs softly and replies, “Been called worse than dewdrop, I have. And I’ll keep my gold, thank you – my strengths lie elsewhere. But you boys have a good time, I’ll be happy to witness the show.“
Aaric will take a place near Soma at the table, keeping an eye out for any magical assistance the dwarf might be getting. If he spots any, he would cast guidance, attempting to disguise, the spellcasting in the general noise of the place, and place a hand on Soma to give him a little extra edge.
If your boyfriend asks you to join his game, he really likes you ... and also, he needs a healer.