Lucian keeps an eye on these two strangers, lightly holding his crossbow, light beneath the table, but prepared to abandon it and use Eldritch Blast should things kick off.
Pit to the stranger "Aye bad luck friend. In me short life me have met orcs, humans and some crazy underwater folks. Neve' sailin' under elf. Try language of simple folks"
Pit's eyes narrows, small thunders jumps from his ears into the air
[OOC: Ray Of Frost cantrip ready. Pit will shoot if staranger acts offenisvely. As in some movie about fighting im space "Pit shoots first" ;) ]
Tabaxi smiles "Me is Pit. Aye me is free being matey. No one is tellin' Pit where to sail. But ye friend..ye act like ye have some big booty for yer head and Pit is just curious why"
[As the saving throw happend, does Pit feel that he is in danger?]
As the three hooded figures take their leave in a seemingly peaceful manner, Lucian lowers the crossbow back down. These backwater places are just asking for trouble he thinks to himself while waiting for the meal.
After an hour or so three dwarves enter the tavern. They're armored and well armed with a patina to their weapons that implies a significant amount of use. Behind them stands a taller figure, possibly human, in black robes. Their face obscured by a hood and they carry a long and gnarled staff with an ornamental engraving at the top.
The leader of the warriors calls out. "We're looking for a half-breed that may have come through here in the last day. May still be here. This person is a threat to the entire town. Anyone helping to apprehend this individual will find themselves handsomely rewarded."
The other two start to move through opposite sides of the tavern.
"And what is so wrong with being of two heritages?" Lucian responds after a sip of ale. "And how are they meant to be a threat?" His tone seems to be slightly demanding, with a hint of annoyance, being a half-elf who has only recently entered the area.
Pit lays legs on the table (with as much noise as possible) and starts to swing on a chair. He shouts across the room
"Aye solemn mateys! Hold ye cannons! Ye look like a bigger threat for the town then some bloody half-bread scallywag. Ye could calm down and tell us what ye lookin' for."
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One of the warriors makes a move towards Pitt readying his ax, "Why you furry little..."
"Hold...We're looking for a half orc by the name of Ingoa Kore. He is dangerous and any information leading to his capture will be handsomely rewarded." says the cloaked figure.
Group Perception: 15
If you look around you can't see the half orc who was in the tavern earlier.
"Well by my count I'd say he's already left." Lucian replies, nodding to where the others were playing cards. "There was a half-orc here, but they aren't anymore. Happy hunting, sellsword." He then takes a sip of his drink, keeping his other hand prepared beneath the table to Eldritch Blast should they try anything funny.
Lucian keeps an eye on these two strangers, lightly holding his crossbow, light beneath the table, but prepared to abandon it and use Eldritch Blast should things kick off.
Pit to the stranger "Aye bad luck friend. In me short life me have met orcs, humans and some crazy underwater folks. Neve' sailin' under elf. Try language of simple folks"
Pit's eyes narrows, small thunders jumps from his ears into the air
[OOC: Ray Of Frost cantrip ready. Pit will shoot if staranger acts offenisvely. As in some movie about fighting im space "Pit shoots first" ;) ]
(As a local would I know any of the hooded people?)
[You are unfamiliar with them.]
The second hooded figure turns towards the Tabaxi. "Who are you? Who sent you?" the figure says loud enough to cut through the din.
Pit make a wisdom saving throw.
Wisdom: 18
Tabaxi smiles "Me is Pit. Aye me is free being matey. No one is tellin' Pit where to sail. But ye friend..ye act like ye have some big booty for yer head and Pit is just curious why"
[As the saving throw happend, does Pit feel that he is in danger?]
After a moment, and without any clear signal to each other, the three hooded figures move in unison towards the door.
"Well it seems to have been worked out. Yes I can talk to him, you seem to be a honest fellow. Mathus replies to Blixem
Pit will not stop the hooded figures. It looks that they do not want to make friends
As the three hooded figures take their leave in a seemingly peaceful manner, Lucian lowers the crossbow back down. These backwater places are just asking for trouble he thinks to himself while waiting for the meal.
After an hour or so three dwarves enter the tavern. They're armored and well armed with a patina to their weapons that implies a significant amount of use. Behind them stands a taller figure, possibly human, in black robes. Their face obscured by a hood and they carry a long and gnarled staff with an ornamental engraving at the top.
The leader of the warriors calls out. "We're looking for a half-breed that may have come through here in the last day. May still be here. This person is a threat to the entire town. Anyone helping to apprehend this individual will find themselves handsomely rewarded."
The other two start to move through opposite sides of the tavern.
Does Pit know who are they? (Local guards, Crown soldier etc?)
History check 3 as his sailor history is quite twisted (ye know booties, lootin' and some minor pirate like things ;) )
"And what is so wrong with being of two heritages?" Lucian responds after a sip of ale. "And how are they meant to be a threat?" His tone seems to be slightly demanding, with a hint of annoyance, being a half-elf who has only recently entered the area.
Pit does not know who these individuals may be though they do appear to be organized.
As attention moves to Lucian, the hooded figure waves a hand through the air. "Not the one, but interesting." he says in a soft voice.
One of the warriors grabs Unthar from across the bar "Bar Keep, any half breeds staying here? You know who we're looking for don' cha, don' cha!"
"Hay, leave he alone" Mathus says as he gets up grabbing his staff and goes to help Unthar.
Lucian waits to see how Mathus does before deciding to intervene, curious as to how this will pan out.
Pit lays legs on the table (with as much noise as possible) and starts to swing on a chair. He shouts across the room
"Aye solemn mateys! Hold ye cannons! Ye look like a bigger threat for the town then some bloody half-bread scallywag. Ye could calm down and tell us what ye lookin' for."
One of the warriors makes a move towards Pitt readying his ax, "Why you furry little..."
"Hold...We're looking for a half orc by the name of Ingoa Kore. He is dangerous and any information leading to his capture will be handsomely rewarded." says the cloaked figure.
Group Perception: 15
If you look around you can't see the half orc who was in the tavern earlier.
"Well by my count I'd say he's already left." Lucian replies, nodding to where the others were playing cards. "There was a half-orc here, but they aren't anymore. Happy hunting, sellsword." He then takes a sip of his drink, keeping his other hand prepared beneath the table to Eldritch Blast should they try anything funny.
(Is the warrior still holding/attacking Unthar?)