The sun is already high in the sky when you open your eyes. The Fuzzy Fly Hostel is by no means glamorous but after the week you’ve had, you were more than happy just to have a roof over your head. Whether or not you decided to celebrate your arrival in Varkenbluff last night, you definitely decided to catch up on sleep this morning. You were only on the road for a few days but it felt like an eternity. Now that you’ve arrived safely in Varkenbluff you hope to put the unpleasantness of the past few weeks behind you and start fresh. The crew decided to stick together so at least you don’t have to find a whole new crew. That’s something at least, maybe your luck is starting turn after all.
You gather your belongings and enter the rundown common room to meet with the rest of the crew to plan your next move, or first move as it were. You certainly don’t want to be stuck at the Fuzzy Fly any longer than you have to be, so a quick payday is at the forefront of your mind.
As you enter, a rather dirty looking human that you recognize as the barkeep gives you a silent nod as he wipes the crude bar with a filthy rag. It’s not hard to find your comrades in the tiny common room. Two rectangular tables and 5 stools at the bar fill the dingy space and the sheet metal roof that is ever-so-slightly too low really completes the cramped aesthetic. There are no windows and the room is dimly lit by sunlight that enters through a few rusted holes in the metal roof. There is one other person, a human or possibly a bearded half-elf, sitting at the bar drinking ale from a stained mug.
As you find a seat with your crew the barkeep barks, “Breakfast’s over, you want lunch?” You take a few moments to inspect yourself and the other members of your band.
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Mr. Morningstar saunters into the common room, checking on his exquisite haute couture three-piece dark suit with a blood-red shirt as he glances around for a seat, making his way over to the bar, running his fingers through his thick dark hair before answering the barkeep with a tired sigh. "I'll be impressed if I will be able to tell the difference in a place like this but if you have some bread, cheese and wine that will suffice thank you very much."He says, putting 2 of his rare gold coins on the counter. He really needed some coins soon, losing the Lux was bad enough but living as a destitute was so degrading. The tall man looks around for his crew, joining those already there at their table, dropping his pack and his lute by his chair before making himself comfortable. "Well, how do you like Varkenbluff so far? I admit this particular place is a new low in our career but trust me, I have a feeling our luck is turning for the better." He says with a confident smile.
Parr slid down the bannister and landed next to Luci, " It'll do. Its no Baldurs Gate......or Waterdeep......but theres less eye-men. Which is a plus."
She cocked her head at the offer of food and nodded, " Just keep it coming." Her dark plumage covered a lanky, wiry body and it was easy to see that all her primary wing feathers had been cut off and pulled out leaving a ragged fringe rather than a smooth curve. The others knew that despite her relatively small size the little bird managed to put away a hell of a lot of food when she wanted to.
Joorin clambered with some difficult up onto the stool at the bar next to his latest friend/subject. Once finally in place he looked forward to find himself facing the blank wooden wall of the front of the bar, the crown of his head not cresting the bartop by a good 4 - 5 inches. His mother's voice rang in his head...certainty at just exactly what she would say.
"Now what kind of place have you found yourself in Joors? No respectable place...that's for sure. Why, they don't even have proper seating for fair folk like you or I. Leave while you can I say." But of course, that was not an option. With nothing in his possession but the clothes on his back and the limited supplies in his pack, if his luck didn't turn around soon he would truly be destitute. And then there goes his thesis and all his research on the Luck of the Fair.
Instead he reached into his pack to pull out a small packet of trail bread with smoked meat and mustard tightly wrapped in some leaves to keep it fresh. "I have what I need, but I thank you." he said to the Keep, a disembodied voice floating up from an unseen patron. Turning his attention to the fit dressed man next to him he smiled. "I haven't seen to much to recommend it thus far, but I trust that the Threads will come together soon and point the way that I need to go. The sooner the better mind."His piercing blue eyes surveyed the man as he bit into his meager breakfast.
"So, where are the rest of our new friends? You tall folk sure do like to sleep a long time. You think it has something to do with how oversized you are?"
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Dubh Diabhal just continued to eat and watched while the rest of them finally got downstairs and started to gather. He was up early enough to get breakfast and has been slowly working his way through it for the last hours or so. You learned to raise early at the monastery, no matter how late you were up. So far that is one habit he's not been able to break.
Dubh Diabhal is dressed in loose fitting clothing that is sturdier than it is fashionable. He eyes Lucifer and his fancy suit as he enters and considers for a moment, but no - he would find such a get up far too confining. A sword on his hip and various darts strapped upon him for easy grabbing and throwing is all the fancy he needs. Truth be he's all the weapon he really needs but steel does come in handy on occasion.
Dubh's dark blue hair is tied loosely back, out of the way, two small pointed horns poking up out of his forehead right at the hairline. The blue hair looks black in the dim light but no matter the lighting his ivory white skin is apparent. Even if he hid his horns and, somehow, his tail, there would be no hiding that pure white skin.
"Career?" Dubh responds to Lucifer and raises an eyebrow. Possibly, he supposes, but besides making some quick coin and seeing a bit of the world, Dubh hadn't really considered a career. Most certainly hadn't considered making petty crime his.
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A rickety wooden door opens into the common room and Windarë Treynori slips out. "No trouble at all. You are quite welcome,"she says in her soft voice to someone unseen inside. There a muffled response and she nods, closing the door.
The slim half-elf paces slowly over to the table where everyone has gathered. Her blonde hair is neatly brushed and braided to keep it back out of her face. She wears a mandarin-collared shirt and straight pants. All is in black except a dark grey cinch about her waist and a silver medallion with the symbol of Deneir hanging around her neck. While the clothes themselves are plain, they are finely made.
"It seems we are all here," she says her voice just a bit louder than a whisper. "What do you have for us today?" she adds as she takes an empty seat, her bright green eyes looking at Lucifer.
"Just a feeling my dear Ms. Ker."Luci says with an amused smile to the bird at his side. "I'm quite perfectly sized thank you very much..."He turns and says to the halfling at the bar with some indignation. "...anyway, I'm here aren't I?" "Oh yes, career, well at least until we have what we all need to retire I suppose." He says to the tiefling with a shrug. "Well well well, someone had company last night. Lucky man, or woman."Luci says with an amused smile as the half-elf finds herself a seat at the table. "As to your question my dear Ms. Treynori, obviously we need a contract but I promise I will find us one before tonight. Until then I can of course give you the grand tour of Varkenbluff while I check up on old contacts." He adds with a confident smile.
The barkeep is briefly startled by the voice of the unseen Halfling. After peeking over the bar make sure there is actually someone there he goes back to polishing the bar.
As Lucifer drops the gold coins they are immediately snatched up greedily. After bite-testing one of them, the barkeep’s eyes light up. “Yes Sir! Anything you like Sir,” he says disappearing into the kitchen. After a brief clattering of pans you hear him speak in a guttural language that you might recognize as goblin:
No you fool he has real gold, we can’t feed him that slop. Run over to miss Martha’s and buy some fresh bread. And get some real butter too, this lot can probably tell the difference.
Shortly he returns from the kitchen with a grin and a cracked clay pitcher of wine. “I think you’ll like this vintage Sir. Made right here in Varkenbluff it is,” he says proudly as he hands over the cheap local wine and a few mismatched wine glasses. “Food will be right out. Anything else I can do for you while you wait?”
As Luci chats with the group, the barkeep stands by his side, uncomfortably close, smiling and nodding at everything he says.
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"I'll be the judge of that thank you very much."Luci says dryly and frowns as he looks at the label, then pouring himself a glass and takes a sip. "Well, as you're still standing around you could perhaps tell us where a group of competent problem solvers might turn for a lucrative contract."
Diplomacy if needed: 24 Another roll if the gold spent gives him advantage: 21
Luci also discreetly checks the barkeep doesn't accidentally helps himself to his last coins of gold.
Windarë gives Luci a sideways glance at his comment, arching one brow. "Just what are you implying? I'll have you know I was down here after my prayers and an elderly dwarf needed my assistance. I did miss breakfast though it seems."
“Well,” says the barkeep cheerfully, “I’m always looking for help in the kitchen.” Then looking at Luci’s fancy clothes he adds downtrodden, “but I doubt that’s what you had in mind.” His eyes light up again as he says, “The Fuzzy Fly is for sale. If you can find me buyer I could cut you in for a finder’s fee.” Then as he looks around at his surroundings he lets out a boisterous laugh at the utter absurdity of such an idea.
As his laughter reverberates off the metal roof you hear a squeal of unoiled hinges and a thud as the exterior door flies open to reveal another Halfling wearing a brown cloak and several leather satchels. Stepping inside, the little fellow pauses briefly to allow his eyes to adjust to the dim lighting while rummaging in one of the satchels. He glances around the room, obviously unimpressed, until his gaze settles on the other Halfling, Joorin sitting at the bar. Approaching he says in a nasally voice, “Mr. Quickstep I presume? Got this letter for ya. A human woman in the University District already paid the delivery fee. Have a nice day!”
As he departs he leaves behind a few small business cards on the tables that simply say “Uber’s Delivery Service”. And with that he disappeared as quickly as he arrived. (the cards will function as single-use sending stones allowing you to call the Halfling messenger, presumably named Uber)
Fate, it would seem, has intervened once again and once again she chose a Halfling as her vessel. Never one to keep her waiting, Joorin opens the sealed parchment and reads aloud:
Mr. Quickstep,
You may not remember me but I certainly remember you. How could I forget such a promising student. Imagine my surprise when our mutual friend told me that you were coming to Varkenbluff. Your timing is impeccable as usual.
Meet me at the Sage's Quill today as soon as you can. I beg your help in a delicate matter whose importance cannot be overstated. I shall await you in a purple hooded robe.
Dubh merely watches everything as he slowly picks at the remnants of his meal. He bows his head slightly in acknowledgment when the half king leaves a card near him and Dubh casually picks it up, gives it a look and yucks it away.
After the halfling has left, Dubh turns his attention to the bartender. “How much?” He asks, curious. “For the fuzz and the flies and all of it?”
It’s unclear if he is serious or not as Dubh’s focus seemingly goes right back to the dubious meal he’s been picking at for over an hour…
"An elderly dwarf, well I never would have guessed, but we all have our preferences dear."Luci says with a wink to the scholarly half-elf. "I'm sure to mention it to everyone looking to acquire a lovely place like this."He says, somewhat dryly to the barkeep. Luci too takes a business card and pockets it. "See, what did I tell you, someone seeking help with a problem, isn't that so Joorin?" He says with a confident smile, glancing over at the halfling and taking another sip of is wine.
Joorin read the letter twice to himself before folding it back into a packet and rapping it on the back of his knuckles absent-mindedly while thinking. Dr. Dannell...which one was that again? Not naming the mutual friend could be a hint...someone who wouldn't want to be named in writing, he certainly knew a few...well, at least one.
"How would it be if I were the one to wrest those Threads into a shape and bring about our next employ? Just what a lucky charm would do, eh?"
He smiled at Luci and the rest of the group. "A professor friend has asked for a meeting at the Sage's Quill. Sounds like there could be an opportunity. At the least they sound pressed in some way, if only time. They asked for some haste in my response, so I will head there immediately, if anyone would like to join me?"
He dropped the dizzying 3 ft to the ground from the stool and cinched his pack before heading towards the door.
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"I can go with you," Windarë says, having tried to completely ignore Luci's comment. She slowly stands from her chair. "Your friend won't mind others coming along?"
"Well, then we all go, there's no real point in staying more than necessary in this dreary place."Luci says with a smile, finishing his glass of wine, getting up from his seat and grabbing his gear. "No offense but this place, how shall I put it, it lacks just a tad bit to make it a truly exquisite establishment."He says to the barkeep with a friendly smile, then ready to follow the lucky halfling to their potential employer.
"Well if the soup in question is inedible in the first place I don't see the harm in the wise man going ahead and relieving himself."Luci playfully retorts with a friendly smile as he is about to exit the seedy inn.
As the party heads toward the exit the barkeep’s voice becomes almost frantic, “Don’t forget our loyalty program. Just 1gp to join and you can earn Fly Bucks to use toward future stays… Also, get 50% off your 3rd night when you book in advance… Happy hour starts at sundown daily… Drink discounts for the ladies…” He continues his pitch as you walk out, his voice trailing off to a low murmur as the door slams shut behind you.
As you step out into the street the sun is high in the sky and it feels glorious on your skin after your brief time spent in the dirty hostel. You find yourself on the outskirts of Varkenbluff, the city’s impressive stone architecture rising to the north and vast fields of what appears to be corn and beets in all other directions. Even further North beyond the city you can see the peak of a mountain rising into the clouds.
The smell of fresh baked goods wafts down the street from the north and somewhere in the distance you can hear the rhythmic hammering of a blacksmith at work. This part of the city is not too busy, the reason you chose it in the first place, but even so you see the occasional farmhand hustling about attending to his duties.
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The sun is already high in the sky when you open your eyes. The Fuzzy Fly Hostel is by no means glamorous but after the week you’ve had, you were more than happy just to have a roof over your head. Whether or not you decided to celebrate your arrival in Varkenbluff last night, you definitely decided to catch up on sleep this morning. You were only on the road for a few days but it felt like an eternity. Now that you’ve arrived safely in Varkenbluff you hope to put the unpleasantness of the past few weeks behind you and start fresh. The crew decided to stick together so at least you don’t have to find a whole new crew. That’s something at least, maybe your luck is starting turn after all.
You gather your belongings and enter the rundown common room to meet with the rest of the crew to plan your next move, or first move as it were. You certainly don’t want to be stuck at the Fuzzy Fly any longer than you have to be, so a quick payday is at the forefront of your mind.
As you enter, a rather dirty looking human that you recognize as the barkeep gives you a silent nod as he wipes the crude bar with a filthy rag. It’s not hard to find your comrades in the tiny common room. Two rectangular tables and 5 stools at the bar fill the dingy space and the sheet metal roof that is ever-so-slightly too low really completes the cramped aesthetic. There are no windows and the room is dimly lit by sunlight that enters through a few rusted holes in the metal roof. There is one other person, a human or possibly a bearded half-elf, sitting at the bar drinking ale from a stained mug.
As you find a seat with your crew the barkeep barks, “Breakfast’s over, you want lunch?” You take a few moments to inspect yourself and the other members of your band.
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Mr. Morningstar saunters into the common room, checking on his exquisite haute couture three-piece dark suit with a blood-red shirt as he glances around for a seat, making his way over to the bar, running his fingers through his thick dark hair before answering the barkeep with a tired sigh. "I'll be impressed if I will be able to tell the difference in a place like this but if you have some bread, cheese and wine that will suffice thank you very much." He says, putting 2 of his rare gold coins on the counter. He really needed some coins soon, losing the Lux was bad enough but living as a destitute was so degrading. The tall man looks around for his crew, joining those already there at their table, dropping his pack and his lute by his chair before making himself comfortable. "Well, how do you like Varkenbluff so far? I admit this particular place is a new low in our career but trust me, I have a feeling our luck is turning for the better." He says with a confident smile.
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Parr slid down the bannister and landed next to Luci, " It'll do. Its no Baldurs Gate......or Waterdeep......but theres less eye-men. Which is a plus."
She cocked her head at the offer of food and nodded, " Just keep it coming." Her dark plumage covered a lanky, wiry body and it was easy to see that all her primary wing feathers had been cut off and pulled out leaving a ragged fringe rather than a smooth curve. The others knew that despite her relatively small size the little bird managed to put away a hell of a lot of food when she wanted to.
" Luck turning? Why do you say that?"
Joorin clambered with some difficult up onto the stool at the bar next to his latest friend/subject. Once finally in place he looked forward to find himself facing the blank wooden wall of the front of the bar, the crown of his head not cresting the bartop by a good 4 - 5 inches. His mother's voice rang in his head...certainty at just exactly what she would say.
"Now what kind of place have you found yourself in Joors? No respectable place...that's for sure. Why, they don't even have proper seating for fair folk like you or I. Leave while you can I say." But of course, that was not an option. With nothing in his possession but the clothes on his back and the limited supplies in his pack, if his luck didn't turn around soon he would truly be destitute. And then there goes his thesis and all his research on the Luck of the Fair.
Instead he reached into his pack to pull out a small packet of trail bread with smoked meat and mustard tightly wrapped in some leaves to keep it fresh. "I have what I need, but I thank you." he said to the Keep, a disembodied voice floating up from an unseen patron. Turning his attention to the fit dressed man next to him he smiled. "I haven't seen to much to recommend it thus far, but I trust that the Threads will come together soon and point the way that I need to go. The sooner the better mind." His piercing blue eyes surveyed the man as he bit into his meager breakfast.
"So, where are the rest of our new friends? You tall folk sure do like to sleep a long time. You think it has something to do with how oversized you are?"
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Dubh Diabhal just continued to eat and watched while the rest of them finally got downstairs and started to gather. He was up early enough to get breakfast and has been slowly working his way through it for the last hours or so. You learned to raise early at the monastery, no matter how late you were up. So far that is one habit he's not been able to break.
Dubh Diabhal is dressed in loose fitting clothing that is sturdier than it is fashionable. He eyes Lucifer and his fancy suit as he enters and considers for a moment, but no - he would find such a get up far too confining. A sword on his hip and various darts strapped upon him for easy grabbing and throwing is all the fancy he needs. Truth be he's all the weapon he really needs but steel does come in handy on occasion.
Dubh's dark blue hair is tied loosely back, out of the way, two small pointed horns poking up out of his forehead right at the hairline. The blue hair looks black in the dim light but no matter the lighting his ivory white skin is apparent. Even if he hid his horns and, somehow, his tail, there would be no hiding that pure white skin.
"Career?" Dubh responds to Lucifer and raises an eyebrow. Possibly, he supposes, but besides making some quick coin and seeing a bit of the world, Dubh hadn't really considered a career. Most certainly hadn't considered making petty crime his.
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A rickety wooden door opens into the common room and Windarë Treynori slips out. "No trouble at all. You are quite welcome," she says in her soft voice to someone unseen inside. There a muffled response and she nods, closing the door.
The slim half-elf paces slowly over to the table where everyone has gathered. Her blonde hair is neatly brushed and braided to keep it back out of her face. She wears a mandarin-collared shirt and straight pants. All is in black except a dark grey cinch about her waist and a silver medallion with the symbol of Deneir hanging around her neck. While the clothes themselves are plain, they are finely made.
"It seems we are all here," she says her voice just a bit louder than a whisper. "What do you have for us today?" she adds as she takes an empty seat, her bright green eyes looking at Lucifer.
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"Just a feeling my dear Ms. Ker." Luci says with an amused smile to the bird at his side.
"I'm quite perfectly sized thank you very much..." He turns and says to the halfling at the bar with some indignation. "...anyway, I'm here aren't I?"
"Oh yes, career, well at least until we have what we all need to retire I suppose." He says to the tiefling with a shrug.
"Well well well, someone had company last night. Lucky man, or woman." Luci says with an amused smile as the half-elf finds herself a seat at the table. "As to your question my dear Ms. Treynori, obviously we need a contract but I promise I will find us one before tonight. Until then I can of course give you the grand tour of Varkenbluff while I check up on old contacts." He adds with a confident smile.
The barkeep is briefly startled by the voice of the unseen Halfling. After peeking over the bar make sure there is actually someone there he goes back to polishing the bar.
As Lucifer drops the gold coins they are immediately snatched up greedily. After bite-testing one of them, the barkeep’s eyes light up. “Yes Sir! Anything you like Sir,” he says disappearing into the kitchen. After a brief clattering of pans you hear him speak in a guttural language that you might recognize as goblin:
No you fool he has real gold, we can’t feed him that slop. Run over to miss Martha’s and buy some fresh bread. And get some real butter too, this lot can probably tell the difference.
Shortly he returns from the kitchen with a grin and a cracked clay pitcher of wine. “I think you’ll like this vintage Sir. Made right here in Varkenbluff it is,” he says proudly as he hands over the cheap local wine and a few mismatched wine glasses. “Food will be right out. Anything else I can do for you while you wait?”
As Luci chats with the group, the barkeep stands by his side, uncomfortably close, smiling and nodding at everything he says.
"I'll be the judge of that thank you very much." Luci says dryly and frowns as he looks at the label, then pouring himself a glass and takes a sip. "Well, as you're still standing around you could perhaps tell us where a group of competent problem solvers might turn for a lucrative contract."
Diplomacy if needed: 24 Another roll if the gold spent gives him advantage: 21
Luci also discreetly checks the barkeep doesn't accidentally helps himself to his last coins of gold.
Windarë gives Luci a sideways glance at his comment, arching one brow. "Just what are you implying? I'll have you know I was down here after my prayers and an elderly dwarf needed my assistance. I did miss breakfast though it seems."
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Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
“Well,” says the barkeep cheerfully, “I’m always looking for help in the kitchen.” Then looking at Luci’s fancy clothes he adds downtrodden, “but I doubt that’s what you had in mind.” His eyes light up again as he says, “The Fuzzy Fly is for sale. If you can find me buyer I could cut you in for a finder’s fee.” Then as he looks around at his surroundings he lets out a boisterous laugh at the utter absurdity of such an idea.
As his laughter reverberates off the metal roof you hear a squeal of unoiled hinges and a thud as the exterior door flies open to reveal another Halfling wearing a brown cloak and several leather satchels. Stepping inside, the little fellow pauses briefly to allow his eyes to adjust to the dim lighting while rummaging in one of the satchels. He glances around the room, obviously unimpressed, until his gaze settles on the other Halfling, Joorin sitting at the bar. Approaching he says in a nasally voice, “Mr. Quickstep I presume? Got this letter for ya. A human woman in the University District already paid the delivery fee. Have a nice day!”
As he departs he leaves behind a few small business cards on the tables that simply say “Uber’s Delivery Service”. And with that he disappeared as quickly as he arrived.
(the cards will function as single-use sending stones allowing you to call the Halfling messenger, presumably named Uber)
Fate, it would seem, has intervened once again and once again she chose a Halfling as her vessel. Never one to keep her waiting, Joorin opens the sealed parchment and reads aloud:
Mr. Quickstep,
You may not remember me but I certainly remember you. How could I forget such a promising student. Imagine my surprise when our mutual friend told me that you were coming to Varkenbluff. Your timing is impeccable as usual.
Meet me at the Sage's Quill today as soon as you can. I beg your help in a delicate matter whose importance cannot be overstated. I shall await you in a purple hooded robe.
The note is signed, "Dr. Cassee Dannell.”
Dubh merely watches everything as he slowly picks at the remnants of his meal. He bows his head slightly in acknowledgment when the half king leaves a card near him and Dubh casually picks it up, gives it a look and yucks it away.
After the halfling has left, Dubh turns his attention to the bartender. “How much?” He asks, curious. “For the fuzz and the flies and all of it?”
It’s unclear if he is serious or not as Dubh’s focus seemingly goes right back to the dubious meal he’s been picking at for over an hour…
"An elderly dwarf, well I never would have guessed, but we all have our preferences dear." Luci says with a wink to the scholarly half-elf.
"I'm sure to mention it to everyone looking to acquire a lovely place like this." He says, somewhat dryly to the barkeep.
Luci too takes a business card and pockets it. "See, what did I tell you, someone seeking help with a problem, isn't that so Joorin?" He says with a confident smile, glancing over at the halfling and taking another sip of is wine.
Joorin read the letter twice to himself before folding it back into a packet and rapping it on the back of his knuckles absent-mindedly while thinking. Dr. Dannell...which one was that again? Not naming the mutual friend could be a hint...someone who wouldn't want to be named in writing, he certainly knew a few...well, at least one.
"How would it be if I were the one to wrest those Threads into a shape and bring about our next employ? Just what a lucky charm would do, eh?"
He smiled at Luci and the rest of the group. "A professor friend has asked for a meeting at the Sage's Quill. Sounds like there could be an opportunity. At the least they sound pressed in some way, if only time. They asked for some haste in my response, so I will head there immediately, if anyone would like to join me?"
He dropped the dizzying 3 ft to the ground from the stool and cinched his pack before heading towards the door.
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"I can go with you," Windarë says, having tried to completely ignore Luci's comment. She slowly stands from her chair. "Your friend won't mind others coming along?"
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"Well, then we all go, there's no real point in staying more than necessary in this dreary place." Luci says with a smile, finishing his glass of wine, getting up from his seat and grabbing his gear. "No offense but this place, how shall I put it, it lacks just a tad bit to make it a truly exquisite establishment." He says to the barkeep with a friendly smile, then ready to follow the lucky halfling to their potential employer.
Parr already had everything she owned on her and was quick to follow Luci without a word.
“A wise man doesn’t piss in his own soup,” Dubh says thoughtfully and rises from the table.
“Thank you for the meal,” he says to the barkeep and gives him a small bow. Dubh then turns to the others, ready to depart.
"Well if the soup in question is inedible in the first place I don't see the harm in the wise man going ahead and relieving himself." Luci playfully retorts with a friendly smile as he is about to exit the seedy inn.
As the party heads toward the exit the barkeep’s voice becomes almost frantic, “Don’t forget our loyalty program. Just 1gp to join and you can earn Fly Bucks to use toward future stays… Also, get 50% off your 3rd night when you book in advance… Happy hour starts at sundown daily… Drink discounts for the ladies…” He continues his pitch as you walk out, his voice trailing off to a low murmur as the door slams shut behind you.
As you step out into the street the sun is high in the sky and it feels glorious on your skin after your brief time spent in the dirty hostel. You find yourself on the outskirts of Varkenbluff, the city’s impressive stone architecture rising to the north and vast fields of what appears to be corn and beets in all other directions. Even further North beyond the city you can see the peak of a mountain rising into the clouds.
The smell of fresh baked goods wafts down the street from the north and somewhere in the distance you can hear the rhythmic hammering of a blacksmith at work. This part of the city is not too busy, the reason you chose it in the first place, but even so you see the occasional farmhand hustling about attending to his duties.
(Please post if you’d like to do anything on your way to the meeting otherwise you’ll find your way pretty easily with my next post)