Ironmaiden opens her visor and pours a whole bowl of the hot porridge in and then slams the visor shut and stands back, resuming her previous nights silence.
Touching the torso of her armour plate the flaming fist badge illuminates on her chest once more, and she gives the barkeep an awkward thumbs up.
Reed watches with fascination as the entire bowl of porridge slips inside the suit of armour.
"Nice," he says with a chuckle before digging in to his own bowl and eating it quickly, the sign of perhaps having one or two too many siblings.
He thinks about the pirates a bit more.
"Those pirate are likely arguing among themselves over who the new captain will be," Reed says, then looks at Wilfred. "We should let them tire themselves out today while we check out these baths. We can always pay them a little visit before we turn in for the night. I'd like Virro to show me more of this anatomy stuff. It's fascinating. And dead pirates make the best models. If we'd had a dead pirate back in the village school I would definitely attended more often."
Ironmaiden gives a 'chef kiss' sign to Reed as their shoulders shake in a silent chuckle.
As she claps her hands together she cautiously shows Reed the inside of her palm, written there in small letters is "ships are wood, and wood burns yes?" With a crude drawing of a smiling face underneath.
Corlith takes the crossbow off his back and places it down on the bar. It is obvious that he is not too comfortable handling it, and that it is pretty much brand new, and likely never been fired.
He looks at the porridge in disappointment, then whispers some words of magic to help him be more convincing. He was not exactly sure how he knew to do it, but he vaguely remembered it from the vivid dream he had.
"Any chance Tarina's tab extends to coffee, bacon and eggs? Seeing as that is the last memory we will have of your fine establishment, for a while a least", he says to the barman hopefully, throwing a grin to Virro.
The man watches the IronMaiden curiously as they pour the porridge into their visor, but doesn't say anything and goes back to wiping down mugs.
Corlith grabs his attention as the crossbow clangs on the bar in front of him. He looks it over while he continues with his towel, and as he hears the request for better food, he shrugs, "I got coffee, but none of the other things." in sort of a far off voice.
But then he snaps up and looks at Corlith, "Hey.. um, this here crossbow, it fire pretty good?"
"You know what", Corlith replies. "I genuinely have no idea. It should, I mean it's brand new. My folks insisted I bought it for joining the Flaming Fists. They didn't understand I have, shall we say, other ways of protecting myself. Although after last night a bit of armour wouldn't go amiss", he continues with a small chuckle
"Why do you ask? You in the market? We could discuss it over coffee", he adds.
Reed's already large grin gets even bigger when Ironmaiden suggests burning down the pirate ship.
"That would be a sight alright," Reed says. He closes his eyes for a moment. "But definitely needs to be at night. A fire in the day just isn't worth it. And we'd definitely need to get any loot off the ship first. No point sending anything valuable to the bottom of the harbour."
He then looks over at Virro.
"Any idea what burnt pirate smells like?"
He doesn't wait for the answer before clapping his hands together and hopping down from the chair he'd be in. He hitches up his pack and looks from everyone to the door.
"So let's go do some good," Reed says before looking back. "Or at least break some things, steal some others, and leave a big mess."
"Why yes, actually." He grabs the coffee pot and pours two mugs. Giving one to Corlith and setting one in front of himself, he sets the pot on the bar along with 5 other mugs.
Turning back to Corlith, he takes a sip of his coffee and looks at him over the rim, squinting his eyes just a hair, "How much do you want for it?"
In the background of this conversation Ironmaiden can be seen taking a mug and the pot and pours herself a steaming cup of coffee, it then goes into the visor in one go. The flames burn brighter within the Ironmaiden's armour, and she takes an inquisitive look at the cup, then she decides to take the pot and empty that into the visor too, the reaction is a large smoke stack shooting out if the top if Ironmaiden's helm like a steam train, she begins pacing around the bar visibly vibrating, itching to go do something, anything, abundant with sudden energy.
Corlith sips his coffee from the mug and nods in appreciation.
"Let's see, I assume you are wanting the bolts as well", he says and places the bolts on the bar. "Considering they are unused, I would want my money back for certain. 26 gold and I'll throw in this dagger, 10 torches and a tinderbox. What do you say?", he offers, placing the other items on the bar.
He looks at the items and before the barman can answer adds, "Actually, that dagger is probably worth too much to just throw in. How about 27 gold?"
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Roo' looks appalled as it is suggested they would eat eggs.
"For the love of Gallus!" He bemoans them as they move down the stairs to the dining area of the inn. "What sort of barbarians are you all! You would dare eat the stolen, aborted children of my people! This is outrageous! Egregious! I will not stand for it! How dare any of you! BAWK! And to think, we fought side by side last night! We shed blood together, of our own and our enemies! And you would betray me so thoroughly!? So coldly! How dare the lot of you!"
He perches up on the counter and doesn't touch the single slice of bacon or the coffee he is brought. He simply watches Corlith and Virro eat their eggs and judges them. He doesn't say a word. He just looks pissed off and stares at them the whole time. Eventually, his kicks the bacon down to Glory of Morning, who is more than happy to eat it.
He can't help but look around the room for his half-Orc friend from the night before...
The man's eyes widen as all the items are placed on the bar in front of him. He then takes out his pouch and quietly counts his coin. A broad smile lightens his face as he says "Deal!"a little too loud and hands over the 27 gold coin.
He then grabs all the items before Corlith snatches one away.
"I'm going to guess that might be one of the lesser atrocities you witness with this group," Reed says. He pauses then continues a little more quietly. "I don't think aborted means what you think it means."
Corlith takes the gold, feeling his load has been lightened and a fair deal has been struck.
He then realises Roo is staring at him, and somehow gets the feeling he looks mad. Not the usual mad, unhappy mad.
”Hold on. No-one has eaten eggs, aborted or otherwise”, he says to Roo.
He shows Roo the bowl of porridge, “We just had this foul porridge. Not foul as in fowl, foul as in foul. Oh I give up”, he rambles and nods to Reed indicating he is ready.
"Fowl porridge!" Roo' says as his comb and wattle go pale. He sways for a moment, regains his composure, and then jumps down off the countertop. He ruffles his feathers and struts along the floor, clearly perturbed by what is happening and not smart enough to know the difference in fowl and foul. He glances for a moment at Reed as he tries to explain things to the rooster, and cocks his head quickly to the side as he deciphers the hushed tone. "Don't patronize me! I am a grown rooster! I am nearly seven years old, I'll have you know!"
"No sense going after the pirates tonight. They'll all be on edge, anyways." Wilfred will say as they all settle down for the night. Wilfred will let the youngin's take the beds. He stays up in the main room for a while, pulling out a carving knife from his woodworkers tools and a chunk of wood, and he starts to whittle. The simple act of creating something is soothing to him. Eventually, he will head to one of the rooms. He will pull a chair by the door, just in case someone comes looking for trouble during the night. He removes his armor and sets it off to the side. Then gets some sleep.
In the morning, he wakes with the others, but just grumbles for a bit. He follows along in a daze, putting on his armor, and heading downstairs. Once he gets some coffee in him, he starts to function again. He makes a mental note that he needs to buy some more coffee beans. To the bar keep "Hey man, this is good stuff. Great job!"
To the group "Sorry, I can't really function until I have a cup-a-joe. Now where are we. Wait on the Pirates and go to the bathhouse first? Sounds good to me!"
Wilfred will turn to Roo'Stor. "Hey Roo'. You gotta calm down there, buddy. No one was trying to insult you. You are safe here, no one is going to try and cook you and eat you. Most of the cooking eggs aren't even fertilized. And I've seen chickens eat there own eggs before. While not often, it happens. So lets not go throwing stones in glass houses, yea. We gotta be a team here. So lets all make up and be pals, yea?" The last bit he says looking to Corlith as well.
Virro sits there listening to the back and forth between Reed and Corlith and he gives several good snorts as he is shoveling in the porridge, almost aspirating it once or twice. He watches Archie pour in a bowl of porridge and then a pot of coffee and steam around the bar and this leads to several guffaws, awkward and snorting. He lifts his own coffee cup up, with his little pinky out, wiggling it and grinning.
“Yeah Fred, totally.” Virro says, pulling the dark hair out of his eyes so that he can see his bowl clearly. He continues to slurp the coffee. “Let’s head to the baths and whatnot. That’s what we were hired to do, right? After that, we can do our pirate investigations.” (he says the latter to Reed in a low voice). He stops suddenly, holding his abdomen after the full bowl full of porridge and the coffee begin to work, his eyes get wider. “I suppose they have a privy there. Right. Let’s go.”
As the group slowly packs up their things, giving Virro some time in the privy, they finally make their way out of the Elfsong Tavern, the spirit starting their song again as they head out the door.
The morning is bright with a crisp feeling in the air as the sun seems to have burnt off some of the typical haze that hangs over Baldur’s Gate. Looking back over their shoulders towards the Basilisk Gate from last night, it appears that the mob that was there has been scattered.
As they make their way to the bathhouse, they pass several people on the streets going about their daily business. Most look their way as they pass, who can ignore a rooster riding a possum and a suit of armor with a smoke stack? But no one stops them along their way.
When they finally arrive at their destination, they notice that it is quite close to the wall that separates the Upper and Lower parts of Baldur’s Gate. The bathhouse is a one-story stuccoed building with stained-glass windows and clay roof tiles. Ten-foot-tall walls enclose a large courtyard outside the southeast corner of the building. The closed wooden doors to the courtyard are engraved with images of smiling nymphs dancing and frolicking in water.
As the rest of the group finish breakfast and pack up, and Virro does his business, Corlith excuses himself and heads out first promising to meet them outside the bathhouse.
When that meeting happens, he can be found sporting new studded leather armour and a relatively small round shield strapped to his back.
"I've passed this place so many times, but I've never been in before", he says to the group as they survey the outside of the building. "We didn't really discuss our strategy once inside, but I would imagine we aren't the typical group of patrons. We will attract attention, which could go in our favour, at least for some".
He once again summons the extra focus like he did in the Elfsong tavern earlier that morning, just as they are about to go in.
Ironmaiden opens her visor and pours a whole bowl of the hot porridge in and then slams the visor shut and stands back, resuming her previous nights silence.
Touching the torso of her armour plate the flaming fist badge illuminates on her chest once more, and she gives the barkeep an awkward thumbs up.
Reed watches with fascination as the entire bowl of porridge slips inside the suit of armour.
"Nice," he says with a chuckle before digging in to his own bowl and eating it quickly, the sign of perhaps having one or two too many siblings.
He thinks about the pirates a bit more.
"Those pirate are likely arguing among themselves over who the new captain will be," Reed says, then looks at Wilfred. "We should let them tire themselves out today while we check out these baths. We can always pay them a little visit before we turn in for the night. I'd like Virro to show me more of this anatomy stuff. It's fascinating. And dead pirates make the best models. If we'd had a dead pirate back in the village school I would definitely attended more often."
Ironmaiden gives a 'chef kiss' sign to Reed as their shoulders shake in a silent chuckle.
As she claps her hands together she cautiously shows Reed the inside of her palm, written there in small letters is "ships are wood, and wood burns yes?" With a crude drawing of a smiling face underneath.
Corlith takes the crossbow off his back and places it down on the bar. It is obvious that he is not too comfortable handling it, and that it is pretty much brand new, and likely never been fired.
He looks at the porridge in disappointment, then whispers some words of magic to help him be more convincing. He was not exactly sure how he knew to do it, but he vaguely remembered it from the vivid dream he had.
"Any chance Tarina's tab extends to coffee, bacon and eggs? Seeing as that is the last memory we will have of your fine establishment, for a while a least", he says to the barman hopefully, throwing a grin to Virro.
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The man watches the IronMaiden curiously as they pour the porridge into their visor, but doesn't say anything and goes back to wiping down mugs.
Corlith grabs his attention as the crossbow clangs on the bar in front of him. He looks it over while he continues with his towel, and as he hears the request for better food, he shrugs, "I got coffee, but none of the other things." in sort of a far off voice.
But then he snaps up and looks at Corlith, "Hey.. um, this here crossbow, it fire pretty good?"
"You know what", Corlith replies. "I genuinely have no idea. It should, I mean it's brand new. My folks insisted I bought it for joining the Flaming Fists. They didn't understand I have, shall we say, other ways of protecting myself. Although after last night a bit of armour wouldn't go amiss", he continues with a small chuckle
"Why do you ask? You in the market? We could discuss it over coffee", he adds.
Reed's already large grin gets even bigger when Ironmaiden suggests burning down the pirate ship.
"That would be a sight alright," Reed says. He closes his eyes for a moment. "But definitely needs to be at night. A fire in the day just isn't worth it. And we'd definitely need to get any loot off the ship first. No point sending anything valuable to the bottom of the harbour."
He then looks over at Virro.
"Any idea what burnt pirate smells like?"
He doesn't wait for the answer before clapping his hands together and hopping down from the chair he'd be in. He hitches up his pack and looks from everyone to the door.
"So let's go do some good," Reed says before looking back. "Or at least break some things, steal some others, and leave a big mess."
"Why yes, actually." He grabs the coffee pot and pours two mugs. Giving one to Corlith and setting one in front of himself, he sets the pot on the bar along with 5 other mugs.
Turning back to Corlith, he takes a sip of his coffee and looks at him over the rim, squinting his eyes just a hair, "How much do you want for it?"
In the background of this conversation Ironmaiden can be seen taking a mug and the pot and pours herself a steaming cup of coffee, it then goes into the visor in one go. The flames burn brighter within the Ironmaiden's armour, and she takes an inquisitive look at the cup, then she decides to take the pot and empty that into the visor too, the reaction is a large smoke stack shooting out if the top if Ironmaiden's helm like a steam train, she begins pacing around the bar visibly vibrating, itching to go do something, anything, abundant with sudden energy.
Corlith sips his coffee from the mug and nods in appreciation.
"Let's see, I assume you are wanting the bolts as well", he says and places the bolts on the bar. "Considering they are unused, I would want my money back for certain. 26 gold and I'll throw in this dagger, 10 torches and a tinderbox. What do you say?", he offers, placing the other items on the bar.
He looks at the items and before the barman can answer adds, "Actually, that dagger is probably worth too much to just throw in. How about 27 gold?"
Roo' looks appalled as it is suggested they would eat eggs.
"For the love of Gallus!" He bemoans them as they move down the stairs to the dining area of the inn. "What sort of barbarians are you all! You would dare eat the stolen, aborted children of my people! This is outrageous! Egregious! I will not stand for it! How dare any of you! BAWK! And to think, we fought side by side last night! We shed blood together, of our own and our enemies! And you would betray me so thoroughly!? So coldly! How dare the lot of you!"
He perches up on the counter and doesn't touch the single slice of bacon or the coffee he is brought. He simply watches Corlith and Virro eat their eggs and judges them. He doesn't say a word. He just looks pissed off and stares at them the whole time. Eventually, his kicks the bacon down to Glory of Morning, who is more than happy to eat it.
He can't help but look around the room for his half-Orc friend from the night before...
Perception: 12
Passive Perception: 11
DM of AURYN: The Measure of Devotion - Escape from New York
The man's eyes widen as all the items are placed on the bar in front of him. He then takes out his pouch and quietly counts his coin. A broad smile lightens his face as he says "Deal!" a little too loud and hands over the 27 gold coin.
He then grabs all the items before Corlith snatches one away.
Reed raises an eyebrow at Roo' Stor's outburst.
"I'm going to guess that might be one of the lesser atrocities you witness with this group," Reed says. He pauses then continues a little more quietly. "I don't think aborted means what you think it means."
He then looks around at the others.
"Ready for the baths?"
Corlith takes the gold, feeling his load has been lightened and a fair deal has been struck.
He then realises Roo is staring at him, and somehow gets the feeling he looks mad. Not the usual mad, unhappy mad.
”Hold on. No-one has eaten eggs, aborted or otherwise”, he says to Roo.
He shows Roo the bowl of porridge, “We just had this foul porridge. Not foul as in fowl, foul as in foul. Oh I give up”, he rambles and nods to Reed indicating he is ready.
"Fowl porridge!" Roo' says as his comb and wattle go pale. He sways for a moment, regains his composure, and then jumps down off the countertop. He ruffles his feathers and struts along the floor, clearly perturbed by what is happening and not smart enough to know the difference in fowl and foul. He glances for a moment at Reed as he tries to explain things to the rooster, and cocks his head quickly to the side as he deciphers the hushed tone. "Don't patronize me! I am a grown rooster! I am nearly seven years old, I'll have you know!"
DM of AURYN: The Measure of Devotion - Escape from New York
"No sense going after the pirates tonight. They'll all be on edge, anyways." Wilfred will say as they all settle down for the night. Wilfred will let the youngin's take the beds. He stays up in the main room for a while, pulling out a carving knife from his woodworkers tools and a chunk of wood, and he starts to whittle. The simple act of creating something is soothing to him. Eventually, he will head to one of the rooms. He will pull a chair by the door, just in case someone comes looking for trouble during the night. He removes his armor and sets it off to the side. Then gets some sleep.
In the morning, he wakes with the others, but just grumbles for a bit. He follows along in a daze, putting on his armor, and heading downstairs. Once he gets some coffee in him, he starts to function again. He makes a mental note that he needs to buy some more coffee beans. To the bar keep "Hey man, this is good stuff. Great job!"
To the group "Sorry, I can't really function until I have a cup-a-joe. Now where are we. Wait on the Pirates and go to the bathhouse first? Sounds good to me!"
Wilfred will turn to Roo'Stor. "Hey Roo'. You gotta calm down there, buddy. No one was trying to insult you. You are safe here, no one is going to try and cook you and eat you. Most of the cooking eggs aren't even fertilized. And I've seen chickens eat there own eggs before. While not often, it happens. So lets not go throwing stones in glass houses, yea. We gotta be a team here. So lets all make up and be pals, yea?" The last bit he says looking to Corlith as well.
Virro sits there listening to the back and forth between Reed and Corlith and he gives several good snorts as he is shoveling in the porridge, almost aspirating it once or twice. He watches Archie pour in a bowl of porridge and then a pot of coffee and steam around the bar and this leads to several guffaws, awkward and snorting. He lifts his own coffee cup up, with his little pinky out, wiggling it and grinning.
“Yeah Fred, totally.” Virro says, pulling the dark hair out of his eyes so that he can see his bowl clearly. He continues to slurp the coffee. “Let’s head to the baths and whatnot. That’s what we were hired to do, right? After that, we can do our pirate investigations.” (he says the latter to Reed in a low voice). He stops suddenly, holding his abdomen after the full bowl full of porridge and the coffee begin to work, his eyes get wider. “I suppose they have a privy there. Right. Let’s go.”
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
As the group slowly packs up their things, giving Virro some time in the privy, they finally make their way out of the Elfsong Tavern, the spirit starting their song again as they head out the door.
The morning is bright with a crisp feeling in the air as the sun seems to have burnt off some of the typical haze that hangs over Baldur’s Gate. Looking back over their shoulders towards the Basilisk Gate from last night, it appears that the mob that was there has been scattered.
As they make their way to the bathhouse, they pass several people on the streets going about their daily business. Most look their way as they pass, who can ignore a rooster riding a possum and a suit of armor with a smoke stack? But no one stops them along their way.
When they finally arrive at their destination, they notice that it is quite close to the wall that separates the Upper and Lower parts of Baldur’s Gate. The bathhouse is a one-story stuccoed building with stained-glass windows and clay roof tiles. Ten-foot-tall walls enclose a large courtyard outside the southeast corner of the building. The closed wooden doors to the courtyard are engraved with images of smiling nymphs dancing and frolicking in water.
As the rest of the group finish breakfast and pack up, and Virro does his business, Corlith excuses himself and heads out first promising to meet them outside the bathhouse.
When that meeting happens, he can be found sporting new studded leather armour and a relatively small round shield strapped to his back.
"I've passed this place so many times, but I've never been in before", he says to the group as they survey the outside of the building. "We didn't really discuss our strategy once inside, but I would imagine we aren't the typical group of patrons. We will attract attention, which could go in our favour, at least for some".
He once again summons the extra focus like he did in the Elfsong tavern earlier that morning, just as they are about to go in.
Reed trots along to keep up with the others as they make their way to the bathhouse, whistling a halfling walking tune as he does.
When they stop at the doors and Corlith does his magic hand wavy things, Reed opens the doors to the bathhouse and walks inside.