To a party of adventurers what you see is but another dull tavern in another dull town in some nameless province. It is but another span of time between the challenges of true adventuring.
Outside of the tavern, a fog lies over the town this evening. The damp, cobbled pavement glistens as the lights of street lanterns dance across the slick stones. The fog chills the bones and shivers the soul of anyone outside. Yet inside these tavern walls the food is hearty and the ale is warm and frothy. A fire blazes in the hearth and the tavern is alive with the tumbling voices of country folk and somewhat uplifting music that is being played by an older looking gentleman who is sat at one of the tables in the right corner of the tavern.
{Please introduce your characters and what they are doing}
Grégoire:
"Werewolves in the mists!" You've heard these dreaded words spoken again and again by famers, merchants and adventurers alike. The hamlets east of Daggerford have fallen prey to a pack of werewolves that spill out of the Misty Forest on nights of the full moon, cloaked in crawling mist that seems to follow them wherever they go. The beasts spread death and mayhem, slaughtering adults and stealing children before retreating back into the woods. Others have tried to combat the werewolf menace, with little success. Although the moon is full this evening it has been obscured by clouds, but the crawling mist from the stories certainly has come even without it's beastial accompaniment.
{Please introduce your character}
Tanyi:
It had been three days since you initially passed through the mist and found yourself in the village of Emherst. While the village seemed to be idyllic when you first arrived there you soon realized that the 'residents' were actually just actors and the village itself was an elaborate, immersive stage. During the three days you've been there you've witnessed two of the 'residents' pass in quite tragic ways only for them to be replaced the next day by a different actor. On this night one of the 'residents' offered to let you stay at their place after hearing from another that one of their fellow actors was planning to 'remove the outsider from the equation before the instructors decide to give her a part'.
{Please introduce your character}
Hyacinth:
There had been stories going around of a few months now about a misty forest where a couple dozen adventurers had entered but so far none of them had returned, almost as though they had been spirited away by some mystical being. Wanting to figure out what was going on you made your way to the forest not only to see if the stories were true but to also find out if the mist of the Misty Forest were caused naturally or if they were more magical in nature. By the time you reach the forest it is almost evening.
Having traveled for most of the previous day Tivara was glad to avoid the gloomy fog and into the tavern she happened upon. The quaint tavern a welcomed sight for the wary tabaxi. Inside she finds the tavern full of warm, cheer and ale. Seems the perfect way to end a day on paw. Her white fur is immaculately clean to match a professional looking outfit of one who travels yet wants to seem stylish. The browns of leather mixed with the red linen matching well with her natural appearance. A long sleeve white undershirt makes it look as if its part of her fur and more an extension of her being. She seems quite comfy despite the arduous task of her journey. Oddly, she wears a red headband crooked over her head so that it sits atop her head like a tilted hat. A heart shaped pendant adorned in the center of it. Having been traveling she still has her weapons at her side. A rapier and a pair of daggers visible to the would be thief that might think twice on stealing her coin when they see the well kept and well used blades on her belt. A long bow is slung along her travel pack and as she enters she finds a nice table to set her stuff down at.
She will then tosses a gold coin to the barkeep if he's paying attention and say "A fine evening sir. I do hope that will cover food and drink at this dreary hour. I am not too particular after having traveled so far but appreciate the kindness of food, drink, warmth and delightful tavern." she knows the gold coin is far in excess of typical food prices but she's hopeful there might be information to gain about these lands as well. It doesn't hurt to put the local tavern keep in your favor with a bit of show of appreciation either.
She will look around at those nearby. Trying to get a sense of how folks feel around this town. Try to tell who might be local and who may also be a traveler like herself. (Insight:18) She smiles at anyone that makes eye contact and gives a polite nod of acknowledgement but otherwise seems to be enjoying the upbeat tunes played by the older gentleman. She's also very much looking forward to a warm meal for once as one can only eat rations for so long before one's tastes buds die from lack of enjoyment.
Oselorn Fenmore has been walking through the mists for some time. The moment he first stepped into the fog, he felt a chill. A hazy gloam such as this always awakens bad memories for him. Another time. Another place. Another journey spent lost in the mists…
To calm his uneasy nerves, he pulled out his ocarina, playing a tune that put the swirling mists around him into a different context, allowing him to see the beauty and grace in their movement… the shifting air, the way the light played upon them. He slipped into a feeling of transcendence, allowing his feet to move to the cadence of the music he played. He’s been walking this way for some time, losing all sense of time and place.
Even though he succeeded in calming his own nerves, the smell of pipe smoke and roasting meat provides a welcome relief when he first sees the tavern.
Olselorn is a handsome half-elf whose dark skin and bright white hair reveals his Drowish heritage. He stands 5’3” with an average build and amber colored eyes. He wears a motley assemblage of fine clothes, traveling furs and a number of exotic trinkets with origins in the northern tundras near the spine of the world. He wears a large stringed instrument strapped to his back with several other instruments secured in small pouches.
Every piece of his eclectic wardrobe seems curated to draw the eye and inspire a sense of wonder and curioisty. There’s a lightness to his step… one that whimsically embraces any path he walks, even the ones that chill his blood.
He steps into the tavern, moving directly to warm himself by the fire briefly before turning his attention toward the older gentleman playing music in the corner. He finds a seat, pulls out a coin and soaks in the music, patiently awaiting a server to attend to him… or not. Doesn’t matter. All that matters is the music.
He watches the performance with an open, inviting expression, hoping to make a connection with the musician as he allows the tune to carry him away. He resists the urge to produce one of his own instruments to play along. However, he’d early jump in if the musician gave any indication that he was invited.
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Rylan - L1 Human Paladin - Barty's "Princes of the Apocalypse"
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Tanya is a deep gnome in her prime years. She wears only black, which contrast with her bright red hair that she hide with her dark hood. Attached to her leather belt, she holds two pairs of fine daggers that she had taken from the cold body of the last person who tried to stop her.
It has been a couple of days she has been on the run. Everything is still a blur in her head. She managed to flee from a terrible place where she was hold prisoner only to found herself lost in this even gloomier world. The constant darkness does not bother her since she is a creature from the Underdark, but the strange mist is somewhat alarming.
Tanyi is still cautious about this new acquaintance: she has been captured once and almost lost her life, she vowed not to do the same mistake again and would not trust anyone here. Nevertheless, Tanya accepts the offer and follow them to their home, the "resident" seems not too shady and she is too tired to sleep again in the streets. “Tell me what is this village? It seems I have been transported here from the Underdark where I used to live. My name is Tanyi, what is yours?”
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The vigilant piercing clear blue eyes of Grégoire de Fronsac slowly scanned the treeline as he neared the werewolf-infested Misty Forest, his hand firmly on the hilt of his black blade of despair hidden under an exquisite long white overcoat, a blade that would one night undoubtedly be his undoing. He had come a long way from Arabel, his home city in Cormyr, but the rumor of lycanthropes terrorizing the peaceful farmers of Daggerford far to the west had brought him all the way to the Sword Coast. Now alone in the darkness, approaching the Misty Forest, his sinister sentient sword hungering for the souls of the horrors that walk the night.
The barkeep catches the gold coin and nods his head with a small smile. "Likewise, a fine evening to you madam. That it will, I will have your drink read in just a moment then I will have the cook prepare you something." He says before turning to grab a tankard. As he fills it he casually hums along with the tune the old musician is playing. Once the tankard is full he turns around and places it down on the counter, sliding it towards the Tabaxi along with five silver pieces.
"Oi Lyndon, we got a lass that wants a bite to eat." He says as he walks towards what appeared to be the kitchen.
{With an 18 Tivara can tell that most of the people in the tavern are locals but two new comers do look like they might be adventurers as well. A handsome half-elf of Drowish decent and a Gnome that has goggles on his forehead who's outfit is a mix of deep blues, grey's and browns.}
The older musician notices Olselorn enters the tavern and gives him a slight smile as continues to play. After a minute and a half he looks over towards him and gives him a quick nod almost as if to welcome him to join him.
While this is going on a young man comes up to him and takes a breath before speaking. "Excuse me sir but could I get you a drink, some food or maybe both?"
Hyacinth Bellwether approached the Misty Forest, lost in thought. Evening was coming on and the temperature was dropping. She drew her cloak about her to try to keep a chill from running down her spine. She was sensibly dressed in stout travel clothes, nothing flashy, just practical. She shouldered a pack full of various necessities as well as scholarly materials and, of course, above all else, her Book.
An onlooker would see that Hyacinth was a middle-aged woman with strands of gray in her straight brown hair, a few premature wrinkles on her plain face emphasizing a frequent expression of concentration, lips pursed together in neither a smile or a frown. Her brown eyes were bright and intelligent and seemed to miss little.
Part of her knew that entering the forest at night was probably not the best idea, but it couldn’t be helped. She had gotten a late start due to various delays from her colleagues at the university. Professor Knowles had wanted her opinion on a particularly tricky question about frog spawn and it had required more than an hour of explanation. Then there was the issue of her not being the fastest traveler. She had been distracted by several unexpected roadside discoveries as she had hiked to the forest. It’s not every day you find a patch of royal golden honeysuckles!
So now it was evening and she was losing the light. But she wasn’t going to let that stop her, not Hyacinth. She was on a tight schedule. In two days she was expected to lecture on a theory of mysterious leylines criss-crossing the realm as an explanation for why some people are born with more magical ability than others, and she might be designing a study to track the birth places of people with magical ability as a way to map out these leylines. If she was going to visit the Misty Forest, it had to be Now or Never. And she had to study this place if she was going to make an entry into her Book.
Hyacinth also knew it was perhaps not the smartest to make this trip alone, but again, couldn’t be helped. Two of her students were meant to accompany her today but they had performed poorly on a recent exam and had asked the day off to do some remedial study, which she felt made a lot of sense, so she had excused them. Well, she had never allowed the failings of others to hold back her ambitions. She would just have to go it alone.
Now this evening with the light failing and the temperature dropping, Hyacinth had her first glimpse of the mist, drifting out slowly among the sentinel trees, partially obscuring the greens and browns of the forest structure. Was it a natural weather occurrence, or was something more mystical in play? She was determined to investigate and record her findings in her Book.
Hyacinth cautiously approaches the Misty Forest, alert and looking for any clues that may indicate the nature of this mist.
Oselorn is about to produce his ocarina when he hears the young man’s voice. He turns to the server and smiles with relaxed charm. “Nothing would please me more.” He says as he reaches into his coin purse. “A taste of mead if you have it, wine if you don’t, along with whatever meal you consider to be the finest this tavern produces.”
He pulls out two gold coins. “One of these is for the fare. The rest is for you, if you would be so kind as to tell me where I am and what news most occupies the minds and tongues of this region.”
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Rylan - L1 Human Paladin - Barty's "Princes of the Apocalypse"
She nods in thanks "Thank you good sir." She watches as the man calls out her order. She likes the mystery of not knowing what they will serve. She notices the half-elf get pulled into a conversation. She was going to call them over but it seems someone beat her too it. The gnome however seems to take a spot at the counter she was at. As the gnome talks of inventions Tivara is curious as to what. She asks, "I am at the very least. I've heard tales of gnomish inventions. I'm quite curious to see what you made. Want to join me at my table?" she gestures to the table she claimed with her pack and bow.
Tivara laughs at the over abundance of enthusiasm from the gnome. She listens very politely as they explain a pair of their inventions. "Those fog piercing goggles sound especially handy considering the weather lately. I was lucky to find this tavern through it."
She holds a hand out to shake with the gnome "Tivara. It's nice to meet another traveler. Could I ask your name before we get too far into it? I will admit, I'm curious to learn more."
A soft grasp as she shakes hands with the gnome. Polite and formal she gives the aire of someone that is quite learned and also quite stern. She smiles though and in a friendly tone says "Indeed, a pleasure to find kind folks in these parts. It is a quaint town and friendly, although I can't for the life of me recall the town's name. I've been traveling looking for work. How about you? What brings you to these parts? Are you selling your inventions on the road?"
She grins. Thinking what luck. Of course, how much can they pay is a question, "Well then, today might be your lucky day. If you need help finding someone I'm a professional bounty hunter currently looking to get paid for some work. I take it some of the things you know of your wanted arsonists have led you here?"
She waves to the barkeep "Sir, something strong for my friend. Thank you."
Then she looks back to Xander and says "I didn't mean to bring up such painful memories. My offer stands though if you want to hire me. On more pleasant topics, do you know much about the town we find ourselves in? I was going to check with the local guard once I rested for the night. I seem to have lost my sense of direction when that fog rolled in. I didn't think was one near."
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Osselorn, Tivara & Xander:
To a party of adventurers what you see is but another dull tavern in another dull town in some nameless province. It is but another span of time between the challenges of true adventuring.
Outside of the tavern, a fog lies over the town this evening. The damp, cobbled pavement glistens as the lights of street lanterns dance across the slick stones. The fog chills the bones and shivers the soul of anyone outside. Yet inside these tavern walls the food is hearty and the ale is warm and frothy. A fire blazes in the hearth and the tavern is alive with the tumbling voices of country folk and somewhat uplifting music that is being played by an older looking gentleman who is sat at one of the tables in the right corner of the tavern.
{Please introduce your characters and what they are doing}
Grégoire:
"Werewolves in the mists!" You've heard these dreaded words spoken again and again by famers, merchants and adventurers alike. The hamlets east of Daggerford have fallen prey to a pack of werewolves that spill out of the Misty Forest on nights of the full moon, cloaked in crawling mist that seems to follow them wherever they go. The beasts spread death and mayhem, slaughtering adults and stealing children before retreating back into the woods. Others have tried to combat the werewolf menace, with little success. Although the moon is full this evening it has been obscured by clouds, but the crawling mist from the stories certainly has come even without it's beastial accompaniment.
{Please introduce your character}
Tanyi:
It had been three days since you initially passed through the mist and found yourself in the village of Emherst. While the village seemed to be idyllic when you first arrived there you soon realized that the 'residents' were actually just actors and the village itself was an elaborate, immersive stage. During the three days you've been there you've witnessed two of the 'residents' pass in quite tragic ways only for them to be replaced the next day by a different actor. On this night one of the 'residents' offered to let you stay at their place after hearing from another that one of their fellow actors was planning to 'remove the outsider from the equation before the instructors decide to give her a part'.
{Please introduce your character}
Hyacinth:
There had been stories going around of a few months now about a misty forest where a couple dozen adventurers had entered but so far none of them had returned, almost as though they had been spirited away by some mystical being. Wanting to figure out what was going on you made your way to the forest not only to see if the stories were true but to also find out if the mist of the Misty Forest were caused naturally or if they were more magical in nature. By the time you reach the forest it is almost evening.
{Please introduce your character}
Having traveled for most of the previous day Tivara was glad to avoid the gloomy fog and into the tavern she happened upon. The quaint tavern a welcomed sight for the wary tabaxi. Inside she finds the tavern full of warm, cheer and ale. Seems the perfect way to end a day on paw. Her white fur is immaculately clean to match a professional looking outfit of one who travels yet wants to seem stylish. The browns of leather mixed with the red linen matching well with her natural appearance. A long sleeve white undershirt makes it look as if its part of her fur and more an extension of her being. She seems quite comfy despite the arduous task of her journey. Oddly, she wears a red headband crooked over her head so that it sits atop her head like a tilted hat. A heart shaped pendant adorned in the center of it. Having been traveling she still has her weapons at her side. A rapier and a pair of daggers visible to the would be thief that might think twice on stealing her coin when they see the well kept and well used blades on her belt. A long bow is slung along her travel pack and as she enters she finds a nice table to set her stuff down at.
She will then tosses a gold coin to the barkeep if he's paying attention and say "A fine evening sir. I do hope that will cover food and drink at this dreary hour. I am not too particular after having traveled so far but appreciate the kindness of food, drink, warmth and delightful tavern." she knows the gold coin is far in excess of typical food prices but she's hopeful there might be information to gain about these lands as well. It doesn't hurt to put the local tavern keep in your favor with a bit of show of appreciation either.
She will look around at those nearby. Trying to get a sense of how folks feel around this town. Try to tell who might be local and who may also be a traveler like herself. (Insight:18) She smiles at anyone that makes eye contact and gives a polite nod of acknowledgement but otherwise seems to be enjoying the upbeat tunes played by the older gentleman. She's also very much looking forward to a warm meal for once as one can only eat rations for so long before one's tastes buds die from lack of enjoyment.
Oselorn Fenmore has been walking through the mists for some time. The moment he first stepped into the fog, he felt a chill. A hazy gloam such as this always awakens bad memories for him. Another time. Another place. Another journey spent lost in the mists…
To calm his uneasy nerves, he pulled out his ocarina, playing a tune that put the swirling mists around him into a different context, allowing him to see the beauty and grace in their movement… the shifting air, the way the light played upon them. He slipped into a feeling of transcendence, allowing his feet to move to the cadence of the music he played. He’s been walking this way for some time, losing all sense of time and place.
Even though he succeeded in calming his own nerves, the smell of pipe smoke and roasting meat provides a welcome relief when he first sees the tavern.
Olselorn is a handsome half-elf whose dark skin and bright white hair reveals his Drowish heritage. He stands 5’3” with an average build and amber colored eyes. He wears a motley assemblage of fine clothes, traveling furs and a number of exotic trinkets with origins in the northern tundras near the spine of the world. He wears a large stringed instrument strapped to his back with several other instruments secured in small pouches.
Every piece of his eclectic wardrobe seems curated to draw the eye and inspire a sense of wonder and curioisty. There’s a lightness to his step… one that whimsically embraces any path he walks, even the ones that chill his blood.
He steps into the tavern, moving directly to warm himself by the fire briefly before turning his attention toward the older gentleman playing music in the corner. He finds a seat, pulls out a coin and soaks in the music, patiently awaiting a server to attend to him… or not. Doesn’t matter. All that matters is the music.
He watches the performance with an open, inviting expression, hoping to make a connection with the musician as he allows the tune to carry him away. He resists the urge to produce one of his own instruments to play along. However, he’d early jump in if the musician gave any indication that he was invited.
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Rylan - L1 Human Paladin - Barty's "Princes of the Apocalypse"
Tanya is a deep gnome in her prime years. She wears only black, which contrast with her bright red hair that she hide with her dark hood. Attached to her leather belt, she holds two pairs of fine daggers that she had taken from the cold body of the last person who tried to stop her.
It has been a couple of days she has been on the run. Everything is still a blur in her head. She managed to flee from a terrible place where she was hold prisoner only to found herself lost in this even gloomier world. The constant darkness does not bother her since she is a creature from the Underdark, but the strange mist is somewhat alarming.
Tanyi is still cautious about this new acquaintance: she has been captured once and almost lost her life, she vowed not to do the same mistake again and would not trust anyone here. Nevertheless, Tanya accepts the offer and follow them to their home, the "resident" seems not too shady and she is too tired to sleep again in the streets. “Tell me what is this village? It seems I have been transported here from the Underdark where I used to live. My name is Tanyi, what is yours?”
Does the resident seems truthful (Insight: 11) ?
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The vigilant piercing clear blue eyes of Grégoire de Fronsac slowly scanned the treeline as he neared the werewolf-infested Misty Forest, his hand firmly on the hilt of his black blade of despair hidden under an exquisite long white overcoat, a blade that would one night undoubtedly be his undoing. He had come a long way from Arabel, his home city in Cormyr, but the rumor of lycanthropes terrorizing the peaceful farmers of Daggerford far to the west had brought him all the way to the Sword Coast. Now alone in the darkness, approaching the Misty Forest, his sinister sentient sword hungering for the souls of the horrors that walk the night.
Stealth: 18
Perception: 6
Survival: 21
The barkeep catches the gold coin and nods his head with a small smile. "Likewise, a fine evening to you madam. That it will, I will have your drink read in just a moment then I will have the cook prepare you something." He says before turning to grab a tankard. As he fills it he casually hums along with the tune the old musician is playing. Once the tankard is full he turns around and places it down on the counter, sliding it towards the Tabaxi along with five silver pieces.
"Oi Lyndon, we got a lass that wants a bite to eat." He says as he walks towards what appeared to be the kitchen.
{With an 18 Tivara can tell that most of the people in the tavern are locals but two new comers do look like they might be adventurers as well. A handsome half-elf of Drowish decent and a Gnome that has goggles on his forehead who's outfit is a mix of deep blues, grey's and browns.}
The older musician notices Olselorn enters the tavern and gives him a slight smile as continues to play. After a minute and a half he looks over towards him and gives him a quick nod almost as if to welcome him to join him.
While this is going on a young man comes up to him and takes a breath before speaking. "Excuse me sir but could I get you a drink, some food or maybe both?"
Hyacinth Bellwether approached the Misty Forest, lost in thought. Evening was coming on and the temperature was dropping. She drew her cloak about her to try to keep a chill from running down her spine. She was sensibly dressed in stout travel clothes, nothing flashy, just practical. She shouldered a pack full of various necessities as well as scholarly materials and, of course, above all else, her Book.
An onlooker would see that Hyacinth was a middle-aged woman with strands of gray in her straight brown hair, a few premature wrinkles on her plain face emphasizing a frequent expression of concentration, lips pursed together in neither a smile or a frown. Her brown eyes were bright and intelligent and seemed to miss little.
Part of her knew that entering the forest at night was probably not the best idea, but it couldn’t be helped. She had gotten a late start due to various delays from her colleagues at the university. Professor Knowles had wanted her opinion on a particularly tricky question about frog spawn and it had required more than an hour of explanation. Then there was the issue of her not being the fastest traveler. She had been distracted by several unexpected roadside discoveries as she had hiked to the forest. It’s not every day you find a patch of royal golden honeysuckles!
So now it was evening and she was losing the light. But she wasn’t going to let that stop her, not Hyacinth. She was on a tight schedule. In two days she was expected to lecture on a theory of mysterious leylines criss-crossing the realm as an explanation for why some people are born with more magical ability than others, and she might be designing a study to track the birth places of people with magical ability as a way to map out these leylines. If she was going to visit the Misty Forest, it had to be Now or Never. And she had to study this place if she was going to make an entry into her Book.
Hyacinth also knew it was perhaps not the smartest to make this trip alone, but again, couldn’t be helped. Two of her students were meant to accompany her today but they had performed poorly on a recent exam and had asked the day off to do some remedial study, which she felt made a lot of sense, so she had excused them. Well, she had never allowed the failings of others to hold back her ambitions. She would just have to go it alone.
Now this evening with the light failing and the temperature dropping, Hyacinth had her first glimpse of the mist, drifting out slowly among the sentinel trees, partially obscuring the greens and browns of the forest structure. Was it a natural weather occurrence, or was something more mystical in play? She was determined to investigate and record her findings in her Book.
Hyacinth cautiously approaches the Misty Forest, alert and looking for any clues that may indicate the nature of this mist.
Oselorn is about to produce his ocarina when he hears the young man’s voice. He turns to the server and smiles with relaxed charm. “Nothing would please me more.” He says as he reaches into his coin purse. “A taste of mead if you have it, wine if you don’t, along with whatever meal you consider to be the finest this tavern produces.”
He pulls out two gold coins. “One of these is for the fare. The rest is for you, if you would be so kind as to tell me where I am and what news most occupies the minds and tongues of this region.”
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Rylan - L1 Human Paladin - Barty's "Princes of the Apocalypse"
She nods in thanks "Thank you good sir." She watches as the man calls out her order. She likes the mystery of not knowing what they will serve. She notices the half-elf get pulled into a conversation. She was going to call them over but it seems someone beat her too it. The gnome however seems to take a spot at the counter she was at. As the gnome talks of inventions Tivara is curious as to what. She asks, "I am at the very least. I've heard tales of gnomish inventions. I'm quite curious to see what you made. Want to join me at my table?" she gestures to the table she claimed with her pack and bow.
Tivara laughs at the over abundance of enthusiasm from the gnome. She listens very politely as they explain a pair of their inventions. "Those fog piercing goggles sound especially handy considering the weather lately. I was lucky to find this tavern through it."
She holds a hand out to shake with the gnome "Tivara. It's nice to meet another traveler. Could I ask your name before we get too far into it? I will admit, I'm curious to learn more."
A soft grasp as she shakes hands with the gnome. Polite and formal she gives the aire of someone that is quite learned and also quite stern. She smiles though and in a friendly tone says "Indeed, a pleasure to find kind folks in these parts. It is a quaint town and friendly, although I can't for the life of me recall the town's name. I've been traveling looking for work. How about you? What brings you to these parts? Are you selling your inventions on the road?"
She grins. Thinking what luck. Of course, how much can they pay is a question, "Well then, today might be your lucky day. If you need help finding someone I'm a professional bounty hunter currently looking to get paid for some work. I take it some of the things you know of your wanted arsonists have led you here?"
"Oh! I'm so sorry."
She waves to the barkeep "Sir, something strong for my friend. Thank you."
Then she looks back to Xander and says "I didn't mean to bring up such painful memories. My offer stands though if you want to hire me. On more pleasant topics, do you know much about the town we find ourselves in? I was going to check with the local guard once I rested for the night. I seem to have lost my sense of direction when that fog rolled in. I didn't think was one near."