Kathra enjoys a good bit of squirrel meat now and again. She enjoys it a good deal more than the prospect of having to deal with the Krahkals, given their proclivities, in fact, and says as much to Peren and Mirabel in a low voice as soon as Della wanders off.
Gavin thanks the barkeep for the conversation and comes back to the table, He informs his friends that there is of the other two establishments that the dwarves frequent more than this one are called ‘The Axe’ or ‘The Hammer’ and that we may want to stop by there before going to the Krahkal’s hall. I have no preference either way.
“Kathra, what are your thoughts on this local clan? Do you think they may give us some answers and more importantly, some good paying work?”
Kathra keeps her voice down as she explains what she knows of the Krahkals. "Long story short, they're trouble. Probably the cause of whatever's been troubling the town, to boot - but they'll more than likely be willing to pay good money to have us, provided we don't ask too many questions as to the cause of it. Hopefully they'll be pleased to see a fellow dwarf, but given their reputation it might do more harm than good."
Peren thinks the axe or the hammer, which ever is the closest, would be a good start. And says ”I think we need to be cautious around this dwarf clan, Kathra maybe you should speak for the group when we get to the tavern”
Gavin, as much as he likes to talk, nods in agreement to Peren’s suggestion. “In my dealings, dwarves have always had a bit of blind mistrust of other races...present company excluded of course.”
Mirabel smiles widely. "Well, I'm sure we can make them see the advantages of having a group of seasoned adventurers around to sort out any problems!" He seems quite oblivious of the social situation at present.
As you look out the window, you see that the rain hasn't really let up at all. Also, it is getting dark...er, what with it being late evening and with all the storm clouds. About half or more of the locals seem to have finished their meals and have headed out into the wet, presumably on their way home and a few of the travelers seem to have retired for the evening, leaving behind a couple of clusters of folks finishing their last few rounds of drinks. The table nearest the fire seems to have two men at it deep in some heated, if quiet conversation. The three men at the bar haven't really moved since you got here and are still off-and-on conversing with the older tavern mistress. A benched long-table on the far side of the room has a group of about eight...what look to be traveling merchants or caravan attendants seated around it in the middle of some dice and drinking game.
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"The mongoose blew out its candle and was asleep in bed before the room went dark." —Llanowar fable
Mirabel waves down the nearest tavern employee. "I say, where might one find lodgings for the evening?" He smiles brilliantly. "I would rather not sleep in the rain."
As Della doesn't seem to be out in the main room currently, you catch the attention of a young man wearing a blue apron, carrying a tray of glassware. "You'll be wanting rooms sir? We've got space here still. Single-bed rooms are a gold a night, or we've got an empty bunk-room that holds up to eight for a five-gold group rate."
A quick transaction later, you've paid for your meals, drinks, and rooms for the night, costing each of you two gold total. You are free to turn in for the night, poke around at any of the groups of remaining patrons, or wander off into the rainy darkness outside to your peril (jk?).
“I’m going to see if I can get any ‘local’ news” as Gavin gets up and walks over to the two men that are having the heated discussion.
”Good evening gentlemen.” I say with a disarming smile. “My name is Gavin, and my companions (as I look over towards our table) and we just got to town. I was wondering if you are local, and wouldn’t mind if I could bend you ear for a moment to get a feel for your town. Being a visitor in a new place I always like to know the the lay of the land, if you will. Next cup is on me if you wouldn’t mind me joining you.”
Mirabel almost winces at the awkwardness with which Kathra engages the barkeep.
((Tavern maid, but yes. Gavin is talking to the barkeep.))
Kathra enjoys a good bit of squirrel meat now and again. She enjoys it a good deal more than the prospect of having to deal with the Krahkals, given their proclivities, in fact, and says as much to Peren and Mirabel in a low voice as soon as Della wanders off.
Gavin thanks the barkeep for the conversation and comes back to the table, He informs his friends that there is of the other two establishments that the dwarves frequent more than this one are called ‘The Axe’ or ‘The Hammer’ and that we may want to stop by there before going to the Krahkal’s hall. I have no preference either way.
“Kathra, what are your thoughts on this local clan? Do you think they may give us some answers and more importantly, some good paying work?”
Kathra keeps her voice down as she explains what she knows of the Krahkals. "Long story short, they're trouble. Probably the cause of whatever's been troubling the town, to boot - but they'll more than likely be willing to pay good money to have us, provided we don't ask too many questions as to the cause of it. Hopefully they'll be pleased to see a fellow dwarf, but given their reputation it might do more harm than good."
Peren thinks the axe or the hammer, which ever is the closest, would be a good start. And says
”I think we need to be cautious around this dwarf clan, Kathra maybe you should speak for the group when we get to the tavern”
Gavin, as much as he likes to talk, nods in agreement to Peren’s suggestion. “In my dealings, dwarves have always had a bit of blind mistrust of other races...present company excluded of course.”
Mirabel smiles widely. "Well, I'm sure we can make them see the advantages of having a group of seasoned adventurers around to sort out any problems!" He seems quite oblivious of the social situation at present.
"...Yes, I'm sure." Kathra looks to the others and shrugs. "Well, I suppose our next stop should be the Krakhals, then."
As you look out the window, you see that the rain hasn't really let up at all. Also, it is getting dark...er, what with it being late evening and with all the storm clouds. About half or more of the locals seem to have finished their meals and have headed out into the wet, presumably on their way home and a few of the travelers seem to have retired for the evening, leaving behind a couple of clusters of folks finishing their last few rounds of drinks. The table nearest the fire seems to have two men at it deep in some heated, if quiet conversation. The three men at the bar haven't really moved since you got here and are still off-and-on conversing with the older tavern mistress. A benched long-table on the far side of the room has a group of about eight...what look to be traveling merchants or caravan attendants seated around it in the middle of some dice and drinking game.
Mirabel waves down the nearest tavern employee. "I say, where might one find lodgings for the evening?" He smiles brilliantly. "I would rather not sleep in the rain."
As Della doesn't seem to be out in the main room currently, you catch the attention of a young man wearing a blue apron, carrying a tray of glassware. "You'll be wanting rooms sir? We've got space here still. Single-bed rooms are a gold a night, or we've got an empty bunk-room that holds up to eight for a five-gold group rate."
“Either way we pay 5 gold since there is 5 of us ((does Mub sleep outside?)). Might as well get singles? Gavin asks the group
"I'd appreciate a room of my own." Kathra shrugs. "Saves me the trouble of hearing the dragonborn snore."
Peren would like his own room and hands over 1 Gold
((Singles it is)) “Any way we can get rooms close together?”
Gavin will head outside for a moment and tell Mub that if he wants a room to come on in.
A quick transaction later, you've paid for your meals, drinks, and rooms for the night, costing each of you two gold total. You are free to turn in for the night, poke around at any of the groups of remaining patrons, or wander off into the rainy darkness outside to your peril (jk?).
EDIT: ((Yes, the rooms will be close.))
(mub sleeps where he sleeps)
Mud make his way over to a tree and flays in to it to try to get out of the cold sky water.
Then he will start to cook some thing or cast good berries.
“I’m going to see if I can get any ‘local’ news” as Gavin gets up and walks over to the two men that are having the heated discussion.
”Good evening gentlemen.” I say with a disarming smile. “My name is Gavin, and my companions (as I look over towards our table) and we just got to town. I was wondering if you are local, and wouldn’t mind if I could bend you ear for a moment to get a feel for your town. Being a visitor in a new place I always like to know the the lay of the land, if you will. Next cup is on me if you wouldn’t mind me joining you.”
As Mub is up in a tree he will look over thing form up here as he get dry.
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