The two men look up from their debate a bit startled by your entrance, but one of them recovers a bit faster than his companion. The first looks up to you and says "Ah, good a neutral third party! That's what we need to settle this! Tell me sir, are you familiar with the mating sounds of the dire moose?" At that, the second man blusters a bit. "Come off it Darrel! It can't be any plainer that the sound is just the wind blowing through some washed out crevasse up on the mountain. Dire moose....hmph I say!"
For Mub:
Considering that you are more a walking pigeon than and owl-man, the stormy darkness of the night does little to assist in your surveilling of the area. Also the hard rain makes it very difficult to stay dry up in this tree as water droplets sprinkle down from various angled leaves. At least you have your goodberries to munch on!
“I can’t say that I’ve ever seen nor heard a dire moose. What kind of a sound did you hear that makes you think that?” Gavin replies. “I’ve heard that weirder things have been seen or heard around here lately. I’m always up for a good tale of ghosts or goblins.”
The first man, Darrel, leans over, hunched with excitement to tell his tale. "Well you see, Eric here and I, we were up the mountain a ways, like we always do..." "Like we always do," interrupts the other man, presumably Eric, "so you can get in some early outdoor drinking in without yer wife finding out." "Irrelevant!" Cries Darrel, trying to take control of the narrative once again. "So we was up in the mountains when the rains started pouring down like they do a lot this season. And we was mucking about in the brush for some shelter when we heard it...a BHRRROOOOOOOOOO sound echoing through the hills. Like a love-sick moose lost and forlorn....but bigger...and meaner...and louder...so Dire...that's why the learned folk slap 'Dire' in front ah all sorts of animals right? 'Cause it means bigger an' meaner than your normal sorts?" "Yer daft and dumb Darrel." Shoots Eric. "'Sides, it was more of a BBBZZZOOOOOOOO sound, like a giant kazoo! So 'twas clearly wind just pushing through some old worn rocks." With that, Eric sits back looking rather smart and pleased. "But we've heard it more than just the once then!" Counters Darrel. "Aye," says Eric, "And rocks don't go no where and wind is plentiful up here."
Over behind the counter you hear the tavern mistress call out, "Yeah, and you both are a bunch of goody drunks whose patronage I enjoy, but keep your squabbles down! I've got guests that need their rest."
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"The mongoose blew out its candle and was asleep in bed before the room went dark." —Llanowar fable
Kathra watches the drunken debate for a bit, then decides to head to her room. She doesn't especially trust this town, so she puts her pack leaning against the door, where it will make plenty of noise if someone tries to sneak in. Her ax will stay close at hand.
“Ok, ok so hold on...you two go up in the mountain....where exactly, by the way? I may want to hear this moose, or wind for myself so I can tell you which one of you is more accurate. You’re drinking, hear a strange sound, see nothing and think it’s a dire moose? Come on, you have got to have a better story than that. I’ve heard rumors of way better tales than this one. Something about flying fish and skull knights wandering around the hills. Now that’s a story I want to hear!”
You notice the door is ajar and there is a light on already in your room as you head down the hallway. Cautiously drawing closer, you peek in and see what looks to be Della arranging some furniture, but otherwise not doing anything overtly suspicious. Ever the direct one, you open the door further and clear your throat, which gives her a bit of a start as she turns around to face you. "Oh! Terribly sorry miss; was just putting the finishing touches on your room for the evening. We don't often get many dwarven tenants you see, an' the mistress wanted me to make sure everything was nice for you." She sort of gestures over to a vase on the table with some mountain lilies in it. "Hope they are to your liking."
There's an awkward silence for a few seconds as she waits for a response. It looks like she'd really like to leave, but with you in the doorway, you sort of have a captive audience.
Eric's eyes bulge a bit. "You've heard of the fish too! We've seen 'em!" He gestures between himself and Darrel. "'Twas the weirdest thing I ever saw. No explaining that away, no sir! We was fishing up the river as we do..." "As we do to keep out of family's hair when it gets to intolerable." Interrupts Darrel. "Shush yer mouth this is my story!" Insists Eric. "So we was fishing up river and not catching a single thing, when the rains start up like they do this time of year, and there we are, all wet and without any fish when I sees 'em. A whole school of fishy things with long thin fins flapping around about two feet or sos above the waterline. Granted the waterline was all splashy 'cause of the rain, but it was unmistakable!" "Yeah, we saw 'em and high-tailed it right back to town to tell 'ol Bhaerny in the watchtower. He laughed it off. Said we were too day-drunk to know what we saw! But we seen it!" Says, Darrel.
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Kathra is slightly nonplussed by the appearance of someone in her room, but her excuse seems good enough. Smiling in what she hopes it is a friendly manner, she moves into the room and out of the doorway. "I suppose it's common for dwarves to stick to our own kind when the opportunity presents itself, isn't it?" She looks out the door, then back again. "I don't suppose you're any more inclined to tell me about these rumors of trouble in town we heard now that we're out of earshot of the rest of the inn, are you?"
After I thank Eric and Darrel for their stories and find out the locations of their sightings I pay for their drink and show them my necklace with the crystal dragon scale. “Ever seen one of these? I hadn’t either until we had to fight and destroy the damn thing several months ago. Crystal dragon is what we called it, no idea where it came from. My friends and I are the Band of the Hand. We travel around looking for work getting rid of undesirable creatures. Sorry, nagging wives not included!” Gavin laughs at his own joke hoping the men will find it amusing. “We are going to talk with the town leaders tomorrow to see if our services are needed here. I thank you for sharing what you’ve seen, hopefully it will provide useful in the days to come.” With that, Gavin bids them a good night and heads up to his room as his friends have already gone to theirs.
Della looks like she just might take you up on that offer, but then an ominous peal of thunder from outside and an timely creak of the settling floor boards seems to dissuade her. "I...I don't have anything to say worth hearing miss, and I really must be getting on with my work." And with that, she deftly scurries out the escape you provided by moving away from the door and down the hall, leaving you behind.
Kathra considers shouting down the hall after her, reconsiders, grumbles something about the weather being a pain in the ass and shuts her door, placing her pack in front of it as previously described and going to bed.
As you round the hall towards the rooms, you almost crash into Della as she rushes around the corner. "Oh! S..sorry, sir!" She stammers as she scurries out of sight. As she passes you by however, you notice the telltale signs of tears streaking down her face. Looking down the hall in a bit of confusion you also see that Kathra's door is open and there is a light on, spilling out into the hallway which then shuts with a grumble.
“Excuse me....Della is it? Would you mind bringing me up another cup of ale when you have a moment?”
I will wait in my room with my door ajar until she returns (hopefully). When she does, In as kind of tone as I can, ask her if she is ok and that I hope my friends gruffness did not upset her. “Kathra is a good person, but years of living in the wild doesn’t always give her the best people skills. I have, and will continue to.trust my life with her. And I do not do that lightly as I value my life very much.”
In a hushed tone, ”Sometimes when I’m upset, some ale helps.’ as I nod to the cup she is carrying “looks like you may need that more than I right now...my treat. Please, don’t mistake this for anything other than kind manners, I’ve no interest in offending your honor. All I would like, if it’s not too much trouble is to get your perspective on what’s going on around here.” I pay her double for the ale with an outstretched hand. “Anything you share with me will not have your name associated with it. We came here to help this town, yes for coin if hired, but helping the hard working common folk is important to us. More so than helping rich town leaders. They need less of it in my experience.”
Eventually some locals open the door and stumble out past you, allowing you to slip by and into the dry warmth of the inside. They continue on out into the rainy night, oblivious of you as they go.
For Gavin:
((Well, some of that happens.))
You call down the hall for some tea as Della pushes past you and disappears into the kitchens. A while later, while you are waiting in your room, there is a knock at your door and a more masculine, decidedly non-Della face peeks in. It looks like the guy who was also waiting tables earlier while you were dining. "You ordered some tea?"
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For Gavin:
The two men look up from their debate a bit startled by your entrance, but one of them recovers a bit faster than his companion. The first looks up to you and says "Ah, good a neutral third party! That's what we need to settle this! Tell me sir, are you familiar with the mating sounds of the dire moose?" At that, the second man blusters a bit. "Come off it Darrel! It can't be any plainer that the sound is just the wind blowing through some washed out crevasse up on the mountain. Dire moose....hmph I say!"
For Mub:
Considering that you are more a walking pigeon than and owl-man, the stormy darkness of the night does little to assist in your surveilling of the area. Also the hard rain makes it very difficult to stay dry up in this tree as water droplets sprinkle down from various angled leaves. At least you have your goodberries to munch on!
“I can’t say that I’ve ever seen nor heard a dire moose. What kind of a sound did you hear that makes you think that?” Gavin replies. “I’ve heard that weirder things have been seen or heard around here lately. I’m always up for a good tale of ghosts or goblins.”
Peren will sit at the table for awhile, watching Gavin speak to the two gentlemen.
Then head up to his room and go to sleep.
Perception = 11
The first man, Darrel, leans over, hunched with excitement to tell his tale. "Well you see, Eric here and I, we were up the mountain a ways, like we always do..." "Like we always do," interrupts the other man, presumably Eric, "so you can get in some early outdoor drinking in without yer wife finding out." "Irrelevant!" Cries Darrel, trying to take control of the narrative once again. "So we was up in the mountains when the rains started pouring down like they do a lot this season. And we was mucking about in the brush for some shelter when we heard it...a BHRRROOOOOOOOOO sound echoing through the hills. Like a love-sick moose lost and forlorn....but bigger...and meaner...and louder...so Dire...that's why the learned folk slap 'Dire' in front ah all sorts of animals right? 'Cause it means bigger an' meaner than your normal sorts?" "Yer daft and dumb Darrel." Shoots Eric. "'Sides, it was more of a BBBZZZOOOOOOOO sound, like a giant kazoo! So 'twas clearly wind just pushing through some old worn rocks." With that, Eric sits back looking rather smart and pleased. "But we've heard it more than just the once then!" Counters Darrel. "Aye," says Eric, "And rocks don't go no where and wind is plentiful up here."
Over behind the counter you hear the tavern mistress call out, "Yeah, and you both are a bunch of goody drunks whose patronage I enjoy, but keep your squabbles down! I've got guests that need their rest."
For Peren:
You don't notice anything out of sorts as you give up on these drunks and head to bed.
Kathra watches the drunken debate for a bit, then decides to head to her room. She doesn't especially trust this town, so she puts her pack leaning against the door, where it will make plenty of noise if someone tries to sneak in. Her ax will stay close at hand.
“Ok, ok so hold on...you two go up in the mountain....where exactly, by the way? I may want to hear this moose, or wind for myself so I can tell you which one of you is more accurate. You’re drinking, hear a strange sound, see nothing and think it’s a dire moose? Come on, you have got to have a better story than that. I’ve heard rumors of way better tales than this one. Something about flying fish and skull knights wandering around the hills. Now that’s a story I want to hear!”
For Kathra:
You notice the door is ajar and there is a light on already in your room as you head down the hallway. Cautiously drawing closer, you peek in and see what looks to be Della arranging some furniture, but otherwise not doing anything overtly suspicious. Ever the direct one, you open the door further and clear your throat, which gives her a bit of a start as she turns around to face you. "Oh! Terribly sorry miss; was just putting the finishing touches on your room for the evening. We don't often get many dwarven tenants you see, an' the mistress wanted me to make sure everything was nice for you." She sort of gestures over to a vase on the table with some mountain lilies in it. "Hope they are to your liking."
There's an awkward silence for a few seconds as she waits for a response. It looks like she'd really like to leave, but with you in the doorway, you sort of have a captive audience.
For Gavin:
Eric's eyes bulge a bit. "You've heard of the fish too! We've seen 'em!" He gestures between himself and Darrel. "'Twas the weirdest thing I ever saw. No explaining that away, no sir! We was fishing up the river as we do..." "As we do to keep out of family's hair when it gets to intolerable." Interrupts Darrel. "Shush yer mouth this is my story!" Insists Eric. "So we was fishing up river and not catching a single thing, when the rains start up like they do this time of year, and there we are, all wet and without any fish when I sees 'em. A whole school of fishy things with long thin fins flapping around about two feet or sos above the waterline. Granted the waterline was all splashy 'cause of the rain, but it was unmistakable!" "Yeah, we saw 'em and high-tailed it right back to town to tell 'ol Bhaerny in the watchtower. He laughed it off. Said we were too day-drunk to know what we saw! But we seen it!" Says, Darrel.
Kathra is slightly nonplussed by the appearance of someone in her room, but her excuse seems good enough. Smiling in what she hopes it is a friendly manner, she moves into the room and out of the doorway. "I suppose it's common for dwarves to stick to our own kind when the opportunity presents itself, isn't it?" She looks out the door, then back again. "I don't suppose you're any more inclined to tell me about these rumors of trouble in town we heard now that we're out of earshot of the rest of the inn, are you?"
Persuasion?: 0
((HAHAHA KATHRA'S GAME IS TRASH))
((That's......wow.))
After I thank Eric and Darrel for their stories and find out the locations of their sightings I pay for their drink and show them my necklace with the crystal dragon scale. “Ever seen one of these? I hadn’t either until we had to fight and destroy the damn thing several months ago. Crystal dragon is what we called it, no idea where it came from. My friends and I are the Band of the Hand. We travel around looking for work getting rid of undesirable creatures. Sorry, nagging wives not included!” Gavin laughs at his own joke hoping the men will find it amusing. “We are going to talk with the town leaders tomorrow to see if our services are needed here. I thank you for sharing what you’ve seen, hopefully it will provide useful in the days to come.” With that, Gavin bids them a good night and heads up to his room as his friends have already gone to theirs.
For Kathra:
Della looks like she just might take you up on that offer, but then an ominous peal of thunder from outside and an timely creak of the settling floor boards seems to dissuade her. "I...I don't have anything to say worth hearing miss, and I really must be getting on with my work." And with that, she deftly scurries out the escape you provided by moving away from the door and down the hall, leaving you behind.
Kathra considers shouting down the hall after her, reconsiders, grumbles something about the weather being a pain in the ass and shuts her door, placing her pack in front of it as previously described and going to bed.
Gavin, make me a Perception check when you get a chance please.
Perception: 21
((Now we're talking!))
For Gavin:
As you round the hall towards the rooms, you almost crash into Della as she rushes around the corner. "Oh! S..sorry, sir!" She stammers as she scurries out of sight. As she passes you by however, you notice the telltale signs of tears streaking down her face. Looking down the hall in a bit of confusion you also see that Kathra's door is open and there is a light on, spilling out into the hallway which then shuts with a grumble.
Mub looks up the tree as he is getting to wet and cold to say in it then walks up to the door of the inn.
He pecks light at the door to knock at it.
“Excuse me....Della is it? Would you mind bringing me up another cup of ale when you have a moment?”
I will wait in my room with my door ajar until she returns (hopefully). When she does, In as kind of tone as I can, ask her if she is ok and that I hope my friends gruffness did not upset her. “Kathra is a good person, but years of living in the wild doesn’t always give her the best people skills. I have, and will continue to.trust my life with her. And I do not do that lightly as I value my life very much.”
In a hushed tone, ”Sometimes when I’m upset, some ale helps.’ as I nod to the cup she is carrying “looks like you may need that more than I right now...my treat. Please, don’t mistake this for anything other than kind manners, I’ve no interest in offending your honor. All I would like, if it’s not too much trouble is to get your perspective on what’s going on around here.” I pay her double for the ale with an outstretched hand. “Anything you share with me will not have your name associated with it. We came here to help this town, yes for coin if hired, but helping the hard working common folk is important to us. More so than helping rich town leaders. They need less of it in my experience.”
”So, will you talk with me?”
For Mub:
Eventually some locals open the door and stumble out past you, allowing you to slip by and into the dry warmth of the inside. They continue on out into the rainy night, oblivious of you as they go.
For Gavin:
((Well, some of that happens.))
You call down the hall for some tea as Della pushes past you and disappears into the kitchens. A while later, while you are waiting in your room, there is a knock at your door and a more masculine, decidedly non-Della face peeks in. It looks like the guy who was also waiting tables earlier while you were dining. "You ordered some tea?"