In response to Starkers comments "You are most welcome, Master Starker", "I agree with you assessment, the condition the Orcs were in, give me some comfort that they will do little to those not as capable... i think we should push on to Granitestead."
An hour or so down the road you decide to make camp due to the darkness and the fatigue of the horses. A mountain stream provides clear, cold water for you and the horses. You set up double watches and light no fire to guide any remaining orcs to your camp. Dawn comes and a new beautiful morning greets you. Belgger says, "We are close and should see Granitestead this afternoon."
Belgger's estimation is correct and you arrive to Granitestead, Belgger’s village, in the late afternoon. The village is situated along the base of a tall cliff. Walls of stone block protect the town with guard towers. A single, large gatehouse provides entrance into the town. It is apparent that there is more of the village within mountain based on windows and balconies seen in the cliff face. Many dwarves and gnomes are seen about as you approach. The architecture seems to favor people of this stature. There are a few humans about the village as well.
Introductions at the gatehouse are made by Belgger. You are allowed inside the town and he leads you to an inn, the Slumbering Dragon. "This is the best place in town for tall folk," Belgger claims loudly as he walks into the common room. "You should eat everything that they offer you." As he finishes a dwarven woman walks out, "Belgger Granitethew! Where have you gotten yourself off to all these tendays?" She sees all of you walk in and continues, "I see you have a stout bunch with you as well. Will it be meals? Or, meals and rooms? Stabling is behind us so go get your animals situated while I put something together for you." She turns and heads back through the door without waiting for an answer. Belgger smiles and watches her as she exits, his gaze staying on the door for a few moments. "Well!," he breaks the silence, "I must be off to the Thanehall. My cousin will be wondering where I disappeared to. Stay here. Rest. Yillow will take good care of you. She is wonderful," said with a softening voice at the end. "I will be back soon."
The stables behind the Slumbering Dragon are somewhat cramped for horses, but fit mules and donkeys well. You see two shaggy mountain rams in the stable as well. The animals are taken in to be cared for. A low fire is burning in the large hearth dominating the room. It is just right to take the chill of the mountain air off without becoming oppressively warm. There are several tables set about the main room in a fairly tight arrangement. Wooden chairs that are surprisingly comfortable sit about the tables. Yillow and another woman emerge from the kitchen area as you get settled. A large bowl of a thick stew with chunks of tender meat and root vegetables is placed in the middle of all of you. A large wooden ladle and six bowls follow. Covered flagons of ale are set about the table for you as well. Yillow pulls a small bottle of liquor from her apron and produces six small glasses. "Dwarven whiskey," she says setting the bottle between Hoid and Kragen. The glasses she sets in the center of the table. "For all who dare," she says with a wink to the tall-folk.
"Ms. Willow this is very kind of you. My friends (nodding towards Hoid and Kragen) have told me the virtues of dwarven whiskey and I'm looking forward to trying it."
Chadwick sips the whiskey, his eyes light up and a grin appears on his face.
"This ma'am, is wonderful. Thank you again!"
After she departs.
"I noticed the rams in the stables. I wonder if they are for sale? Certainly would be a stouter beast in a skirmish than a pony."
“Ahhhh, Thank you Mistress Yillow!” Fondly looking down at the cup of whiskey. “A welcome indulgence, it has been too long” slaps Hoid on the back and downs the cup! Sits back and closes his eyes, visualizing a warm hearth and familiar voices.
”A Dwarven Battle Ram would not suit you Sir Chadwick, it would eat those pretty locks of yours while you sleep!” A deep bellies laugh erupts from Kragen as he pours another whiskey and chases the laughter. Then dives into his bowl of stew!
Starker: “As my intellect is the only ghing I can contribute to this band of heroes, I must avoid this opportunity to obnubilate it with this no doubt delicious beverage. Luckily, my serving shall not go to waste, as you can plainly see!”
(Cyrus is chin deep into the whiskey in front of Starker.)
The stew served to you is the best you can remember ever eating. It is rich with delicate herb flavors that are accented by the sweet maltiness of the ale and sourdough bread. Each of these is good on its own, but when brought together are genius. Cyrus is limp weight on Starker's shoulder by the end of the meal. Chadwick discovers that his resistance to poisons does NOT extend to dwarven whiskey.
Belgger returns to find several of you in a state of disarray. Dwarven whiskey is not for the tall-folk. Or, as Cyrus has proven, the wee-folk either. "Well, I see Yillow has left her mark here," he exclaims after walking into the common room. Several others have made way to seats as well. A group of half-orcs at one table and a group of humans and half-orcs at another. Several dwarves walk in behind Belgger and take up the last table. It has become busy all of a sudden. Yillow and her team are moving about the room, laughing with the patrons. You overhear her telling a joke to the half-orcs about a pixie's bung hole that leaves the table roaring in laughter.
"My cousin would like to meet with you tomorrow," Belgger continues. "Which looks fortunate it is not today." There is a commotion at the door as two dwarves barrel into the room, "Where is he!," one of them yells. The other points to Belgger. "I see him brother!," the first follows the direction of the pointed finger and both lock eyes with Belgger before stomping across the room to him. Belgger is still as they approach and all three embrace. "Brothers," you hear Belgger's muffled voices. "I feared I would not see you again." The three look over one another and clap backs as they reunite. Belgger then turns, "These are my rescuers. Huther, Tamblo," he says identifying his brothers, "please meet Hoid, Kragen, Chadwick, Trolkarl, Gneuman and Starker. These are the valiant warriors and mage who rescued me."
Yillow, your hospitality is truely heartwarming. The stew looks and smells wonderful, just what we need after our journey with Belgger.
Winking back at Yillow and nodding at Chadwick, Trolkarl shares in dwarven Chadwick is the most daring of us tall folk. I am sure he will enjoy. This may be a bit much for what I am accustomed. The gesture is deeply appreciated.
Looking to his companions, Trolkarl raises a flagon <returning to common> To Yillow and the Slumbering Dragon, for the warmth and hospitality in this cool mountain air
Starker gathers up Cyrus Magnus, asks Yillow for a bucket Cyrus can sleep in, and heads up to his room. “Oh how I am looking forward to sleeping in a bed!” Services for Cyrus, if necessary, will be held in the morning. In lieu of flowers, please plant a mango tree somewhere pretty.”
A good night at the Slumbering Dragon passes. Good food, good drink and a good bed are had by all. You all learn that the only worse than a drunken monkey is a hungover monkey. Cyrus is unbearable and tries to bite Trolkarl twice for who knows what reason. Breakfast is had and Belgger rejoins you to take you to the citadel and meet the Clan Lord. Your arms and armor are set to be cleaned at the inn while you are away.
You are escorted into the mountain by two of the town guards. They are gruff and well armed. The gates open into a large atrium with natural light streaming through high windows as well as Driftglobe like fixtures. There is a bazaar in progress on the ground floor. On the several additional floors up you see what look to be apartments and shops. A side tunnel takes you to a more military looking section and you are brought into a large room carved from the living stone. At the other end is a dais and a very important looking dwarf sits in a large chair there. Arranged around him are what appear to be members of court. Scribes, warriors, traders and craftsmen can be seen. You are handed off to a valet and escorted to the dais. "The rescuers of your cousin, Laird," the valet states simply. The dwarf in the chair looks up and gives each of you an evaluating stare. "Please, introduce yourselves," the valet says to you quietly.
“I am Starker of Waterdeep, where I trained at the Academy under Master Charletin. This is my first time inside a mountain. I am grateful for the experience, Laird.”
"My Lord (or whatever is the honorific of someone of his status) I am Chadwick LeRoy Jenkins <bows> Paladin of Tyr and member of the Knights of Holy Judgement. I hail from a small village near Everlund in the Silver Marshes. We appreciate the warm welcome we received yesterday and this audience."
"Well met, all of you. I am Harggan Granitethew, Laird of Granitestead and the Granitethew clan. Be welcome!," the dwarf introduces himself. He stands and walks down the few steps towards you. "Belgger has told me of your heroic defeat of that dragon that took him hostage. I am in debt to you for rescuing him and bringing him back home." All of the other dwarves have stopped what they are doing and you see some silent nods of approval. "There is to be a celebration tonight for his return. You are my honored guests, if you will attend?," he says. It doesn't sound like a question, but is? "Yillow has already begun preparations for tonight. I understand you have had a sample of her skills last night. It will be a feast!"
A dwarf walks up with a closed strongbox held in his hands. Harggan sees this and continues, "I have something for all of you. A token of my thanks." He opens the lid and moves down the line of you with his gifts.
"Hoid and Kragen, you have returned my family. With these you will always be recognized as a friend of Granitestead. I humbly ask that you accept them," he has a collection of stone and semi-precious beads to be woven into your beards as the sigil of the Granitethew clan.
"Starker the mage. I hope your monkey returns to good health. Please accept this pipe and enjoy it in good health." He hands you an intricately carved hardwood pipe with dwarven runes and the Granitethew crest.
"Chadwick, servant of Tyr. Please accept this tankard and drink in good stead spirits from all across Faerûn with the Granitethew clan." He hands you a beautiful, polished brass tankard set with semi-precious stones and inlaid with silver.
"Trolkarl, Belgger told me how you sent that manticore to an early, earthly grave. Your magic blazing and bring it to the ground. Please accept this ring of mithril as a symbol of the strength of your spirit." He hands you a simple ring of mithril.
"Gneuman, son of Gnorman. You have been a challenge for me to find a suitable gift. Your sensibilities are much more simple than the rest of your group, and me. I offer to you the tattoo of our clan shield forever marking you as friend of Granitethew clan."
Trolkarl steps forward with a respectful bow. Meeting the gaze of the clan lord with a compsed expression
Honorable Larid, I am Trolkarl of the Ravenshields from the lands of Cormyr. It is an honor to stand before you today. My companions and I were privieged to aid your cousin Belgger.
Gesturing towards his companions These men are the slayers of the blue dragon, Azurixtan. The beast who held Belgger prisoner. I am honored to stand with them before your today.
We are grateful for the hospitality we have recieved in Granitestead and look forward to any chance to further our friendship.
Concentrating on the proper vowels Trolkarl recalls his lessons and tries to switch to dwarven with a simple phrase of gratitude Thank you
Hargann smiles at Trolkarl's words. He responds appreciatively in dwarven, "So! You know the Stonetongue. And speak it well it seems. That will be good for later tonight when the singing starts," Hargann says with a laugh. "Please forgive me, all," he says in Common once again. "I must be off for more meetings. Please enjoy your stay in Granitestead." With that the valet ushers Hargann out of the room and is followed by about half of the staff there. The others remaining continue conversations. Several approach your group to offer congratulations and thanks.
One of the valets then escorts you back to the area of the bazaar in the entry hall of the citadel. It is busy and bustling. Traders and merchants fill the stalls set up and shops built into the ground floor. A stall roasting savory meats on short sticks catches your attention as you walk by. Starker benefits from his connection with Cyrus and hurriedly pulls the limp monkey off of his shoulder for Cyrus to vomit into a nearby planter.
"Well met, all of you. I am Harggan Granitethew, Laird of Granitestead and the Granitethew clan. Be welcome!," the dwarf introduces himself. He stands and walks down the few steps towards you. "Belgger has told me of your heroic defeat of that dragon that took him hostage. I am in debt to you for rescuing him and bringing him back home." All of the other dwarves have stopped what they are doing and you see some silent nods of approval. "There is to be a celebration tonight for his return. You are my honored guests, if you will attend?," he says. It doesn't sound like a question, but is? "Yillow has already begun preparations for tonight. I understand you have had a sample of her skills last night. It will be a feast!"
A dwarf walks up with a closed strongbox held in his hands. Harggan sees this and continues, "I have something for all of you. A token of my thanks." He opens the lid and moves down the line of you with his gifts.
"Hoid and Kragen, you have returned my family. With these you will always be recognized as a friend of Granitestead. I humbly ask that you accept them," he has a collection of stone and semi-precious beads to be woven into your beards as the sigil of the Granitethew clan.
"Starker the mage. I hope your monkey returns to good health. Please accept this pipe and enjoy it in good health." He hands you an intricately carved hardwood pipe with dwarven runes and the Granitethew crest.
"Chadwick, servant of Tyr. Please accept this tankard and drink in good stead spirits from all across Faerûn with the Granitethew clan." He hands you a beautiful, polished brass tankard set with semi-precious stones and inlaid with silver.
"Trolkarl, Belgger told me how you sent that manticore to an early, earthly grave. Your magic blazing and bring it to the ground. Please accept this ring of mithril as a symbol of the strength of your spirit." He hands you a simple ring of mithril.
"Gneuman, son of Gnorman. You have been a challenge for me to find a suitable gift. Your sensibilities are much more simple than the rest of your group, and me. I offer to you the tattoo of our clan shield forever marking you as friend of Granitethew clan."
Accepting the stones "Laird Harggan, this humble servant of Tyr accepts this gift, is honored to be considered a friend and will proudly display the sigil of the Granitethew clan." bows his head in respect and steps back. "We look forward to sharing libations with all and tales of fortune and adventure." "Mistress Yillow has already made an impression upon this motley crew with some of the best fare we have supped on in ages!" turns his head at Yillow, smiles and bows with great respect.
Chadwick will take some time taking in the sights and trying different food and drink. Eventually he'll make his way to the smithy to inquire about getting a silvered halberd, or better yet a Lucien.
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In response to Starkers comments "You are most welcome, Master Starker", "I agree with you assessment, the condition the Orcs were in, give me some comfort that they will do little to those not as capable... i think we should push on to Granitestead."
An hour or so down the road you decide to make camp due to the darkness and the fatigue of the horses. A mountain stream provides clear, cold water for you and the horses. You set up double watches and light no fire to guide any remaining orcs to your camp. Dawn comes and a new beautiful morning greets you. Belgger says, "We are close and should see Granitestead this afternoon."
Belgger's estimation is correct and you arrive to Granitestead, Belgger’s village, in the late afternoon. The village is situated along the base of a tall cliff. Walls of stone block protect the town with guard towers. A single, large gatehouse provides entrance into the town. It is apparent that there is more of the village within mountain based on windows and balconies seen in the cliff face. Many dwarves and gnomes are seen about as you approach. The architecture seems to favor people of this stature. There are a few humans about the village as well.
Introductions at the gatehouse are made by Belgger. You are allowed inside the town and he leads you to an inn, the Slumbering Dragon. "This is the best place in town for tall folk," Belgger claims loudly as he walks into the common room. "You should eat everything that they offer you." As he finishes a dwarven woman walks out, "Belgger Granitethew! Where have you gotten yourself off to all these tendays?" She sees all of you walk in and continues, "I see you have a stout bunch with you as well. Will it be meals? Or, meals and rooms? Stabling is behind us so go get your animals situated while I put something together for you." She turns and heads back through the door without waiting for an answer. Belgger smiles and watches her as she exits, his gaze staying on the door for a few moments. "Well!," he breaks the silence, "I must be off to the Thanehall. My cousin will be wondering where I disappeared to. Stay here. Rest. Yillow will take good care of you. She is wonderful," said with a softening voice at the end. "I will be back soon."
The stables behind the Slumbering Dragon are somewhat cramped for horses, but fit mules and donkeys well. You see two shaggy mountain rams in the stable as well. The animals are taken in to be cared for. A low fire is burning in the large hearth dominating the room. It is just right to take the chill of the mountain air off without becoming oppressively warm. There are several tables set about the main room in a fairly tight arrangement. Wooden chairs that are surprisingly comfortable sit about the tables. Yillow and another woman emerge from the kitchen area as you get settled. A large bowl of a thick stew with chunks of tender meat and root vegetables is placed in the middle of all of you. A large wooden ladle and six bowls follow. Covered flagons of ale are set about the table for you as well. Yillow pulls a small bottle of liquor from her apron and produces six small glasses. "Dwarven whiskey," she says setting the bottle between Hoid and Kragen. The glasses she sets in the center of the table. "For all who dare," she says with a wink to the tall-folk.
"Ms. Willow this is very kind of you. My friends (nodding towards Hoid and Kragen) have told me the virtues of dwarven whiskey and I'm looking forward to trying it."
Chadwick sips the whiskey, his eyes light up and a grin appears on his face.
"This ma'am, is wonderful. Thank you again!"
After she departs.
"I noticed the rams in the stables. I wonder if they are for sale? Certainly would be a stouter beast in a skirmish than a pony."
“Ahhhh, Thank you Mistress Yillow!” Fondly looking down at the cup of whiskey. “A welcome indulgence, it has been too long” slaps Hoid on the back and downs the cup! Sits back and closes his eyes, visualizing a warm hearth and familiar voices.
”A Dwarven Battle Ram would not suit you Sir Chadwick, it would eat those pretty locks of yours while you sleep!” A deep bellies laugh erupts from Kragen as he pours another whiskey and chases the laughter. Then dives into his bowl of stew!
Starker: “As my intellect is the only ghing I can contribute to this band of heroes, I must avoid this opportunity to obnubilate it with this no doubt delicious beverage. Luckily, my serving shall not go to waste, as you can plainly see!”
(Cyrus is chin deep into the whiskey in front of Starker.)
The stew served to you is the best you can remember ever eating. It is rich with delicate herb flavors that are accented by the sweet maltiness of the ale and sourdough bread. Each of these is good on its own, but when brought together are genius. Cyrus is limp weight on Starker's shoulder by the end of the meal. Chadwick discovers that his resistance to poisons does NOT extend to dwarven whiskey.
Belgger returns to find several of you in a state of disarray. Dwarven whiskey is not for the tall-folk. Or, as Cyrus has proven, the wee-folk either. "Well, I see Yillow has left her mark here," he exclaims after walking into the common room. Several others have made way to seats as well. A group of half-orcs at one table and a group of humans and half-orcs at another. Several dwarves walk in behind Belgger and take up the last table. It has become busy all of a sudden. Yillow and her team are moving about the room, laughing with the patrons. You overhear her telling a joke to the half-orcs about a pixie's bung hole that leaves the table roaring in laughter.
"My cousin would like to meet with you tomorrow," Belgger continues. "Which looks fortunate it is not today." There is a commotion at the door as two dwarves barrel into the room, "Where is he!," one of them yells. The other points to Belgger. "I see him brother!," the first follows the direction of the pointed finger and both lock eyes with Belgger before stomping across the room to him. Belgger is still as they approach and all three embrace. "Brothers," you hear Belgger's muffled voices. "I feared I would not see you again." The three look over one another and clap backs as they reunite. Belgger then turns, "These are my rescuers. Huther, Tamblo," he says identifying his brothers, "please meet Hoid, Kragen, Chadwick, Trolkarl, Gneuman and Starker. These are the valiant warriors and mage who rescued me."
Yillow, your hospitality is truely heartwarming. The stew looks and smells wonderful, just what we need after our journey with Belgger.
Winking back at Yillow and nodding at Chadwick, Trolkarl shares in dwarven Chadwick is the most daring of us tall folk. I am sure he will enjoy. This may be a bit much for what I am accustomed. The gesture is deeply appreciated.
Looking to his companions, Trolkarl raises a flagon <returning to common> To Yillow and the Slumbering Dragon, for the warmth and hospitality in this cool mountain air
Starker gathers up Cyrus Magnus, asks Yillow for a bucket Cyrus can sleep in, and heads up to his room. “Oh how I am looking forward to sleeping in a bed!” Services for Cyrus, if necessary, will be held in the morning. In lieu of flowers, please plant a mango tree somewhere pretty.”
Yillow scrunches her nose up a bit at Trolkarl's comment. To Hoid and Kragen she says, "You need to teach him his vowels better."
A good night at the Slumbering Dragon passes. Good food, good drink and a good bed are had by all. You all learn that the only worse than a drunken monkey is a hungover monkey. Cyrus is unbearable and tries to bite Trolkarl twice for who knows what reason. Breakfast is had and Belgger rejoins you to take you to the citadel and meet the Clan Lord. Your arms and armor are set to be cleaned at the inn while you are away.
You are escorted into the mountain by two of the town guards. They are gruff and well armed. The gates open into a large atrium with natural light streaming through high windows as well as Driftglobe like fixtures. There is a bazaar in progress on the ground floor. On the several additional floors up you see what look to be apartments and shops. A side tunnel takes you to a more military looking section and you are brought into a large room carved from the living stone. At the other end is a dais and a very important looking dwarf sits in a large chair there. Arranged around him are what appear to be members of court. Scribes, warriors, traders and craftsmen can be seen. You are handed off to a valet and escorted to the dais. "The rescuers of your cousin, Laird," the valet states simply. The dwarf in the chair looks up and gives each of you an evaluating stare. "Please, introduce yourselves," the valet says to you quietly.
“Well met My Lord, I am Kragen Gravelbeard, Son of Anvil and Soniata, Clan Delhalls of the Galena Mountain Dwarves in Vaasa. Disciple of Tyr.
“I am Starker of Waterdeep, where I trained at the Academy under Master Charletin. This is my first time inside a mountain. I am grateful for the experience, Laird.”
“I am Hoid. I cannot tell you more because I do not know.”
I'm Gneuman, son of Gnorman. Former merchant and current traveler.
....at your service. /bows deeply.
"My Lord (or whatever is the honorific of someone of his status) I am Chadwick LeRoy Jenkins <bows> Paladin of Tyr and member of the Knights of Holy Judgement. I hail from a small village near Everlund in the Silver Marshes. We appreciate the warm welcome we received yesterday and this audience."
"Well met, all of you. I am Harggan Granitethew, Laird of Granitestead and the Granitethew clan. Be welcome!," the dwarf introduces himself. He stands and walks down the few steps towards you. "Belgger has told me of your heroic defeat of that dragon that took him hostage. I am in debt to you for rescuing him and bringing him back home." All of the other dwarves have stopped what they are doing and you see some silent nods of approval. "There is to be a celebration tonight for his return. You are my honored guests, if you will attend?," he says. It doesn't sound like a question, but is? "Yillow has already begun preparations for tonight. I understand you have had a sample of her skills last night. It will be a feast!"
A dwarf walks up with a closed strongbox held in his hands. Harggan sees this and continues, "I have something for all of you. A token of my thanks." He opens the lid and moves down the line of you with his gifts.
"Hoid and Kragen, you have returned my family. With these you will always be recognized as a friend of Granitestead. I humbly ask that you accept them," he has a collection of stone and semi-precious beads to be woven into your beards as the sigil of the Granitethew clan.
"Starker the mage. I hope your monkey returns to good health. Please accept this pipe and enjoy it in good health." He hands you an intricately carved hardwood pipe with dwarven runes and the Granitethew crest.
"Chadwick, servant of Tyr. Please accept this tankard and drink in good stead spirits from all across Faerûn with the Granitethew clan." He hands you a beautiful, polished brass tankard set with semi-precious stones and inlaid with silver.
"Trolkarl, Belgger told me how you sent that manticore to an early, earthly grave. Your magic blazing and bring it to the ground. Please accept this ring of mithril as a symbol of the strength of your spirit." He hands you a simple ring of mithril.
"Gneuman, son of Gnorman. You have been a challenge for me to find a suitable gift. Your sensibilities are much more simple than the rest of your group, and me. I offer to you the tattoo of our clan shield forever marking you as friend of Granitethew clan."
Trolkarl steps forward with a respectful bow. Meeting the gaze of the clan lord with a compsed expression
Honorable Larid, I am Trolkarl of the Ravenshields from the lands of Cormyr. It is an honor to stand before you today. My companions and I were privieged to aid your cousin Belgger.
Gesturing towards his companions These men are the slayers of the blue dragon, Azurixtan. The beast who held Belgger prisoner. I am honored to stand with them before your today.
We are grateful for the hospitality we have recieved in Granitestead and look forward to any chance to further our friendship.
Concentrating on the proper vowels Trolkarl recalls his lessons and tries to switch to dwarven with a simple phrase of gratitude Thank you
Steps back with another slight bow
Hargann smiles at Trolkarl's words. He responds appreciatively in dwarven, "So! You know the Stonetongue. And speak it well it seems. That will be good for later tonight when the singing starts," Hargann says with a laugh. "Please forgive me, all," he says in Common once again. "I must be off for more meetings. Please enjoy your stay in Granitestead." With that the valet ushers Hargann out of the room and is followed by about half of the staff there. The others remaining continue conversations. Several approach your group to offer congratulations and thanks.
One of the valets then escorts you back to the area of the bazaar in the entry hall of the citadel. It is busy and bustling. Traders and merchants fill the stalls set up and shops built into the ground floor. A stall roasting savory meats on short sticks catches your attention as you walk by. Starker benefits from his connection with Cyrus and hurriedly pulls the limp monkey off of his shoulder for Cyrus to vomit into a nearby planter.
Accepting the stones "Laird Harggan, this humble servant of Tyr accepts this gift, is honored to be considered a friend and will proudly display the sigil of the Granitethew clan." bows his head in respect and steps back. "We look forward to sharing libations with all and tales of fortune and adventure." "Mistress Yillow has already made an impression upon this motley crew with some of the best fare we have supped on in ages!" turns his head at Yillow, smiles and bows with great respect.
Chadwick will take some time taking in the sights and trying different food and drink. Eventually he'll make his way to the smithy to inquire about getting a silvered halberd, or better yet a Lucien.