"I'll take some of the peach wine please! And can we get a couple more chairs or maybe move another table over to this one? We have a couple friends still outside that are stabling our mounts." He would ask with a smile as he looks around the room. Looking back to Jeanett, he would take off his hat and place it on his spellbook laying on the table. "Sorry, I know you probably hear a lot of things when people are taking in here.. and I didn't know if you had over heard anything about mithril. Thanks anyway! I will try to find a miner to ask." Wizbang then moves his towards his head, giving his scalp a nice scratch before trying to fix his hat hair..
"This is the only table we have," Jeanette answers gesturing out to the packed tavern. "Rooms are going quickly too. It'll be three silver for one of the two smaller rooms or a gold for the larger room which could easily fit your party if you don't mind sharing a room, " Jeanette explains. "No, I mean of course I hear plenty of conversations dearie but I'm not an authority like," sje nods.
OOC think of Jeanette having had a Welsh accent while the half-orc woman outside was more northern Europe/Slavic sounding. Beryl sounds like a local denizen, it's more a transatlantic accent.
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"OH! well.. uhh.." He would quickly open up his pack and pull out a single gold coin. he would then quickly hold it out towards Jeanette. "here! Sorry, yeah I don't want to miss out on a room..." Wizbang would add somewhat anxiously, worried that the rooms may fill up as they speak. Only after quickly passing the gold piece to the halfling would he turn to face his companions. His anxiety would increate even more as he looks from Jeanette to the group. "That is OK right? To get the one room? Or did you want two rooms? If one of you want a small room I can get one of those also..."
After stabling the animals, Umkhonzi will join the rest of the party in the tavern, weaving his way through the crowd toward their table.
If Beryl is in the room, he'll attempt something that starts out as a polite nod and smile, but as their previous interaction replays in his mind and he ponders the myriad ways it could have gone differently, the resulting outward gesture more closely resembles a mild seizure.
Tine, with her innate charm and genuine enthusiasm for music, approached the bards currently performing at the Hanged Man, her eyes alight with the prospect of collaboration. She observed their individual performances, appreciating the unique talents each of them brought to the stage. As the final notes of a particularly moving ballad drifted through the air, Tine seized the opportune moment to make her proposition.
With a warm smile, she stepped forward, her lute slung across her back, ready to join their musical fellowship. "Greetings, fellow bards," she began, her voice carrying the melodic cadence that often drew people in. "Your performances are truly captivating, and it's evident that the patrons of the Hanged Man appreciate the talent you bring to this establishment."
She paused, allowing her words to sink in before continuing, "I couldn't help but notice the magic that happens when multiple instruments and voices blend together on stage. Imagine the wonders we could create if we joined forces! More instruments mean richer melodies, and more voices mean harmonies that can move even the coldest hearts. Together, we could not only enhance the experience for the patrons but also bring in more coin and fame to this fine establishment."
Tine's eyes sparkled with excitement as she shared her vision. "We could alternate performances, showcasing our individual talents while also coming together for grand, collaborative pieces. The variety would keep our audience engaged and eager for more. Plus, the camaraderie among us bards would create a vibrant energy that is sure to draw more visitors, seeking the allure of our harmonious melodies."
She extended a friendly hand toward her fellow bards, her tone inviting. "What do you say, my friends? Shall we weave our talents into a tapestry of music and merriment, not only for our own sake but for the delight of everyone who steps foot into the Hanged Man?" Tine's proposal hung in the air, the anticipation of a harmonious collaboration echoing through the tavern like an enchanting tune, waiting to be embraced by those willing to join in the melody.
Umkhonzi sees Beryl speaking animatedly to her companions as well as serveal other male miners they have joined. The blonde with the mohawk is holding the dwarven woman by the waist as she sits while Beryl makes eye contact with Umkhonzi as he passes by but doesn't seem to seek him out again now surrounded by her friends. Umkhonzi then joins the party with Brim not far behind. Jeanette then reappears and gets their orders too placing stew and a wine glass in front of Wizbang with a wink. The halfling then hurries off to get Umkhonzi and Brim's order.
OOC what you'd like stew or porridge as well as drink will he delivered!
At the stage...
"Yes, of course join us, " the silver dragonborn violinist says brightly in a female tone of voice as the dulcimer playing dark elven man only nods at Tine but doesn't speak.
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Tine's face lit up with gratitude as she nodded appreciatively at the silver dragonborn violinist and the silent, dark elven dulcimer player. Their willingness to welcome her into their musical fold warmed her heart, affirming the sense of camaraderie she had hoped to foster.
"Thank you both," Tine said, her voice filled with genuine appreciation. With a graceful movement, she unslung her lute and settled it comfortably against her body, her fingers instinctively finding the strings as she begins to project her voice aiming to melodically weave a story within the tapestry of their sound. Her lute of illusions adding to the song and music by producing images to help depict the story for those looking at them.
Brim warms his hands by blowing in them as he walks in and joins the group, finally relieved he's inside and getting warm. He drops his scarf down a little so he can breathe a touch better. He takes the final open chair, reminding himself to give it up if someone approaches, and smiles at Jeannette when she takes his order. "Ill have the stew please." He turns to Wizbang, "George says hello. and thank you for securing a room. I don't mind bunking up for now, especially since we are passing through, but we may want to offer Tine the options when she is done singing."
To the group. "We had an... informative, meeting with a local here. Correct me if i'm wrong, but I think her friends have the look of miners."He nods over in Beryl's direction. "Perhaps if Tine wins us enough favor, we could ask them what they may know of Vermillion?"
Wizbang would nearly stand up in his seat when the food arrived, leaning forward to take a deep sniff of the steaming stew. "Thank you Jeanette! This looks great!" He would exclaim before reaching into his cloak and pulling out a single silver piece. "Here! Take this! I know it is really busy in here and I appreciate you taking care of us! We've been traveling and so I'm sure we will want plenty of food and drinks to warm us up!" The goblin would say before taking a big long sip from his drink. When she gave him a wink his cheeks would instantly feel much warmer. "This drink must be pretty strong.." He would mumble quietly to himself. The sweet liquid warmed his body as it made its way down into his belly. A wide smile would spread across his face. Seeing Brim and Umkhonzi enter the tavern, he would quickly extend his wand and send sparks up into the air to get their attention. "Thanks for taking care of George! I admit... I got a little excited and forgot about leaving him out in the cold for a bit. I hope you gave him a few scratches behind his ears when you put him away." The goblin would say as he locked eyes with Grim. "I sincerely appreciate it."
When Tine took the stage, the goblin would quickly put down his drink and begin to clap. he would then pull out his want and mutter a few words as he dimmed the lights with a little bit of Thaumaturgy At various points during the song he would cause the lights around the stage to change color in-between spoonful's of stew and sips from his cup. He had listened to Tine many evenings at Candlekeep and knew she didn't need his help but he figured it wouldn't hurt to increase her chances of making a great first impression!
When Brim mentioned the room situation and the group of miners, the goblin would nod rapidly in agreement. His quick head movement nearly sent his hat falling into his stew before he reached up and secured it in his hand. "If Tine wants her own room, I will get it for her. I hope she doesn't get mad at me.." His smile would turn to a look of concern for a moment before his thoughts changed to focus on the miners. "Great idea! Jeanette said that the miners might know about where to find Mithril and Mithril mines... If you know of any that seem friendly, that could be really helpful! We can use all the information we can get!" Wizbang would then continue to eat, drink, and manipulate the lighting in the room to help accentuate the performance.
"Ah, yes," Umkhonzi mutters, barely heard above the music and crowd, "the genasi seemed friendly. Beryl, I think her name was." He orders a stew, glances at her briefly, and then refocuses on the stage.
As Umkhonzi glances over at Beryl but he makes eye contact with a male Goliath miner who leans into his line of sight! The baldheaded, gray skinned, tattooed half gaint stares back at Umkhonzi with black pupiless eyes. He's wearing warm furs and the grimace on his face telegraphs his anger sparked by the half-orc attention on his companion.
Tine's face lit up with gratitude as she nodded appreciatively at the silver dragonborn violinist and the silent, dark elven dulcimer player. Their willingness to welcome her into their musical fold warmed her heart, affirming the sense of camaraderie she had hoped to foster.
"Thank you both," Tine said, her voice filled with genuine appreciation. With a graceful movement, she unslung her lute and settled it comfortably against her body, her fingers instinctively finding the strings as she begins to project her voice aiming to melodically weave a story within the tapestry of their sound. Her lute of illusions adding to the song and music by producing images to help depict the story for those looking at them.
The crowd seems split. There are half continuing to listen while the others continue with their conversations. The party seated can see several different tables of miners and local folks to strike up a conversation with about mithril and mining in general!
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Brim looks on to Tine's song with warm enjoyment, welcoming the wonderful music and its melodies. It reminds him of home, of how he would visit the local taverns and sit in the rafters to watch the performers, often by himself. He almost doesn't spot Umkhonzi looking back to the stage, but notices just in time to see the Goliath that turned his gaze. Maybe a better route he thinks. He scans the room for a friendly group. He calls over Jeanette and orders a round of drinks for the a table of miners he spots near the bar. "You can tell them its from us." he adds. Turning to the group. "Maybe we'll have better luck if they have a few more drinks in them," he punctuates with a wink.
"Yes, certainly, " Jeanette answers Brim holding out her small halfling hand for coin.
When she's given it (1 gold) she will head to the bar and get a round of drinks for the rowdy table of miners. There's seven in total. Four he saw on the street, the huge Goliath, and a stout figure visibly fiddling with a small coin. The miners receives the drinks and all look at the party's table. Beryl waves with a soft expression before her companions nudging her to get up finally get her out of her seat to approach the party but she doesn't come alone. The Goliath man, whom the group of miners visibly chide, still follows Beryl to the party's table.
"Hello!" Beryl calls out over the music holding up the tankard of ale Brim paid for the Goliath stands quietly brooding behind her. "Jeanny said you had a job," she asks her eyes moving over the party but resting longest on Umkhonzi before looking at Brim.
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Umkhonzi will smile briefly when she looks at him, but wait for others to take the lead.
EDIT: He'll keep his expression even, and his eyes on her the whole time. She is, after all, the person with whom the party is conversing, and due to the overbearing Goliath, the blood he gets from his mother's heritage is starting, ever so slightly, to boil.
When the earth Genasi approaches the table with the hulking goliath following close behind, Wizbang would lower his wand and finish his drink. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand he would quickly scoop up his spell book and slide out of the chair. "OH hello!" The small goblin would exclaim as he landed on the ground and quickly pushed out his seat. "You must be Beryl! My friend here said you seemed nice! My name is Wizbang!"(Post #92) Wizbang would motion towards Umkhonzi with one hand while extended his other hand to shake hers. "here! take my seat! It is a bit cramped at the table and I've already finished my drink! I don't think there is room for you both to sit down..." The goblin was seemingly oblivious to any anger coming from the goliath as he motioned for her to sit in the seat between Umkhonzi and Brim. His smiling face turned from the Genasi towards the large imposing figure, his neck craning upwards to take in the entire figure of the large man. "We are here looking for the city of Vermeillon! No one seems to know much about the place... but I know there used to be a mithril mine there! We were hoping maybe you or some of your friends might know where to find it? Or maybe help us to eliminate any of the known mithril deposits in the area that are definitelly NOT Vermeillon?" The goblin would continue as he pulled out a piece of paper. he would then flick his wrist to summon his magical quill with the long flowing feather fluttering behind it.
Brim stands to greet Beryl and her companion with a courteous bow when they approach the table. A smile perks up on his face as Wizbang takes the first welcome. He then pats a calm hand on Umkhonzi's shoulder. "Yes, hello again!" Leaning a little closer to be heard better. "Thank you for coming by. And thank you for pointing us to the stables, you and your friends are very kind to help strangers like you did. My friend here is correct. We are new here in town so any help or advice you're able to give would be greatly appreciated."
"Hello," Beryl replies shaking Wizbang's offered hand but her hand covers his completely. When he offers her a seat Beryl shakes her head and remains standing with her tall companion flanking her. "Oh, ah I've never heard of Vermeillon which is odd," she replies with furrowed eyebrows then turns to glance at the Goliath man. He says nothing. "I say odd considering we grew up on the mountain, me and my big brother here," she says gesturing behind her at the Goliath. The standing a head and shoulders taller than her fairly tall frame. "Our tribe was destroyed by the dragon at Sheertop but he's long since been slain," she adds. At the mention of brother however she pointedly returns Umkhonzi steady gaze. She gives him a soft smile then returns her attention to Wizbang but before she can continue the Goliath interrupts.
"You...well most of you don't look like miners," the Goliath begins. "Why the interest in mithril deposits or a mystery town," he asks his expression remains hard and brooding.
On stage...
The musicians playing with Tine finish their set and concede the stage to her entirely.
"Pleasure," the silver dragonborn violinist says smiling as the dark elf only nods with a soft expression. "Why travel her though my dear? Seems a rough place for such a talented woman, " the female dragonborn adds smiling.
"I'll take some of the peach wine please! And can we get a couple more chairs or maybe move another table over to this one? We have a couple friends still outside that are stabling our mounts." He would ask with a smile as he looks around the room. Looking back to Jeanett, he would take off his hat and place it on his spellbook laying on the table. "Sorry, I know you probably hear a lot of things when people are taking in here.. and I didn't know if you had over heard anything about mithril. Thanks anyway! I will try to find a miner to ask." Wizbang then moves his towards his head, giving his scalp a nice scratch before trying to fix his hat hair..
"This is the only table we have," Jeanette answers gesturing out to the packed tavern. "Rooms are going quickly too. It'll be three silver for one of the two smaller rooms or a gold for the larger room which could easily fit your party if you don't mind sharing a room, " Jeanette explains. "No, I mean of course I hear plenty of conversations dearie but I'm not an authority like," sje nods.
OOC think of Jeanette having had a Welsh accent while the half-orc woman outside was more northern Europe/Slavic sounding. Beryl sounds like a local denizen, it's more a transatlantic accent.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
"OH! well.. uhh.." He would quickly open up his pack and pull out a single gold coin. he would then quickly hold it out towards Jeanette. "here! Sorry, yeah I don't want to miss out on a room..." Wizbang would add somewhat anxiously, worried that the rooms may fill up as they speak. Only after quickly passing the gold piece to the halfling would he turn to face his companions. His anxiety would increate even more as he looks from Jeanette to the group. "That is OK right? To get the one room? Or did you want two rooms? If one of you want a small room I can get one of those also..."
After stabling the animals, Umkhonzi will join the rest of the party in the tavern, weaving his way through the crowd toward their table.
If Beryl is in the room, he'll attempt something that starts out as a polite nod and smile, but as their previous interaction replays in his mind and he ponders the myriad ways it could have gone differently, the resulting outward gesture more closely resembles a mild seizure.
With a sigh, he takes a seat next to Wizbang.
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Wildemount: The Felderwin Irregulars (2020) - Balassar Silverstone - Dragonborn Fighter (Rune Knight) Lv. 5 | Rise of TIamat - Aiwin Aralana - Wood Elf Fighter/Ranger (Arcane Archer/Gloom Stalker) Lv. 9
Umkhonzi sees Beryl speaking animatedly to her companions as well as serveal other male miners they have joined. The blonde with the mohawk is holding the dwarven woman by the waist as she sits while Beryl makes eye contact with Umkhonzi as he passes by but doesn't seem to seek him out again now surrounded by her friends. Umkhonzi then joins the party with Brim not far behind. Jeanette then reappears and gets their orders too placing stew and a wine glass in front of Wizbang with a wink. The halfling then hurries off to get Umkhonzi and Brim's order.
OOC what you'd like stew or porridge as well as drink will he delivered!
At the stage...
"Yes, of course join us, " the silver dragonborn violinist says brightly in a female tone of voice as the dulcimer playing dark elven man only nods at Tine but doesn't speak.
Is Tine's lute ready? Give me a performance check!
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Tine's face lit up with gratitude as she nodded appreciatively at the silver dragonborn violinist and the silent, dark elven dulcimer player. Their willingness to welcome her into their musical fold warmed her heart, affirming the sense of camaraderie she had hoped to foster.
"Thank you both," Tine said, her voice filled with genuine appreciation. With a graceful movement, she unslung her lute and settled it comfortably against her body, her fingers instinctively finding the strings as she begins to project her voice aiming to melodically weave a story within the tapestry of their sound. Her lute of illusions adding to the song and music by producing images to help depict the story for those looking at them.
OOC:
Performance check: 12
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Wildemount: The Felderwin Irregulars (2020) - Balassar Silverstone - Dragonborn Fighter (Rune Knight) Lv. 5 | Rise of TIamat - Aiwin Aralana - Wood Elf Fighter/Ranger (Arcane Archer/Gloom Stalker) Lv. 9
Brim warms his hands by blowing in them as he walks in and joins the group, finally relieved he's inside and getting warm. He drops his scarf down a little so he can breathe a touch better. He takes the final open chair, reminding himself to give it up if someone approaches, and smiles at Jeannette when she takes his order. "Ill have the stew please." He turns to Wizbang, "George says hello. and thank you for securing a room. I don't mind bunking up for now, especially since we are passing through, but we may want to offer Tine the options when she is done singing."
To the group. "We had an... informative, meeting with a local here. Correct me if i'm wrong, but I think her friends have the look of miners." He nods over in Beryl's direction. "Perhaps if Tine wins us enough favor, we could ask them what they may know of Vermillion?"
Wizbang would nearly stand up in his seat when the food arrived, leaning forward to take a deep sniff of the steaming stew. "Thank you Jeanette! This looks great!" He would exclaim before reaching into his cloak and pulling out a single silver piece. "Here! Take this! I know it is really busy in here and I appreciate you taking care of us! We've been traveling and so I'm sure we will want plenty of food and drinks to warm us up!" The goblin would say before taking a big long sip from his drink. When she gave him a wink his cheeks would instantly feel much warmer. "This drink must be pretty strong.." He would mumble quietly to himself. The sweet liquid warmed his body as it made its way down into his belly. A wide smile would spread across his face. Seeing Brim and Umkhonzi enter the tavern, he would quickly extend his wand and send sparks up into the air to get their attention. "Thanks for taking care of George! I admit... I got a little excited and forgot about leaving him out in the cold for a bit. I hope you gave him a few scratches behind his ears when you put him away." The goblin would say as he locked eyes with Grim. "I sincerely appreciate it."
When Tine took the stage, the goblin would quickly put down his drink and begin to clap. he would then pull out his want and mutter a few words as he dimmed the lights with a little bit of Thaumaturgy At various points during the song he would cause the lights around the stage to change color in-between spoonful's of stew and sips from his cup. He had listened to Tine many evenings at Candlekeep and knew she didn't need his help but he figured it wouldn't hurt to increase her chances of making a great first impression!
When Brim mentioned the room situation and the group of miners, the goblin would nod rapidly in agreement. His quick head movement nearly sent his hat falling into his stew before he reached up and secured it in his hand. "If Tine wants her own room, I will get it for her. I hope she doesn't get mad at me.." His smile would turn to a look of concern for a moment before his thoughts changed to focus on the miners. "Great idea! Jeanette said that the miners might know about where to find Mithril and Mithril mines... If you know of any that seem friendly, that could be really helpful! We can use all the information we can get!" Wizbang would then continue to eat, drink, and manipulate the lighting in the room to help accentuate the performance.
"Ah, yes," Umkhonzi mutters, barely heard above the music and crowd, "the genasi seemed friendly. Beryl, I think her name was." He orders a stew, glances at her briefly, and then refocuses on the stage.
As Umkhonzi glances over at Beryl but he makes eye contact with a male Goliath miner who leans into his line of sight! The baldheaded, gray skinned, tattooed half gaint stares back at Umkhonzi with black pupiless eyes. He's wearing warm furs and the grimace on his face telegraphs his anger sparked by the half-orc attention on his companion.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Umkhonzi ignores the goliath's stare, for now, and focuses on the music.
OOC what are the images produced?
The crowd seems split. There are half continuing to listen while the others continue with their conversations. The party seated can see several different tables of miners and local folks to strike up a conversation with about mithril and mining in general!
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Brim looks on to Tine's song with warm enjoyment, welcoming the wonderful music and its melodies. It reminds him of home, of how he would visit the local taverns and sit in the rafters to watch the performers, often by himself. He almost doesn't spot Umkhonzi looking back to the stage, but notices just in time to see the Goliath that turned his gaze. Maybe a better route he thinks. He scans the room for a friendly group. He calls over Jeanette and orders a round of drinks for the a table of miners he spots near the bar. "You can tell them its from us." he adds. Turning to the group. "Maybe we'll have better luck if they have a few more drinks in them," he punctuates with a wink.
"Yes, certainly, " Jeanette answers Brim holding out her small halfling hand for coin.
When she's given it (1 gold) she will head to the bar and get a round of drinks for the rowdy table of miners. There's seven in total. Four he saw on the street, the huge Goliath, and a stout figure visibly fiddling with a small coin. The miners receives the drinks and all look at the party's table. Beryl waves with a soft expression before her companions nudging her to get up finally get her out of her seat to approach the party but she doesn't come alone. The Goliath man, whom the group of miners visibly chide, still follows Beryl to the party's table.
"Hello!" Beryl calls out over the music holding up the tankard of ale Brim paid for the Goliath stands quietly brooding behind her. "Jeanny said you had a job," she asks her eyes moving over the party but resting longest on Umkhonzi before looking at Brim.
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Umkhonzi will smile briefly when she looks at him, but wait for others to take the lead.
EDIT: He'll keep his expression even, and his eyes on her the whole time. She is, after all, the person with whom the party is conversing, and due to the overbearing Goliath, the blood he gets from his mother's heritage is starting, ever so slightly, to boil.
When the earth Genasi approaches the table with the hulking goliath following close behind, Wizbang would lower his wand and finish his drink. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand he would quickly scoop up his spell book and slide out of the chair. "OH hello!" The small goblin would exclaim as he landed on the ground and quickly pushed out his seat. "You must be Beryl! My friend here said you seemed nice! My name is Wizbang!" (Post #92) Wizbang would motion towards Umkhonzi with one hand while extended his other hand to shake hers. "here! take my seat! It is a bit cramped at the table and I've already finished my drink! I don't think there is room for you both to sit down..." The goblin was seemingly oblivious to any anger coming from the goliath as he motioned for her to sit in the seat between Umkhonzi and Brim. His smiling face turned from the Genasi towards the large imposing figure, his neck craning upwards to take in the entire figure of the large man. "We are here looking for the city of Vermeillon! No one seems to know much about the place... but I know there used to be a mithril mine there! We were hoping maybe you or some of your friends might know where to find it? Or maybe help us to eliminate any of the known mithril deposits in the area that are definitelly NOT Vermeillon?" The goblin would continue as he pulled out a piece of paper. he would then flick his wrist to summon his magical quill with the long flowing feather fluttering behind it.
Brim stands to greet Beryl and her companion with a courteous bow when they approach the table. A smile perks up on his face as Wizbang takes the first welcome. He then pats a calm hand on Umkhonzi's shoulder. "Yes, hello again!" Leaning a little closer to be heard better. "Thank you for coming by. And thank you for pointing us to the stables, you and your friends are very kind to help strangers like you did. My friend here is correct. We are new here in town so any help or advice you're able to give would be greatly appreciated."
"Hello," Beryl replies shaking Wizbang's offered hand but her hand covers his completely. When he offers her a seat Beryl shakes her head and remains standing with her tall companion flanking her. "Oh, ah I've never heard of Vermeillon which is odd," she replies with furrowed eyebrows then turns to glance at the Goliath man. He says nothing. "I say odd considering we grew up on the mountain, me and my big brother here," she says gesturing behind her at the Goliath. The standing a head and shoulders taller than her fairly tall frame. "Our tribe was destroyed by the dragon at Sheertop but he's long since been slain," she adds. At the mention of brother however she pointedly returns Umkhonzi steady gaze. She gives him a soft smile then returns her attention to Wizbang but before she can continue the Goliath interrupts.
"You...well most of you don't look like miners," the Goliath begins. "Why the interest in mithril deposits or a mystery town," he asks his expression remains hard and brooding.
On stage...
The musicians playing with Tine finish their set and concede the stage to her entirely.
"Pleasure," the silver dragonborn violinist says smiling as the dark elf only nods with a soft expression. "Why travel her though my dear? Seems a rough place for such a talented woman, " the female dragonborn adds smiling.
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