Wizbang continues to try to get Tine's attention when her song comes to an end. "That song sounded awesome Tine! do you think it helped when I was playing with the lights earlier to set the mood? We found a couple miners that will help us through the mountains! Isn't that great! Did you want to come meet them?" he would ask with a smile, oblivious to anyone paying attention to him, his companions, or simply listening in on his conversation.
Tine's keen eyes flitted over the rowdy table where Beryl and Jasper's companions were engrossed in discussion. Their varied expressions painted a vivid picture, and Tine couldn't help but be intrigued by the spectrum of emotions displayed—placid, curious, and, most notably, covetous.
The animated gestures and exchanged glances hinted at an undercurrent of anticipation, leaving Tine to wonder about the nature of their conversation. Her fingers continued to play the lute, the music serving as the backdrop to the enigmatic tableau unfolding before her.
With a subtle nod to the rhythm of the song, Tine found herself caught between the desire to unravel the mystery and the commitment to her musical performance. As the melody soared, she couldn't help but hope that the lively tunes would drown out any potential whispers that might reveal the secrets shared among Beryl, Jasper, and their intriguing companions. The atmosphere in the tavern buzzed with both the enchantment of music and the silent intrigue of clandestine conversations, leaving Tine to navigate the delicate balance between observer and performer.
As her song wrapped up she would smile taking a bow and then proceed to where her friends found themselves. She just smiles finding a nearby waitress and ordering a rose wine, if they have it. As Wizbang begins to talk she smiles "Sounds wonderful, I can't wait to meet them. As for playing with the lights, as long as it works with the mood I don't think it hurts the performance. I appreciate your help Wizbang."
Brim slightly cocks his head to the side as he lowers his drink down. "Say, don't all look at once, but I recognize that person over there speaking with Horonomus now. They were in a bit of a hurry running through the plaza as we arrived, escaping the cold I presumed." Brim gestures toward the group. "Before I take my leave, would you happen to know who that person is?"He asks to Beryl and her brother. He pulls up his scarf and tucks in his chair, anxious energy in wanting to leave and meet the famed dragon slayers.
Wizbang would smile wide at Tine, feeling good about his help with her song earlier. "OH, by the way... I paid for us all to share a room, I hope that is OK! If it isn't I'll pay for a different room for you to have some privacy. I kind of made a quick decision because I didn't want the inn to fill up and us to not get a place to stay.." The goblin would ramble on as they made their way back to the group.
"I mean it's cold bit on the mountain, " Jasper finally cracks an honest smile, "if you don't know where to go you'll freeze to death if the beasts don't get you first, " he explains chuckling as he nudges Beryl.
The earth genasi sighs rolling her eyes.
"Weathers better since they slayed Snowbane but it can be quite cols sometimes, " Beryl interjects pushing her brother back. "He's just trying to tease me. I....I wondered off a lot as child, " she quantifies.
"Only as a child," Jasper quickly quips back.
"Another round everyone, " Jeanette interrupts returning with Tine's rose wine giving the bard a wink. "On me dearie. Lovely music, " she adds lingering for other orders.
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"I'll take another peach wine!" Wizbang would reply with a smile. His face and hands were already warm and tingling after the first glass, but the goblin rarely found drinks that were sweet enough for his tastes. The goblin was blissfully unaware of any potential threats while he enjoyed the drinks and atmosphere.
OCC: Would my awakened spellbook get a perception check?
After no one else speaks out Jeanette returns to the bar one can assume. From the vantage point of the party she disappears within the crowded tavern her halfling frame however easily darting through patrons. It's some time before she reappears leading Horonomus to the party behind her.
The elderly half-elf with dark, velvet looking skin seems jovial. He carries a dusty corked bottle and invites the party to join him for a drink! Leading the party away from their cramped table around the corner where sure as the Dawn Father's light hangs the taxidermied head of a white dragon! Fangs bared it's in a state of utter fury! Jeanette quickly abandons the party the halfling seemingly terrified of what Horonomus seems to think is nothing but a trophy adoring his business. The Marblehorns hang back allowing the party an audience alone with the famed adventurer!
"Greetings. I am Horonomus Tillney. My wife Morwyn is at the bar I'm sure you saw her. Most beautiful woman in Nashkel or on the mountain, " he adds beaming. "So, to the point. It's been brought to my attention that you're searching for Vermeillon," he adds pouring out glasses of liquor from the corked bottle.
He pours one for himself and downs it. He then pours himself another but this one he savors swirling the inky liquid in the green tinted glass thoughtfully before downing it too.
"How can I help, " Horonomus asks his cheeks a little rosier than before!
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Wizbang would follow the group, clutching his spellbook tightly in his arms. When they make their way to the back room, he would stand in awe at the size of the dragon head. "Wow! that... that thing is really scary!" The goblin would exclaim, making sure not to approach too close to the head. "It is much larger than I would have thought... I read about dragons in books but this is the first one I have seen in person." He would add... leaning a bit closer to get a better look but not actually moving towards the head. "My name is Wizbang Wonderwand. It is nice to meet you!" he would skirt around the dragon head the best he could before extending a hand for a handshake. "You're an adventurer? My dad was an adventurer too! His name was Cedrick, but most people knew him as Cedrick the Sensational!" The small goblin would beam. "I'm not an adventurer though... i'm not nearly brave or powerful enough for that. I'm more of a researcher.... We were sent from Candlekeep to try to find out what happened to the town of Vermeillon. We were also asked to find any clues about Saxon Cuthbert's fate as well. He was a well known bard... They even have his portrait hanging up at Strixhaven! I guess we are trying to solve two mysteries really... What happened to the town and what happened to Saxon." Wizbang would add... before looking around for Jeanette, waiting for her to return with his second glass of peach wine.
Brim is surprised when he looks over and misses the hidden figure. He keeps searching for them, missing Beryl's entire exchange in his confusion. Brim's dismay is averted, however, when Horonomus starts walking over to the group. His eyes slowly grow wider and wider as he approaches, shaking it off when Horonomus arrives. When they finally land in his corner, Brim can't believe his eyes. In fact, he does not take them off the dragon until Wizbang finishes his entire exchange. He finally turns and adds, "Well for one, how did you track it? and who attacked first? did you lure it out, or weaken it? what are its defenses like? and its lair?" He suddenly stops, realizing he's stammering on, and reasserts himself in a more polite manner. "Yes I'm sorry. My name is Brim, big fan." He thinks about asking him about the stranger, but waits a moment to allow him time to answer Wizbang first.
As Jeanette darted through the crowded tavern, Tine couldn't help but admire the halfling's nimble agility. The anticipation in the air grew as she led Horonomus Tillney to the party, his jovial demeanor immediately apparent. The dark-skinned half-elf carried a dusty, corked bottle, exuding an air of seasoned adventure.
As the party followed Horonomus around the corner, Tine's eyes widened in awe at the imposing taxidermied head of a white dragon. Fangs bared, frozen in a state of fury, it was a sight to behold. Jeanette quickly retreated, leaving the party alone with the famed adventurer and the intimidating trophy.
Wizbang's excitement and curiosity about the dragon head filled the room, his goblin enthusiasm contagious. Tine's fingers began to idly pluck at the strings of her lute, providing a subtle musical backdrop to the unfolding conversation.
Horonomus, cheeks a bit rosier from the drink, introduced himself with pride, praising his wife Morwyn and offering his assistance. Wizbang, in his exuberant manner, shared his background and the purpose of their quest, including the mysteries of Vermeillon and the fate of Saxon Cuthbert.
Brim, caught in a mix of surprise and admiration, couldn't contain his barrage of questions about the dragon. Tine observed the exchange with amusement, her eyes gleaming with a shared fascination for the mysteries that surrounded them.
With a smile, Tine interjected, "I'm Tine, the minstrel of this merry band. Your dragon tale certainly adds a touch of grandeur to our quest. How did you indeed track such a magnificent creature, and what can you share about your encounter with it?" Her lute continued to hum softly, weaving a musical thread through the tapestry of questions and stories.
"No, no haven't heard of Cedric or...the other man. Saxon you said? Me and the misses haven't been adventuring in twenty years so...anything outside this town and its...uh diamond's in the rough locals or travelers have brought us news," Horonomus says to Wizbang. Then looking at Brim and smirking at his eager barrage of questions he nods towards the empty table that would easily fit 8 people comfortably for the party to sit. There's a gold placard over the table beneath Snowbane that reads, reserved.
Horonomus weaves a tale next of a lowly but industrious band of adventurers he and his lady wife joined in their youth. They hailed from Luskan and not a single one among them didn't come from simple trades folk. Horonomus seems particularly emphatic about that fact. Years later the were hired to fight goblin hoards pouring down the mountain and quickly realized it was a dragon problem not a goblin one. They however didn't discover the beast's lair and fought it in the now decimated village of Toma where most of the Goliath and gensai refugees came from in Nashkel. He speaks with passion but doesn't give a lot of details. He seems content with the shorten tale of his long-ago triumph and settles into his seat at the head of the table pouring another glass for himself and topping off anyone's glass seated nearby.
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When Horonomus mentions that he doesn't know Cedric or Saxon, the goblin would frown a bit as he tried to determine whether or not he was being lied to...
Umkhonzi will listen to the story, but won't partake. He's content with the tea he got with their meal earlier, since he holds himself responsible for the party's safety.
Tine listened with rapt attention as Horonomus Tillney recounted his adventurous past, his words resonating with the passion of a seasoned storyteller. As the tales of dragon encounters and goblin hoards unfolded, Tine marveled at the tapestry of experiences woven into the adventurer's youth.
The reserved table beneath Snowbane became their makeshift storytelling circle, and Tine gracefully guided her lute into a soft melody, allowing the music to dance around the tales being shared. Her violet eyes sparkled with appreciation for the camaraderie in the room, a connection formed through shared stories and a shared quest.
As Horonomus settled into his seat at the head of the table, Tine couldn't help but feel a kinship with the aged adventurer. She raised her glass, a glint of gratitude in her eyes, and spoke in a tone that blended admiration and camaraderie, "To tales of triumph and the enduring spirit of adventure. May our quests uncover stories as rich as the ones you've shared, Horonomus." she says taking a drink of whatever is in his dusty bottle.
With a nod to her fellow companions, Tine reveled in the warmth of the moment, the tavern's ambient noise merging with their voices and the soft strains of her lute. The reserved table became a hub of shared tales and mutual respect, a place where the past and present coalesced in the pursuit of answers and adventure.
Brim listens intently to Horonomus' recounting of his adventures. He is so hyper-focused he takes a seat and picks up a glass and drinks from it without even knowing he did. He lets the story wash over him as the warmth of his drink comes up. Brim is not much of a drinker so when he starts to feel the affects of the nights drinks, he pushes his glass away and doesn't have much more.
He has heard stories of other dragonslayers from his hometown, he's even met one or two in his many years, but he has never been awarded the chance to sit and speak with one. Now that the excitement has calmed in him, he can think a bit more clearly. "Its an honor, sir, to sit here tonight with you. I salute you and your bravery. And thank you for your hospitality. A true hero." He tips his glass up to Horonomus. "Have you heard word from Candlekeep about our arrival?" He points out the reserved placards. "I spotted the hooded fellow you were speaking with running through the courtyard earlier tonight, a messenger perhaps?"
"I don't think it was bravery but necessity that drove us back then. People were dying and the mountain wasn't safe. Seemed like the thing to do," Horonomus shrugs off the praise. "Oh, well no, no word was sent on ahead from Candlekeep. Lot of librarians looking for this town your after then? Curiously enough you don't seem to me like a bunch of librarians," he adds smirking. "I won't tell mouse you noticed her. She's fairly particular about not being seen but my people tend to notice the finer folks moving through, " Horonomus answers Brim. "We like to know who's passing through regardless of the city watch and law bearers here. It tends to be a closed community to those intent on trouble making, " he explains getting up from his chair. "Well, I best see the last of the lingering patrons, " he says waiting for any other question.
Jeanette appears with Wizbang's peach wine and takes away the cups Horonomus gave out his special vintage. He's holding the bottle with an easy smile as Jeanette leaves the party to their new space at the reserved table beneath the toothy maw of Snowbane!
OOC any more business or can we wrap up the day?
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Umkhonzi is good with wrapping up the day. He's stabled the horses, met a girl, almost gotten into a fight, and listened to good music and good stories.
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Wizbang would look over Horonomus as he takes his peach wine from jeanette. "Thank you jeanette! You have been very helpful! I know you must be really busy!" He would say before digging out another silver coin as a tip.
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After listening to Hornomus's words, the goblin would sip his drink and allow the warmth in his stomach to spread through his small body. As his spellbook rested on the table, the thin bookmark would slither out from the pages and gently touch one of the sharp dragonteeth looming above. The book would then flip open, causing the goblin to look its way. As he does, scrolling text appears on the pages within. "I don't think it is safe to sit under this dragon mouth.. it seems dangerous." the text would read. The slightly tipsy goblin would look to the book and then back up towards the dragon mouth. "I'm sure it's fine Tome! but you know better than me..." Wizbang would reply as he scooped up the book and moved back away from the head once more. "I should probably get ready for bed anyway.... I'll have trouble memorizing my spells for tomorrow if I keep drinking." He would add before saying goodnight and making his way to bed.
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Wizbang continues to try to get Tine's attention when her song comes to an end. "That song sounded awesome Tine! do you think it helped when I was playing with the lights earlier to set the mood? We found a couple miners that will help us through the mountains! Isn't that great! Did you want to come meet them?" he would ask with a smile, oblivious to anyone paying attention to him, his companions, or simply listening in on his conversation.
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Brim slightly cocks his head to the side as he lowers his drink down. "Say, don't all look at once, but I recognize that person over there speaking with Horonomus now. They were in a bit of a hurry running through the plaza as we arrived, escaping the cold I presumed." Brim gestures toward the group. "Before I take my leave, would you happen to know who that person is?" He asks to Beryl and her brother. He pulls up his scarf and tucks in his chair, anxious energy in wanting to leave and meet the famed dragon slayers.
Wizbang would smile wide at Tine, feeling good about his help with her song earlier. "OH, by the way... I paid for us all to share a room, I hope that is OK! If it isn't I'll pay for a different room for you to have some privacy. I kind of made a quick decision because I didn't want the inn to fill up and us to not get a place to stay.." The goblin would ramble on as they made their way back to the group.
"Who," Beryl asks looking to the bar.
When Brim looks the hooded figure has vanished!
"I mean it's cold bit on the mountain, " Jasper finally cracks an honest smile, "if you don't know where to go you'll freeze to death if the beasts don't get you first, " he explains chuckling as he nudges Beryl.
The earth genasi sighs rolling her eyes.
"Weathers better since they slayed Snowbane but it can be quite cols sometimes, " Beryl interjects pushing her brother back. "He's just trying to tease me. I....I wondered off a lot as child, " she quantifies.
"Only as a child," Jasper quickly quips back.
"Another round everyone, " Jeanette interrupts returning with Tine's rose wine giving the bard a wink. "On me dearie. Lovely music, " she adds lingering for other orders.
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"I'll take another peach wine!" Wizbang would reply with a smile. His face and hands were already warm and tingling after the first glass, but the goblin rarely found drinks that were sweet enough for his tastes. The goblin was blissfully unaware of any potential threats while he enjoyed the drinks and atmosphere.
OCC: Would my awakened spellbook get a perception check?
OOC the Awakened Spellbook is not a familiar so no bit I'll add if you can fond me a stat block that says otherwise we can discuss it
"Yes, of course dearie, " Jeanette replies to Wizbang. "Anything else, " she adds looking around the table.
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After no one else speaks out Jeanette returns to the bar one can assume. From the vantage point of the party she disappears within the crowded tavern her halfling frame however easily darting through patrons. It's some time before she reappears leading Horonomus to the party behind her.
The elderly half-elf with dark, velvet looking skin seems jovial. He carries a dusty corked bottle and invites the party to join him for a drink! Leading the party away from their cramped table around the corner where sure as the Dawn Father's light hangs the taxidermied head of a white dragon! Fangs bared it's in a state of utter fury! Jeanette quickly abandons the party the halfling seemingly terrified of what Horonomus seems to think is nothing but a trophy adoring his business. The Marblehorns hang back allowing the party an audience alone with the famed adventurer!
"Greetings. I am Horonomus Tillney. My wife Morwyn is at the bar I'm sure you saw her. Most beautiful woman in Nashkel or on the mountain, " he adds beaming. "So, to the point. It's been brought to my attention that you're searching for Vermeillon," he adds pouring out glasses of liquor from the corked bottle.
He pours one for himself and downs it. He then pours himself another but this one he savors swirling the inky liquid in the green tinted glass thoughtfully before downing it too.
"How can I help, " Horonomus asks his cheeks a little rosier than before!
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Wizbang would follow the group, clutching his spellbook tightly in his arms. When they make their way to the back room, he would stand in awe at the size of the dragon head. "Wow! that... that thing is really scary!" The goblin would exclaim, making sure not to approach too close to the head. "It is much larger than I would have thought... I read about dragons in books but this is the first one I have seen in person." He would add... leaning a bit closer to get a better look but not actually moving towards the head. "My name is Wizbang Wonderwand. It is nice to meet you!" he would skirt around the dragon head the best he could before extending a hand for a handshake. "You're an adventurer? My dad was an adventurer too! His name was Cedrick, but most people knew him as Cedrick the Sensational!" The small goblin would beam. "I'm not an adventurer though... i'm not nearly brave or powerful enough for that. I'm more of a researcher.... We were sent from Candlekeep to try to find out what happened to the town of Vermeillon. We were also asked to find any clues about Saxon Cuthbert's fate as well. He was a well known bard... They even have his portrait hanging up at Strixhaven! I guess we are trying to solve two mysteries really... What happened to the town and what happened to Saxon." Wizbang would add... before looking around for Jeanette, waiting for her to return with his second glass of peach wine.
Brim is surprised when he looks over and misses the hidden figure. He keeps searching for them, missing Beryl's entire exchange in his confusion. Brim's dismay is averted, however, when Horonomus starts walking over to the group. His eyes slowly grow wider and wider as he approaches, shaking it off when Horonomus arrives. When they finally land in his corner, Brim can't believe his eyes. In fact, he does not take them off the dragon until Wizbang finishes his entire exchange. He finally turns and adds, "Well for one, how did you track it? and who attacked first? did you lure it out, or weaken it? what are its defenses like? and its lair?" He suddenly stops, realizing he's stammering on, and reasserts himself in a more polite manner. "Yes I'm sorry. My name is Brim, big fan." He thinks about asking him about the stranger, but waits a moment to allow him time to answer Wizbang first.
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"No, no haven't heard of Cedric or...the other man. Saxon you said? Me and the misses haven't been adventuring in twenty years so...anything outside this town and its...uh diamond's in the rough locals or travelers have brought us news," Horonomus says to Wizbang. Then looking at Brim and smirking at his eager barrage of questions he nods towards the empty table that would easily fit 8 people comfortably for the party to sit. There's a gold placard over the table beneath Snowbane that reads, reserved.
Horonomus weaves a tale next of a lowly but industrious band of adventurers he and his lady wife joined in their youth. They hailed from Luskan and not a single one among them didn't come from simple trades folk. Horonomus seems particularly emphatic about that fact. Years later the were hired to fight goblin hoards pouring down the mountain and quickly realized it was a dragon problem not a goblin one. They however didn't discover the beast's lair and fought it in the now decimated village of Toma where most of the Goliath and gensai refugees came from in Nashkel. He speaks with passion but doesn't give a lot of details. He seems content with the shorten tale of his long-ago triumph and settles into his seat at the head of the table pouring another glass for himself and topping off anyone's glass seated nearby.
OOC who is drinking with Horonomus?
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Wizbang will drink with Horonomus... but is drinking the peach wine he ordered and not whatever he has in the dusty bottle.
When Horonomus mentions that he doesn't know Cedric or Saxon, the goblin would frown a bit as he tried to determine whether or not he was being lied to...
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Umkhonzi will listen to the story, but won't partake. He's content with the tea he got with their meal earlier, since he holds himself responsible for the party's safety.
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Brim listens intently to Horonomus' recounting of his adventures. He is so hyper-focused he takes a seat and picks up a glass and drinks from it without even knowing he did. He lets the story wash over him as the warmth of his drink comes up. Brim is not much of a drinker so when he starts to feel the affects of the nights drinks, he pushes his glass away and doesn't have much more.
He has heard stories of other dragonslayers from his hometown, he's even met one or two in his many years, but he has never been awarded the chance to sit and speak with one. Now that the excitement has calmed in him, he can think a bit more clearly. "Its an honor, sir, to sit here tonight with you. I salute you and your bravery. And thank you for your hospitality. A true hero." He tips his glass up to Horonomus. "Have you heard word from Candlekeep about our arrival?" He points out the reserved placards. "I spotted the hooded fellow you were speaking with running through the courtyard earlier tonight, a messenger perhaps?"
"I don't think it was bravery but necessity that drove us back then. People were dying and the mountain wasn't safe. Seemed like the thing to do," Horonomus shrugs off the praise. "Oh, well no, no word was sent on ahead from Candlekeep. Lot of librarians looking for this town your after then? Curiously enough you don't seem to me like a bunch of librarians," he adds smirking. "I won't tell mouse you noticed her. She's fairly particular about not being seen but my people tend to notice the finer folks moving through, " Horonomus answers Brim. "We like to know who's passing through regardless of the city watch and law bearers here. It tends to be a closed community to those intent on trouble making, " he explains getting up from his chair. "Well, I best see the last of the lingering patrons, " he says waiting for any other question.
Jeanette appears with Wizbang's peach wine and takes away the cups Horonomus gave out his special vintage. He's holding the bottle with an easy smile as Jeanette leaves the party to their new space at the reserved table beneath the toothy maw of Snowbane!
OOC any more business or can we wrap up the day?
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Umkhonzi is good with wrapping up the day. He's stabled the horses, met a girl, almost gotten into a fight, and listened to good music and good stories.
Wizbang would look over Horonomus as he takes his peach wine from jeanette. "Thank you jeanette! You have been very helpful! I know you must be really busy!" He would say before digging out another silver coin as a tip.
***Insight check on Hornomus to see if there isn't information he is hiding about this mouse person or the purpose of their conversation that Brim mentioned 10***
After listening to Hornomus's words, the goblin would sip his drink and allow the warmth in his stomach to spread through his small body. As his spellbook rested on the table, the thin bookmark would slither out from the pages and gently touch one of the sharp dragonteeth looming above. The book would then flip open, causing the goblin to look its way. As he does, scrolling text appears on the pages within. "I don't think it is safe to sit under this dragon mouth.. it seems dangerous." the text would read. The slightly tipsy goblin would look to the book and then back up towards the dragon mouth. "I'm sure it's fine Tome! but you know better than me..." Wizbang would reply as he scooped up the book and moved back away from the head once more. "I should probably get ready for bed anyway.... I'll have trouble memorizing my spells for tomorrow if I keep drinking." He would add before saying goodnight and making his way to bed.