Brim arrives to the library, a little late and a little out of breath. He searches for bestiaries and anything that might help them avoid turning into dinner, or trapped under snow forever. He would also be happy running into any group members and lending them a hand.
As the night draws to a close most of the party has collected the gear and knowledge for the quest ahead of them. How will they find Vermeillon most wonder. Wizbang is vaguely sure how to locate the mining settlement. Tine is sure Saxon Cuthbert will be indeed a character if she and the party can uncover his whereabouts. Meanwhile Umkhonzi, Brim, amd Ryan having been focused on the survival effort and outfitting the party are a little behind on the party's research. These three are the bulk of defense and as some look over mounts in the livery others wander back into the library still looking for information that will aid the quest.
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The exhausted Wizbang would be leaving the library as he bumps into Brim, looking slightly confused as he searches for books on beasts. Only half awake he drops his book which once again angerly waves it's red book mark around wildly until picked up. "Oh.. Sorry Brim... I didn't see you there. Do you need help?" He would ask as he rubs his eyes. Assuming Brim describes what he is looking for, the young goblin would point down the hallway. "Oh, let me help you find them.. the books you are looking for are in that section friend... you're in the wrong section."
After pointing his companion in the right direction, he would quickly spin in a circle and make sure he hadn't dropped anything else before heading off to bed.
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Brim a little tired himself apologizes to Wizbang. "Im sorry friend, don't spend much time here myself. Trying to learn new skills and all. I just have a hard time sleeping before a big day, lost a member of our team once because he went out hunting the wrong monster. Im going to take one quick peak and head off to bed too. Thank you." He winks, spins, and heads over to where Wizbang sent him.
Umkhonzi finds the group later. "I secured three two-person tents, climbing gear, fifty feet of rope, nineteen rations and ten full water skins. I apologize," he bows his head. "That's all I can carry, and remain nimble enough to protect you. The rest of the items on your lists will have to be divvied up amongst yourselves, as well as any more food or water."
"Since there's a town at the base of the Cloud Peaks," he adds, "perhaps we could just leave Candlekeep with enough supplies to get there if we can't carry it all now, and see if we could buy more when we arrive, to sustain us during the climb." He bows. "Again, my apologies to all."
After having made preparations and set their travel plans the party takes their rest. They wake the next morning early each preforming their usual routine to ready themselves for the day of travel ahead. Keeper Jaezred is there when you all assembles by the livery to see the party off.
"I wish you all luck but as a small gesture of thanks for taking on this endeavor I would like to give each of you a gift," Keeper Jaezred begins as the elven man that served the party before begins to pass out parcels. "It's a healing potion," she says brightly. "I trust you all will fair well but for those times of need may this aid you," she adds nodding. "Good journey, " she then says bowing deeply to the party before disappearing back inside the keep.
OOC everyone I have added 1 standard healing potion to your inventory!
Each member of the party has the animal of their choice to convey them to Nashkel and possibly beyond. It's not a hard ride to the foothills of the Cloud Peaks but it does take a bit more time making your way to the mountainside settlement. It's late evening when you arrive. You all are very tired as is your animals having made the gradual rise in elevation climbing the mountain on the Trade Way. Now entering Nashkel the nicknamed 'Sloping City' makes a lot of sense. As you move through the wooden palisades inside onto the city streets you notice the great feat of engineering it took to build such a settlement literally building it's way up and out hanging in midair! As you pass into the city there doesn't seem to be a heavy presences of watchmen. There was a watch tower upin entering through the old wooden palisades but the look out didn't seem overly concerned about the party as you entered. Now on the main thoroughfare each building you pass seems built at a gradient to level out the settlement. Progressively moving into the settlement you do realize it's literally clinging to the mountain's face!
As it is a mining town the party meets a myriad cast of characters wandering around making up the travelers and denizens alike. At a glance the species of folks however seem to lean heavily into the human realm but their are other humanoid about. Looking around one would see smattering of orcs, elves, and even a warforged or two but the general population is human.
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His hands warm in his coat, Brim feels the weight of the healing potion the Keeper gifted the group. His appreciation for her kindness growing every day he feels the benefits of her gifts. He brought a raven with him on the journey that would warm itself on the furs of his coat. It rests there now as they enter the city. Brim's attention is captured by the marvels of the hanging buildings as they enter the city walls.
Wizbang's hat would bounce up and down with every step of his riding mastiff. Glancing around towards the surrounding buildings, the sight of his own breath would slightly distract the young excited goblin. He would pull his thick travelling cloak a little tighter and look towards his companions with a large smile. "So Vermeillon was known for being a big mithril mining town... we should be on the look out for Mithril veins or anyone that knows where to find them to help us find it." his goblin eyes would glance around towards the rough mining folk before looking back towards his companions once more. "The mayor of this town is named Berrun Ghastkill, used to be an adventurer... he might be willing to help us find what we are looking for."
As the goblin mentions the mayor, he is reminded of Berrun's fights against goblins in the past. A cold shiver would run down his back and he would pull his had a little farther down over his face in an attempt to keep some of the locals from getting a good look at his goblin features. "I have a map that shows where a lot of the known mithril veins in the area are located... and I think I can find the place based just off of my understanding of Mithril... but if we could get pointed in the right direction it would probably make it a lot faster." Wizbang would add, his voice much quieter now as he tries not to draw much attention to himself.
Brim is the only one who notices a medium built figure dodging through the city streets upon the party's arrival in town. The figure seems unnoticed by his companions as well as all of denizens milling around in the crisp fall night air! Everyone is then moved on more speedily than before as a brisk, icy wind blows down the mountain through the streets! It ruffles clothing and whips off unsecured hats, the traveler and locals all rushing into doorways of taverns and inns that line the street. Each of these structures gaining more refinement the further in the party travels!
Wizbang is far to concerned with the "goblin hunter" mayor and controlling his hat to notice anything amiss. Meanwhile Umkhonzi is distracted by the utter lack of discipline shown by the "watch" on the tower.
OOC Tine and Ryan, what say you? Also thanks for including RP with rolls!
Indeed, Umkhonzi is frowning at the lackadaisical guards watching the people of this town as he adjust the packs on his sturdy horse. Over half of the food and water he brought for the party has been consumed, which will make the climb up the mountain easier if they have to leave the animals behind.
Eventually he notices Brim's focus on the crowd and tries to follow his gaze.
Wizbang leans forward, putting his face close to George, the large slobbering mastiff. "I hope you arn't getting too cold... Here.. I'll try to keep you warm." the small goblin would say as he tried to spread out his small body the best he could. he would open his cloak and allow it to hang over the sides of his mount, helping to keep the cold wind off the massive dogs skin. Although the goblin was concerned about the warmth of the dog, George however did not seem phased by the cold weather. Steaming strands of drool would drip from the creatures mouth as it happily bound its way up the street. A few snow flurries stick to the dogs short but tick furry coat.
Brim sits atop a medium sized horse. Her dark brown hair often mistaken for black has grown long and wavy and parts mostly to one side. She wears a leather helmet, adorned with a small brass metal shield on the middle of the nose. A leather saddle with brass buckles sits on top of a thick fur blanket, keeping her warm. Brim calls her Willow, after his niece.
She neighs and trots a complaint out when the cold air hits, breaking his concentration on the person running through the crowd. ‘That’s strange.’ He thinks to himself. His natural tracking instincts kick in and he tries to make a mental note of the persons appearance and direction they traveled before turning his attention on Willow. He calms her down by petting her neck before continuing on with the group.
”I think finding shelter would be a good idea.” He exclaims through the cold wind. “Wizbang, do you know of a place we can go to warm up, and maybe rest our travel companions?”
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Wizbang would look back over his shoulder towards Brim, with one hand on his saddle and the other holding his hat in place. "Well, I researched the cloud peaks and found out what information I could on Vermeillon... but I didn't find a map for Nashkel." The goblin would reply disappointedly. "I can ask one of the Nashkars though if you think it would help! I am sure they can point us in the right direction!" A moment later, Wizbang would give the mastiff a gentle tap on his shoulder before directing him towards the side of the street. He would look for someone small and less threatening looking than many of the larger human miners before dismounting his dog. "Hello... We are new to town. Do you know somewhere warm that my friends and I can get something to eat? Maybe some place where we can shelter our animals as well?" Wizbang would ask as he give the massive head of the mastiff a gentle scratch.
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Tine's horse is a majestic creature named Stardust, a fitting name for a steed that seems to carry the night sky in its ebony coat. With a sleek, midnight-black mane that ripples like the cosmos, Stardust's fur is sprinkled with tiny, luminescent spots reminiscent of distant stars. His eyes, deep pools of obsidian, exude intelligence and a quiet strength. Stardust stands tall and proud, his muscular build indicating both speed and endurance. His movements are graceful, almost ethereal, as if he glides over the ground with each step. Tine often takes great care of him, ensuring his coat gleams in the sunlight and his hooves remain well-trimmed. She just smiles and thanks the keeper for the potion as she mounts the horse looking at Wizbang and his dog giving a smile as she looks at the rest of her companions and just glows with excitement.
She will have spent the trip conveying the stories that she found about the bard to her companions and as they enter the town, she takes everything in "Maybe I can play for them while we find an inn to stay at. Might help them warm up to use."if it wasn't clear from her demeanor going into this situation, it certainly was now that Tine was not an experienced adventurer built in battle. He senses unaware to any danger that could possibly be around them. She just smiles as Wizbang begins to question locals about where to grab good, deciding to look at someone else walking by. "Excuse me, where is the best place for a bard to play some music and get a drink?" she asks following in Wizbang's footsteps.
The first human man Wizbang walks up to and asks hurries away from the goblin standing beside the slobbering mas of dog! But before the wizard can get discouraged by the cold ignorance of the man Tine steps in!
"Oh, hello. Welcome. Welcome to the Windy City my dears," a gray skinned half-orc woman replies to Tine. She's holding a tray of odds and ends for sale as well as bundles of matches. "Let's see," she pauses eyeing the group. "For nice folk like you I'd recommend the Hanged Man for better coin but middling ale or the Seven Stars for the best ale but probably have to fight a bard or two for the stage," the older half-orc woman explains. "Buy some matches lovely will you?" She then asks Tine. "From one working woman to another eh," she adds smiling tuskily. "You look like you got your work cut out for you too with this lot of handsome devils," she adds winking at Wizbang before stroking George's head. "Don't mind the locals darling, " she then whispers to Wizbang. "They had some troubles ages ago with folks that look like us and some of them aren't quite over it yet," she adds tapping the side of her nose as if giving a hint.
OOC Everyone's descriptions so far are AWESOME! Thank you!
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The frown on Wizbang's face left behind by the fleeing man would quickly fade as the half-orc woman addresses him. "Thank you!" The goblin replies with a smile, looking up towards the woman. "You are very nice! Hopefully we run into more people like you here in town!" He would add before pulling a silver coin out of his pocket and placing it on her tray. "Try to stay warm OK!" He would say with a wide smile while gently patting her hand holding the tray with his own. He would quickly mumble a few words in gobin while wiggling the fingers in his other hand. Suddenly, the glove worn by the half-orc would feel much warmer as Wizbang's Prestidigitation took effect. "Thanks again!" He would shout before jumping on to George's back. "Tine, you pick where we go next!" he would exclaim as he rubbed the large mastiff's ears.
Umkhonzi watches this interaction, and though he's too far away from them in the sea of tuskless citizens to hear the conversation, he reads the body language, watches the diminutive arcanist give the half-kin a coin, and smiles. They may have found a haven in the wilderness after all. He releases the grip on the pommel of his scimitar he didn't realize he'd taken, and follows the party through the crowd, leading his pack horse.
Brim looks on as the interaction between Wizbang, Tine, and the kind lady takes place. He feels glad to have social companions, a skill he had a hard time nurturing growing up. Wishing to put a little practice in before his group took to guard themselves from the cold, he swallows his nerves and trots forward. "I do not have a preference, wherever you'd like to go I will not object. We are just passing through after all, but if you have a hard time deciding then maybe somewhere we can dig up more information during our stay?" Turning to the kind Nashkan. "Thank you kindly for your guidance miss. We are new in town as you can tell, and a little weathered from our travels." He finishes with a short bow as he gestures politely to his group.
Brim arrives to the library, a little late and a little out of breath. He searches for bestiaries and anything that might help them avoid turning into dinner, or trapped under snow forever. He would also be happy running into any group members and lending them a hand.
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OCC anyone want to aid Brim? RP it please.
As the night draws to a close most of the party has collected the gear and knowledge for the quest ahead of them. How will they find Vermeillon most wonder. Wizbang is vaguely sure how to locate the mining settlement. Tine is sure Saxon Cuthbert will be indeed a character if she and the party can uncover his whereabouts. Meanwhile Umkhonzi, Brim, amd Ryan having been focused on the survival effort and outfitting the party are a little behind on the party's research. These three are the bulk of defense and as some look over mounts in the livery others wander back into the library still looking for information that will aid the quest.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
The exhausted Wizbang would be leaving the library as he bumps into Brim, looking slightly confused as he searches for books on beasts. Only half awake he drops his book which once again angerly waves it's red book mark around wildly until picked up. "Oh.. Sorry Brim... I didn't see you there. Do you need help?" He would ask as he rubs his eyes. Assuming Brim describes what he is looking for, the young goblin would point down the hallway. "Oh, let me help you find them.. the books you are looking for are in that section friend... you're in the wrong section."
After pointing his companion in the right direction, he would quickly spin in a circle and make sure he hadn't dropped anything else before heading off to bed.
I think Umkhonzi will focus on supplies and leave the research to the more learned party members.
Brim a little tired himself apologizes to Wizbang. "Im sorry friend, don't spend much time here myself. Trying to learn new skills and all. I just have a hard time sleeping before a big day, lost a member of our team once because he went out hunting the wrong monster. Im going to take one quick peak and head off to bed too. Thank you." He winks, spins, and heads over to where Wizbang sent him.
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Umkhonzi finds the group later. "I secured three two-person tents, climbing gear, fifty feet of rope, nineteen rations and ten full water skins. I apologize," he bows his head. "That's all I can carry, and remain nimble enough to protect you. The rest of the items on your lists will have to be divvied up amongst yourselves, as well as any more food or water."
"Since there's a town at the base of the Cloud Peaks," he adds, "perhaps we could just leave Candlekeep with enough supplies to get there if we can't carry it all now, and see if we could buy more when we arrive, to sustain us during the climb." He bows. "Again, my apologies to all."
After having made preparations and set their travel plans the party takes their rest. They wake the next morning early each preforming their usual routine to ready themselves for the day of travel ahead. Keeper Jaezred is there when you all assembles by the livery to see the party off.
"I wish you all luck but as a small gesture of thanks for taking on this endeavor I would like to give each of you a gift," Keeper Jaezred begins as the elven man that served the party before begins to pass out parcels. "It's a healing potion," she says brightly. "I trust you all will fair well but for those times of need may this aid you," she adds nodding. "Good journey, " she then says bowing deeply to the party before disappearing back inside the keep.
OOC everyone I have added 1 standard healing potion to your inventory!
Each member of the party has the animal of their choice to convey them to Nashkel and possibly beyond. It's not a hard ride to the foothills of the Cloud Peaks but it does take a bit more time making your way to the mountainside settlement. It's late evening when you arrive. You all are very tired as is your animals having made the gradual rise in elevation climbing the mountain on the Trade Way. Now entering Nashkel the nicknamed 'Sloping City' makes a lot of sense. As you move through the wooden palisades inside onto the city streets you notice the great feat of engineering it took to build such a settlement literally building it's way up and out hanging in midair! As you pass into the city there doesn't seem to be a heavy presences of watchmen. There was a watch tower upin entering through the old wooden palisades but the look out didn't seem overly concerned about the party as you entered. Now on the main thoroughfare each building you pass seems built at a gradient to level out the settlement. Progressively moving into the settlement you do realize it's literally clinging to the mountain's face!
As it is a mining town the party meets a myriad cast of characters wandering around making up the travelers and denizens alike. At a glance the species of folks however seem to lean heavily into the human realm but their are other humanoid about. Looking around one would see smattering of orcs, elves, and even a warforged or two but the general population is human.
Everyone give me a perception check!
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Umkhonzi scans the area, weary from travel but still focused on his duties as escort.
Perception: 6
His hands warm in his coat, Brim feels the weight of the healing potion the Keeper gifted the group. His appreciation for her kindness growing every day he feels the benefits of her gifts. He brought a raven with him on the journey that would warm itself on the furs of his coat. It rests there now as they enter the city. Brim's attention is captured by the marvels of the hanging buildings as they enter the city walls.
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Perception! 8
Wizbang's hat would bounce up and down with every step of his riding mastiff. Glancing around towards the surrounding buildings, the sight of his own breath would slightly distract the young excited goblin. He would pull his thick travelling cloak a little tighter and look towards his companions with a large smile. "So Vermeillon was known for being a big mithril mining town... we should be on the look out for Mithril veins or anyone that knows where to find them to help us find it." his goblin eyes would glance around towards the rough mining folk before looking back towards his companions once more. "The mayor of this town is named Berrun Ghastkill, used to be an adventurer... he might be willing to help us find what we are looking for."
As the goblin mentions the mayor, he is reminded of Berrun's fights against goblins in the past. A cold shiver would run down his back and he would pull his had a little farther down over his face in an attempt to keep some of the locals from getting a good look at his goblin features. "I have a map that shows where a lot of the known mithril veins in the area are located... and I think I can find the place based just off of my understanding of Mithril... but if we could get pointed in the right direction it would probably make it a lot faster." Wizbang would add, his voice much quieter now as he tries not to draw much attention to himself.
Brim is the only one who notices a medium built figure dodging through the city streets upon the party's arrival in town. The figure seems unnoticed by his companions as well as all of denizens milling around in the crisp fall night air! Everyone is then moved on more speedily than before as a brisk, icy wind blows down the mountain through the streets! It ruffles clothing and whips off unsecured hats, the traveler and locals all rushing into doorways of taverns and inns that line the street. Each of these structures gaining more refinement the further in the party travels!
Wizbang is far to concerned with the "goblin hunter" mayor and controlling his hat to notice anything amiss. Meanwhile Umkhonzi is distracted by the utter lack of discipline shown by the "watch" on the tower.
OOC Tine and Ryan, what say you? Also thanks for including RP with rolls!
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Indeed, Umkhonzi is frowning at the lackadaisical guards watching the people of this town as he adjust the packs on his sturdy horse. Over half of the food and water he brought for the party has been consumed, which will make the climb up the mountain easier if they have to leave the animals behind.
Eventually he notices Brim's focus on the crowd and tries to follow his gaze.
Wizbang leans forward, putting his face close to George, the large slobbering mastiff. "I hope you arn't getting too cold... Here.. I'll try to keep you warm." the small goblin would say as he tried to spread out his small body the best he could. he would open his cloak and allow it to hang over the sides of his mount, helping to keep the cold wind off the massive dogs skin. Although the goblin was concerned about the warmth of the dog, George however did not seem phased by the cold weather. Steaming strands of drool would drip from the creatures mouth as it happily bound its way up the street. A few snow flurries stick to the dogs short but tick furry coat.
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Brim sits atop a medium sized horse. Her dark brown hair often mistaken for black has grown long and wavy and parts mostly to one side. She wears a leather helmet, adorned with a small brass metal shield on the middle of the nose. A leather saddle with brass buckles sits on top of a thick fur blanket, keeping her warm. Brim calls her Willow, after his niece.
She neighs and trots a complaint out when the cold air hits, breaking his concentration on the person running through the crowd. ‘That’s strange.’ He thinks to himself. His natural tracking instincts kick in and he tries to make a mental note of the persons appearance and direction they traveled before turning his attention on Willow. He calms her down by petting her neck before continuing on with the group.
”I think finding shelter would be a good idea.” He exclaims through the cold wind. “Wizbang, do you know of a place we can go to warm up, and maybe rest our travel companions?”
Wizbang would look back over his shoulder towards Brim, with one hand on his saddle and the other holding his hat in place. "Well, I researched the cloud peaks and found out what information I could on Vermeillon... but I didn't find a map for Nashkel." The goblin would reply disappointedly. "I can ask one of the Nashkars though if you think it would help! I am sure they can point us in the right direction!" A moment later, Wizbang would give the mastiff a gentle tap on his shoulder before directing him towards the side of the street. He would look for someone small and less threatening looking than many of the larger human miners before dismounting his dog. "Hello... We are new to town. Do you know somewhere warm that my friends and I can get something to eat? Maybe some place where we can shelter our animals as well?" Wizbang would ask as he give the massive head of the mastiff a gentle scratch.
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Tine's horse is a majestic creature named Stardust, a fitting name for a steed that seems to carry the night sky in its ebony coat. With a sleek, midnight-black mane that ripples like the cosmos, Stardust's fur is sprinkled with tiny, luminescent spots reminiscent of distant stars. His eyes, deep pools of obsidian, exude intelligence and a quiet strength. Stardust stands tall and proud, his muscular build indicating both speed and endurance. His movements are graceful, almost ethereal, as if he glides over the ground with each step. Tine often takes great care of him, ensuring his coat gleams in the sunlight and his hooves remain well-trimmed. She just smiles and thanks the keeper for the potion as she mounts the horse looking at Wizbang and his dog giving a smile as she looks at the rest of her companions and just glows with excitement.
She will have spent the trip conveying the stories that she found about the bard to her companions and as they enter the town, she takes everything in "Maybe I can play for them while we find an inn to stay at. Might help them warm up to use." if it wasn't clear from her demeanor going into this situation, it certainly was now that Tine was not an experienced adventurer built in battle. He senses unaware to any danger that could possibly be around them. She just smiles as Wizbang begins to question locals about where to grab good, deciding to look at someone else walking by. "Excuse me, where is the best place for a bard to play some music and get a drink?" she asks following in Wizbang's footsteps.
Persuasion check: 18
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The first human man Wizbang walks up to and asks hurries away from the goblin standing beside the slobbering mas of dog! But before the wizard can get discouraged by the cold ignorance of the man Tine steps in!
"Oh, hello. Welcome. Welcome to the Windy City my dears," a gray skinned half-orc woman replies to Tine. She's holding a tray of odds and ends for sale as well as bundles of matches. "Let's see," she pauses eyeing the group. "For nice folk like you I'd recommend the Hanged Man for better coin but middling ale or the Seven Stars for the best ale but probably have to fight a bard or two for the stage," the older half-orc woman explains. "Buy some matches lovely will you?" She then asks Tine. "From one working woman to another eh," she adds smiling tuskily. "You look like you got your work cut out for you too with this lot of handsome devils," she adds winking at Wizbang before stroking George's head. "Don't mind the locals darling, " she then whispers to Wizbang. "They had some troubles ages ago with folks that look like us and some of them aren't quite over it yet," she adds tapping the side of her nose as if giving a hint.
OOC Everyone's descriptions so far are AWESOME! Thank you!
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
The frown on Wizbang's face left behind by the fleeing man would quickly fade as the half-orc woman addresses him. "Thank you!" The goblin replies with a smile, looking up towards the woman. "You are very nice! Hopefully we run into more people like you here in town!" He would add before pulling a silver coin out of his pocket and placing it on her tray. "Try to stay warm OK!" He would say with a wide smile while gently patting her hand holding the tray with his own. He would quickly mumble a few words in gobin while wiggling the fingers in his other hand. Suddenly, the glove worn by the half-orc would feel much warmer as Wizbang's Prestidigitation took effect. "Thanks again!" He would shout before jumping on to George's back. "Tine, you pick where we go next!" he would exclaim as he rubbed the large mastiff's ears.
Umkhonzi watches this interaction, and though he's too far away from them in the sea of tuskless citizens to hear the conversation, he reads the body language, watches the diminutive arcanist give the half-kin a coin, and smiles. They may have found a haven in the wilderness after all. He releases the grip on the pommel of his scimitar he didn't realize he'd taken, and follows the party through the crowd, leading his pack horse.
Brim looks on as the interaction between Wizbang, Tine, and the kind lady takes place. He feels glad to have social companions, a skill he had a hard time nurturing growing up. Wishing to put a little practice in before his group took to guard themselves from the cold, he swallows his nerves and trots forward. "I do not have a preference, wherever you'd like to go I will not object. We are just passing through after all, but if you have a hard time deciding then maybe somewhere we can dig up more information during our stay?" Turning to the kind Nashkan. "Thank you kindly for your guidance miss. We are new in town as you can tell, and a little weathered from our travels." He finishes with a short bow as he gestures politely to his group.