Thankfully, the rest of the night passes relatively uneventfully and even watching over the creature doesn't turn out to be as much of a problem as Vesna worried about. Despite taking some time to complete her task, whatever sleep the cleric managed to get seems to have done its job, because she feels quite good and rested when it's time to gather with the rest and discuss the plan for the day.
"Surely the tavern will be open, they must serve breakfast here as well," she ponders quietly for a moment. She isn't sure about the best way of dealing with the creature, so she just keeps quiet.
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"Well, let's go then," Nesyax says. "It's probably best to just have Kitaer stay here with the creature rather than try to drag it around." She pauses a moment, looking - almost staring - at Daryos. "What are we going to do with the thing? Is it really worth the effort to keep it around?"
"As far as I can tell the thing has agreed to take us to the Bone Collector, not sure we will find our way without it."The young white-haired noble explains with a polite smile. "It is still a valuable source of information for us I would say but if it causes too much trouble I suppose we will need to dispose of it." He adds plainly.
"We can leave it here to be watched by Ren and to mention that Hank and Dean would have no trouble killing the little blighter. I can also leave my familiar here so it can warn me if something amiss happens. That way all of us can go to the Tavern." suggests Stasyn.
"Alright, we would need to collect the minion before we leave for the Bone Collector but let us go together to the tavern now and leave the minion here for now." The diciosioneer finally decides, ready to head over to the tavern.
"No, I don't think he is needed for that. Besides, he is our hoardsperson and should be present when we conduct business deals." Daryos says with a firm but polite tone.
Ren offers to dissect the dead faevlin and report back any useful findings if the group wishes before agreeing to watch the surviving faevlin. He leaves the prisoner tied up in the basement and slides the desk over top of the hatch in hopes of preventing the creatures escape. "Good luck and be sure to make us some money!" The lizardfolk says with a grin as the group departs towards Leadbelly's tavern.
The trip down the road is fairly uneventful. The stench of rotting corpses seems stronger today as the sun rises high and is warmer than the previous day. Before long the group is standing in front of the tavern and the wooden doll-like creature allows you all to pass unbothered. Once inside the dimly lit bar, you notice that it is much emptier than the last time you were here. A dirty looking man that appears to be passed out at his table towards the corner of the room while two muscular figures sit at the bar near the dwarvern tavern keeper. Mr. leadbelly is behind the bar cleaning a tankard as you make your way inside. He looks around and then grins as you enter. "So have you decided to take me up on my offer then? Hope you brought the goods..." He says with a smile. As he says this the two figures turn to face the group and remain fixated on the party.
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"Yes and no."The young white-haired noble says with a polite smile. "That is, we have decided to accept your offer but we haven't brought tha barrels with us. I'm sure you're friends over there would be happy to help with bringing them here so you can make sure you get what is yours."Daryos continues, briefly glancing over at the two muscular figures at the bar. "We will follow you back as soon as you are ready though, we will need to use the daylight for our little excursion outside the walls."He says a bit more quietly as he steps closer to Mr. Leadbelly. "Ready when you are."
Persuasion if needed: 11 Another roll if help action is provided: 15 + Guidance: 4
As Daryos headed over to talk to the barkeeper, Nesyax stepped out into the room, looking around at the people there this morning. She focuses in on the man that seems passed out. 'Awful early to be that far into his cups,' she thinks. She watches him for a few moments. (Insight: 19)
Kitaer focuses on the two muscular figures sitting at the bar and eyes them up trying to determine if they're merely customers who like to get an early start, bodyguards for Leadbelly or possibly some kind of threat. (Insight: Nat 1-1 for a total of 0!) "How you guys doing?" Kitaer asks, actually not even giving them much of a thought at all.
The one-armed dwarf smiles to Daryos. "My friends will stay with me. I'll send my wife with a cart to your little church headquarters to fetch my payment... I assume Render won't mind helping her to load the cart... not that she needs it" he says sternly with a small grin. "We can head out in just a moment" Leadbelly says with a nod to one of the muscular figures nearby. They silently move towards passed out patron and give them a hard shake. The figure at the table wakes up in a small pool of their own drool and is lifted to their feet.
Nesyax is able to recognize that the old man is actually the same man that had been selling vegetables not far from the Wet Weasel... and although they seem as though they had been trying to sleep, Nesyax thinks that perhaps the man hadn't been sleeping as soundly as he is letting on..
The muscular figure quickly leads the man to the door and sends him out into the bright morning sun before shutting the door behind him. Leadbelly moves to a back room where he can be heard communicating to a female voice that you assume to be either his wife or his child before returning a moment later. When he returns, he is holding a fishing pole in his hand with what appears to be a very strange and brightly colored lure dangling from the tip. Seeing Mr. Leadbelly with his pole, his two guards move behind the bar and pull out a set of nets and a harpoon. Once the three of them have collected their equipment, the muscular dwarf nods to Daryos and then the rest of the group. "Alright... let's go fishing." He says before making his way towards the destroyed docks.
After a few minutes, the group approaches the docks where Fisk is casually tossing a net into the churning sea below. He turns as he hears the footsteps of the group approaching and upon seeing the dwarf and his fishing pole, he gives a simple nod and places his net on the ground. The large group of individuals on the docks catches the eye of the guards on the wall and the ballista slowly turns to point towards you all. The dwarf and his two men seem unphased as Leadbelly simply raises the rod and swings it above his head. The large brightly colored lure sparkles in the sunlight and after a few motions with the pole, the guards on the wall give a nod and turn their backs to the group before casually making their way down the ramparts away from the water.
After a few moments the guards on the wall are gone and Fisk leads Leadbelly and the party down a small decrepit looking ladder and pulls a moldy green tarp from the top of a large rowboat of some kind. The boat is upsidown and painted to look like wet rocks. The two muscular men pick up the upsidown boat and make their a few feet closer to the water where a rope tied to the docks seems to disappear into the water. The men the position themselves so that the boat is above their head and still upsidown so that the painted bottom is facing upwards.
"Get under the boat and grab hold of the rope." Leadbelly says as he waits for the group to comply....
Kitaer focuses on the two muscular figures sitting at the bar and eyes them up trying to determine if they're merely customers who like to get an early start, bodyguards for Leadbelly or possibly some kind of threat. (Insight: Nat 1-1 for a total of 0!) "How you guys doing?" Kitaer asks, actually not even giving them much of a thought at all.
The gaurds are both large human males. They simply give a small grunt and shrug in response to the minotaur.
Upon seeing the disguised boat Stasyn says "I admire your ingenuity though I dislike the idea of getting wet. Very well I will comply" Stasyn moves under the boat and holds onto the rope with an uncomfortable look. His grip was light at first, but he takes a firmer grip as he rather not be shot by the guards for what they are about to do.
Nesyax had watched the vegetable salesman a brief bit in the bar, but then turned her attention more to the discussion with the barkeeper. As the others left, she followed. She watched with interest as the guards turned away. 'That's a nifty trick,' she thinks. 'Wonder what exactly is the message to the guards - maybe the strange colored lure. But does he pay them in coin?'
When they are told to get under the boat she complies. Not the nicest accommodation but if that's what would get them to the other side, then she'd live with it. Once there she locates the rope to grab ahold.
The young white-haired noble nods and follows along to the waterside, the team first stopping by briefly at HQ to pick up any extra gear needed for their excursion as well as the thoroughly gagged, bound and bundled up minion that Kitear hopefully can carry on his back for now. He makes note of the guards' reactions and makes a mental note of following that up at a later time. He hesitates for moment but then he nods and moves to grab hold of the rope under the camouflaged boat.
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Thankfully, the rest of the night passes relatively uneventfully and even watching over the creature doesn't turn out to be as much of a problem as Vesna worried about. Despite taking some time to complete her task, whatever sleep the cleric managed to get seems to have done its job, because she feels quite good and rested when it's time to gather with the rest and discuss the plan for the day.
"Surely the tavern will be open, they must serve breakfast here as well," she ponders quietly for a moment. She isn't sure about the best way of dealing with the creature, so she just keeps quiet.
Aeran Dormaris - L2 Paladin on his way to Phandelver
Vesna March - L1 Cleric in Etharis
DM The Missing Farmer
"Well, let's go then," Nesyax says. "It's probably best to just have Kitaer stay here with the creature rather than try to drag it around." She pauses a moment, looking - almost staring - at Daryos. "What are we going to do with the thing? Is it really worth the effort to keep it around?"
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
"As far as I can tell the thing has agreed to take us to the Bone Collector, not sure we will find our way without it." The young white-haired noble explains with a polite smile. "It is still a valuable source of information for us I would say but if it causes too much trouble I suppose we will need to dispose of it." He adds plainly.
"We do have the other corpse to dissect... But a live and talking specimen is always a bonus," Kitaer agrees. "So long as they behave..."
"We can leave it here to be watched by Ren and to mention that Hank and Dean would have no trouble killing the little blighter. I can also leave my familiar here so it can warn me if something amiss happens. That way all of us can go to the Tavern." suggests Stasyn.
"Alright, we would need to collect the minion before we leave for the Bone Collector but let us go together to the tavern now and leave the minion here for now." The diciosioneer finally decides, ready to head over to the tavern.
"Alright then, so Kitaer is staying to babysit?" Nexyax asks. She is clearly ready to depart for the tavern.
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
"No, I don't think he is needed for that. Besides, he is our hoardsperson and should be present when we conduct business deals." Daryos says with a firm but polite tone.
Kitaer merely shrugs. "Let's move on then..."
Stasyn grabs his pack and leaves for the tavern.
Vesna is also ready to leave with the rest of the group.
Aeran Dormaris - L2 Paladin on his way to Phandelver
Vesna March - L1 Cleric in Etharis
DM The Missing Farmer
Ren offers to dissect the dead faevlin and report back any useful findings if the group wishes before agreeing to watch the surviving faevlin. He leaves the prisoner tied up in the basement and slides the desk over top of the hatch in hopes of preventing the creatures escape. "Good luck and be sure to make us some money!" The lizardfolk says with a grin as the group departs towards Leadbelly's tavern.
The trip down the road is fairly uneventful. The stench of rotting corpses seems stronger today as the sun rises high and is warmer than the previous day. Before long the group is standing in front of the tavern and the wooden doll-like creature allows you all to pass unbothered. Once inside the dimly lit bar, you notice that it is much emptier than the last time you were here. A dirty looking man that appears to be passed out at his table towards the corner of the room while two muscular figures sit at the bar near the dwarvern tavern keeper. Mr. leadbelly is behind the bar cleaning a tankard as you make your way inside. He looks around and then grins as you enter. "So have you decided to take me up on my offer then? Hope you brought the goods..." He says with a smile. As he says this the two figures turn to face the group and remain fixated on the party.
"Yes and no." The young white-haired noble says with a polite smile. "That is, we have decided to accept your offer but we haven't brought tha barrels with us. I'm sure you're friends over there would be happy to help with bringing them here so you can make sure you get what is yours." Daryos continues, briefly glancing over at the two muscular figures at the bar. "We will follow you back as soon as you are ready though, we will need to use the daylight for our little excursion outside the walls." He says a bit more quietly as he steps closer to Mr. Leadbelly. "Ready when you are."
Persuasion if needed: 11 Another roll if help action is provided: 15 + Guidance: 4
As Daryos headed over to talk to the barkeeper, Nesyax stepped out into the room, looking around at the people there this morning. She focuses in on the man that seems passed out. 'Awful early to be that far into his cups,' she thinks. She watches him for a few moments. (Insight: 19)
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
Kitaer focuses on the two muscular figures sitting at the bar and eyes them up trying to determine if they're merely customers who like to get an early start, bodyguards for Leadbelly or possibly some kind of threat. (Insight: Nat 1-1 for a total of 0!) "How you guys doing?" Kitaer asks, actually not even giving them much of a thought at all.
The one-armed dwarf smiles to Daryos. "My friends will stay with me. I'll send my wife with a cart to your little church headquarters to fetch my payment... I assume Render won't mind helping her to load the cart... not that she needs it" he says sternly with a small grin. "We can head out in just a moment" Leadbelly says with a nod to one of the muscular figures nearby. They silently move towards passed out patron and give them a hard shake. The figure at the table wakes up in a small pool of their own drool and is lifted to their feet.
Nesyax is able to recognize that the old man is actually the same man that had been selling vegetables not far from the Wet Weasel... and although they seem as though they had been trying to sleep, Nesyax thinks that perhaps the man hadn't been sleeping as soundly as he is letting on..
The muscular figure quickly leads the man to the door and sends him out into the bright morning sun before shutting the door behind him. Leadbelly moves to a back room where he can be heard communicating to a female voice that you assume to be either his wife or his child before returning a moment later. When he returns, he is holding a fishing pole in his hand with what appears to be a very strange and brightly colored lure dangling from the tip. Seeing Mr. Leadbelly with his pole, his two guards move behind the bar and pull out a set of nets and a harpoon. Once the three of them have collected their equipment, the muscular dwarf nods to Daryos and then the rest of the group. "Alright... let's go fishing." He says before making his way towards the destroyed docks.
After a few minutes, the group approaches the docks where Fisk is casually tossing a net into the churning sea below. He turns as he hears the footsteps of the group approaching and upon seeing the dwarf and his fishing pole, he gives a simple nod and places his net on the ground. The large group of individuals on the docks catches the eye of the guards on the wall and the ballista slowly turns to point towards you all. The dwarf and his two men seem unphased as Leadbelly simply raises the rod and swings it above his head. The large brightly colored lure sparkles in the sunlight and after a few motions with the pole, the guards on the wall give a nod and turn their backs to the group before casually making their way down the ramparts away from the water.
After a few moments the guards on the wall are gone and Fisk leads Leadbelly and the party down a small decrepit looking ladder and pulls a moldy green tarp from the top of a large rowboat of some kind. The boat is upsidown and painted to look like wet rocks. The two muscular men pick up the upsidown boat and make their a few feet closer to the water where a rope tied to the docks seems to disappear into the water. The men the position themselves so that the boat is above their head and still upsidown so that the painted bottom is facing upwards.
"Get under the boat and grab hold of the rope." Leadbelly says as he waits for the group to comply....
The gaurds are both large human males. They simply give a small grunt and shrug in response to the minotaur.
Upon seeing the disguised boat Stasyn says "I admire your ingenuity though I dislike the idea of getting wet. Very well I will comply" Stasyn moves under the boat and holds onto the rope with an uncomfortable look. His grip was light at first, but he takes a firmer grip as he rather not be shot by the guards for what they are about to do.
Nesyax had watched the vegetable salesman a brief bit in the bar, but then turned her attention more to the discussion with the barkeeper. As the others left, she followed. She watched with interest as the guards turned away. 'That's a nifty trick,' she thinks. 'Wonder what exactly is the message to the guards - maybe the strange colored lure. But does he pay them in coin?'
When they are told to get under the boat she complies. Not the nicest accommodation but if that's what would get them to the other side, then she'd live with it. Once there she locates the rope to grab ahold.
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
The young white-haired noble nods and follows along to the waterside, the team first stopping by briefly at HQ to pick up any extra gear needed for their excursion as well as the thoroughly gagged, bound and bundled up minion that Kitear hopefully can carry on his back for now. He makes note of the guards' reactions and makes a mental note of following that up at a later time. He hesitates for moment but then he nods and moves to grab hold of the rope under the camouflaged boat.