Belzin laughs again at the woman, "I'll wait here, bring your party here when your ready, we can set our course accordingly. Just know that gold is not something I am particularly motivated by." He opens his pack and begins to organize his belongings for the journey.
"Silence on my part isn't the problem. Not knowing what I'm silent about, however, is."
Aurelia heeded more to the rules of the sea than any part of the land she had ever visited. Her moral compass was a tad bit different than that of most landdwellers, but the man in front of her didn't have any such trust to lend in regards to his furute endeavors. Judging by that, the triton understood when a conversation was over. She reached forward and hooked a pearly white finger into the string that tied the bag together, but she didn't move it yet.
"Knowing my stance on the matter, are you confident I can't help?"
Crispy shrugged at the halfling. "No problem." She said, and went back inside. She stood there for a minute, thinking things over.
So here we had a halfling waiting for me to "bring my party" outside, but I had no party, just an intention to find a group and make some money. The halfling was getting ready for that quest he bellowed out but no one was joining him yet. He wasn't interested in what the triton woman was up to with that quest and the huge reward, and fair enough, some people aren't motivated by money. And speaking of the triton woman, she has having a conversation upstairs with a dragonborn. She barely paid attention to you a moment ago, she mentioned to herself.
What the heck is this, she wondered, I have to pick a group to hang out with? I miss the old days when the Commander just TOLD me what to do. But those days were long gone, and you need a job, or else you're going to starve to death. Should I subtle about it? Should I just muscle my way into a group?
"Silence on my part isn't the problem. Not knowing what I'm silent about, however, is."
Aurelia heeded more to the rules of the sea than any part of the land she had ever visited. Her moral compass was a tad bit different than that of most landdwellers, but the man in front of her didn't have any such trust to lend in regards to his furute endeavors. Judging by that, the triton understood when a conversation was over. She reached forward and hooked a pearly white finger into the string that tied the bag together, but she didn't move it yet.
"Knowing my stance on the matter, are you confident I can't help?"
[ Feel free to roll persuasion, insight, or the like, I'll mostly just say it to notify if you have advantage or not ]
He leans forward to whisper into her ear, ( Shall be pmed to you ), and he goes back to his position, "And I'm not judging your ability to do so, it is just a matter of confidential secrets. I can defend myself, but I can't protect all my cargo."
Joza didn't know what to make of all this. Sure, it isn't his first time amongst rowdy locals, but tends to put him on edge. It's so easy to fall back into old habits in a crowd. After all, there aren't a lot of places better to hide than in plane sight. He looked around and felt that old itch. That little whisper in the back of his mind. Maybe just checking everyone out wouldn't be a problem? People window shop all the time, right? Nothing wrong with that, right?
Perception check to see what valuables or shiny things are in sight: 16
He runs a claw through his feathers and shakes his head. Just let it go. Can't do anything about those shiny things anyway. Joza looks down to the black iron band closed around his wrist. He had to get his mind off of things. That's when he saw the halfling make his declaration. Joza needed a job. A job to make some coin and keep his hands busy. So he followed outside and stood, somewhat awkwardly, in silence next the halfling.
Joza didn't know what to make of all this. Sure, it isn't his first time amongst rowdy locals, but tends to put him on edge. It's so easy to fall back into old habits in a crowd. After all, there aren't a lot of places better to hide than in plane sight. He looked around and felt that old itch. That little whisper in the back of his mind. Maybe just checking everyone out wouldn't be a problem? People window shop all the time, right? Nothing wrong with that, right?
Perception check to see what valuables or shiny things are in sight: 16
He runs a claw through his feathers and shakes his head. Just let it go. Can't do anything about those shiny things anyway. Joza looks down to the black iron band closed around his wrist. He had to get his mind off of things. That's when he saw the halfling make his declaration. Joza needed a job. A job to make some coin and keep his hands busy. So he followed outside and stood, somewhat awkwardly, in silence next the halfling.
As you rake over the equipment of the adventurers, taking more note of the more seasoned ones gear. One mage proudly showing her emerald choker, or the rugged fighter by her, cracking his knuckles over the familiar ruby stones yet bond in silver, quite a contrast to your iron holding. You see more and more jewelry and decide to look away, perhaps for the best.
8 Insight to discern if what he whispered sounds sincere.
"I can respect that."
None of what she had heard sounded alarming. The law of the land was confusing, and while she had learned to stay within it, it didn't mean she always thought of it as just. Aurelia leaned forward again, giving the dragonkin every chance to maintain a very secretive discussion.
"It's been a while since I've protected a ship, and I long to do so again. Could you tell me the nature of your cargo? By all means, no details."
23 Persuasion to make him disclose just the bare minimum about the cargo.
"Hello my fine feathered friend." Belzin greets cheerfully. "Did the funny human woman send you? She said she would attempt to gather some others. It sounds like we have our choice of adventures. Gold, gems and treasures galore, I reckon." Belzin stops organizing his pack and appraches the figure "Belzins the name." He extends a small hand for a shake.
8 Insight to discern if what he whispered sounds sincere.
"I can respect that."
None of what she had heard sounded alarming. The law of the land was confusing, and while she had learned to stay within it, it didn't mean she always thought of it as just. Aurelia leaned forward again, giving the dragonkin every chance to maintain a very secretive discussion.
"It's been a while since I've protected a ship, and I long to do so again. Could you tell me the nature of your cargo? By all means, no details."
23 Persuasion to make him disclose just the bare minimum about the cargo.
He seems to be telling the truth as far as you can tell.
He sighs as he looks to you once more, "You tritons are known for you sea faring ability and I suppose the matters of my city affect your people or even yourself much. Come follow me then." He stands up and walks away from the table, ushering you to his room. (The following shall be done in pms until Aurelia leaves the room or yells.)
Aurelia gets up and follows him into the room, but while doing so she looks down onto the first door of the tavern, searching for the woman she ran into when she spoke to the young girl. Hooked on her finger is the bag of gold.
13 Perception to find Crispy in the crowd to see if she's still there.
Aurelia gets up and follows him into the room, but while doing so she looks down onto the first door of the tavern, searching for the woman she ran into when she spoke to the young girl. Hooked on her finger is the bag of gold.
20 Perception to find Crispy in the crowd to see if she's still there.
You see Crispy making her way to the bar to drink, mug in hand already as courtesy of the halfling who left the tavern. She seems to be getting another drink. The bag in hand is quite hefty coming to about 5 pounds.
"Hello my fine feathered friend." Belzin greets cheerfully. "Did the funny human woman send you? She said she would attempt to gather some others. It sounds like we have our choice of adventures. Gold, gems and treasures galore, I reckon." Belzin stops organizing his pack and appraches the figure "Belzins the name." He extends a small hand for a shake.
He cocks his head a bit to one side and then the other. Finally, he takes the hand and gives it a firm shake. He then repeats Belzin's name in almost the exact same voice as the Halflings.
Crispy couldn't believe this ale tasted so good. Back home, the swill they served was pretty vile. She gulped down the last four gulps, set the glass down a little too hard, and let out a not so stifled burp. With a loud "AAHHH", she leaned back and began to think about what she would do next when she could feel someone looking at her from the back of her head.
She turned, it was the triton. With one leg, Crispy pulled out the chair next to her, as if it was an invitation to sit.
Aurelia raised her hand to the woman, signaling that she would return - hopefully soon. Then she hung the bag of coin on her belt, closed the door and joined the dragonkin in the room.
Crispy eyed her for a moment, shrugged, and pulled the seat back in with her leg, waving for another drink to the least busiest employee. Another patron in the tavern pulled the seat out next to her to sit down, the same one she was saving for whoever had a quest and wanted her to join, and she gave the man an icy stare. She locked her leg around the seat, and the man couldn't pull it out anymore. Before the man could exhale the words he was going to say, she said "Get lost, toerag, this seat's taken." The man gave her a look that resembled audacity, but decided against making a fuss. Crispy was slightly disappointed, but she didn't want to get kicked out of another bar just for beating up it's patrons.
When the Triton woman made her way upstairs, Hatt turned his attention back to the many notices about people gone missing in Mire Mists, and he focused his attention on the official-looking one. He reaches a hand up to take it, then pulls it back and rests it on his chest, touching the shirt where it covers his holy amulet. He mutters a prayer to himself: Goddess, if it is your will that I take up this quest, then send me a sign. In the meantime, I’m going to get a drink. Hope you don’t mind.
He turns away from the notice board and walks towards the bar; though the room is rather crowded, it’s no trouble for a halfling to dodge his way through between the table. He scans the room for free chairs, and sees a few at a table nearby where a human woman is sitting. A man attempts to take the seat next to her, but it's apparently taken, so Hatt sits down opposite her.
Do you mind if I sit down? Oh, and did Mr. Short’n’loud have anything more to say for himself?
Crispy takes another gulp of her ale, waiting for the triton to return, and turns to her left where she had heard someone speaking to her. She turned and didn't see anyone, but then looked a little down and noticed another halfling. This one had taken the seat that wasn't reserved. And he actually asked.
"I don't mUrRRPind." She burped, mostly to herself. "You're the second halfling i've seen today. Must be my lucky day. Teeny McWeeman is outside. You two know each other? Bunch of us are looking for something to do around here. Me included. I'm new around these parts and I heard there was a job board. Turns out there is, and a few of us people I don't really know are trying to get something together. I think the Triton around here has the best lead. If she wants me to join i'd consider it."
She then does a double take, just to make sure the halfling wasn't the same one from outside.
Aurelia exits the room with a bow. Her eyes turned in the same direction she had seen the woman prior to entering, and to her delight she was still seated at the same table. It didn't take her long, and when she reached the first floor the triton made way through the crowd. First she located the man to who she had given the post about the journey at sea.
"I don't mean to bother you, but if you could please give this to Sasha that'd make me very happy."
She reached down and removed the bag from her belt. If 4,500 gold would eventually come their way, she would gladly part with this small token of wealth. When she had handed it over, Aurelia made way towards the table, noting the halfling that had joined since she last saw the woman.
"I'm sorry for leaving you hanging before. I wanted to strike while the iron was hot." She said to the woman, offering a smile. "May I sit?"
"I swear to Hells, if that's another halfli-" Crispy mutters to herself as the triton pleasantly speaks. She slowly turns to the right. "Ah, the triton woman!" Crispy sighs, relieved. She pulls the chair out of for her with her leg, again, and gestures to it, matching her smile. "Please."
Taking no cautions to hide her curiosity, Crispy looks the triton over, as if she had never seen a person like this before, which was true.
Hatt waves to the passing waiter for some ale, and smiles brightly at the woman. Who, him? No, no-one I know. He looks a little like my cousin Poto around the nose, I suppose… Hatt goes silent for a moment, comparing noses in his mind.
Oh, and I’m looking for work, too, as it happens. It’s hard to find the right people to go with. I’m Hatt, by the way, very nice to meet you. He extends his hand to the human woman, just as a figure approaches from the side – the Triton woman he had noticed earlier.
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Belzin laughs again at the woman, "I'll wait here, bring your party here when your ready, we can set our course accordingly. Just know that gold is not something I am particularly motivated by." He opens his pack and begins to organize his belongings for the journey.
||PbP: Tarvyn's World... DM||
"Silence on my part isn't the problem. Not knowing what I'm silent about, however, is."
Aurelia heeded more to the rules of the sea than any part of the land she had ever visited. Her moral compass was a tad bit different than that of most landdwellers, but the man in front of her didn't have any such trust to lend in regards to his furute endeavors. Judging by that, the triton understood when a conversation was over. She reached forward and hooked a pearly white finger into the string that tied the bag together, but she didn't move it yet.
"Knowing my stance on the matter, are you confident I can't help?"
Crispy shrugged at the halfling. "No problem." She said, and went back inside. She stood there for a minute, thinking things over.
So here we had a halfling waiting for me to "bring my party" outside, but I had no party, just an intention to find a group and make some money. The halfling was getting ready for that quest he bellowed out but no one was joining him yet. He wasn't interested in what the triton woman was up to with that quest and the huge reward, and fair enough, some people aren't motivated by money. And speaking of the triton woman, she has having a conversation upstairs with a dragonborn. She barely paid attention to you a moment ago, she mentioned to herself.
What the heck is this, she wondered, I have to pick a group to hang out with? I miss the old days when the Commander just TOLD me what to do. But those days were long gone, and you need a job, or else you're going to starve to death. Should I subtle about it? Should I just muscle my way into a group?
Eh. I'm going to have another drink.
Joza didn't know what to make of all this. Sure, it isn't his first time amongst rowdy locals, but tends to put him on edge. It's so easy to fall back into old habits in a crowd. After all, there aren't a lot of places better to hide than in plane sight. He looked around and felt that old itch. That little whisper in the back of his mind. Maybe just checking everyone out wouldn't be a problem? People window shop all the time, right? Nothing wrong with that, right?
Perception check to see what valuables or shiny things are in sight: 16
He runs a claw through his feathers and shakes his head. Just let it go. Can't do anything about those shiny things anyway. Joza looks down to the black iron band closed around his wrist. He had to get his mind off of things. That's when he saw the halfling make his declaration. Joza needed a job. A job to make some coin and keep his hands busy. So he followed outside and stood, somewhat awkwardly, in silence next the halfling.
8 Insight to discern if what he whispered sounds sincere.
"I can respect that."
None of what she had heard sounded alarming. The law of the land was confusing, and while she had learned to stay within it, it didn't mean she always thought of it as just. Aurelia leaned forward again, giving the dragonkin every chance to maintain a very secretive discussion.
"It's been a while since I've protected a ship, and I long to do so again. Could you tell me the nature of your cargo? By all means, no details."
23 Persuasion to make him disclose just the bare minimum about the cargo.
"Hello my fine feathered friend." Belzin greets cheerfully. "Did the funny human woman send you? She said she would attempt to gather some others. It sounds like we have our choice of adventures. Gold, gems and treasures galore, I reckon." Belzin stops organizing his pack and appraches the figure "Belzins the name." He extends a small hand for a shake.
||PbP: Tarvyn's World... DM||
Aurelia gets up and follows him into the room, but while doing so she looks down onto the first door of the tavern, searching for the woman she ran into when she spoke to the young girl. Hooked on her finger is the bag of gold.
13 Perception to find Crispy in the crowd to see if she's still there.
Crispy couldn't believe this ale tasted so good. Back home, the swill they served was pretty vile. She gulped down the last four gulps, set the glass down a little too hard, and let out a not so stifled burp. With a loud "AAHHH", she leaned back and began to think about what she would do next when she could feel someone looking at her from the back of her head.
She turned, it was the triton. With one leg, Crispy pulled out the chair next to her, as if it was an invitation to sit.
Aurelia raised her hand to the woman, signaling that she would return - hopefully soon. Then she hung the bag of coin on her belt, closed the door and joined the dragonkin in the room.
Crispy eyed her for a moment, shrugged, and pulled the seat back in with her leg, waving for another drink to the least busiest employee. Another patron in the tavern pulled the seat out next to her to sit down, the same one she was saving for whoever had a quest and wanted her to join, and she gave the man an icy stare. She locked her leg around the seat, and the man couldn't pull it out anymore. Before the man could exhale the words he was going to say, she said "Get lost, toerag, this seat's taken." The man gave her a look that resembled audacity, but decided against making a fuss. Crispy was slightly disappointed, but she didn't want to get kicked out of another bar just for beating up it's patrons.
When the Triton woman made her way upstairs, Hatt turned his attention back to the many notices about people gone missing in Mire Mists, and he focused his attention on the official-looking one. He reaches a hand up to take it, then pulls it back and rests it on his chest, touching the shirt where it covers his holy amulet. He mutters a prayer to himself: Goddess, if it is your will that I take up this quest, then send me a sign. In the meantime, I’m going to get a drink. Hope you don’t mind.
He turns away from the notice board and walks towards the bar; though the room is rather crowded, it’s no trouble for a halfling to dodge his way through between the table. He scans the room for free chairs, and sees a few at a table nearby where a human woman is sitting. A man attempts to take the seat next to her, but it's apparently taken, so Hatt sits down opposite her.
Do you mind if I sit down? Oh, and did Mr. Short’n’loud have anything more to say for himself?
Crispy takes another gulp of her ale, waiting for the triton to return, and turns to her left where she had heard someone speaking to her. She turned and didn't see anyone, but then looked a little down and noticed another halfling. This one had taken the seat that wasn't reserved. And he actually asked.
"I don't mUrRRPind." She burped, mostly to herself. "You're the second halfling i've seen today. Must be my lucky day. Teeny McWeeman is outside. You two know each other? Bunch of us are looking for something to do around here. Me included. I'm new around these parts and I heard there was a job board. Turns out there is, and a few of us people I don't really know are trying to get something together. I think the Triton around here has the best lead. If she wants me to join i'd consider it."
She then does a double take, just to make sure the halfling wasn't the same one from outside.
Aurelia exits the room with a bow. Her eyes turned in the same direction she had seen the woman prior to entering, and to her delight she was still seated at the same table. It didn't take her long, and when she reached the first floor the triton made way through the crowd. First she located the man to who she had given the post about the journey at sea.
"I don't mean to bother you, but if you could please give this to Sasha that'd make me very happy."
She reached down and removed the bag from her belt. If 4,500 gold would eventually come their way, she would gladly part with this small token of wealth. When she had handed it over, Aurelia made way towards the table, noting the halfling that had joined since she last saw the woman.
"I'm sorry for leaving you hanging before. I wanted to strike while the iron was hot." She said to the woman, offering a smile. "May I sit?"
"I swear to Hells, if that's another halfli-" Crispy mutters to herself as the triton pleasantly speaks. She slowly turns to the right. "Ah, the triton woman!" Crispy sighs, relieved. She pulls the chair out of for her with her leg, again, and gestures to it, matching her smile. "Please."
Taking no cautions to hide her curiosity, Crispy looks the triton over, as if she had never seen a person like this before, which was true.
Hatt waves to the passing waiter for some ale, and smiles brightly at the woman. Who, him? No, no-one I know. He looks a little like my cousin Poto around the nose, I suppose… Hatt goes silent for a moment, comparing noses in his mind.
Oh, and I’m looking for work, too, as it happens. It’s hard to find the right people to go with. I’m Hatt, by the way, very nice to meet you. He extends his hand to the human woman, just as a figure approaches from the side – the Triton woman he had noticed earlier.