Chetin nods, "Wonderful, I'll be back soon then, although I'll be sure to tell our new team of our first meal together." He goes out of the room and heads to the mess hall. Upon seeing Borg and Cora he heads to them, "Hello miss Borg and miss Crispy, I just wanted to tell you both of the team meal that we should all have later on." Before they could answer, he notices the kobold sorcerer. "Ah sir Belcharion! A moment please!"
Borg watches as Chetin invites her and cora out, she nods in acceptance and is about to speak when he runs off, she just sjrugs and looks to cora. "Well it seems we have a dste with the team tonight."
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Kres - Aarakocra Monk - Level 1 - Lost Mines of Phandelver
The half-elf chuckles as Belch's gesture, taking the silver piece. "I'll bring you a second platter and a jug of berry juice to go with it." She says, going and piling up plates for everyone with a hearty meal of vegetables, large pieces of cooked beef, and some extras on the side. Quite a substantial meal for 4 copper.
The kobold at the red table draws a shortsword and holds it aloft. "I'm gonna be the best swordsman ever!" He declares, to which the other chuckle. The two dragonborn look to Jaylin. "We're all from the same neighbourhood actually." One of them explains. "We all decided we wanted to become adventurers together. A couple of years later the guild started up, so we trained to become strong enough to join."
Warren seats himself with the Blue group there, who look on as he gulps down the food with uncanny speed. The tritons seem slightly repulsed by the lack of table manners. The human pats Warren on the back. "Ease up, feller. The food's already dead, no need to rush it." He says with a chuckle. "Guess you're the latest Team Blue, eh? Well, welcome from Blue Seven."
"Not much of a story. Left my Pa's farm to join the army. After I finished my tour, they asked me to leave. Started lookin' for work that would help people. Found my way here."
Akaas wanders into the mess hall and looks around pleasantly, spotting the green kobold carrying a very full platter to the red table. The old halfling walks over, nodding politely at the two black dragonborn, elf, kobold, and gnomes he has never met. "Good afternoon," he says. "As we were instructed to choose rooms matching our name, I feel safe in assuming that as a new member of the Crimson Fang, I would sit at the red table as well." He chuckles. "I also see my new acquaintance, the apple-wielding kobold is also sitting here." He gives Belch a little wink and sits down beside him. "It got very quiet upstairs, so I decided I would see where everyone went."
Brazzak stares agog, but still chewing. Between the farm and the army, the concept of being without food is positively foreign to him.
He finishes eating and the cloud of deep thought passes from his mind. He pushes his tray away and an odd rumble escapes his throat, somewhere between a gargle and a purr but with a slight crackle.
"Heh, heh, heh. Wanna see somthin' funny?"
The other Dragonborn at the table either stifle their chuckles or roll their eyes in disgust.
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(Warren has payed :) )
"Oh, OK."
Brazzak fishes a sliver piece out of his pocket and places it on the counter.
"Hold onta the change and use it if there's someone that can't pay, please sir."
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"An Azoor is a kinda blue? Darn. I was kinda hopin' to fight one and keep its claws."
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Retcon:
Warren will cover Brazzaks cost
"You can pay me back later B"
Johann pays the 4 copper also.
Chetin nods, "Wonderful, I'll be back soon then, although I'll be sure to tell our new team of our first meal together." He goes out of the room and heads to the mess hall. Upon seeing Borg and Cora he heads to them, "Hello miss Borg and miss Crispy, I just wanted to tell you both of the team meal that we should all have later on." Before they could answer, he notices the kobold sorcerer. "Ah sir Belcharion! A moment please!"
(On phone, having eyes checked.)
Belch scratches his chin for a moment and pulls out a silver piece placing it on the window sill. "More money more food please"
"I'll pass" Jaylin said to the Kobold, he then turns to his party which was sitting around the table "so, how did you all get involved with the guild"
Marvarax and Sora (Dragonborn) The retired fighter and WIP scholar - Glory
Brythel(Dwarf), The dwarf with a gun - survival at sea
Jaylin(Human), Paladin of Lathander's Ancient ways - The Seven Saints (Azura Claw)
Urselles(Goblin), Cleric of Eldath- The Wizard's challenge
Viclas Tyrin(Half Elf), Student of the Elven arts- Indrafatmoko's Defiance in Phlan
Borg watches as Chetin invites her and cora out, she nods in acceptance and is about to speak when he runs off, she just sjrugs and looks to cora. "Well it seems we have a dste with the team tonight."
Kres - Aarakocra Monk - Level 1 - Lost Mines of Phandelver
The half-elf chuckles as Belch's gesture, taking the silver piece. "I'll bring you a second platter and a jug of berry juice to go with it." She says, going and piling up plates for everyone with a hearty meal of vegetables, large pieces of cooked beef, and some extras on the side. Quite a substantial meal for 4 copper.
The kobold at the red table draws a shortsword and holds it aloft. "I'm gonna be the best swordsman ever!" He declares, to which the other chuckle.
The two dragonborn look to Jaylin. "We're all from the same neighbourhood actually." One of them explains. "We all decided we wanted to become adventurers together. A couple of years later the guild started up, so we trained to become strong enough to join."
Warren seats himself with the Blue group there, who look on as he gulps down the food with uncanny speed. The tritons seem slightly repulsed by the lack of table manners. The human pats Warren on the back. "Ease up, feller. The food's already dead, no need to rush it." He says with a chuckle. "Guess you're the latest Team Blue, eh? Well, welcome from Blue Seven."
"Not much of a story. Left my Pa's farm to join the army. After I finished my tour, they asked me to leave. Started lookin' for work that would help people. Found my way here."
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"sworry.... havent eaten...."
Warren starts to cough as something goes down the wrong way. After a few moments he perks back up.
"I haven't eaten in three days. Its kinda why I'm here: food and lodging. "
“Sounds good.“ she says, “Come on. Im thirsty.”
Akaas wanders into the mess hall and looks around pleasantly, spotting the green kobold carrying a very full platter to the red table. The old halfling walks over, nodding politely at the two black dragonborn, elf, kobold, and gnomes he has never met. "Good afternoon," he says. "As we were instructed to choose rooms matching our name, I feel safe in assuming that as a new member of the Crimson Fang, I would sit at the red table as well." He chuckles. "I also see my new acquaintance, the apple-wielding kobold is also sitting here." He gives Belch a little wink and sits down beside him. "It got very quiet upstairs, so I decided I would see where everyone went."
"Well, I'm looking for something, and being an adventurer seems like the best way to find it." says Johann
(Sorry, on my phone, can't bold)
Borg then leaves with Cora and heads to a nearby tavern.
Kres - Aarakocra Monk - Level 1 - Lost Mines of Phandelver
Brazzak nearly chokes on a mouthful.
"FREE MAYS?"
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Warren chomps down on a roast carrot.
"Yeah three days or there about. It's not that long, food's not so easy to come across out on the streets. You take what you can when you can."
Brazzak stares agog, but still chewing. Between the farm and the army, the concept of being without food is positively foreign to him.
He finishes eating and the cloud of deep thought passes from his mind. He pushes his tray away and an odd rumble escapes his throat, somewhere between a gargle and a purr but with a slight crackle.
"Heh, heh, heh. Wanna see somthin' funny?"
The other Dragonborn at the table either stifle their chuckles or roll their eyes in disgust.
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