Drako listens as the midwife talks about her family history with Chauntea in fascination. To Adabra's question Drako says, "Well as a dragonborn, there's a connection to him. A kinship of sorts. Plus I began as a blacksmith. Eventually you've made enough weapons and armor that you feel it's time to take action when bringing good into the world." He drinks some tea, "Good tea by the way. I can never seem to get the temperature and steeping time right myself." He has a bit of bread before continuing, "Tempests are an interesting thing. Some see the destruction of storms and believe they're inherently malevolent. But at the same time they can bring life and wonder. Watering fields. Delighting in the light of a lightning strike."
When Nigel gets ready to go Drako does so too. "Thank you very much for the meal and healing. You're in good hands with Magna and the Rix Roller." Turning to the wizard he says, "Candlekeep? I've heard vague things about but it seems it's a renowned library? I wish you the best of luck with that. Hopefully we can find something here to get your name in those annals."
Adabra smiles warmly at Nigel's introduction, clearly impressed by his ambitions. "Well met, Nigel Forsythe," she says, her tone friendly and appreciative. "The Spirit Soaring and Candlekeep Library are renowned for their vast troves of knowledge. Your aspirations are noble, and I have no doubt that with your dedication, you'll see your works housed in those great halls of learning."
To Drako:
Adabra listens with a warm smile as Drako speaks. "Goodness, your path from blacksmith to cleric is truly honorable. I've no doubt yours is a path that will bring light to these dark times we live in. As for the tea, It does take patience to get it just right, much like blacksmithing."
Adabra reflects on Drako's words about tempests. "Nature's duality is indeed fascinating. Chauntea teaches us to respect both nurturing and destructive forces. Your insight into storms mirrors that wisdom beautifully."
To Vabrix and Magna:
Adabra's eyes soften with gratitude as she listens to Vabrix and Magna. "Thank you both for your kindness and willingness to stay," she says warmly. "Your presence will be a great comfort."
She gestures toward the staircase. "The third floor has guest rooms. Please make yourselves at home. It's not often I have company, but I always keep those rooms ready for travelers and friends."
Looking at Vabrix, she adds with a smile, "And Rix, feel free to enjoy as much food and drink as you'd like. Your strength and courage are very much appreciated."
Turning to Magna, she says, "Magna, I’d be delighted to share my knowledge of potions and herbal remedies with you. It’s always a joy to meet someone with a shared passion."
Vabrix's Farewell (for now):
Vabrix, still munching on some bread, looks at Drako with a wide, sincere grin. "Drako, buddy, it was awesome fighting 'longside you. Take care, alright? Keep beating those bad guys with your lightning breath! And wizard man," he turns to Nigel with a teasing grin, "don't forget to write 'bout all the cool stuff I did. Be safe, both of you."
Magna's Farewell (for now):
Magna, usually more reserved, steps forward with a small, genuine smile. "Drako, Nigel, it was an interesting experience traveling with you. If you ever need any healing or herbal remedies, you know where to find me. Be well and stay safe."
Adabra Gwynn currently has six (6) Potion of Healing (common) in stock. For saving her, she gives you all a 50% discount (25gp for each potion). Every ten days (a week), she produces up to two (2) potions of healing (I roll how many she has for that week).
"I thank you for the offer," says Drako as Nigel hands him the potion, "but I already have healing abilities from Bahamut. I think it would be better if you keep it. Though if we meet others in Phandalin that are also seeking to help this area, perhaps it would be a way to help them get equipped."
[[ Plan on keeping Healing Word in his prepared spells all the time. So figure it's okay to have some without natural healing abilities to keep the potion. And ready to head back to town whenever. ]]
Adabra looks at the gems, inspects them, and when she notices the brand of Abbathor, will hand the gems back to Nigel. Unfortunately, she wants nothing to do with them.
However, I will say that Magna will take the gems, offers to exchange them at the Miner's Exchange Guild in Phandalin, and will then return with the 50gp. She says that in her animal form, she is capable of carrying all of her equipment inside her new form.
Adabra will agree, and will hand over two (2) Potions of Healing to Nigel.
Nestled in the rocky foothills of the snow-capped Sword Mountains is the mining town of Phandalin, which consists of forty or fifty simple log buildings. Crumbling stone ruins surround the newer houses and shops, showing how this must have been a much larger town in centuries past.
Phandalin’s residents are quiet, hard-working folk who came from distant cities to eke out a life amid the harsh wilderness. They are farmers, stonecutters, blacksmiths, traders, prospectors, and children. The town has no walls and no garrison, but most of the adults keep weapons within easy reach in case the need for arms should arise.
Visitors are welcome here, particularly if they have coin to spend or news to share. The Stonehill Inn at the center of town offers modest lodging and meals. A couple of doors down from the inn, posted outside the townmaster’s hall, is a job board for adventurers.
Drako and Nigel: As you make your way in to Phandalin from the South, you pass by the Miner's Exchange, where you're able to exchange the Jeweled Dagger for 50gp, if you wish.
Phandalin Miner's Exchange
Miners come here to have their valuable finds weighed, measured, and paid out. The exchange also serves as an unofficial records office, registering claims to various streams and excavations around the area. Enough wealth is hidden in the nearby streams and valleys to support a good number of independent prospectors.
As you reach the Townmaster's Hall, Nigel remembers that Harbin Wester, the townspeaker, has been acting paranoid since the Dragon appeared in the area. So he has been secluded inside his home. However, you are able to slip the quest cards that have been signed by Dazlyn, Norbus, and Adabra underneath the main door to his house. He then slips out the rewards coin by coin (75gp total).
Townmaster's Hall
The townmaster’s hall has sturdy stone walls, a pitched wooden roof, and a bell tower at the back. The job board next to the front door features a sparse number of notices, all written in Common and in the same hand.
While Nigel collects the coins from the floor, Drako notices three people eying the quest board.
Darien, Grikiltha, and Pinja: Describe yourselves and/or share an image of your characters as they inspect the quest board in front of the Townmaster's Hall.
Standing before the quest board is a thin half-elven man with short black hair and deep olive skin. He wears a simple sleeveless gray tunic, dark gray pants, and a pair of worn leather boots. Makeshift armor of stitched-together animal hides covers his torso, and a wooden shield rests across his back. His left arm is tightly wrapped in bandages, almost completely covering deep burn scars that just peek out around his wrist and down his hand. His right arm is bare except for a dark red tattoo of a large snake whose body wraps around it from his bicep nearly down to his wrist. A charred wooden ring rests on his right middle finger, and he wears a gleaming silver scimitar at his waist.
Darien stares at the board, lost in thought as his eyes skim over the various tasks posted there. He’s no stranger to helping others out when he can, but the stakes feel so much higher with a dragon flying around. He absentmindedly runs his scarred hand over the serpent tattoo, murmuring in Primordial (seemingly to himself): “Don’t worry Zrava. We’ll find someone to help.”
A tall female tiefling sidles up to the quest board opposite Darien. She looks a little green around horns, and a mildly confused expression wrinkles her face. She smells faintly of the ocean mixed with brimstone. Her long black hair is disheveled. Her fine clothes are wrinkled - a deep purple tunic embroidered with silver thread and tall black silver-tipped boots. She steadies herself against the quest board with hands encased in black fashionable gloves.
She glances at Darien from under thick ram horns that jut out from her head and curl down around each side of her face. Her black cat eyes are cautious but friendly and she gives him a small smile. "Still trying to exchange my sea legs for dry land."
She notices the bandages and burn scars. "Accident in the kitchen?"She inquires lightly, as she turns toward the quest board and peruses the listings.
At the sound of another voice, Darien snaps out of his reverie. With his eyes on the board, he briefly remembers the notice of some gnomes that may have a tool for defeating the dragon before turning his attention to the young tiefling beside him. The corner of his mouth twitches upward into a slight grin. “Not quite,” he says, holding up the bandaged hand to show off a small orange flame dancing across his fingertips (produce flame). “Old scars, but your concern is appreciated kind stranger. I’m Darien,” he says, extinguishing the flame and holding his un-scarred hand out to the woman.
Grikiltha leans her against the board, fiddling with her pike, tossing it back and forth in her hands. She appears slightly darker green then most half orc, also on the shorter side but big muscular limbs. Covered in well used chain armor, with little to no care done for it, she watches the tip of the pike dance between tosses. "Too many words for me, just go the one with the biggest purse. Oh and stay away from talking one, unless you plan to do all the talking. I'm not much of a talker, but I am able to speak a language most can understand if ya know what I mean!" She slaps the end of her pike into the ground. Looking at Pinja, "Do you sway so while you walk so that the cowards who shoot from a far have harder time getting ya? Smart thinking really, but too much wiggling and wobbling for me."
"I wonder if we'll find anyone willing to make a delivery, Nigel." says Drako, "Willow left before I had a chance to pay her back and I intend to see that through."
As the conversation by the board gets into gear he notices the momentary flare up of fire. Group of people. Magic powers. Standing by the quest board. Fellow adventurers perhaps? The faces seemed vaguely familiar. He walks over to the trio, "Hello there!" The dragonborn smiles, perhaps a bit toothily but still friendly, "With a dragon flying about, a group of three isn't the safest in my opinion. My partner and I," he gestures over to the human wizard counting coins over by the townmaster's home, "are a little low on numbers ourselves at the moment. Perhaps Bahamut has blessed this day with the fortune of meeting?"
Grikiltha stops tossing her pike between her hands, instead she grabs the shaft with both hands and lazily pushes off the sign post and shifting her weight to the butt of the weapon. "You don't say about the dragon, well based on some similar characteristics I feel like I need to atleast ask the question, your not trying to recruit us to work with the dragon are you? Pardon the question but mentioning the dangers and well.." She draws a circle around her face with her index finger. "Well we just put this little trio together to try and help serve the folks here with there needs here up on the board, certainly not opposed to building the group out." She looks towards the other 2. "Well I assume that atleast."
Drako blinks his eyes in a moment of shock as the half-orc suggests he's working for the dragon. Glancing at the jobs board he responds, "I guess I should ask if you're working for those orcs attacking around Butterskull Ranch." He pauses with a stern look and emphasizes, "Based on some similar characteristics." He mimics her circle around the face. "If your answer to my question is what I hope it is, then you also have my answer."
“Oh, come now Grikiltha,” Darien says, turning his attention to the half orc he’d met the evening prior, “I’m sure he didn’t mean anything like that by mentioning the dragon.” Turning to the dragonborn he continues. “Please forgive my friend here. I hope you can understand we’re all just a bit on-edge with everything going on. A larger group sounds a great idea. The name’s Darien,” he says, extending his hand once more, “this here is Grikiltha, and we’ve just met our friend here,” and he gestures to the tiefling standing next to them at the board. “What did you and your partner have planned next?”
She puts a hand in the air, "didn't mean anything by it, just been burned before by not really knowing who I was working for so I thought it best to confirm that's all." She grins for a sec, "Why did they say something about me? Not envited to another family get together, never was momma's favorite." Grikiltha stretches out the hand She held up. "Help keep me from getting killed, I will put everything else in the dirt where it belongs, sound like a plan?"
"Pinja,” the Tiefling says taking the half-elf’s offered hand and shaking it firmly. Curiosity fills her eyes, as she glances again at his scars and the empty air where the fire flickered.
She then swivels her head to the half-orc.”I think you mean to say ‘saunter when you walk’.” She smiles, revealing fangs. “My mother says it’s due to my lack of a tail.” She gestures to the missing appendage, with a small roll of her eyes.
Seeing the Dragonborn arrive, and the banter that proceeds, she smiles amused. But then grows serious. She purses her lips. “Dragon, you say? Well, this day just keeps getting better and better. As someone not very familiar with this town, I‘m not opposed to traveling together.” Pinja glances at the Dragonborn, half-elf, and half-orc before her eyes settle on the human wizard in the distance. “Yes, what did you and your partner have planned next?"
Drako shakes Darien's hand. "Well met, Darien. The name's Drako."
To Grithika he thinks for a moment and then reaches out for a handshake. "I can agree to helping you not get killed. But you're gonna have to help me too." He gestures to her armor with a look of disbelief. It hurt his blacksmith eyes to see armor uncared for. "This is no condition to be keeping your armor in. I mean," he points out a spot with some missing rings, "you got to take care of this. There's a place in town that can help out if you're interested."
He turns to Pinja, looking over the tiefling. His eyes keep darting to her horns as he says, "Glad for the company. Truth be told, Nigel and myself just came back in town after seeing to a nearby midwife and a couple people we know decided to stay behind to give her protection. Haven't gotten any new plans yet. So perhaps this could be a first group decision."
“Well met,” Darien repeats back to Drako and Pinja, noticing Pinja’s continued interest in his scars and Drako’s interest in the tiefling’s horns (perception19). The young half-elf ignores this for now and turns his attention back to the board. “That seems agreeable to me. I’ve spent some time in Neverwinter Wood, though the logging camp would be quite the journey from here. You mentioned the orc attacks near Butterskull Ranch, and truthfully I’d probably be most inclined to go help with things out there. Have you and Nigel heard anything else about that in your recent travels?”
Drako listens as the midwife talks about her family history with Chauntea in fascination. To Adabra's question Drako says, "Well as a dragonborn, there's a connection to him. A kinship of sorts. Plus I began as a blacksmith. Eventually you've made enough weapons and armor that you feel it's time to take action when bringing good into the world." He drinks some tea, "Good tea by the way. I can never seem to get the temperature and steeping time right myself." He has a bit of bread before continuing, "Tempests are an interesting thing. Some see the destruction of storms and believe they're inherently malevolent. But at the same time they can bring life and wonder. Watering fields. Delighting in the light of a lightning strike."
When Nigel gets ready to go Drako does so too. "Thank you very much for the meal and healing. You're in good hands with Magna and the Rix Roller." Turning to the wizard he says, "Candlekeep? I've heard vague things about but it seems it's a renowned library? I wish you the best of luck with that. Hopefully we can find something here to get your name in those annals."
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To Nigel:
Adabra smiles warmly at Nigel's introduction, clearly impressed by his ambitions. "Well met, Nigel Forsythe," she says, her tone friendly and appreciative. "The Spirit Soaring and Candlekeep Library are renowned for their vast troves of knowledge. Your aspirations are noble, and I have no doubt that with your dedication, you'll see your works housed in those great halls of learning."
To Drako:
Adabra listens with a warm smile as Drako speaks. "Goodness, your path from blacksmith to cleric is truly honorable. I've no doubt yours is a path that will bring light to these dark times we live in. As for the tea, It does take patience to get it just right, much like blacksmithing."
Adabra reflects on Drako's words about tempests. "Nature's duality is indeed fascinating. Chauntea teaches us to respect both nurturing and destructive forces. Your insight into storms mirrors that wisdom beautifully."
To Vabrix and Magna:
Adabra's eyes soften with gratitude as she listens to Vabrix and Magna. "Thank you both for your kindness and willingness to stay," she says warmly. "Your presence will be a great comfort."
She gestures toward the staircase. "The third floor has guest rooms. Please make yourselves at home. It's not often I have company, but I always keep those rooms ready for travelers and friends."
Looking at Vabrix, she adds with a smile, "And Rix, feel free to enjoy as much food and drink as you'd like. Your strength and courage are very much appreciated."
Turning to Magna, she says, "Magna, I’d be delighted to share my knowledge of potions and herbal remedies with you. It’s always a joy to meet someone with a shared passion."
Vabrix's Farewell (for now):
Vabrix, still munching on some bread, looks at Drako with a wide, sincere grin. "Drako, buddy, it was awesome fighting 'longside you. Take care, alright? Keep beating those bad guys with your lightning breath! And wizard man," he turns to Nigel with a teasing grin, "don't forget to write 'bout all the cool stuff I did. Be safe, both of you."
Magna's Farewell (for now):
Magna, usually more reserved, steps forward with a small, genuine smile. "Drako, Nigel, it was an interesting experience traveling with you. If you ever need any healing or herbal remedies, you know where to find me. Be well and stay safe."
Adabra Gwynn currently has six (6) Potion of Healing (common) in stock. For saving her, she gives you all a 50% discount (25gp for each potion). Every ten days (a week), she produces up to two (2) potions of healing (I roll how many she has for that week).
Currently DMing:
Nigel will offer to trade the 50gp worth of gems for 2 potions. If she is agreeable to the terms then Nugel will keep 1 and give one to Drako.
**This Space for Rent**
"I thank you for the offer," says Drako as Nigel hands him the potion, "but I already have healing abilities from Bahamut. I think it would be better if you keep it. Though if we meet others in Phandalin that are also seeking to help this area, perhaps it would be a way to help them get equipped."
[[
Plan on keeping Healing Word in his prepared spells all the time. So figure it's okay to have some without natural healing abilities to keep the potion.
And ready to head back to town whenever.
]]
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Currently DMing:
Adabra looks at the gems, inspects them, and when she notices the brand of Abbathor, will hand the gems back to Nigel. Unfortunately, she wants nothing to do with them.
However, I will say that Magna will take the gems, offers to exchange them at the Miner's Exchange Guild in Phandalin, and will then return with the 50gp. She says that in her animal form, she is capable of carrying all of her equipment inside her new form.
Adabra will agree, and will hand over two (2) Potions of Healing to Nigel.
Magna will keep the gems for now.
Currently DMing:
Nestled in the rocky foothills of the snow-capped Sword Mountains is the mining town of Phandalin, which consists of forty or fifty simple log buildings. Crumbling stone ruins surround the newer houses and shops, showing how this must have been a much larger town in centuries past.
Phandalin’s residents are quiet, hard-working folk who came from distant cities to eke out a life amid the harsh wilderness. They are farmers, stonecutters, blacksmiths, traders, prospectors, and children. The town has no walls and no garrison, but most of the adults keep weapons within easy reach in case the need for arms should arise.
Visitors are welcome here, particularly if they have coin to spend or news to share. The Stonehill Inn at the center of town offers modest lodging and meals. A couple of doors down from the inn, posted outside the townmaster’s hall, is a job board for adventurers.
Drako and Nigel: As you make your way in to Phandalin from the South, you pass by the Miner's Exchange, where you're able to exchange the Jeweled Dagger for 50gp, if you wish.
Phandalin Miner's Exchange
Miners come here to have their valuable finds weighed, measured, and paid out. The exchange also serves as an unofficial records office, registering claims to various streams and excavations around the area. Enough wealth is hidden in the nearby streams and valleys to support a good number of independent prospectors.
As you reach the Townmaster's Hall, Nigel remembers that Harbin Wester, the townspeaker, has been acting paranoid since the Dragon appeared in the area. So he has been secluded inside his home. However, you are able to slip the quest cards that have been signed by Dazlyn, Norbus, and Adabra underneath the main door to his house. He then slips out the rewards coin by coin (75gp total).
Townmaster's Hall
The townmaster’s hall has sturdy stone walls, a pitched wooden roof, and a bell tower at the back. The job board next to the front door features a sparse number of notices, all written in Common and in the same hand.
While Nigel collects the coins from the floor, Drako notices three people eying the quest board.
Darien, Grikiltha, and Pinja: Describe yourselves and/or share an image of your characters as they inspect the quest board in front of the Townmaster's Hall.
Map:
Currently DMing:
Standing before the quest board is a thin half-elven man with short black hair and deep olive skin. He wears a simple sleeveless gray tunic, dark gray pants, and a pair of worn leather boots. Makeshift armor of stitched-together animal hides covers his torso, and a wooden shield rests across his back. His left arm is tightly wrapped in bandages, almost completely covering deep burn scars that just peek out around his wrist and down his hand. His right arm is bare except for a dark red tattoo of a large snake whose body wraps around it from his bicep nearly down to his wrist. A charred wooden ring rests on his right middle finger, and he wears a gleaming silver scimitar at his waist.
Darien stares at the board, lost in thought as his eyes skim over the various tasks posted there. He’s no stranger to helping others out when he can, but the stakes feel so much higher with a dragon flying around. He absentmindedly runs his scarred hand over the serpent tattoo, murmuring in Primordial (seemingly to himself): “Don’t worry Zrava. We’ll find someone to help.”
A tall female tiefling sidles up to the quest board opposite Darien. She looks a little green around horns, and a mildly confused expression wrinkles her face. She smells faintly of the ocean mixed with brimstone. Her long black hair is disheveled. Her fine clothes are wrinkled - a deep purple tunic embroidered with silver thread and tall black silver-tipped boots. She steadies herself against the quest board with hands encased in black fashionable gloves.
She glances at Darien from under thick ram horns that jut out from her head and curl down around each side of her face. Her black cat eyes are cautious but friendly and she gives him a small smile. "Still trying to exchange my sea legs for dry land."
She notices the bandages and burn scars. "Accident in the kitchen?" She inquires lightly, as she turns toward the quest board and peruses the listings.
Starting Quest
Follow-Up Quests
[ Starting quests do not provide a Level-Up anymore. After completing two Follow-Up quests, the party levels up. ]
Currently DMing:
At the sound of another voice, Darien snaps out of his reverie. With his eyes on the board, he briefly remembers the notice of some gnomes that may have a tool for defeating the dragon before turning his attention to the young tiefling beside him. The corner of his mouth twitches upward into a slight grin. “Not quite,” he says, holding up the bandaged hand to show off a small orange flame dancing across his fingertips (produce flame). “Old scars, but your concern is appreciated kind stranger. I’m Darien,” he says, extinguishing the flame and holding his un-scarred hand out to the woman.
Grikiltha leans her against the board, fiddling with her pike, tossing it back and forth in her hands. She appears slightly darker green then most half orc, also on the shorter side but big muscular limbs. Covered in well used chain armor, with little to no care done for it, she watches the tip of the pike dance between tosses. "Too many words for me, just go the one with the biggest purse. Oh and stay away from talking one, unless you plan to do all the talking. I'm not much of a talker, but I am able to speak a language most can understand if ya know what I mean!" She slaps the end of her pike into the ground. Looking at Pinja, "Do you sway so while you walk so that the cowards who shoot from a far have harder time getting ya? Smart thinking really, but too much wiggling and wobbling for me."
"I wonder if we'll find anyone willing to make a delivery, Nigel." says Drako, "Willow left before I had a chance to pay her back and I intend to see that through."
As the conversation by the board gets into gear he notices the momentary flare up of fire. Group of people. Magic powers. Standing by the quest board. Fellow adventurers perhaps? The faces seemed vaguely familiar. He walks over to the trio, "Hello there!" The dragonborn smiles, perhaps a bit toothily but still friendly, "With a dragon flying about, a group of three isn't the safest in my opinion. My partner and I," he gestures over to the human wizard counting coins over by the townmaster's home, "are a little low on numbers ourselves at the moment. Perhaps Bahamut has blessed this day with the fortune of meeting?"
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Grikiltha stops tossing her pike between her hands, instead she grabs the shaft with both hands and lazily pushes off the sign post and shifting her weight to the butt of the weapon. "You don't say about the dragon, well based on some similar characteristics I feel like I need to atleast ask the question, your not trying to recruit us to work with the dragon are you? Pardon the question but mentioning the dangers and well.." She draws a circle around her face with her index finger. "Well we just put this little trio together to try and help serve the folks here with there needs here up on the board, certainly not opposed to building the group out." She looks towards the other 2. "Well I assume that atleast."
Drako blinks his eyes in a moment of shock as the half-orc suggests he's working for the dragon. Glancing at the jobs board he responds, "I guess I should ask if you're working for those orcs attacking around Butterskull Ranch." He pauses with a stern look and emphasizes, "Based on some similar characteristics." He mimics her circle around the face. "If your answer to my question is what I hope it is, then you also have my answer."
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“Oh, come now Grikiltha,” Darien says, turning his attention to the half orc he’d met the evening prior, “I’m sure he didn’t mean anything like that by mentioning the dragon.” Turning to the dragonborn he continues. “Please forgive my friend here. I hope you can understand we’re all just a bit on-edge with everything going on. A larger group sounds a great idea. The name’s Darien,” he says, extending his hand once more, “this here is Grikiltha, and we’ve just met our friend here,” and he gestures to the tiefling standing next to them at the board. “What did you and your partner have planned next?”
She puts a hand in the air, "didn't mean anything by it, just been burned before by not really knowing who I was working for so I thought it best to confirm that's all." She grins for a sec, "Why did they say something about me? Not envited to another family get together, never was momma's favorite." Grikiltha stretches out the hand She held up. "Help keep me from getting killed, I will put everything else in the dirt where it belongs, sound like a plan?"
"Pinja,” the Tiefling says taking the half-elf’s offered hand and shaking it firmly. Curiosity fills her eyes, as she glances again at his scars and the empty air where the fire flickered.
She then swivels her head to the half-orc.”I think you mean to say ‘saunter when you walk’.” She smiles, revealing fangs. “My mother says it’s due to my lack of a tail.” She gestures to the missing appendage, with a small roll of her eyes.
Seeing the Dragonborn arrive, and the banter that proceeds, she smiles amused. But then grows serious. She purses her lips. “Dragon, you say? Well, this day just keeps getting better and better. As someone not very familiar with this town, I‘m not opposed to traveling together.” Pinja glances at the Dragonborn, half-elf, and half-orc before her eyes settle on the human wizard in the distance. “Yes, what did you and your partner have planned next?"
Drako shakes Darien's hand. "Well met, Darien. The name's Drako."
To Grithika he thinks for a moment and then reaches out for a handshake. "I can agree to helping you not get killed. But you're gonna have to help me too." He gestures to her armor with a look of disbelief. It hurt his blacksmith eyes to see armor uncared for. "This is no condition to be keeping your armor in. I mean," he points out a spot with some missing rings, "you got to take care of this. There's a place in town that can help out if you're interested."
He turns to Pinja, looking over the tiefling. His eyes keep darting to her horns as he says, "Glad for the company. Truth be told, Nigel and myself just came back in town after seeing to a nearby midwife and a couple people we know decided to stay behind to give her protection. Haven't gotten any new plans yet. So perhaps this could be a first group decision."
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We Are Modron
Get rickrolled here. Awesome music here. Track 48, 5/23/25, Immaculate Mary
“Well met,” Darien repeats back to Drako and Pinja, noticing Pinja’s continued interest in his scars and Drako’s interest in the tiefling’s horns (perception 19). The young half-elf ignores this for now and turns his attention back to the board. “That seems agreeable to me. I’ve spent some time in Neverwinter Wood, though the logging camp would be quite the journey from here. You mentioned the orc attacks near Butterskull Ranch, and truthfully I’d probably be most inclined to go help with things out there. Have you and Nigel heard anything else about that in your recent travels?”