One of the neutral temples could be seen at the end of the block, not the largest or prettiest, but definitely not dangerous looking. As the party advanced they approached the Smiling Dog tavern, with a cartoony dog with a grin on it's face painted on a signpost. It's creepiness was probably coincidental.
Boxey smiles at the sign. "I love creepy dogs," she says before walking toward the temple. "I'll be praying to Tempus for guidance and protection for the battles to come."
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I have an intelligence of six, I know what I'm doing.
Grabius will roll his eyes at the sight of the sign and give a slight smirk (he is a gnome after all). He hesitates briefly at Boxey's words and says, "Come back as quickly as you can, otherwise we'll come for you," and he'll head into the tavern first.
The tavern seems quiet. Candles light the tables, filling the room in dim light. A few people sit about in the robes. Their faces are covered and the dim light of candles isn't enough to reveal anything. A very dour woman in the back of the room is playing a slow, sad, but beautiful melody on a piano. At the counter a animated armor is standing, instead of a bartender. An unseen servant is wiping the floor with a broom.
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Grabius will not try to draw attention, but scan the room as a reflex precaution and to gather any insight into the clientele. He will make his way to a table in a corner and take a seat.
"Since we're here for the auction, perhaps it helps to know what we're going up against. Keep an eye out for any influential characters or information on where this might be going down. I'd rather not give anything away about ourselves in case this place doesn't take too kindly to outsiders."
Grabius will try and watch for any interesting characters: well-off individuals, anyone carrying lots of coin, elaborate robes or interesting attire that might point out a person of interest. Also, paying attention to anyone that seems shady or a conversation that seems secretive in nature.
A quick look around the pub brought no one interesting to your eyes, but then in the back, in a corner not so illuminated by the candles, was a horned figure wearing an outlandish robe and mask. He sat quietly in his seat, writing in a book.
"He doesn't look like the type that likes to be disturbed. Normally, I'd ask the barkeep if he knows anything, but I don't think that magical construct will know much more than the price of ale. I guess we'll have to figure something out..."
"I'm not especially fond of talking to complete strangers, especially when I don't know what I'm getting into...but who thinks the horned guy knows something?" Grabius asks, looking around for a show of hands.
"And who's willing to go have a chat?" Grabius continues looking back and forth while eventually muttering another saying under his breath about poking a flaming bag of poop.
Grabius will mutter, "...aw, crap." He gets up and saunters in the direction of Boxey, stopping far enough away to not draw attention and leaning up against a wall to keep an eye on the interaction.
One of the neutral temples could be seen at the end of the block, not the largest or prettiest, but definitely not dangerous looking. As the party advanced they approached the Smiling Dog tavern, with a cartoony dog with a grin on it's face painted on a signpost. It's creepiness was probably coincidental.
Boxey smiles at the sign. "I love creepy dogs," she says before walking toward the temple. "I'll be praying to Tempus for guidance and protection for the battles to come."
I have an intelligence of six, I know what I'm doing.
"Hopefully the Ale is taste worthy"
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Grabius will roll his eyes at the sight of the sign and give a slight smirk (he is a gnome after all). He hesitates briefly at Boxey's words and says, "Come back as quickly as you can, otherwise we'll come for you," and he'll head into the tavern first.
Zerxius follows quickly scanning the room
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The tavern seems quiet. Candles light the tables, filling the room in dim light. A few people sit about in the robes. Their faces are covered and the dim light of candles isn't enough to reveal anything. A very dour woman in the back of the room is playing a slow, sad, but beautiful melody on a piano. At the counter a animated armor is standing, instead of a bartender. An unseen servant is wiping the floor with a broom.
Grabius will not try to draw attention, but scan the room as a reflex precaution and to gather any insight into the clientele. He will make his way to a table in a corner and take a seat.
Zerxius goes to the bar and orders 2 ales then will join Grabius
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(With that perception check you. Only see what I have described, you can make an insight check to investigate the customers more deeply)
The animated armor sold them at the usual price(as per PHB) and it’s voice seemed to be a magical recording.
Zerxius pays the 4sp takes the ale back to the table.
Handing one to Grabius "how long do we wait?"
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"Since we're here for the auction, perhaps it helps to know what we're going up against. Keep an eye out for any influential characters or information on where this might be going down. I'd rather not give anything away about ourselves in case this place doesn't take too kindly to outsiders."
Grabius will try and watch for any interesting characters: well-off individuals, anyone carrying lots of coin, elaborate robes or interesting attire that might point out a person of interest. Also, paying attention to anyone that seems shady or a conversation that seems secretive in nature.
After she is done praying, Boxey will go to the tavern and order some ale before rejoining her companions.
I have an intelligence of six, I know what I'm doing.
A quick look around the pub brought no one interesting to your eyes, but then in the back, in a corner not so illuminated by the candles, was a horned figure wearing an outlandish robe and mask. He sat quietly in his seat, writing in a book.
Boxey turned to the figure who was writing in his book, then to her companions. "I think the horned one over there might know something."
I have an intelligence of six, I know what I'm doing.
"He doesn't look like the type that likes to be disturbed. Normally, I'd ask the barkeep if he knows anything, but I don't think that magical construct will know much more than the price of ale. I guess we'll have to figure something out..."
"It is possible that it may be of the Bardic persuasion, but i could be wrong"
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"I'm not especially fond of talking to complete strangers, especially when I don't know what I'm getting into...but who thinks the horned guy knows something?" Grabius asks, looking around for a show of hands.
"And who's willing to go have a chat?" Grabius continues looking back and forth while eventually muttering another saying under his breath about poking a flaming bag of poop.
Boxey is going to walk over to the stranger. "Hello there. That is a nice book. What are you writing?"
I have an intelligence of six, I know what I'm doing.
Grabius will mutter, "...aw, crap." He gets up and saunters in the direction of Boxey, stopping far enough away to not draw attention and leaning up against a wall to keep an eye on the interaction.
The man closed the book and turned to face Boxey. He paused for a few seconds before responding.
"I am adding a spell to my spellbook..." He turned in his chair to face her. "Did you want something?"