K opens up to Surruk, hoping to gain more trust. "My friends and I come from the small village of Bramble north of here. We are seeking adventures to help send resources home to help us rebuild. Have you adventures at all?" His tone suggests that he assumes she has, based on her appearance.
Surruk looks you over again, this time with a wry, slightly condescending grin.
"Adventuring? No. I patrol the Quivering Thickets of the Neverwinter Wood, keeping the more dangerous fey beings of the area from extending their chaos to the populated areas."
K smiles and tries to appeal to her ego. "That sounds impressive and dangerous. The bow must be magical to help a single ranger protect the masses from the evil fey creatures? Or are you simply that well trained? I must admit I'm a little in awe as a new adventurer."
She grins. "I guess my skill set is well-suited for the job. The bow is not magical. It's simply made from wood native to the Quivering Thickets." She paused, glances at her soup, and then looks at you. "I hope you don't take offense, but I'd like to finish my meal now. Take care." She returns to her soup as though you are no longer even sitting at her table.
Kristofferson takes the hint and thanks her for her time as he returns to their table.
He tells Badger and Ash that the elf with the purple-hued bow doesn't seem to have any magic items, but he isn't confident about that. She may be their suspect, but that they should clear the other diners first.
The three of you eventually meet back at your original table, but your food has been cleared and a group of dwarves is enjoying a round of ale and bread. You stand to the side of the diner near the table. Sildar is still elsewhere, though you see that Blaizette is back, waiting tables.
You each share what you've decided to share. What would you like to do next?
Badger begins to speak, to suggest tables for each to interview, but stops short when Ash abruptly leaves. "Oh, I, sure, yes. You take that one, Ash," he says as if Ash was still there listening. "I recommend that table for you, Kristofferson." He points to another random table. "I'll take the last one."
Ash approaches table 5 (rolled in your character sheet).
A pale-scaled dragonborn woman dines alone. She looks around nervously as she eats, startling at every sound. When you approach, she seems to almost flinch, then tentatively looks up in your direction, avoiding your eyes. She stops eating and waits for you to act.
"Hello, friend, I mean no harm. I saw an open chair and hoped to join you. May I?" Ash says. He gestures to the chair and awaits a response. Does Ash believe she is truly this timid, or that it is an act?
You pick up that she really is timid and seems to fear any sign of aggression towards her. It's perhaps likely that she's had a rough go and finds it hard to trust anyone at the moment.
Ash's general cold demeanor melts a bit. His voice softens. "I'm Ash. My friends and I come from Bramble. We're here to find adventuring work. What's your name? Are you from around here?"
The pale-scaled dragonborn looks up shyly, not meeting your eyes, but with a tad more confidence, says, "I'm, I'm called Halda. I'm here to, to visit family."
She glances at another table where two patrons were whispering and gesturing at her. "People... people look at me differently because... well, because I'm different from them, I think."
You do know that dragonborn, and especially pale-scaled dragonborn, are quite rare in all of Faerun, let alone along the Sword Coast.
Ash glances at the other table. Can he discern their intent in gesturing to her?
Insight: 3 (oof; I'm using a lot of insight for someone without a positive modifier on the skill ;))
Ash says to Halda, "I've felt different, too, even in my own family, so I can understand how you feel. My parents, they try to say the right things, but it often just ends up making me feel more different. Where's your family now? Are they meeting you here? I can stay with you until they come if it makes you feel better."
Nature: 12
Insight: 15
You can see that the wood is certainly unique, but can't name it or determine it's origin or unique properties.
You sense that she's warming up to you—that your interest in her bow betrays a shared interest.
K opens up to Surruk, hoping to gain more trust. "My friends and I come from the small village of Bramble north of here. We are seeking adventures to help send resources home to help us rebuild. Have you adventures at all?" His tone suggests that he assumes she has, based on her appearance.
Surruk looks you over again, this time with a wry, slightly condescending grin.
"Adventuring? No. I patrol the Quivering Thickets of the Neverwinter Wood, keeping the more dangerous fey beings of the area from extending their chaos to the populated areas."
K smiles and tries to appeal to her ego. "That sounds impressive and dangerous. The bow must be magical to help a single ranger protect the masses from the evil fey creatures? Or are you simply that well trained? I must admit I'm a little in awe as a new adventurer."
She grins. "I guess my skill set is well-suited for the job. The bow is not magical. It's simply made from wood native to the Quivering Thickets." She paused, glances at her soup, and then looks at you. "I hope you don't take offense, but I'd like to finish my meal now. Take care." She returns to her soup as though you are no longer even sitting at her table.
Kristofferson takes the hint and thanks her for her time as he returns to their table.
He tells Badger and Ash that the elf with the purple-hued bow doesn't seem to have any magic items, but he isn't confident about that. She may be their suspect, but that they should clear the other diners first.
The three of you eventually meet back at your original table, but your food has been cleared and a group of dwarves is enjoying a round of ale and bread. You stand to the side of the diner near the table. Sildar is still elsewhere, though you see that Blaizette is back, waiting tables.
You each share what you've decided to share. What would you like to do next?
Ash suggests, "Should we split up again to interview the diners at the other three tables that Sir Hallwinter pointed out?"
K responds, "Let's."
Ash doesn't wait for another response and goes to a random table.
Badger begins to speak, to suggest tables for each to interview, but stops short when Ash abruptly leaves. "Oh, I, sure, yes. You take that one, Ash," he says as if Ash was still there listening. "I recommend that table for you, Kristofferson." He points to another random table. "I'll take the last one."
K nods dutifully to Badger and obediently goes to the assigned table.
Ash approaches table 5 (rolled in your character sheet).
A pale-scaled dragonborn woman dines alone. She looks around nervously as she eats, startling at every sound. When you approach, she seems to almost flinch, then tentatively looks up in your direction, avoiding your eyes. She stops eating and waits for you to act.
"Hello, friend, I mean no harm. I saw an open chair and hoped to join you. May I?" Ash says. He gestures to the chair and awaits a response. Does Ash believe she is truly this timid, or that it is an act?
Insight: 20 (nat 20!)
She only nods timidly, gesturing to the chair.
You pick up that she really is timid and seems to fear any sign of aggression towards her. It's perhaps likely that she's had a rough go and finds it hard to trust anyone at the moment.
Ash's general cold demeanor melts a bit. His voice softens. "I'm Ash. My friends and I come from Bramble. We're here to find adventuring work. What's your name? Are you from around here?"
The pale-scaled dragonborn looks up shyly, not meeting your eyes, but with a tad more confidence, says, "I'm, I'm called Halda. I'm here to, to visit family."
She glances at another table where two patrons were whispering and gesturing at her. "People... people look at me differently because... well, because I'm different from them, I think."
You do know that dragonborn, and especially pale-scaled dragonborn, are quite rare in all of Faerun, let alone along the Sword Coast.
Ash glances at the other table. Can he discern their intent in gesturing to her?
Insight: 3 (oof; I'm using a lot of insight for someone without a positive modifier on the skill ;))
Ash says to Halda, "I've felt different, too, even in my own family, so I can understand how you feel. My parents, they try to say the right things, but it often just ends up making me feel more different. Where's your family now? Are they meeting you here? I can stay with you until they come if it makes you feel better."
Halda looks away and stammers quickly "Thank you! No! I couldn't, or, I'll be fine."
Please give me an(other) insight check.