Anachain, unused to having coin in her pockets, worries about the costs here and does her best to order the cheapest meal while not seeming like she is ordering the cheapest meal. Of course the horses and wagon must be attended to and she is willing to pay her share of that, more concerned about the animals welfare than her own.
Myrth flies up to a beam or such and stays out of the way while invisibly spying upon the patrons of the establishment. They don't expect to find anything particularly useful here but they're a curious imp by nature and it is what they do...
Togar’s head does a 360 as they walk in, looking, listening for anyone of note, anyone who might know about pearl thieves, despite the surroundings.
Perception : 5
He looks down at his feet oddly, then back up at the elven woman, saying “Water. Do you have any water? I’m parched. And a table where the sun can shine on us…”
"water is on the house my dear, but we do require you to purchase something after an amount of time here sir" the elven woman replies to Togar, "we have a ranged of eleven wines and also some ales, though I'd recommend the wines personally, if it pleases you to hear it. There are tables outside but the sun is on its way down, dusk and all, nothing I can do about it I'm afraid. If you order anything here I can have someone bring it to your table, and the stables are 5 silver for a cart and another silver per horse, that's just for one night, mind." she smiles, setting down a jug and several fine mugs for the group before she then begins dealing with some other customers whilst the group decide what they'll have.
Kulloda grunts at the description of what's available and the cost of stabling.
"Wine and food then," Kulloda says, he looks at what's in his pouch and then passes over the coin for the cart and horse plus another 9 silver coins to cover food and wine for himself.
Drip saunters into the tavern, giving the place a quick once-over. “Classy joint, dudes,” he mutters under his breath, sliding into a chair at one of the unoccupied tables. His dampness drips onto the polished wood, and he leans back, stretching out as if he owns the place.
Spotting the jug and mugs left by the elven woman, he wastes no time grabbing a mug and pouring himself some water. “Hydration’s key, dudes,” he remarks to no one in particular, taking a long gulp before eyeing the other patrons.
As a tray of bread and herbs is left unattended on a nearby table, Drip slides over with cat-like subtlety, snagging a handful and retreating back to his seat. Chewing noisily, he glances at Togar and Kulloda. “You should try this—top-tier elf snacks, dude.”
When the elven woman casts him a curious glance, Drip raises his mug in salute. “Thanks for the hospitality, dude. Solid vibes here.” He then leans back, clearly settling in to enjoy the evening without any intention of spending a single copper.
"We are headed to Calimport," Anachain tells the elven bartender the next time she is close. "Would you be able to tell us how far it is from here? I'm afraid we're a bit unfamiliar with such travel and kind of playing it by ear as it is..."
Food an wine is served to those paying, the elf woman seeming to have taken a shine to the group decides to wait on their table too whilst a nervous looking half elf teen manages the bar in her stead, likely new to the job but trying their hardest.
As she sets down plates and mugs, a shiver goes down her spine at drip's lack of manners, though the service smile never seems to fade, no matter how forced it happens to be. At Anachain's request for information, the elf woman thinks, and leans down closer, before answering, "you know, I've never actually been, so I'm not entirely sure... I could hazard a guess at a fortnights worth of travel, but as I say that's an educated guess at best I'm afraid, but I do know that traders come from far and wide to sell their wares at the riverfront market, I'm sure there might just be a cartographer there with a map of this region and if not someone there will definitely have travelled the road..." Her eyes glaze over for a second at the mention of the market before she snaps back to reality and clears her throat apologetically, "Say, you aren't those kinds adventurer types are you? Solving problems for a little coin here and there, maybe? "
Drip leans back in his chair, popping another piece of bread into his mouth as the elven woman makes her inquiry. Swallowing loudly, he smirks and replies, “Nah, dude, we don’t do it for the coin—we do it for the vibe, y’know? Just out here chasing rad adventures, solving problems, and catching gnarly stories to tell later.”
He pauses, glancing around the table at his companions, his expression shifting to mild concern. “Wait… you dudes didn’t actually take gold from those caravan folk, did you? Like, for chasing off some wolves and, what was it? Slaughtering some pixies or whatever? Wow dudes. Wow”
Drip’s eyes narrow suspiciously as he peers at Kulloda. “You didn’t sell out, right dude? Tell me you didn’t sell out!” He leans forward, mock dramatically, dripping noticeably onto the table, adding to the elf woman’s visible discomfort.
Togar drinks with exuberance from his cup, gulping down the water, then slows to a sip. He seems to swallow some down the wrong way, starts coughing and holding a hand up, then looks like he coughs something that looks like a ball of moss onto the floor. “Ahhhem. Excuse me.” He looks at the conversation between Mother Anachain and Drip. “We have handled tasks before if they were on our way… yes. We were given a pittance of coin, but it is really about the journey, if it moves us along.” He turns to the elf and says, “Why do you ask, is there something that you have in mind?”
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Trying to ignore drip to the best of her abilities, the elf woman hushes her tone as to not be overheard by the other customers, "well there has been considerable downturn in the amount of traders coming in, and I'm not one to gossip or postulate, so I'll stick to the facts, the mayor has sent out some of the tower guard to investigate what has been happening to them and it appears that certain roads in may be *ahem* a little dangerous of late. I'm not sure how the investigation is going but if you would like to assist speak to Mayor Windrider, she may be able to give you the details and I'm sure she would appreciate and reward the help. Just tell her that Cassie at the Inn sent you"
"We did run into some rather aggressive wee ones on our way here," Anachain notes. "Is it the Fae ones that have been causing all of the danger, so far as you heard?"
"And this mayor? Where could we expect to find them? Do they hold regular hours or...?"
"probably best to find her in the morning, she does her rounds at the Riverwatch Keep just after breakfast. But the woods you came in from, I'd heard something about creatures there, it wasn't the whispering woods perchance? I had heard rumours but as I said I'm not one to gossip, what was in there?" Cassie asks, maintaining her hushed tone but with genuine interest.
"Well if I told you that would be gossip now, wouldn't it?" Anachain replies with a wry smile.
"Honestly I do now know the name of the route. We were guarding others who came only this far, they chose the route. I more or less just tagged along."
"A bartender who doesn't gossip," she then muses to herself. "Next it'll spread to hairdressers... and lawyers will turn honest!"
She turns back to Cassie and confirms "Riverwatch Keep, after breakfast? Thank you ever so much. We'll try to bump into the mayor then..."
"please do, I know the town would thank you for it, and if you do help solve whatever the issue may be, I'll see what I can do about a reward courtesy of the inn. But for now I'll keep the food and drinks coming as long as you keep the coin rolling in" she says as she gives the table a service certified appropriate wink and saunters off to tend to the bar-bound customers, much to the relief of the nervous teen half-elf who seems to have managed to pull a mostly foam pint of ale five times in a row, much to the displeasure of the clientele.
Kulloda listens to the conversation but has been too busy eating and drinking to partake, but he does eventually spare Drip a furrowed brow.
"Sell out?" Kulloda asks. "Kulloda is not merchant. Kulloda have skill and strength. People watch Kulloda fight in arenas they pay. People not watch for free. People need help from Kulloda, people should reward Kulloda. Kulloda never be merchant. Never sell out. Arm always strong."
He shakes his head but with amusement. This wet Drip has many unusual ideas.
"Hope trouble is bandits," Kulloda says. "Kulloda would like to kill bandits."
The group decides to stay the night, whether it be bunking up in the Inn or sleeping out in the wagon they have now precured. In the morning as you all come to congregate back in the main room of the Inn.. it isn't the smells of breakfast you had expected, burnt eggs and well something just kinda off and stomach turning fills the air. The teenage half-elf comes running out from the back of the Inn and stops dead when he sees the group of you.
"Don't tell Cassie!" He exclaims, "She gave me charge of breakfast so she could sleep in for once... and I, and I ruined it! I'm so sorry, but I wouldn't recommend the food I have been trying to cook.. though there is bread!" and he darts back into the kitchen without waiting for a word in response, returning a second later with his arms loaded down with some dark brown loaves. He piles them on top of the bar, "Help yourself!" he smiles like this is going to make up for the rest. He scratches the back of his head as he waits for your response.
The sun is bright outside, shining through the beautiful windows of the Inn, but you can hear the wind as it rattles the shutters and doors.
Anachain rolls her eyes at the teenaged Half-Elf. "Take me to your kitchen," she instructs. Assuming he does, she takes a few moments to assess the situation and what is available and then takes over the cooking. At least enough for her group. Instructing the lad and making him do as much as possible of the work so maybe next time he won't be such a disaster...
Drip slouches against the bar, looking less like his usual laid-back self and more like a soggy towel left out in the sun. He eyes the dark brown loaves with mild disdain before sighing dramatically. “Dude, it’s cool. Happens to the best of us. But lemme give you a pro tip: breakfast is kinda like catching a wave. Timing is everything, and you gotta feel it, y’know? Like, the eggs are the lip of the wave, and you’re just trying to shred it, not wipe out.”
He pauses for effect, nodding sagely before conjuring a slimy green Goodberry in his hand. Holding it up like a prize, he continues, “But hey, when in doubt, pond scum, dude. Full of vitamins, kinda gross, but it gets the job done.”
Drip pops the Goodberry into his mouth, then he saunters over to the window to stare wistfully at the wind-blown landscape, muttering to himself, “No surf… this place is harsher than a reef break.”
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Anachain, unused to having coin in her pockets, worries about the costs here and does her best to order the cheapest meal while not seeming like she is ordering the cheapest meal. Of course the horses and wagon must be attended to and she is willing to pay her share of that, more concerned about the animals welfare than her own.
Myrth flies up to a beam or such and stays out of the way while invisibly spying upon the patrons of the establishment. They don't expect to find anything particularly useful here but they're a curious imp by nature and it is what they do...
Togar’s head does a 360 as they walk in, looking, listening for anyone of note, anyone who might know about pearl thieves, despite the surroundings.
Perception : 5
He looks down at his feet oddly, then back up at the elven woman, saying “Water. Do you have any water? I’m parched. And a table where the sun can shine on us…”
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
"water is on the house my dear, but we do require you to purchase something after an amount of time here sir" the elven woman replies to Togar, "we have a ranged of eleven wines and also some ales, though I'd recommend the wines personally, if it pleases you to hear it. There are tables outside but the sun is on its way down, dusk and all, nothing I can do about it I'm afraid. If you order anything here I can have someone bring it to your table, and the stables are 5 silver for a cart and another silver per horse, that's just for one night, mind." she smiles, setting down a jug and several fine mugs for the group before she then begins dealing with some other customers whilst the group decide what they'll have.
Kulloda grunts at the description of what's available and the cost of stabling.
"Wine and food then," Kulloda says, he looks at what's in his pouch and then passes over the coin for the cart and horse plus another 9 silver coins to cover food and wine for himself.
Drip saunters into the tavern, giving the place a quick once-over. “Classy joint, dudes,” he mutters under his breath, sliding into a chair at one of the unoccupied tables. His dampness drips onto the polished wood, and he leans back, stretching out as if he owns the place.
Spotting the jug and mugs left by the elven woman, he wastes no time grabbing a mug and pouring himself some water. “Hydration’s key, dudes,” he remarks to no one in particular, taking a long gulp before eyeing the other patrons.
As a tray of bread and herbs is left unattended on a nearby table, Drip slides over with cat-like subtlety, snagging a handful and retreating back to his seat. Chewing noisily, he glances at Togar and Kulloda. “You should try this—top-tier elf snacks, dude.”
When the elven woman casts him a curious glance, Drip raises his mug in salute. “Thanks for the hospitality, dude. Solid vibes here.” He then leans back, clearly settling in to enjoy the evening without any intention of spending a single copper.
"We are headed to Calimport," Anachain tells the elven bartender the next time she is close. "Would you be able to tell us how far it is from here? I'm afraid we're a bit unfamiliar with such travel and kind of playing it by ear as it is..."
Food an wine is served to those paying, the elf woman seeming to have taken a shine to the group decides to wait on their table too whilst a nervous looking half elf teen manages the bar in her stead, likely new to the job but trying their hardest.
As she sets down plates and mugs, a shiver goes down her spine at drip's lack of manners, though the service smile never seems to fade, no matter how forced it happens to be. At Anachain's request for information, the elf woman thinks, and leans down closer, before answering, "you know, I've never actually been, so I'm not entirely sure... I could hazard a guess at a fortnights worth of travel, but as I say that's an educated guess at best I'm afraid, but I do know that traders come from far and wide to sell their wares at the riverfront market, I'm sure there might just be a cartographer there with a map of this region and if not someone there will definitely have travelled the road..." Her eyes glaze over for a second at the mention of the market before she snaps back to reality and clears her throat apologetically, "Say, you aren't those kinds adventurer types are you? Solving problems for a little coin here and there, maybe? "
Drip leans back in his chair, popping another piece of bread into his mouth as the elven woman makes her inquiry. Swallowing loudly, he smirks and replies, “Nah, dude, we don’t do it for the coin—we do it for the vibe, y’know? Just out here chasing rad adventures, solving problems, and catching gnarly stories to tell later.”
He pauses, glancing around the table at his companions, his expression shifting to mild concern. “Wait… you dudes didn’t actually take gold from those caravan folk, did you? Like, for chasing off some wolves and, what was it? Slaughtering some pixies or whatever? Wow dudes. Wow”
Drip’s eyes narrow suspiciously as he peers at Kulloda. “You didn’t sell out, right dude? Tell me you didn’t sell out!” He leans forward, mock dramatically, dripping noticeably onto the table, adding to the elf woman’s visible discomfort.
"Drip, my dear... Sometimes gold is a necessity. An unfortunate truth. But I'll do my best to set yours aside until you need it, if you wish..."
Togar drinks with exuberance from his cup, gulping down the water, then slows to a sip. He seems to swallow some down the wrong way, starts coughing and holding a hand up, then looks like he coughs something that looks like a ball of moss onto the floor. “Ahhhem. Excuse me.” He looks at the conversation between Mother Anachain and Drip. “We have handled tasks before if they were on our way… yes. We were given a pittance of coin, but it is really about the journey, if it moves us along.” He turns to the elf and says, “Why do you ask, is there something that you have in mind?”
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Trying to ignore drip to the best of her abilities, the elf woman hushes her tone as to not be overheard by the other customers, "well there has been considerable downturn in the amount of traders coming in, and I'm not one to gossip or postulate, so I'll stick to the facts, the mayor has sent out some of the tower guard to investigate what has been happening to them and it appears that certain roads in may be *ahem* a little dangerous of late. I'm not sure how the investigation is going but if you would like to assist speak to Mayor Windrider, she may be able to give you the details and I'm sure she would appreciate and reward the help. Just tell her that Cassie at the Inn sent you"
"We did run into some rather aggressive wee ones on our way here," Anachain notes. "Is it the Fae ones that have been causing all of the danger, so far as you heard?"
"And this mayor? Where could we expect to find them? Do they hold regular hours or...?"
"probably best to find her in the morning, she does her rounds at the Riverwatch Keep just after breakfast. But the woods you came in from, I'd heard something about creatures there, it wasn't the whispering woods perchance? I had heard rumours but as I said I'm not one to gossip, what was in there?" Cassie asks, maintaining her hushed tone but with genuine interest.
"Well if I told you that would be gossip now, wouldn't it?" Anachain replies with a wry smile.
"Honestly I do now know the name of the route. We were guarding others who came only this far, they chose the route. I more or less just tagged along."
"A bartender who doesn't gossip," she then muses to herself. "Next it'll spread to hairdressers... and lawyers will turn honest!"
She turns back to Cassie and confirms "Riverwatch Keep, after breakfast? Thank you ever so much. We'll try to bump into the mayor then..."
"please do, I know the town would thank you for it, and if you do help solve whatever the issue may be, I'll see what I can do about a reward courtesy of the inn. But for now I'll keep the food and drinks coming as long as you keep the coin rolling in" she says as she gives the table a service certified appropriate wink and saunters off to tend to the bar-bound customers, much to the relief of the nervous teen half-elf who seems to have managed to pull a mostly foam pint of ale five times in a row, much to the displeasure of the clientele.
Kulloda listens to the conversation but has been too busy eating and drinking to partake, but he does eventually spare Drip a furrowed brow.
"Sell out?" Kulloda asks. "Kulloda is not merchant. Kulloda have skill and strength. People watch Kulloda fight in arenas they pay. People not watch for free. People need help from Kulloda, people should reward Kulloda. Kulloda never be merchant. Never sell out. Arm always strong."
He shakes his head but with amusement. This wet Drip has many unusual ideas.
"Hope trouble is bandits," Kulloda says. "Kulloda would like to kill bandits."
The group decides to stay the night, whether it be bunking up in the Inn or sleeping out in the wagon they have now precured. In the morning as you all come to congregate back in the main room of the Inn.. it isn't the smells of breakfast you had expected, burnt eggs and well something just kinda off and stomach turning fills the air. The teenage half-elf comes running out from the back of the Inn and stops dead when he sees the group of you.
"Don't tell Cassie!" He exclaims, "She gave me charge of breakfast so she could sleep in for once... and I, and I ruined it! I'm so sorry, but I wouldn't recommend the food I have been trying to cook.. though there is bread!" and he darts back into the kitchen without waiting for a word in response, returning a second later with his arms loaded down with some dark brown loaves. He piles them on top of the bar, "Help yourself!" he smiles like this is going to make up for the rest. He scratches the back of his head as he waits for your response.
The sun is bright outside, shining through the beautiful windows of the Inn, but you can hear the wind as it rattles the shutters and doors.
Kulloda takes a loaf of bread and starts chewing on it but also looks past the half-elf into the kitchen.
"What do with eggs?" Kulloda asks. "Kulloda not care if burnt. Eggs good for strength."
If visible, Kulloda will take the eggs and eat them with the bread.
Anachain rolls her eyes at the teenaged Half-Elf. "Take me to your kitchen," she instructs. Assuming he does, she takes a few moments to assess the situation and what is available and then takes over the cooking. At least enough for her group. Instructing the lad and making him do as much as possible of the work so maybe next time he won't be such a disaster...
Drip slouches against the bar, looking less like his usual laid-back self and more like a soggy towel left out in the sun. He eyes the dark brown loaves with mild disdain before sighing dramatically. “Dude, it’s cool. Happens to the best of us. But lemme give you a pro tip: breakfast is kinda like catching a wave. Timing is everything, and you gotta feel it, y’know? Like, the eggs are the lip of the wave, and you’re just trying to shred it, not wipe out.”
He pauses for effect, nodding sagely before conjuring a slimy green Goodberry in his hand. Holding it up like a prize, he continues, “But hey, when in doubt, pond scum, dude. Full of vitamins, kinda gross, but it gets the job done.”
Drip pops the Goodberry into his mouth, then he saunters over to the window to stare wistfully at the wind-blown landscape, muttering to himself, “No surf… this place is harsher than a reef break.”