The man behind the bar's expression changes from looking hopeful for people to talk to, to genuine happiness at the sight of Fable. He smirks a bit as she sidles up to the bar asking for her usual. "Of course, my lady." He reaches under the bar for a bottle and starts pouring, his eyebrow raised as he looks at her and leans over, "Not up to your usual tricks tonight? None in here are up to the task, but maybe you've brought some with you?"
His ears seem to perk up for the other orders, he looks to Fable to confirm as he hands her her drink, "Is that two teas, a mead... and what about the owlin and man over there?"
The half-orc takes half a minute to move his sight from the drink up to Kulloda. "Huh? Soap? Who needs that." and he returns his gaze back to the glass. One of the dwarves from the other table calls over to Kulloda, "Hey! What you bothering Sully for? Lay off him."
When Togar hears the description of mead with some sweetness described, he clicks his mouth and says “Me too, I would like that as well. Sounds delicious.” Then he goes over to the table and sits down, fluffing out and spreading his wings slightly as he does so, then gathers them in. “Mmm hmmm. Well. As we were….” Then he stops talking, his head rotates around when he hears the word “Soap” and his head turned, he starts to focus his concentration on the half orc, holding his breath for a moment and not speaking as he seems to be listening to him. After 30 seconds to a minute go by, his head snaps back around and he faces all of you. “My pardons. Thought I heard something. Sensed something…”
Fable smirks. She looks over at the group for a quick second, "Not right now, I need them to help me with a different matter first. Also they don't have much on them by the looks of it, well save for their equipment but that usually requires a bit more buttering up to be offered up. I'll let them get some money before I play with them." She raises her voice to it's normal level and takes her drink, "Correct thus far and I think I'll be needing a tray to hold it all if you don't care. Oh wait, I'm sorry for being rude; how has your day been?" Fable gives the barkeep an apologetic smile while also listening in on the interaction happening behind her.
Fable's already pale face seems to lose more color somehow when Kulloda starts to try talking to Hank, but she quickly regains her composer and smiles. "Kasizeth, I want you to meet one of my oldest friends: Luca." She pulls Kasizeth over to the bar and hides behind him. "These are a few of the drink selection. I can recommend a few if you like."
Kasizeth’s face goes from placid content to sudden panic as he is yanked into social interaction. He doesn’t resist, too shocked at the sudden contact to do much other than sputter. ”I, uh, don’t drink. I mean I do, but not alcohol.”
He looks slightly apologetic after Fable’s display, assuming she was simply excited about the prospect of recommending a drink, but soon notices that she appears to be cowering behind him. He offers her a small smile and a wink, before drawing himself to his full height, offering better cover. He leans in to the barkeep slightly and talks in a smooth and calm voice.
“So, Luca, how long have you had this place?”
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“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
Luca smiles, "Ah yes, mead as well for the owlin." He grabs a tray and starts aligning the drinks on top. Pausing at Fable's words, "My day? Why Miss Fable, aren't you thoughtful. Been a interesting one though.. did you go to that show in the tent? How strange..." he shakes his head. "But other than that? Typical night, taking over once Sully can't."
He chuckles as Fable drags Kasizeth over, not seeing what her intention is, "Why, I don't own it, though I can see your confusion. Ol' Sully over there does, but as you can see... he isn't functioning real well at the moment."
The dwarf glares at Kulloda as the big guy moves from Sully over to their table. "What's it to you? You want info? You either pay for it or make it worth my while."
The dwarf smirks at Kulloda's response. "Fine, no gold? Then let's make it interesting, want to arm wrestle?"
He makes a head motion that tells his companion to get out of his seat and the other dwarf hangs out a few steps away, waiting to see what is going to happen. Hank waves his hand at the open seat and looks to Kulloda, "Unless you aren't man enough?"
Mother Anachain pouts a little at her tea being delayed but is happy that she at least has a bit of a drama playing out in front of her as entertainment until the refreshments are server.
“Why try insult? If want to wrestle Kulloda, just say want to wrestle Kulloda. Arm, leg, head. Whatever.” Kulloda says.
As he sits down, he looks at the set up, the chairs, table, everything. He’d been in enough bouts over the years to always keep an eye out for what advantages the local tough guy had. This one was probably strong and did this every day. But a show was a show.
Togar shifts his attention to the dwarf that Kulloda is talking to, then starts to speak out of the side of his mouth to those seated at the table, concentrating on the dwarf but managing a conversation. “When we were at the tent, with Madame Vespa had an image, in her head. The girl is in a backyard of a home, whittling away at a bar of soap….I see her face.” Then he stops speaking, his head rotates back around to take a sip of mead, then turns back to focus on the dwarf again.
Fable peeks around Kasizeth to see how the competition goes. "The show was defiantly an interesting one. What did you think of the ending?" Fable returns to her original position for a second to look at Kasizeth "If you don't drink then I'd recommend the iricot cider, it's not spiked and tastes amazing while not being too sweet. Unless you like it sweet then I'd recommend Jujube instead."
"Can you make out details of the home that may help us find it?" Anachain asks, not sure this is helpful otherwise. Yes, Togar having seen her face is a plus, but they still have to find her to recognize her.
Looking away from the Owlin and back to the table of wrestling she leans forward and, through cupped hands, calls out "Head wrestling it is!" She then leans back and smiles to herself, ready for a show.
Luca is about to answer Fable, opens his mouth to and the shuts it, a confused look crosses his face. Scratching the top of his head he looks at Fable and then shrugs. "Funniest thing...I can't remember. Each time I think about the show, it is just outside my reach. Did that happen to you? How strange."
He finishes putting the drinks on the tray and also turns to watch what is going on between Kulloda and Hank, this has been the most exciting night he has had in a long time.
Kulloda sits down and squares himself up with the dwarf. As soon as Hank takes hold of the half-orc's hand, the conniving little guy kicks Kulloda under the table, attempting to distract him. The kick (attack:8), doesn't faze Kulloda through his thick skin, only that he notices it.
The dwarf then tries to use this feeble distraction to try and win, shove: 18
Kulloda growls when he feels the kick. He's faced this kind before but it still makes his adrenaline kick into overdrive, and his eyes go wide as his nostrils flare.
But the difference in lengths of their forearms causes Kulloda's elbow to slip. It's clear the dwarf has done this against larger opponents before (4,8 +7): 15
The dwarf smiles as he obviously makes an impression on the newcomer and he also finds himself winning. Their interlocked fists move as Kulloda's elbow slips and Hank is about halfway to winning.
Kulloda sees very little in front of him other than a short arm dwarf getting the upper hand on him.
His arm starts to dip even closer to the table, but that only increases the anger he's feeling at not coming to this contest better prepared. With his underlying rage starting to peek out, Kulloda grunts and lifts his arm back up, negating Hank's advantage.
Athletics (3, 15 + 7): 22
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The man behind the bar's expression changes from looking hopeful for people to talk to, to genuine happiness at the sight of Fable. He smirks a bit as she sidles up to the bar asking for her usual. "Of course, my lady." He reaches under the bar for a bottle and starts pouring, his eyebrow raised as he looks at her and leans over, "Not up to your usual tricks tonight? None in here are up to the task, but maybe you've brought some with you?"
His ears seem to perk up for the other orders, he looks to Fable to confirm as he hands her her drink, "Is that two teas, a mead... and what about the owlin and man over there?"
The half-orc takes half a minute to move his sight from the drink up to Kulloda. "Huh? Soap? Who needs that." and he returns his gaze back to the glass. One of the dwarves from the other table calls over to Kulloda, "Hey! What you bothering Sully for? Lay off him."
When Togar hears the description of mead with some sweetness described, he clicks his mouth and says “Me too, I would like that as well. Sounds delicious.” Then he goes over to the table and sits down, fluffing out and spreading his wings slightly as he does so, then gathers them in. “Mmm hmmm. Well. As we were….” Then he stops talking, his head rotates around when he hears the word “Soap” and his head turned, he starts to focus his concentration on the half orc, holding his breath for a moment and not speaking as he seems to be listening to him. After 30 seconds to a minute go by, his head snaps back around and he faces all of you. “My pardons. Thought I heard something. Sensed something…”
Fable smirks. She looks over at the group for a quick second, "Not right now, I need them to help me with a different matter first. Also they don't have much on them by the looks of it, well save for their equipment but that usually requires a bit more buttering up to be offered up. I'll let them get some money before I play with them." She raises her voice to it's normal level and takes her drink, "Correct thus far and I think I'll be needing a tray to hold it all if you don't care. Oh wait, I'm sorry for being rude; how has your day been?" Fable gives the barkeep an apologetic smile while also listening in on the interaction happening behind her.
“Kulloda not laying on anyone,” Kulloda snarls back at the dwarves.
But he leaves the drunk half orc to his staring and heads over to join the rest but veers towards the dwarves first.
”What about you? You know Halfling sell soap?”
Fable's already pale face seems to lose more color somehow when Kulloda starts to try talking to Hank, but she quickly regains her composer and smiles. "Kasizeth, I want you to meet one of my oldest friends: Luca." She pulls Kasizeth over to the bar and hides behind him. "These are a few of the drink selection. I can recommend a few if you like."
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Kasizeth’s face goes from placid content to sudden panic as he is yanked into social interaction. He doesn’t resist, too shocked at the sudden contact to do much other than sputter. ”I, uh, don’t drink. I mean I do, but not alcohol.”
He looks slightly apologetic after Fable’s display, assuming she was simply excited about the prospect of recommending a drink, but soon notices that she appears to be cowering behind him. He offers her a small smile and a wink, before drawing himself to his full height, offering better cover. He leans in to the barkeep slightly and talks in a smooth and calm voice.
“So, Luca, how long have you had this place?”
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
Luca smiles, "Ah yes, mead as well for the owlin." He grabs a tray and starts aligning the drinks on top. Pausing at Fable's words, "My day? Why Miss Fable, aren't you thoughtful. Been a interesting one though.. did you go to that show in the tent? How strange..." he shakes his head. "But other than that? Typical night, taking over once Sully can't."
He chuckles as Fable drags Kasizeth over, not seeing what her intention is, "Why, I don't own it, though I can see your confusion. Ol' Sully over there does, but as you can see... he isn't functioning real well at the moment."
The dwarf glares at Kulloda as the big guy moves from Sully over to their table. "What's it to you? You want info? You either pay for it or make it worth my while."
Kulloda looks at the dwarf for a few moments.
"Pay what?" Kulloda finally asks. "Halfling selling soap not big secret."
The dwarf smirks at Kulloda's response. "Fine, no gold? Then let's make it interesting, want to arm wrestle?"
He makes a head motion that tells his companion to get out of his seat and the other dwarf hangs out a few steps away, waiting to see what is going to happen. Hank waves his hand at the open seat and looks to Kulloda, "Unless you aren't man enough?"
Mother Anachain pouts a little at her tea being delayed but is happy that she at least has a bit of a drama playing out in front of her as entertainment until the refreshments are server.
“Why try insult? If want to wrestle Kulloda, just say want to wrestle Kulloda. Arm, leg, head. Whatever.” Kulloda says.
As he sits down, he looks at the set up, the chairs, table, everything. He’d been in enough bouts over the years to always keep an eye out for what advantages the local tough guy had. This one was probably strong and did this every day. But a show was a show.
Insight: 15
Togar shifts his attention to the dwarf that Kulloda is talking to, then starts to speak out of the side of his mouth to those seated at the table, concentrating on the dwarf but managing a conversation. “When we were at the tent, with Madame Vespa had an image, in her head. The girl is in a backyard of a home, whittling away at a bar of soap….I see her face.” Then he stops speaking, his head rotates back around to take a sip of mead, then turns back to focus on the dwarf again.
Fable peeks around Kasizeth to see how the competition goes. "The show was defiantly an interesting one. What did you think of the ending?" Fable returns to her original position for a second to look at Kasizeth "If you don't drink then I'd recommend the iricot cider, it's not spiked and tastes amazing while not being too sweet. Unless you like it sweet then I'd recommend Jujube instead."
"Can you make out details of the home that may help us find it?" Anachain asks, not sure this is helpful otherwise. Yes, Togar having seen her face is a plus, but they still have to find her to recognize her.
Looking away from the Owlin and back to the table of wrestling she leans forward and, through cupped hands, calls out "Head wrestling it is!" She then leans back and smiles to herself, ready for a show.
Kulloda smiles, removes his pack and weapons and puts his arm on the table, holding his hand up, ready for the dwarf.
”Head later. Arm now.”
Mother Anachain has a bit of a coughing fit.
Actually she only coughs once. And oddly, to those fluent in common, it sounds less a cough and more a word hidden behind a fake cough...
After her small cough she smiles and looks around and wonders if she is ever going to get that tea she ordered.
Luca is about to answer Fable, opens his mouth to and the shuts it, a confused look crosses his face. Scratching the top of his head he looks at Fable and then shrugs. "Funniest thing...I can't remember. Each time I think about the show, it is just outside my reach. Did that happen to you? How strange."
He finishes putting the drinks on the tray and also turns to watch what is going on between Kulloda and Hank, this has been the most exciting night he has had in a long time.
Kulloda sits down and squares himself up with the dwarf. As soon as Hank takes hold of the half-orc's hand, the conniving little guy kicks Kulloda under the table, attempting to distract him. The kick (attack:8), doesn't faze Kulloda through his thick skin, only that he notices it.
The dwarf then tries to use this feeble distraction to try and win, shove: 18
Kulloda growls when he feels the kick. He's faced this kind before but it still makes his adrenaline kick into overdrive, and his eyes go wide as his nostrils flare.
But the difference in lengths of their forearms causes Kulloda's elbow to slip. It's clear the dwarf has done this against larger opponents before (
4,8 +7): 15The dwarf smiles as he obviously makes an impression on the newcomer and he also finds himself winning. Their interlocked fists move as Kulloda's elbow slips and Hank is about halfway to winning.
Athletics: 20 for next roll
(Best two out of three)
Kulloda sees very little in front of him other than a short arm dwarf getting the upper hand on him.
His arm starts to dip even closer to the table, but that only increases the anger he's feeling at not coming to this contest better prepared. With his underlying rage starting to peek out, Kulloda grunts and lifts his arm back up, negating Hank's advantage.
Athletics (
3, 15 + 7): 22