"As I recall," Mother Anachain chimes in, "The task was to find the girl, not the pearl. At least to begin... Perhaps the girl knows information we need before handling the pearl. But still, it is reassuring to know you have such magics at your disposal. And that through you we can find the pearl whenever needed."
That said, Anachain looks up and down the street and tries to assess where to go to next. "I'd not expect her to be peddling her wares at the Bakery or Temple but if we have no luck elsewhere it may be wise to at least check them to see if they know of her. I would suggest we start at the Farm Supplies store and then expand from there as needed...?"
"Kulloda still need breakfast," the half-orc says, patting his stomach, having completely forgotten about the fight with the dwarves. He listens for a moment to Drip and Anachain then shrugs. "Pearl, girl, whatever. Kulloda go bakery then meet at Farm store."
Anachain watches as Kulloda stomps off towards the bakery for a bit and then sighs. "The mindless brute is our leader... Great." With a slight but steady headshake over this, she slowly follows.
The group reluctantly follows Kulloda into the bakery, but as soon as the scents hit them as they enter the small shop, the reluctancy melts away. The place is filled with baked goods, from basic breads and buns and rolls to fruit tarts, cakes, pies, scones. The place isn't very big, so as you all move to get a better smell, you fill up the remaining space in the shop.
A tall tiefling stands behind the corner and grins as you all enter. "Why, I haven't had so many people in my shop for a long time. What brings you in here? I mean.. I'm assuming you're all hungry?" She pulls out a tray of blueberry muffins from behind her and sets it on the counter, "C'mon, have one. On the house."
"Our leader there is as hungry as a halfling on a full day fast," Anachain says with a smirk. She demurs when offered a free muffin, having eaten her fill already and never a fan of blueberries, be she declines with a "Thank you anyway..."
"Speaking of halflings..." she adds as if the thought just occurred to her. "You wouldn't happen to know that darling halfling girl who makes the soap, would you? I was hoping to catch her today... I have a bit of a special request for her."
Drip doesn't waste a second. He scoots up to the counter and, without hesitation, grabs two muffins—one in each hand. “Oh, sweet, thanks dude! I’ll take her’s too!” he mumbles, already halfway through a bite of the first one. Crumbs spill down his chin as he polishes it off in a few bites, barely taking a breath before he moves on to the second.
“Man, these are pretty choice,” he says through a mouthful, not even bothering to swallow. He leans back against the counter, looking completely at ease, as if this is exactly where he’s meant to be. “You got any milk dude?”
Togar’s beak clicks in anticipation and he picks up a blueberry muffin, picking each blueberry out and gobbling it up, then munching more slowly on the rest of the muffin, mouth full he listens for a bit. Meal concluded with many crumbs on the floor, he turns his attention to the matter at hand. He still has his odd helmet on his head and he turns to the Tiefling, focusing on him for a moment, then looking around the shop, taking note to himself, looking for anything out of place… signs of a girl who might live here..
Perception : 16
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Kulloda takes a blueberry muffin, grunting his thanks and chews on it while he looks at what else is on offer. Spotting anything savoury with meat or egg, he will pay for a couple of those pastries and nod along as Anachain asks about the halfling.
"She have grandfather too," Kulloda says. "If not know where she is maybe he knows."
The tieflin smirks as she watches the water genasi gobble up the two muffins, ignoring the mess he is making. "Milk? Sorry um, dude, but I don't typically serve people at the counter here. I typically ship goods out in bulk."
As Kulloda looks around, he does indeed find pastries that are savory, a strong smell of good meat emanates from them.
"A darling halfling girl that makes soap, you say? Why I do know that the Wildwillows are known for their scented soaps, done quite well and a large assortment of scents I must say. They tend to sell them out of Shore's Shop if you're looking for those. Oh! But you're looking for their daughter? Yes, she is darling, but her name slips my mind at the moment. Dark hair, sweet thing, quite the chatterbox.." she trails off.
"The Wildwillows, yes! That is the name," Anachain says as if the name was on the tip of her tongue and she just couldn't grasp it. "Thank you ever so much..."
"Well, Drip, it seems you will be going to the shore afterall," she teases with a smirk and then heads for the door. "Hurry up with your purchases, all. We have more shopping to do!" With that, Mother Anachain steps outside of the bakery and looks up and down the street until she spots Shore's Shop once more. If that is where the family sells their soaps then there is a better than good chance the proprietor will have an idea of where they live.
Drip departs the shop with a, “Thanks dude!” and follows along… somewhat. He occasionally wanders off when something catches his eye, only to meander back to the group, generally heading in same direction but evidently not in any rush to get there.
As he wanders around, he keeps an eye out for any halfling children (Perception 12).
“Yes, yes, on to the store. Let me see if I can spot it.” Togar steps out of the bakery and takes flight, looking for the Shore’s Shop from the air, calling and pointing for the group once it is spotted. He will land and wait for the others to arrive, invade, and question the shop owners who were likely having a good day, up until now.
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The bell dings as you all head into Shore's Shop. Inside, you find yourself in a quaint little general store that already has a few shoppers inside. A couple of elder looking elves are looking at some dried goods having a hushed discussion and there is a human going through some tools. Behind the counter, another human, male - middle aged and blond, smiles as you all as you enter.
"Behave," Anachain says in a hush to the others as they enter. "We're here to ask questions, not disrupt a business..." She then looks at the group and struggles to suppress a sigh and a roll of the eyes. Lord above, she thinks to herself...
"Well, fearless leader?" she asks of Kulloda, "how do you want to play this?"
Drip saunters over to the elderly couple, crumbs still clinging to his chest from the muffins. He gives them an easygoing smile before diving into his question, his tone casual but his words unexpectedly deep.
“So, like, have you ever thought about how much of life is just... buying stuff, dude? I mean, like, are we owning things, or are things owning us, you know? Are we just filling the void with blueberry muffins and dried goods, or is there something more out there, waiting to be discovered?”
He pauses, letting the weight of his words hang in the air, then quickly shifts gears, “Anyway dude, you ever seen a halfling kid around here? Sellin’ soap maybe?”
He leans in, as if he's about to share a secret, waiting for their answer with a curious tilt of his head.
Togar steps forward and holds his hand out, with his palm up. “Indeed. The youngling looks somewhat like this…” He waves his other hand over and creates an illusory image of the girl, then a second one with a zoom in on her face, taken from the image he saw before in his mind. “Have you seen her?”
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As soon as the half-orc approaches the counter and demands to know about the halfling girl, the man behind the counter's smile turns into a frown. He crosses his arms and tries to make himself look taller as he responds, "Why? What are you going to do to her? She's a sweet thing and has no business with a half-orc like you."
The male elf furrows his brows at the genasi's question. "Things owning us? However do you mean? Things don't own us, they don't even move or talk!" His wife interjects, "Well, they might if you imbue them with magic, but you're right dear, things don't own us, what a peculiar question." She smiles down at Drip patronizingly and adds, "I see halfling kids around all the time, but no, I don't pay attention to what they are selling. I like to buy my wares right here in the shop. Charles does such a nice job keeping things organized."
As the owl steps up and makes his image, Charles unfolds his arms and looks from one person to the other, obviously confused. "What is this? She in trouble?"
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"As I recall," Mother Anachain chimes in, "The task was to find the girl, not the pearl. At least to begin... Perhaps the girl knows information we need before handling the pearl. But still, it is reassuring to know you have such magics at your disposal. And that through you we can find the pearl whenever needed."
That said, Anachain looks up and down the street and tries to assess where to go to next. "I'd not expect her to be peddling her wares at the Bakery or Temple but if we have no luck elsewhere it may be wise to at least check them to see if they know of her. I would suggest we start at the Farm Supplies store and then expand from there as needed...?"
Kulloda leaves the tavern, a frown on his face.
"Kulloda still need breakfast," the half-orc says, patting his stomach, having completely forgotten about the fight with the dwarves. He listens for a moment to Drip and Anachain then shrugs. "Pearl, girl, whatever. Kulloda go bakery then meet at Farm store."
He then heads to Butter's Bakery.
Anachain watches as Kulloda stomps off towards the bakery for a bit and then sighs. "The mindless brute is our leader... Great." With a slight but steady headshake over this, she slowly follows.
The group reluctantly follows Kulloda into the bakery, but as soon as the scents hit them as they enter the small shop, the reluctancy melts away. The place is filled with baked goods, from basic breads and buns and rolls to fruit tarts, cakes, pies, scones. The place isn't very big, so as you all move to get a better smell, you fill up the remaining space in the shop.
A tall tiefling stands behind the corner and grins as you all enter. "Why, I haven't had so many people in my shop for a long time. What brings you in here? I mean.. I'm assuming you're all hungry?" She pulls out a tray of blueberry muffins from behind her and sets it on the counter, "C'mon, have one. On the house."
"Our leader there is as hungry as a halfling on a full day fast," Anachain says with a smirk. She demurs when offered a free muffin, having eaten her fill already and never a fan of blueberries, be she declines with a "Thank you anyway..."
"Speaking of halflings..." she adds as if the thought just occurred to her. "You wouldn't happen to know that darling halfling girl who makes the soap, would you? I was hoping to catch her today... I have a bit of a special request for her."
Drip doesn't waste a second. He scoots up to the counter and, without hesitation, grabs two muffins—one in each hand. “Oh, sweet, thanks dude! I’ll take her’s too!” he mumbles, already halfway through a bite of the first one. Crumbs spill down his chin as he polishes it off in a few bites, barely taking a breath before he moves on to the second.
“Man, these are pretty choice,” he says through a mouthful, not even bothering to swallow. He leans back against the counter, looking completely at ease, as if this is exactly where he’s meant to be. “You got any milk dude?”
Togar’s beak clicks in anticipation and he picks up a blueberry muffin, picking each blueberry out and gobbling it up, then munching more slowly on the rest of the muffin, mouth full he listens for a bit. Meal concluded with many crumbs on the floor, he turns his attention to the matter at hand. He still has his odd helmet on his head and he turns to the Tiefling, focusing on him for a moment, then looking around the shop, taking note to himself, looking for anything out of place… signs of a girl who might live here..
Perception : 16
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Kulloda takes a blueberry muffin, grunting his thanks and chews on it while he looks at what else is on offer. Spotting anything savoury with meat or egg, he will pay for a couple of those pastries and nod along as Anachain asks about the halfling.
"She have grandfather too," Kulloda says. "If not know where she is maybe he knows."
The tieflin smirks as she watches the water genasi gobble up the two muffins, ignoring the mess he is making. "Milk? Sorry um, dude, but I don't typically serve people at the counter here. I typically ship goods out in bulk."
As Kulloda looks around, he does indeed find pastries that are savory, a strong smell of good meat emanates from them.
"A darling halfling girl that makes soap, you say? Why I do know that the Wildwillows are known for their scented soaps, done quite well and a large assortment of scents I must say. They tend to sell them out of Shore's Shop if you're looking for those. Oh! But you're looking for their daughter? Yes, she is darling, but her name slips my mind at the moment. Dark hair, sweet thing, quite the chatterbox.." she trails off.
"The Wildwillows, yes! That is the name," Anachain says as if the name was on the tip of her tongue and she just couldn't grasp it. "Thank you ever so much..."
"Well, Drip, it seems you will be going to the shore afterall," she teases with a smirk and then heads for the door. "Hurry up with your purchases, all. We have more shopping to do!" With that, Mother Anachain steps outside of the bakery and looks up and down the street until she spots Shore's Shop once more. If that is where the family sells their soaps then there is a better than good chance the proprietor will have an idea of where they live.
Kulloda takes a couple of the savoury pastries and follows out on to the street, chewing as he moves on to the Shore Shop.
Drip departs the shop with a, “Thanks dude!” and follows along… somewhat. He occasionally wanders off when something catches his eye, only to meander back to the group, generally heading in same direction but evidently not in any rush to get there.
As he wanders around, he keeps an eye out for any halfling children (Perception 12).
“Yes, yes, on to the store. Let me see if I can spot it.” Togar steps out of the bakery and takes flight, looking for the Shore’s Shop from the air, calling and pointing for the group once it is spotted. He will land and wait for the others to arrive, invade, and question the shop owners who were likely having a good day, up until now.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
(Nice Togar, very ominous)
The bell dings as you all head into Shore's Shop. Inside, you find yourself in a quaint little general store that already has a few shoppers inside. A couple of elder looking elves are looking at some dried goods having a hushed discussion and there is a human going through some tools. Behind the counter, another human, male - middle aged and blond, smiles as you all as you enter.
"Behave," Anachain says in a hush to the others as they enter. "We're here to ask questions, not disrupt a business..." She then looks at the group and struggles to suppress a sigh and a roll of the eyes. Lord above, she thinks to herself...
"Well, fearless leader?" she asks of Kulloda, "how do you want to play this?"
Kulloda enters the shop behind Anachain, still chewing on pastries as he does, missing the admonishment to behave.
”Kulloda is fearless.” Kulloda responds with a nod. “But no time to play game. Have to find soap seller.”
Kulloda heads to the smiling man behind the counter.
”We look for soap seller. Wildwillow Halfling girl.”
Drip saunters over to the elderly couple, crumbs still clinging to his chest from the muffins. He gives them an easygoing smile before diving into his question, his tone casual but his words unexpectedly deep.
“So, like, have you ever thought about how much of life is just... buying stuff, dude? I mean, like, are we owning things, or are things owning us, you know? Are we just filling the void with blueberry muffins and dried goods, or is there something more out there, waiting to be discovered?”
He pauses, letting the weight of his words hang in the air, then quickly shifts gears, “Anyway dude, you ever seen a halfling kid around here? Sellin’ soap maybe?”
He leans in, as if he's about to share a secret, waiting for their answer with a curious tilt of his head.
Anachain cannot but help sigh and roll her eyes. Who could have ever imagined Kulloda would be the reasonable one??
Togar steps forward and holds his hand out, with his palm up. “Indeed. The youngling looks somewhat like this…” He waves his other hand over and creates an illusory image of the girl, then a second one with a zoom in on her face, taken from the image he saw before in his mind. “Have you seen her?”
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
As soon as the half-orc approaches the counter and demands to know about the halfling girl, the man behind the counter's smile turns into a frown. He crosses his arms and tries to make himself look taller as he responds, "Why? What are you going to do to her? She's a sweet thing and has no business with a half-orc like you."
The male elf furrows his brows at the genasi's question. "Things owning us? However do you mean? Things don't own us, they don't even move or talk!" His wife interjects, "Well, they might if you imbue them with magic, but you're right dear, things don't own us, what a peculiar question." She smiles down at Drip patronizingly and adds, "I see halfling kids around all the time, but no, I don't pay attention to what they are selling. I like to buy my wares right here in the shop. Charles does such a nice job keeping things organized."
As the owl steps up and makes his image, Charles unfolds his arms and looks from one person to the other, obviously confused. "What is this? She in trouble?"