Jherak thanks the woman that showed he and his companions for her hospitality, in Elven. He notices the stranger that’s joined them. He can feel some tension around the newcomer and some in the group. He recalls being the outsider in the group.
”Welcome, traveler, I’m Jherak. Couldn’t help but notice you outside before we came in here. What brings you to the area? Do you know anyone else here, or are you traveling alone?”
He stops short of inviting the stranger to join them, leaving it up to someone else in the group.
He casually observes the dwarf and large warrior, both dining alone. He makes eye contact with a few of the others and nods in the direction of the dwarf and warrior, as if to say, “anyone interested in talking to them,” without actually saying it.
(A few of you could make some perception rolls, but they would be better if targeted at something specific). The group is served warm food that is quite good, including a good soup. Any that are vegetarian are also provided with good options. The wine/ beer, and other drinks are also good. Its likely the best meal you have had since the one that brought most of you together in Port Rentarn, before this whole adventure began and your search for Natalie Storm.
(Lira)
The newcomer has damage to his face caused by magical cold damage.
Jharek
Jharek notes that the huge warrior has shackles on his wrists, but they don't seem attached to anything right now. He may have been a prisoner/ or slave, perhaps he escaped? Not certain.
After nodding his thanks to the half elf woman, Vydar flops down in his chair and orders whatever sounds good. He raises an eyebrow when the frostbitten man sits with them, it seems like a huge coincidence that someone in such attire and baring such wounds would end up being seated with them. With that in mind Vydar's not sure if he should be wary of this man or not. Noting his attempts to interact with Lev, Vydar doesn't feel like the man is an immediate threat, but he still doesn't trust him immediately either... nor does he feel like they should be sharing specific information around the stranger.
Vydar is a young dark elf with what seems like a perpetual scowl and a rouge-ish look about him. He has dark charcoal skin with shaggy white hair that falls just below his jawline and fades to black at it's tips, and partially obscures his deep red eyes. A tattered grey scarf hangs about his neck. The scarf is only slightly more tattered than the rest of his dark clothing. He carries a large satchel as well as a well made rapier at his side.
With Jharek now addressing the stranger seated with them, Vydar turns his gaze to the other people of note within the tavern. The cloaked woman in the corner immediately gains his attention as her demeanor is that of someone lying in wait. While she's very likely keeping watch on someone else, there's always a chance she could be spying on them as well... He hates thinking about it but just the fact that she's a woman makes the chance that she works for the witch even higher.
He tries not to make it obvious that he's watching her. He begins pretending to be listening to Jharek's conversation while he observes her from the corner of his eye.
Lev's eyes scan the room, taking note of the cloaked woman positioned to watch everyone.
Perception: 13
He stiffens slightly when the stranger comments on his glaive, eyes darting back to their table as his hand instinctively tightens on the weapon--covering most of the engraved word on its haft. His brow farrows slightly, clearly having thought to take the comment as a threat at first but now re-assessing that reaction. He loosens his grip on the weapon, deciding not to jump to conclusions. However, instead of responding to the comment about his glaive he says, "You look like you've had a rough time." He turns his face slightly as if to gesture to the man's frostbite. His tone isn't confrontational, just a bit blunt.
Halbert looks around and decides that the elf with ink on his hand might be a mage or an intellectual, he might know something about Nicodemus...
He places his hands around the soup bowl to warm them up, while answering
yes, indeed I had hard time...even before entering here, I bet I was about being robbed or worst
and then to Jharek
NIce to meet you, Jharek, my name is Halbert. I travel alone, unfortunately, to search for a wizard called NIcodemus, I heard he stopped a threat at the port today and then disappeared. Do you happen to know about him? And what about you: what brings you here?
Amdaeng notes that the three sisters are indeed identical. They work in unison, almost like a dance, creating drinks, bringing out food, interacting with customers. They seem quite good at their jobs and seem to take great pride in their establishment. Customers seem happy and more safe than other places they have visited in Blacksand.
Lev takes a quick look at the woman in the corner. She certainly seems to be the type that watches all that enter and leave this place. Strangely, there is a second wine cup on her table, empty and face down. When Lev quietly points this out to the group, Lira indicates that this is a sign that she is in the thieves guild.
(LIRA)
Using your perception, you may find other signs or meanings in Thieves Cant, after Lev pointed out the upside down cup at the ladies table.
(OOC: We have a few folks traveling and vacationing during the holidays, so will take things slow. Anyone who has not posted a description of their character for our new player, please try to do so. I'll keep things going slowly over the break but plan on resuming Jan 2nd. Happy Holidays!!)
Having spent his early years as a soldier, Jherak is usually quiet and reserved. His thin build may disguise his fighting style, that of a well rounded and calculated killer. His scraggly black hair hides his green eyes, and his unkept beard and shabby appearance give away someone who is well overdue for a bath.
Zarbyn sits at the table between two of his allies and takes the first minute to take in the room and general ambiance before noticing that they have seated all those who just entered as a group and a large warrior type has been seated with them.
"Hail friend, my name is Zarbyn," and he extends his hand in greeting, "did you just arrive here in Blacksand recently? If you would like to share what news you have from distant lands and the roads taken to reach them then we would be willing to share what we know of Nicodemus."
After the greeting when Zarbyn has gotten comfortable in his seat again, "A fair exchange of information is all I'm proposing."
Zarbyn is a 6 foot 3 inch tall, lightly tanned human man wearing mariner's studded leather armor, the armor is stylized with depictions of sharks and any spikes or studs on the armor are stylized fins. Other than a couple of daggers and a sickle he doesn't look that well armed but acts as if he has the best weapon for the job at hand.
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Amdaeng regards the other tables with interest but keeps herself to herself knowing they have work to do.
" So......early night then? Our appointments not till afternoon......but we do tend to accumulate delays so we should probably leave early-ish."
" I can cover the rooms and food for tonight."
Lira nods in agreement, her thoughts preoccupied with the vision she saw earlier.
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Jherak thanks the woman that showed he and his companions for her hospitality, in Elven.
He notices the stranger that’s joined them. He can feel some tension around the newcomer and some in the group. He recalls being the outsider in the group.
”Welcome, traveler, I’m Jherak. Couldn’t help but notice you outside before we came in here. What brings you to the area? Do you know anyone else here, or are you traveling alone?”
He stops short of inviting the stranger to join them, leaving it up to someone else in the group.
He casually observes the dwarf and large warrior, both dining alone. He makes eye contact with a few of the others and nods in the direction of the dwarf and warrior, as if to say, “anyone interested in talking to them,” without actually saying it.
(A few of you could make some perception rolls, but they would be better if targeted at something specific).
The group is served warm food that is quite good, including a good soup. Any that are vegetarian are also provided with good options. The wine/ beer, and other drinks are also good. Its likely the best meal you have had since the one that brought most of you together in Port Rentarn, before this whole adventure began and your search for Natalie Storm.
(Lira)
The newcomer has damage to his face caused by magical cold damage.
Jharek
Jharek notes that the huge warrior has shackles on his wrists, but they don't seem attached to anything right now. He may have been a prisoner/ or slave, perhaps he escaped? Not certain.
After nodding his thanks to the half elf woman, Vydar flops down in his chair and orders whatever sounds good. He raises an eyebrow when the frostbitten man sits with them, it seems like a huge coincidence that someone in such attire and baring such wounds would end up being seated with them. With that in mind Vydar's not sure if he should be wary of this man or not. Noting his attempts to interact with Lev, Vydar doesn't feel like the man is an immediate threat, but he still doesn't trust him immediately either... nor does he feel like they should be sharing specific information around the stranger.
Vydar is a young dark elf with what seems like a perpetual scowl and a rouge-ish look about him. He has dark charcoal skin with shaggy white hair that falls just below his jawline and fades to black at it's tips, and partially obscures his deep red eyes. A tattered grey scarf hangs about his neck. The scarf is only slightly more tattered than the rest of his dark clothing. He carries a large satchel as well as a well made rapier at his side.
With Jharek now addressing the stranger seated with them, Vydar turns his gaze to the other people of note within the tavern. The cloaked woman in the corner immediately gains his attention as her demeanor is that of someone lying in wait. While she's very likely keeping watch on someone else, there's always a chance she could be spying on them as well... He hates thinking about it but just the fact that she's a woman makes the chance that she works for the witch even higher.
He tries not to make it obvious that he's watching her. He begins pretending to be listening to Jharek's conversation while he observes her from the corner of his eye.
Perception: 23
Amdaeng relaxes by watching the three owners as they go about their work....
Perception- 20
Lev's eyes scan the room, taking note of the cloaked woman positioned to watch everyone.
Perception: 13
He stiffens slightly when the stranger comments on his glaive, eyes darting back to their table as his hand instinctively tightens on the weapon--covering most of the engraved word on its haft. His brow farrows slightly, clearly having thought to take the comment as a threat at first but now re-assessing that reaction. He loosens his grip on the weapon, deciding not to jump to conclusions. However, instead of responding to the comment about his glaive he says, "You look like you've had a rough time." He turns his face slightly as if to gesture to the man's frostbite. His tone isn't confrontational, just a bit blunt.
Halbert looks around and decides that the elf with ink on his hand might be a mage or an intellectual, he might know something about Nicodemus...
He places his hands around the soup bowl to warm them up, while answering
yes, indeed I had hard time...even before entering here, I bet I was about being robbed or worst
and then to Jharek
NIce to meet you, Jharek, my name is Halbert. I travel alone, unfortunately, to search for a wizard called NIcodemus, I heard he stopped a threat at the port today and then disappeared. Do you happen to know about him? And what about you: what brings you here?
Amdaeng notes that the three sisters are indeed identical. They work in unison, almost like a dance, creating drinks, bringing out food, interacting with customers. They seem quite good at their jobs and seem to take great pride in their establishment. Customers seem happy and more safe than other places they have visited in Blacksand.
Lev takes a quick look at the woman in the corner. She certainly seems to be the type that watches all that enter and leave this place. Strangely, there is a second wine cup on her table, empty and face down. When Lev quietly points this out to the group, Lira indicates that this is a sign that she is in the thieves guild.
(LIRA)
Using your perception, you may find other signs or meanings in Thieves Cant, after Lev pointed out the upside down cup at the ladies table.
(OOC: We have a few folks traveling and vacationing during the holidays, so will take things slow. Anyone who has not posted a description of their character for our new player, please try to do so. I'll keep things going slowly over the break but plan on resuming Jan 2nd. Happy Holidays!!)
Having spent his early years as a soldier, Jherak is usually quiet and reserved. His thin build may disguise his fighting style, that of a well rounded and calculated killer. His scraggly black hair hides his green eyes, and his unkept beard and shabby appearance give away someone who is well overdue for a bath.
Zarbyn sits at the table between two of his allies and takes the first minute to take in the room and general ambiance before noticing that they have seated all those who just entered as a group and a large warrior type has been seated with them.
"Hail friend, my name is Zarbyn," and he extends his hand in greeting, "did you just arrive here in Blacksand recently? If you would like to share what news you have from distant lands and the roads taken to reach them then we would be willing to share what we know of Nicodemus."
After the greeting when Zarbyn has gotten comfortable in his seat again, "A fair exchange of information is all I'm proposing."
Zarbyn is a 6 foot 3 inch tall, lightly tanned human man wearing mariner's studded leather armor, the armor is stylized with depictions of sharks and any spikes or studs on the armor are stylized fins. Other than a couple of daggers and a sickle he doesn't look that well armed but acts as if he has the best weapon for the job at hand.