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“PART WEREWOLF?!” Jorro exclaims. “What the devil? Is that why the town steering clear away from you?”

 "yes"

Liam 19 and 19

Boomi hops off the chair he occupied now standing no taller then when he was sitting on the chair. Tucking his beard in his belt, He makes his way over to the Bard keeping half an eye on the loud giant of a man cornering a man. 

At the Bard drops a sliver in her hat.

"On ye break like to hear the tale behind the song lass. If ye don't mind."

He stills back down near Liam this time looking the elf up and down. 

"Ye mind share a table with a Dwarf friend?"

(OOC: Don't know if check is needed or not, but in case it is, see spoiler. Otherwise ignore it.)

 Strolling into the tavern with his head buried in a book, but an uncanny sense of spatial awareness as to weave thoughtless pass patrons and tables alike, is a bespectacled man, if Anvirero could still be called such; what with his blue, hairless skin and lanky figure. Although apart from such features and a few minor/less noticeable ones that would mark him as decidedly "non-human", he's dressed no differently than average traveler used to lengthy trips at sea, making it difficulty for most to pin him down as anything more than an off duty sailor, and seemingly wholly uninterested in anything beyond the pages of his book. However, as he's finding an empty seat without thought to other occupants feelings (unless they make it known), the barbarian's exclamation of "Part Werewolf!?" is a bit too hard to ignore! Not without poorly playing at subtly by adjusting his glasses and lowering his book just enough to peer over the top and watch things unfold.

At least until something else grabs his interest, maybe...

“Interesting, but you left out a lot of details lad. Why are you cursed? Where are your parents? If you’re an orphan, then who is taking care of you? Lastly, is there a way to get rid of this curse?” The barbarian turns over to the bar maid and whistles at her to grab her attention. 

“Another round for myself.”

The man in white continues to watch the room and fiddle with his symbol, though his attention focuses on the two human's talking. The conversation seems civil enough, but you never know what to expect here at the Crooked Crow Inn.

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Boomi hops off the chair he occupied now standing no taller then when he was sitting on the chair. Tucking his beard in his belt, He makes his way over to the Bard keeping half an eye on the loud giant of a man cornering a man. 

At the Bard drops a sliver in her hat.

"On ye break like to hear the tale behind the song lass. If ye don't mind."

He stills back down near Liam this time looking the elf up and down. 

"Ye mind share a table with a Dwarf friend?"

 "not at all, the story of Astabar is not a popular tale in these parts. My name is Rivana Greywire and the tale of Astabar is true. His manor is but an hour walk north of the village and has been abandoned for many years. Fortune and magic awaits those bold enough to risk it. I plan on heading there in the morning. Perhaps you would be interested in joining me?"

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“Interesting, but you left out a lot of details lad. Why are you cursed? Where are your parents? If you’re an orphan, then who is taking care of you? Lastly, is there a way to get rid of this curse?” The barbarian turns over to the bar maid and whistles at her to grab her attention. 

“Another round for myself.”

 Rivana stops him. "this round is on me."

(i have decided to make it simpler that enough people have seen the part werewolf and the bard that nobody needs to do any more checks for that)

Boomi look her up and down. "Unless there is a fair bit of magic hidden in ye, can't let ye go on her own. Moradin never let me in his forge if I did. I'll gladly give ye escort but we two might not be enough if as ye say your song is true"

"many thanks"

Liam says “I will join you as well. “

As curious as he was about the werewolf situation, overhearing the word fortune immediately leads to Anvirero snapping the book close and revealing the grinning face once hidden behind it, before (if need be) hop out of his seat to approach the Rivana and the rest. "And I, Anvirero as well, if you'll have me -- which of course you will, if /we're/ to acquire anything of any real value from that place." The vedalken asserts with a smile to his voice. "Though a bit a more muscle couldn't hurt now could it?"He asks while turning his gaze over to the Barbarian and "werewolf" pair. "Say friend!" He calls to the barbarian. "You seem like a strapping young lad. Would you and that other friend of yours be interested in a spot of adventure of a sort?"

As the barbarian takes another tankard of ale, his gaze looks up at the Vedalken that's unknown to him. He tips the tankard to his lips drinking half of it as he lets out a refreshing sigh. "Depends on the job and how much they're paying. If the price is right I am inclined to go." He licks his lips and drinks the remaining tankard of ale. "The name's Jorro, by the way."

The white haired man stands up, casual, at least in his head. He walks towards the bar and says "thanks" and makes his way to the exit  He looks around, taking a quick survey, seeing if any eyes are on him.

Perception w/ Guidance: 7 but there is too much going on for anything to stand out to him. Representatives of the gods are not always welcome these days, and Expos certainly did not try and hide his faith. He never would. His faith is complicated, but that is his burden.

"There seems to be a group forming around the bard" he thinks to himself. "I will meet them outside and join them, I feel that is the correct direction for me."

He steps out of the door, his hair briefly turns red for anyone looking, and as it transforms back to white, he waits...

(please gather outside the tavern so we can begin)

The Bard and the part werewolf comes outside

Boomi follows the Bard and once out side looks at the others. "Ba well met we look like a strong lot. I be Boomi Battleborne of Clan Battleborne, paladin of Moradin. Might not mean much these days as the Forge Father been quite some time but has not ye problem." 

Through the picket line of trees to the north you see a three story stone manor house set behind a stone wall seven feet in height. The building looks as if it has been abandoned for some time. The grounds are overgrown and a leafy blanket of vines covers much of the stone work. Other than a murder of crows nesting on the roof you see no signs of life. The rusted iron gate stands partially open. Amazingly, the grass and weeds beyond the gate have grown almost to the height of the wall itself turning the interior courtyard into a labyrinth of vegetation.

Liam enjoys the gentle walk to the manor. He makes small talk with the others sharing a bit about himself. 

Liam O’Donnell was born into a noble Eladrin family, Liam’s early years were filled with tales of his ancestors’ valor and wisdom. His family’s crest, a symbol of their honor and legacy, was proudly displayed on a cloak that had been passed down through generations. 

As a young elf, Liam showed an extraordinary aptitude for magic. His parents, recognizing his potential, ensured he received the finest education in the arcane arts. He was sent to study at Strixhaven. However, tragedy struck when a rival noble house, envious of the O’Donnell’s influence, orchestrated a coup that led to the downfall of Liam’s family. Stripped of their titles and lands, the O’Donnells were forced into exile.

Determined to restore his family’s honor, Liam took up the mantle of a wizard. He trained rigorously, mastering spells that would aid him in his quest. Alongside his magical studies, he honed his skills with a longbow, a weapon that allowed him to strike from the shadows, much like the enemies who had wronged his family.

Liam’s beloved cloak, embroidered with his family’s crest, serves as a constant reminder of his noble past and the mission that drives him. Every stitch tells a story of courage, sacrifice, and the unyielding spirit of the O’Donnell lineage.

The ornate double doors are free of the vines that cover the rest of the building. There are dozens of runes burned into the wood of the doors. You nervously ponder the thought that this could indicate the entrance is magically trapped or protected. You have just begun to examine the symbols when a loud foreboding snort draws your attention back towards the courtyard entrance. Through the path you made in the tall grass you see a massive black rhinoceros. The beast paws at the ground with its powerful hoof as it tosses its head from side to side displaying a lethal three foot long horn.

roll for initiative please