Looking first to the men at the table. " Now my friends no need to worry. No one is hurt, we are just seeking a warm meal and some supplies for our journey." Looking to the housewife. Giving her a slight bow and tip of his hat. " Greetings fair lady, we are seeking some supplies for a journey, travel rations and the like. As you can see we have this lovely little bundle of joy with us." Gesturing toward Alorin. "He is a new father, and alas her mother is no longer in the picture and he is feeling a little overwhelmed. Do you also have any baby supplies?" Sniffing again. "Prehaps some changing cloths?"
The loggers are almost certainly Lochlann men. The tavern itself is built in the style preferred by the Northfolk clans of Darryl--a rustic wooden cottage with heavy logs, a single floor, and a chimney with a great hearth. It's a bit more advanced than the longhouse, which is also a very popular style, but heavily used in this area. The farmwife is also dressed just like a Northfolk peasant. Out from behind one of the tables Alorin suddenly notices a black-and-white goat curiously coming out to investigate. There are no insignia or obvious clan colors that he can note, and the only image is a portrait on the wall, hanging by the fireplace. It's not very big, and he would have to get closer to it to see the details, but the frame is cut similarly to the portrait hung in the roadside shrine outside.
"Young man, you'll need to go five miles back into Darryl if you're looking for supplies!" The farmwife chides. "I serve food and drinks here, mostly for the locals, if I'll be honest; most merchants and travelers will push on to the port, proper-like." She narrows her eyes. "Have you caused some sort o' trouble in town? Else I see no reason under the Shub's eaves why you'd be out here looking to supply a journey. The farmers 'ere won't help you if'n they don't know you. But I'll help you with this poor li'le babe. You got a cow or a goat to feed her with? I've got some linen scraps here we can make some swaddle with, and you're welcome to the straw in the back. It's fer the ox and the goat, nothing a horse will eat, but it'll do to swaddle a babe with." The woman pats Cassie's cheek, smiling, and coos at her. Cassie hiccups and stares at the woman with great, wet, wobbly eyes.
"My name is Agnel Chudrow, by the way, my fair lads, and lasses. Now I'd have the true story. Satisfy a curious old maid who lives a simple life. What trouble did you cause in Darryl that you're runnin' out here lookin' for help, mm?"
Rivyre intially seemed comfortable walking into this warm establishment especially considering how cold & inhospitable it's been the last couple days w/ the Vague that lingered. Of Of course that all changed as soon as the bigm burly loggermen jumped up & ready for action..., almost threateningly if she's being honest w/ how she feels. Agnel seems friendly enough wanting to help Cassie..., but clearly there is no fooling her if she's truly that insightful. Although thinking to herself, Moz's deceptions have not been all that convincing since she first met him & the trouble he's gotten himself into. She steps out from behind the group & cautiously approaches,
"A pleasure to meet you miss Agnel, i'm Rivyre. Our mistake for misunderstanding the purpose of your fine establishment, but any help you could give to our little bundle is most appreciated. We would then continue w/ our journey to Enniskillen to meet up w/ a friend & I have some personal buisness to attend to @ the chapel there."(Persuasion: 8+2= 10)
"Mm, a lot of half answers and conflicting stories yer givin' me," Agnel says with a chuckle and a wink. "Now it's a pilgrimage, eh? Well, I can make my own deductions! I know very well we don't care for Flamekeepers in Darryl, and whatever yer folks' tale is, I wager the Flame is a part of it. But I'll help a little babe any day."The woman bustles out into the back and returns with some strips of linen and a few handfuls of straw. "Will these do for ye? I'm happy to change her if ye like. I've nothing to feed her--it's mid winter and Mabel here won't kid until the spring."
The four loggers, meantime, have sat back down to continue their meal, but they are carefully watching the party.
"You are shrewd one, Agnel. You are right there is more to the story of this child than meets the eye. After all how can there not be with such a odd group with her." Giving her his best grin. " Any assistance with young Cassie I think would be most welcome. We have a source of milk, but I for one have never changed a baby before and would welcome your assistance."
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Moz the Magnificent
Looking first to the men at the table. " Now my friends no need to worry. No one is hurt, we are just seeking a warm meal and some supplies for our journey." Looking to the housewife. Giving her a slight bow and tip of his hat. " Greetings fair lady, we are seeking some supplies for a journey, travel rations and the like. As you can see we have this lovely little bundle of joy with us." Gesturing toward Alorin. "He is a new father, and alas her mother is no longer in the picture and he is feeling a little overwhelmed. Do you also have any baby supplies?" Sniffing again. "Prehaps some changing cloths?"
The loggers are almost certainly Lochlann men. The tavern itself is built in the style preferred by the Northfolk clans of Darryl--a rustic wooden cottage with heavy logs, a single floor, and a chimney with a great hearth. It's a bit more advanced than the longhouse, which is also a very popular style, but heavily used in this area. The farmwife is also dressed just like a Northfolk peasant. Out from behind one of the tables Alorin suddenly notices a black-and-white goat curiously coming out to investigate. There are no insignia or obvious clan colors that he can note, and the only image is a portrait on the wall, hanging by the fireplace. It's not very big, and he would have to get closer to it to see the details, but the frame is cut similarly to the portrait hung in the roadside shrine outside.
"Young man, you'll need to go five miles back into Darryl if you're looking for supplies!" The farmwife chides. "I serve food and drinks here, mostly for the locals, if I'll be honest; most merchants and travelers will push on to the port, proper-like." She narrows her eyes. "Have you caused some sort o' trouble in town? Else I see no reason under the Shub's eaves why you'd be out here looking to supply a journey. The farmers 'ere won't help you if'n they don't know you. But I'll help you with this poor li'le babe. You got a cow or a goat to feed her with? I've got some linen scraps here we can make some swaddle with, and you're welcome to the straw in the back. It's fer the ox and the goat, nothing a horse will eat, but it'll do to swaddle a babe with." The woman pats Cassie's cheek, smiling, and coos at her. Cassie hiccups and stares at the woman with great, wet, wobbly eyes.
"My name is Agnel Chudrow, by the way, my fair lads, and lasses. Now I'd have the true story. Satisfy a curious old maid who lives a simple life. What trouble did you cause in Darryl that you're runnin' out here lookin' for help, mm?"
Rivyre intially seemed comfortable walking into this warm establishment especially considering how cold & inhospitable it's been the last couple days w/ the Vague that lingered. Of Of course that all changed as soon as the bigm burly loggermen jumped up & ready for action..., almost threateningly if she's being honest w/ how she feels. Agnel seems friendly enough wanting to help Cassie..., but clearly there is no fooling her if she's truly that insightful. Although thinking to herself, Moz's deceptions have not been all that convincing since she first met him & the trouble he's gotten himself into. She steps out from behind the group & cautiously approaches,
"A pleasure to meet you miss Agnel, i'm Rivyre. Our mistake for misunderstanding the purpose of your fine establishment, but any help you could give to our little bundle is most appreciated. We would then continue w/ our journey to Enniskillen to meet up w/ a friend & I have some personal buisness to attend to @ the chapel there." (Persuasion: 8+2= 10)
"Mm, a lot of half answers and conflicting stories yer givin' me," Agnel says with a chuckle and a wink. "Now it's a pilgrimage, eh? Well, I can make my own deductions! I know very well we don't care for Flamekeepers in Darryl, and whatever yer folks' tale is, I wager the Flame is a part of it. But I'll help a little babe any day." The woman bustles out into the back and returns with some strips of linen and a few handfuls of straw. "Will these do for ye? I'm happy to change her if ye like. I've nothing to feed her--it's mid winter and Mabel here won't kid until the spring."
The four loggers, meantime, have sat back down to continue their meal, but they are carefully watching the party.
Moz the Magnificent
"You are shrewd one, Agnel. You are right there is more to the story of this child than meets the eye. After all how can there not be with such a odd group with her." Giving her his best grin. " Any assistance with young Cassie I think would be most welcome. We have a source of milk, but I for one have never changed a baby before and would welcome your assistance."