"Well there's something I haven't seen in what feels like a millennia.....I knew a Harrengon once....He was called Melblanc, which I always found amusing because his name didn't fit him but then again neither did his nickname bugs...he abhorred bugs, but I digress....Maybe Mel was a relative of yours? Oh I am Eltra" Eltra had propped himself of on a chair so he could see over the table and sip his cider.
Geren smooths back his hair as he slouches in his seat. Despite his apparent relaxation he's ready to draw his rapier if need be.
"Pleasure to meet you, Bree. I'm Geren. Would I be correct in assuming we all got the same job offer? Judging by the bartender's reaction our would-be employer's got access to some relatively powerful magic."
"Good to meet you, Augustus, Geren, Eltra. I can't say I've ever heard the name Melblanc. He was likely from a different village."
Bree thinks to herself 'First I'm called a rabbit, then someone assumes just because I'm a harrengon I might be related to his acquaintance." she sighs "Well I did want to explore the world. I guess things like this are likely to happen. Not that The elves or hobbits I've known acted like that'
(OOC - don't let me interrupt, I'm loving this exchange; just want to clarify that we need check ins from two more characters - our Asimar cleric, and Goliath fighter; as soon as you guys are ready, feel free to enter the tavern).
"A different village? Hmm the village I knew of was unaware of any other Harengon villages...But you are a youngling. It makes sense you wouldn't know Mel....Your kind are pretty rare. Seeing the world might come with some stares and pokes...Just give them a good thrashing if they go an poke ya."
"I visited two other harengon villages on my travels, they must be really isolated to not know of any others. But sense most of us tend to keep our own villages I guess it should be no surprise. After all the closest village to us was actually a halfling village."
Gus looks around the table, taking note of everyone's dress and visible armors, "so, you're all experienced adventures? Seen lots of the world I take it?"
Eltra nods and sips his cider "Indeed....I have traveled about. I try not to stick my nose into others businesses but sometimes it has to be done. Here it seemed our mutual friend needed a certain level of expertise in the arcane....So I said I would help since I owed them...How do you know V?"
Gus's face changes, " yes, well um, me? Yes, to be perfectly honest, I'm not supposed to be here. I'm under the apprenticeship of a noble house wizard in Waterdeep, whom sent me out to pick up some spell components. I say the flyer looking for adventures and spent the component gold on passage to here. So, you're a wizard then? his eyes lighten up with the question.
Eltra spits out his cider at Gus' answer "Wait...let me get this straight....You are sent on an errand for a master wizard in which you take the money he gave you and spent it to get here?" Eltra burst out laughing "Well of all brazen courses of action....I have to give it to you. No, I am not wizard but have studied the arcane since long before you were a mere glint in your parents' eyes. I don't have the natural affinity as wizards do."
Another newcomer came into the bar, a young woman with unusual coloring, with long white hair, silvery skin, and golden eyes. She was dressed in full scale armor and carrying a shield, though apparently armed with only a dagger on her belt. The shield was painted with a stylized sun on the horizon, either sunset or dawn. The armor and shield looked new, shiny without the dings and scratches that with accrue with use.
The woman looked both excited and nervous, with the nervousness dominating. As she looked around with wide eyes, you might think she had never stepped into a bar before. She mutters to herself quietly, "Tell the barkeep, but who is the barkeep?"
Coming to the conclusion that the barkeep would be the person cleaning mugs, the newcomer comes up to Innes and says more loudly, "Mr. V sent me." Then looking sheepish, she added in a quieter voice, "Did I do that right?"
Gus's face drops, then he perks back up, " I guess that sums it up and when put like that it does sound a bit more...brazen, though it's actually rather terrifying." he snickers a bit himself.
Because Del is still too busy staring at the harengon woman, absently wiping the same spot on the bar over and over as the new visitor arrives, and because the background noise has gone from subdued to quite lively in the time since the first soon-to-be companions arrived, Del doesn't seem to notice the exchange between Innes and Dawn.
The half-elven girl smiles. "You did great," she nods. "Better than the alternative, believe me," she gestures to the large, balding man wiping the bar and muttering to himself something about little birds, cat-men, and rabbits. "There's a group of people already here for the same thing, though I can't say what that might be. All I know is that my, uhm, boss here has been directing everyone to that table in the back," she points. "With the handsome young man in robes feeding his cat, and chatting with that gnome, harengon, and kind of mysterious human. I think you're supposed to wait with them. Can I get you something?"
The half-elf looks towards the cupboard beneath the bar, and scrunches her face a little. "Sorry, we don't really have a way to cook proper food, other than on the spit over there. We've got bacon, some cheeses, and bread of course. Want a bacon sandwich?"
Del, without looking at the guest, mumbles something about fried rabbit haunches.
Innes elbows the man, and not softly. He comes out of his reverie with a gasp. "Ouch! Waddya do that for??"
Innes, eyebrows furrowed, glares at him angrily. "You're being insufferable. We have a handful of new guests, but you're acting like your brains are scrambled," she chastises the man. Several of the patrons at the bar stop their conversations and stare at her in wonder, giving the impression that she's never stood up to the big man before in such a way. A couple of them even start to applaud Innes - perhaps for her bravery? It doesn't last long, however, for as soon as Del looks at them, face contorted with confusion and rage, but mostly rage, the clapping stops. But he says nothing else to the barmaid, instead retreating to the other side of the bar to lick his injured pride while cleaning tankards for the first time all night.
A voice from the end of the bar carries over, loud enough for Dawn and Innes to catch, but go no further. "'He's from 'ell," it states, matter-of-factly. The source seems to have been a man that has been staring wistfully into an empty tankard for some time.
Feeling a wave of sudden self-confidence, Innes looks back to Dawn. "Sorry about that. Sandwich then? Some cheese?" Then she seems to notice the large jar of pickled eggs that's been on the bar ever since she started working for Del over two Midsummers ago. "Oh, and I suppose we've got pickled eggs," she adds, wrinkling her nose a little.
The newcomer nods, "A sandwich would be great. Thanks!"
She then makes her way to the table in the back. She bows towards the others, and goes to sit before she realizes the shield will get in the way of that. So she takes the shield off her arm and attaches it to her backpack. It takes her a couple of tries to get it attached, showing that this is not a practiced maneuver for her. Once she gets the shield secure, she flips her long hair over the shield, then takes a seat.
She then starts looking at the 4 already seated and the 1 standing on the table. After a moment, she remembers to introduce herself, "Hello, my name is Dawn. I am inexperienced, so I will be in your care." She continues to watch the others to see how they react.
[[She's trying to use insight (passive 17) to evaluate how trustworthy her new companions are. She's used to dealing with people, just not this situation. I'm assuming you're all trustworthy, but Dawn doesn't know you yet :-) ]]
A statuesque figure covered in scaled armor and wielding a mighty hammer stoops through the door. She removes her helmet to reveal a bald head with grey skin and dark, striped markings. Pale eyes survey the tavern, settling on the aging barkeep. She walks directly to the man, not breaking her gaze even as she ducks hanging lanterns and sidesteps tables and support columns.
She pulls from her belt a small coin purse that easily disappears in her massive fist. "Give me something stiff."
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Gus almost knocks over his mug as he stands when harengon approaches and speaks, might lady Bree, I am Augustus, please join us.
"Well there's something I haven't seen in what feels like a millennia.....I knew a Harrengon once....He was called Melblanc, which I always found amusing because his name didn't fit him but then again neither did his nickname bugs...he abhorred bugs, but I digress....Maybe Mel was a relative of yours? Oh I am Eltra" Eltra had propped himself of on a chair so he could see over the table and sip his cider.
Geren smooths back his hair as he slouches in his seat. Despite his apparent relaxation he's ready to draw his rapier if need be.
"Pleasure to meet you, Bree. I'm Geren. Would I be correct in assuming we all got the same job offer? Judging by the bartender's reaction our would-be employer's got access to some relatively powerful magic."
Bree thinks to herself 'First I'm called a rabbit, then someone assumes just because I'm a harrengon I might be related to his acquaintance." she sighs "Well I did want to explore the world. I guess things like this are likely to happen. Not that The elves or hobbits I've known acted like that'
(OOC - don't let me interrupt, I'm loving this exchange; just want to clarify that we need check ins from two more characters - our Asimar cleric, and Goliath fighter; as soon as you guys are ready, feel free to enter the tavern).
"A different village? Hmm the village I knew of was unaware of any other Harengon villages...But you are a youngling. It makes sense you wouldn't know Mel....Your kind are pretty rare. Seeing the world might come with some stares and pokes...Just give them a good thrashing if they go an poke ya."
"I visited two other harengon villages on my travels, they must be really isolated to not know of any others. But sense most of us tend to keep our own villages I guess it should be no surprise. After all the closest village to us was actually a halfling village."
Gus looks around the table, taking note of everyone's dress and visible armors, "so, you're all experienced adventures? Seen lots of the world I take it?"
Eltra nods and sips his cider "Indeed....I have traveled about. I try not to stick my nose into others businesses but sometimes it has to be done. Here it seemed our mutual friend needed a certain level of expertise in the arcane....So I said I would help since I owed them...How do you know V?"
Gus's face changes, " yes, well um, me? Yes, to be perfectly honest, I'm not supposed to be here. I'm under the apprenticeship of a noble house wizard in Waterdeep, whom sent me out to pick up some spell components. I say the flyer looking for adventures and spent the component gold on passage to here. So, you're a wizard then? his eyes lighten up with the question.
Eltra spits out his cider at Gus' answer "Wait...let me get this straight....You are sent on an errand for a master wizard in which you take the money he gave you and spent it to get here?" Eltra burst out laughing "Well of all brazen courses of action....I have to give it to you. No, I am not wizard but have studied the arcane since long before you were a mere glint in your parents' eyes. I don't have the natural affinity as wizards do."
Another newcomer came into the bar, a young woman with unusual coloring, with long white hair, silvery skin, and golden eyes. She was dressed in full scale armor and carrying a shield, though apparently armed with only a dagger on her belt. The shield was painted with a stylized sun on the horizon, either sunset or dawn. The armor and shield looked new, shiny without the dings and scratches that with accrue with use.
The woman looked both excited and nervous, with the nervousness dominating. As she looked around with wide eyes, you might think she had never stepped into a bar before. She mutters to herself quietly, "Tell the barkeep, but who is the barkeep?"
Coming to the conclusion that the barkeep would be the person cleaning mugs, the newcomer comes up to Innes and says more loudly, "Mr. V sent me." Then looking sheepish, she added in a quieter voice, "Did I do that right?"
Gus's face drops, then he perks back up, " I guess that sums it up and when put like that it does sound a bit more...brazen, though it's actually rather terrifying." he snickers a bit himself.
Because Del is still too busy staring at the harengon woman, absently wiping the same spot on the bar over and over as the new visitor arrives, and because the background noise has gone from subdued to quite lively in the time since the first soon-to-be companions arrived, Del doesn't seem to notice the exchange between Innes and Dawn.
The half-elven girl smiles. "You did great," she nods. "Better than the alternative, believe me," she gestures to the large, balding man wiping the bar and muttering to himself something about little birds, cat-men, and rabbits. "There's a group of people already here for the same thing, though I can't say what that might be. All I know is that my, uhm, boss here has been directing everyone to that table in the back," she points. "With the handsome young man in robes feeding his cat, and chatting with that gnome, harengon, and kind of mysterious human. I think you're supposed to wait with them. Can I get you something?"
Geren raises an eyebrow, this seems like a strange group he's found himself part of.
Spotting a heavily-armed and armored newcomer, he points her out to the rest of the group.
"Looks like we're getting another addition to our party."
“Could I get a bowl of soup?” asked the newcomer.
[[OOC: Heavily armored, but only a dagger for a weapon.]]
The half-elf looks towards the cupboard beneath the bar, and scrunches her face a little. "Sorry, we don't really have a way to cook proper food, other than on the spit over there. We've got bacon, some cheeses, and bread of course. Want a bacon sandwich?"
Del, without looking at the guest, mumbles something about fried rabbit haunches.
Innes elbows the man, and not softly. He comes out of his reverie with a gasp. "Ouch! Waddya do that for??"
Innes, eyebrows furrowed, glares at him angrily. "You're being insufferable. We have a handful of new guests, but you're acting like your brains are scrambled," she chastises the man. Several of the patrons at the bar stop their conversations and stare at her in wonder, giving the impression that she's never stood up to the big man before in such a way. A couple of them even start to applaud Innes - perhaps for her bravery? It doesn't last long, however, for as soon as Del looks at them, face contorted with confusion and rage, but mostly rage, the clapping stops. But he says nothing else to the barmaid, instead retreating to the other side of the bar to lick his injured pride while cleaning tankards for the first time all night.
A voice from the end of the bar carries over, loud enough for Dawn and Innes to catch, but go no further. "'He's from 'ell," it states, matter-of-factly. The source seems to have been a man that has been staring wistfully into an empty tankard for some time.
Feeling a wave of sudden self-confidence, Innes looks back to Dawn. "Sorry about that. Sandwich then? Some cheese?" Then she seems to notice the large jar of pickled eggs that's been on the bar ever since she started working for Del over two Midsummers ago. "Oh, and I suppose we've got pickled eggs," she adds, wrinkling her nose a little.
The newcomer nods, "A sandwich would be great. Thanks!"
She then makes her way to the table in the back. She bows towards the others, and goes to sit before she realizes the shield will get in the way of that. So she takes the shield off her arm and attaches it to her backpack. It takes her a couple of tries to get it attached, showing that this is not a practiced maneuver for her. Once she gets the shield secure, she flips her long hair over the shield, then takes a seat.
She then starts looking at the 4 already seated and the 1 standing on the table. After a moment, she remembers to introduce herself, "Hello, my name is Dawn. I am inexperienced, so I will be in your care." She continues to watch the others to see how they react.
[[She's trying to use insight (passive 17) to evaluate how trustworthy her new companions are. She's used to dealing with people, just not this situation. I'm assuming you're all trustworthy, but Dawn doesn't know you yet :-) ]]
Gus perks up, "hello Dawn, I'm Gus, also a bit inexperienced."
A statuesque figure covered in scaled armor and wielding a mighty hammer stoops through the door. She removes her helmet to reveal a bald head with grey skin and dark, striped markings. Pale eyes survey the tavern, settling on the aging barkeep. She walks directly to the man, not breaking her gaze even as she ducks hanging lanterns and sidesteps tables and support columns.
She pulls from her belt a small coin purse that easily disappears in her massive fist. "Give me something stiff."