The young waterdhavian lady ignores the snyde remarks. "The Underdark, how intriguing, I imagine you have so much to share about current affairs there?" Lady Graham says with sincere curiosity, hiding her deep disdain for the foul lolthite, for now.
The tiefling catches the impressively weighty pouch with a swift motion and the flick of his tail, his expression smooth but eyes gleaming with something colder than his usual charm.
“When, eh? Not if?” he echoes with a soft, velvety laugh that never quite reaches his eyes. He offers Lady Vandylarahal a deep, polished bow—flawless in form, yet somehow theatrical in its distance. “Such confidence. I do admire ambition, my lady. And while courts are fascinating...I doubt I'd fit in down there."
The Underdark has many Halls Lady Graham, my mother has one such. We have mines of Emeralds and fine Rubies. The workforce is biddable and knows it's place. They are opening a new mine of fine gold ore. We'll be looking for more workers from the Zhentarim soon.
Tiefling you could do worse than be a favourite by my mothers throne. You'd have to be broken in first. But that is easily done, a few months with us would train you well.
His golden eyes rise to meet Lady Vandylarahal’s crimson gaze, and though his smile remains, it carries no warmth.
“How generous,” he murmurs, voice smooth as velvet stretched over iron. “Broken in like a horse, then dressed up for court. I can see the appeal…for someone lacking imagination." His posture is relaxed but the words are sharpened to a point. “I must decline, Lady Vandylarahal. I am not biddable. And I am never broken.”
He inclines his head with exquisite politeness, as if finishing a toast, and turns to head back towards the dias. “Now if you’ll forgive me, I must return to the music. It does soothe the noble spirit…or so I’m told.”
The young waterdhavian lady feels a smile tugging at her lips as she hears Mavilius retort. "Oh, nevermind the devil spawn, I am sure we will find you more...pliable subjects to entertain you and your house. Are you only looking for workers or is this new mine someone with contacts could invest in?"She asks with sincere curiosity.
Exa lithely pads over at the red-headed drow's request. She does her best to serve Lady Vandylarahal her wine respectfully, offering a small curtsy once the cup is full. She hovers nearby for a moment in case any of the others need their own cups filled.
She subtly appraises Heronn, wondering just how capable an escort he might be.
During the conversation Kyreth remains close to Lady Graham. Despite his deferential attitude he takes time to study the red-haired drow, looking for signs of weapons, and gauging his abilities.
Kyreth and Exa look at Heronn carefully and make out the bulge in his sleeves that cover daggers most likely in pressure sheaths, one twist just so and his hands would be full of steel. He gave off the air of one who knew how to use them, most likely an asassin.
Lucina, Lady Vandylarahal sipped at her wine. When we run out of workers the Zhentarim provide more for the right price. Thank you for asking, but the gold mine is owned wholly by my mother. She tightened with anger at Mavilius' words, a woman too used to getting her own way.
Is Lucina taking up all your time Lady Graham, or may I sit with you as well? A well dressed dwarf stands next to Lady Graham, I'm Doctor Horthnar Stonecrusher, surgeon, at your service. He pulled out a chair and sat down with his feet hanging loose down the chairs front. Wine please, or do you have dwarf spirits? He turns from Exa back to Lady Graham Perhaps you'd dance with me? Or are you feeling the need for some food to go with all this wine? It is a fine display, though I'm not sure about the stone, it seems alive. But what do I know I'm just a dwarf with a passion for history and gemstones. What do you think?
"Pardon me Doctor Horthnar, are you referring to that stone they dug out of that old mire that everyone is talking about? I suppose with your kind's affinity for stone and rock it might all seem alive?" She says with a polite smile, motioning for the dwarf to sit and ignoring the offer to dance.
Yes the Murkmire stone. I've had a chance to touch it and it feels warm, no doubt an illusion. It made me want to scrub my hands clean. Maybe Cassee was right, a pity that she didn't argue more rather than try to take it. I may like gemstones but that is one I'd pass on. He gestured to a student and asked for a tray of bite sized morsels from the buffet, Get me some dwarf spirits whilst you are there, thank you.
I can't be having with a mask, and Maryam wouldn't let me in with my helm.
Lucina gulped back her wine and took Heronn by the arm. Time to dance, I'll leave you to the gossip! She swept away imperiously, Heronn glued to her side.
"So you know that woman that allegedly attempted to steal that stone, how fascinating. But why in the world would she want to do that? Is it more valuable than the other items on display in the museum would you say?" The young waterdhavian lady asks with feigned ignorance.
I'm a friend of Cassee, well for my part. I voted against the Universitys dismissing her. She has a sense of the stone like any dwarf, very rare in humans. She said the stone was an egg, an eldritch horror I believe. If it is with luck only the fossilised remains of one. An Eldritch Horror decimated clan Ironheart in their own holding before they were able to finally kill it. He sighs, Whatever it is I intend to stay away from it, it's nedross (cowardly stone).
"Oh dear me? An egg? But that is a proposterous claim?" The young lady says with an amused laugh. "You are serious though aren't you doctor? But if you believe this stone to be an egg that will hatch an eldritch monster that could wreak havoc on the city, aren't you worried that it will hatch at any moment?" She asks with a mix of worry and excitement. "It sounds a little bit like a publicity stunt though, to draw more visitors to the museum, if you ask me." She adds with another amused laugh.
Perhaps she was wrong, but what I touched was not stone. As for an Eldritch Horror, I would not be sitting here in your good company, if I thought the thing was viable. At least it makes a good display. It's also good news for the Museum whatever it is. It would only have ended up in some ones personal collection. As for hatching right away that would be dangerous, so few of us have little more than a personal eating dagger on them. He paused as he listened to Mavilius. Master Bard do you know any dwarf songs, not the drinking ones? No tragic ballads though, tonight is for feasting.
"Ah, dwarf songs? Not rowdy nor sad...Hm, yes, I know a few." He adjusts his viol slightly and begins to play a steady, resonant tune—strong and grounded, yet with a celebratory undercurrent like the ringing of steel on anvil. It's a good thing he speaks Dwarvish; he can make up as many songs as necessary.
Listening to Mavilius he tapped his feet. Horthnar felt into his pocket and tossed a small leather pouch to the bards feet, it was very light but not full of coins. If you really are looking for a Patron my brother and I would be pleased to be considered, we own a mansion in the Merchants district and often have soirees, you'd be well paid in faceted gemstones that I myself have crafted. My brother is a jeweller and is know for his enchanted rings. I teach at the University sharing my knowledge of medicine, gems are a personal hobby. Our last Bard went back to the Dwarf Halls to play for the Thane.
The tiefling’s golden eyes flicker with intrigue as the light pouch lands beside his boot, his fingers never faltering on the strings. At the mention of gemstones and enchanted rings, his smile deepens—genuine, appreciative, and just a touch dazzling.
You, student! He calls to Kyreth, What's your name? Could you please get some food from the Buffet for your patron and me, those little mouthfuls in pastry would do nicely. Get a mug of Arnes best Dwarf spirits whilst you're there. My student seems to have disappeared.
The hour candle is almost at 7 and a half bells. The Museums patrons show no sign of slowing down, eating and drinking their fill.
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Heronn
He gestures at Exa, Wine for my lady please. May I say that the Waterdhavian Burgundy is excellent, especially since the mead is mediocre.
Lady Graham
The young waterdhavian lady ignores the snyde remarks. "The Underdark, how intriguing, I imagine you have so much to share about current affairs there?" Lady Graham says with sincere curiosity, hiding her deep disdain for the foul lolthite, for now.
Mavilius
The tiefling catches the impressively weighty pouch with a swift motion and the flick of his tail, his expression smooth but eyes gleaming with something colder than his usual charm.
“When, eh? Not if?” he echoes with a soft, velvety laugh that never quite reaches his eyes. He offers Lady Vandylarahal a deep, polished bow—flawless in form, yet somehow theatrical in its distance. “Such confidence. I do admire ambition, my lady. And while courts are fascinating...I doubt I'd fit in down there."
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Lucina Vandylarahal
The Underdark has many Halls Lady Graham, my mother has one such. We have mines of Emeralds and fine Rubies. The workforce is biddable and knows it's place. They are opening a new mine of fine gold ore. We'll be looking for more workers from the Zhentarim soon.
Tiefling you could do worse than be a favourite by my mothers throne. You'd have to be broken in first. But that is easily done, a few months with us would train you well.
Mavilius
His golden eyes rise to meet Lady Vandylarahal’s crimson gaze, and though his smile remains, it carries no warmth.
“How generous,” he murmurs, voice smooth as velvet stretched over iron. “Broken in like a horse, then dressed up for court. I can see the appeal…for someone lacking imagination." His posture is relaxed but the words are sharpened to a point. “I must decline, Lady Vandylarahal. I am not biddable. And I am never broken.”
He inclines his head with exquisite politeness, as if finishing a toast, and turns to head back towards the dias. “Now if you’ll forgive me, I must return to the music. It does soothe the noble spirit…or so I’m told.”
Lady Graham
The young waterdhavian lady feels a smile tugging at her lips as she hears Mavilius retort. "Oh, nevermind the devil spawn, I am sure we will find you more...pliable subjects to entertain you and your house. Are you only looking for workers or is this new mine someone with contacts could invest in?" She asks with sincere curiosity.
Exa
Exa lithely pads over at the red-headed drow's request. She does her best to serve Lady Vandylarahal her wine respectfully, offering a small curtsy once the cup is full. She hovers nearby for a moment in case any of the others need their own cups filled.
She subtly appraises Heronn, wondering just how capable an escort he might be.
Kyreth
During the conversation Kyreth remains close to Lady Graham. Despite his deferential attitude he takes time to study the red-haired drow, looking for signs of weapons, and gauging his abilities.
Nyli Bemblade - Gnome Arcane Trickster
Kyreth 'Guile' Rolthar - Tiefling Monk
Portia Thornleaf - Halfling Rogue
DM
Kyreth and Exa look at Heronn carefully and make out the bulge in his sleeves that cover daggers most likely in pressure sheaths, one twist just so and his hands would be full of steel. He gave off the air of one who knew how to use them, most likely an asassin.
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Lucina, Lady Vandylarahal sipped at her wine. When we run out of workers the Zhentarim provide more for the right price. Thank you for asking, but the gold mine is owned wholly by my mother. She tightened with anger at Mavilius' words, a woman too used to getting her own way.
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Is Lucina taking up all your time Lady Graham, or may I sit with you as well? A well dressed dwarf stands next to Lady Graham, I'm Doctor Horthnar Stonecrusher, surgeon, at your service. He pulled out a chair and sat down with his feet hanging loose down the chairs front. Wine please, or do you have dwarf spirits? He turns from Exa back to Lady Graham Perhaps you'd dance with me? Or are you feeling the need for some food to go with all this wine? It is a fine display, though I'm not sure about the stone, it seems alive. But what do I know I'm just a dwarf with a passion for history and gemstones. What do you think?
Lady Graham
"Pardon me Doctor Horthnar, are you referring to that stone they dug out of that old mire that everyone is talking about? I suppose with your kind's affinity for stone and rock it might all seem alive?" She says with a polite smile, motioning for the dwarf to sit and ignoring the offer to dance.
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Horthnar Stonecrusher
Yes the Murkmire stone. I've had a chance to touch it and it feels warm, no doubt an illusion. It made me want to scrub my hands clean. Maybe Cassee was right, a pity that she didn't argue more rather than try to take it. I may like gemstones but that is one I'd pass on. He gestured to a student and asked for a tray of bite sized morsels from the buffet, Get me some dwarf spirits whilst you are there, thank you.
I can't be having with a mask, and Maryam wouldn't let me in with my helm.
DM
Lucina gulped back her wine and took Heronn by the arm. Time to dance, I'll leave you to the gossip! She swept away imperiously, Heronn glued to her side.
Lady Graham
"So you know that woman that allegedly attempted to steal that stone, how fascinating. But why in the world would she want to do that? Is it more valuable than the other items on display in the museum would you say?" The young waterdhavian lady asks with feigned ignorance.
DM
Dr Horthnar Stonecrusher
I'm a friend of Cassee, well for my part. I voted against the Universitys dismissing her. She has a sense of the stone like any dwarf, very rare in humans. She said the stone was an egg, an eldritch horror I believe. If it is with luck only the fossilised remains of one. An Eldritch Horror decimated clan Ironheart in their own holding before they were able to finally kill it. He sighs, Whatever it is I intend to stay away from it, it's nedross (cowardly stone).
Lady Graham
"Oh dear me? An egg? But that is a proposterous claim?" The young lady says with an amused laugh. "You are serious though aren't you doctor? But if you believe this stone to be an egg that will hatch an eldritch monster that could wreak havoc on the city, aren't you worried that it will hatch at any moment?" She asks with a mix of worry and excitement. "It sounds a little bit like a publicity stunt though, to draw more visitors to the museum, if you ask me." She adds with another amused laugh.
DM
Dr Horthnar Stonecrusher
Perhaps she was wrong, but what I touched was not stone. As for an Eldritch Horror, I would not be sitting here in your good company, if I thought the thing was viable. At least it makes a good display. It's also good news for the Museum whatever it is. It would only have ended up in some ones personal collection. As for hatching right away that would be dangerous, so few of us have little more than a personal eating dagger on them. He paused as he listened to Mavilius. Master Bard do you know any dwarf songs, not the drinking ones? No tragic ballads though, tonight is for feasting.
Mavilius
"Ah, dwarf songs? Not rowdy nor sad...Hm, yes, I know a few." He adjusts his viol slightly and begins to play a steady, resonant tune—strong and grounded, yet with a celebratory undercurrent like the ringing of steel on anvil. It's a good thing he speaks Dwarvish; he can make up as many songs as necessary.
DM
Dr Horthnar Stonecrusher
Listening to Mavilius he tapped his feet. Horthnar felt into his pocket and tossed a small leather pouch to the bards feet, it was very light but not full of coins. If you really are looking for a Patron my brother and I would be pleased to be considered, we own a mansion in the Merchants district and often have soirees, you'd be well paid in faceted gemstones that I myself have crafted. My brother is a jeweller and is know for his enchanted rings. I teach at the University sharing my knowledge of medicine, gems are a personal hobby. Our last Bard went back to the Dwarf Halls to play for the Thane.
Mavilius
The tiefling’s golden eyes flicker with intrigue as the light pouch lands beside his boot, his fingers never faltering on the strings. At the mention of gemstones and enchanted rings, his smile deepens—genuine, appreciative, and just a touch dazzling.
Dr Horthnar Stonecrusher to Kyreth
You, student! He calls to Kyreth, What's your name? Could you please get some food from the Buffet for your patron and me, those little mouthfuls in pastry would do nicely. Get a mug of Arnes best Dwarf spirits whilst you're there. My student seems to have disappeared.
The hour candle is almost at 7 and a half bells. The Museums patrons show no sign of slowing down, eating and drinking their fill.