The busy barmaid walked up to Kyreth, 'What will you be having, we have spicy meat rolls and sweet rolls for breakfast. Ale, Dwarf spirits, mulled cider and a fine waterdhavian red wine. We also have a halflings chair we can put it where it takes your fancy rather than your awkward seat.' She smiles and waits patiently for an answer.
Tanyll lets out a soft long whistle entering the inn. "Fancy-schmancy..." he comments to himself more than anything else while surveying the establishment as part of the "security team"
"Oh, errr, thank you; yes the chair would be fine, thank you." Kyreth is slightly flustered as he was hoping to be discreet and blend in. "I'll take a sweet roll please, but nothing alcoholic, maybe a herbal tea with honey if you have it."
Following her gallant and quite confident escort, Delilah enters the Sage's Quill, stopping briefly to survey the room, soon noticing her accomplices taking their positions and then the purple-hooded figure who she presumes is the good doctor waiting for them, gracefully walking over to them. "Apologies but I believe we might be related, a mutual family member sent us to meet with you Dr Dannell." She says with a soft melodious voice as she reaches the corner booth. "Do you recommend the sweet rolls?" She asks calmly, waiting for an invitation to sit.
The barmaid whistles and calls over to a young man sweeping the floor, he nods and heads off to fetch an upholstered chair. He puts it near the fireplace with a good view of the Tavern.
We have Blackleaf tea strong enough to wake the dead in the morning, Peppermint with a soft bite it goes well with acacia honey, and some bush tea slightly spiced. If you are just off to bed I'd recommend the Chamomile one.
DM Cassee
Her eyes widened at her well dressed visitors. The look of worry on her face was chased by surprise and then relief. The sweet rolls are wonderful I'd recommend them. Please forgive me, do sit down, she gestured at the empty seats around her. 'Did Aunt Althea send you? I begged her to help - actually I begged everyone to help. '
"Thank you..."The dark-haired lady says and gracefully takes a seat in the corner booth. "...and yes Auntie Althea did ask us to help you out with a little predicament." She says calmly although aware about the dire situation at hand, glancing over at the busy barmaid to order some tea and sweet rolls for herself and waiting for her gallant escort to take a seat beside her before proceeding. "Now, we heard there was something at the museum that needed to be...dealt with. We are aware that time is of the essence but nevertheless I suggest we inform ourselves thoroughly before we act as I get the impression failure isn't quite an option on in this case. And don't doubt that we will take care of your problem, the gentleman at my side evidently has all the confidence we can ask for." She finishes, giving the tiefling a playful nudge.
"I think I'll go for the peppermint, thank you." Kyreth settles into the chair, feeling somewhat conspicuous. From his new vantage point he can see Delilah and the doctor, as well as the other team members.
Mavilius gave a light chuckle at Delilah’s nudge, his grin growing just a touch more pronounced as he took the seat beside her. With a flourish that was just shy of theatrical, he drew a small roll of parchment and a fine ink pen from within his cloak, unfurling it carefully on the table with practiced ease.
“Quite right,” he said, glancing to Dr. Dannell with a reassuring warmth that softened the predatory gleam often found in his golden eyes. “Rest assured—we’ll see it resolved, with all the grace of a well-executed performance.” He tapped the tip of the pen to the parchment once before meeting her gaze again. “Please, take your time. The more you can tell us, the better prepared we’ll be.” He smiled again, calm and confident.
Thank you for coming so quickly, she says 'A few weeks ago, I attended a dig in the Murkmire that unearthed a furrowed, light-green stone. I'll give you all of the details, but the bottom line is that it isn't a stone at all - it's the egg of an eldrich horror. Moreover my research suggests it'll hatch near midnight tonight.
Trouble is, no-one will listen to me. The University ignored me, and I was caught trying to steal the egg from the Museum so that I could contain it. Now I've been fired, the Murkmire Stone display at the Museum opens tomorrow and the egg is about to hatch! You've got to steal the stone and bring it back so I can save the city!
As Cassee Dannell speaks so animatedly in an ever increasing volume, the security party listened in, so did the men in leathers with the woman seated near the students.
Cassee says we'll likely be a while, Anna can you bring a full pot of tea and a plate of sweet rolls, my friends are joining me for breakfast. The barmaid nods and heads off to the kitchen
She ducked into the kitchen and loaded her tray up for the small Tiefling and Dr Dannell. The smell of cinnamon pervaded the room as more sweet rolls were lifted straight out of the oven.
She deftly served Cassee removing the dead tray and swiftly set up the tea service and heated pot. She smiles at the well dressed visitors and moves away like a ghost, there one minute and gone the next.
Next she took what was left on the tray to Kyreth. She paused a moment and softly murmured The men with the curator are listening closely, make sure not to catch their eye
Kyreth resists the urge to turn around. "The ones in the leathers?" He asks quietly, then slightly louder "Thank you, that's much appreciated, can't beat peppermint for a pick-me-up." Dropping his voice again "Can you alert our friend at the bar, the one in the leathers?"
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Delilah
As the good doctor raises her voice the elegant lady in the dark dress shifts slightly in her seat, discreetly glancing around to see if the doctor had caught anyone's attention. "Now, since we want to do our work without interference perhaps we should make sure that no one except us hears what you are about to say. Is it possible to do this here still or should we perhaps ask for somewhere more private for this conversation?" She says quite calmly, giving the doctor a warm reassuring smile.
Smiling at Kyreth she turned and walked back to the bar, Arne the dwarven bartender took one look and murmured, keep your eyes on them, I don't want an incident with our normal patrons. That goes for you Mistress Cat, they're Zhents from the Docks district, don't know what they want with the good doctor but the curator is dealing with them. Nasty mess.
Delilah watched the four men for a moment, Cassee had caught their ears. The students were oblivious still drinking as they designed a new gadget, ales and meat rolls on their table, it looked like they'd pulled an all nighter by their rumpled appearance.
Casee blushed, here is fine I'll just speak in whispers. Sorry I was just caught up in the problem and forgot to keep it down. We could ask for one of their private eating rooms upstairs if you wish.
Mavilius gives a quiet chuckle, golden eyes flicking toward the group of eavesdroppers before returning to Dr. Dannell. “I’m not exactly shy, Doctor,” he says lightly, “but if the ladies prefer somewhere quieter, I’m happy to oblige.”
As he speaks, his ink pen dances across the parchment in flowing strokes—not words, but what appear to be musical notation. To the casual observer, it is a bard idly working on a tune, but Delilah might recognize the pattern: a private shorthand for recording details in plain sight.
"Perhaps later but it is good to know that you are happy to oblige." The dark-haired lady says with a small smile, giving her escort an appreciative nod as she takes note of his quite unintelligable shorthand. "You can go on dear..." She then says to the good doctor with a calm smile. "...just keep your voice as normal when you speak and remember that we are simply relatives having breakfast." She continues, then glancing over at her escort, "Far removed relatives in this one's case." He adds with a wink to the tiefling.
The tavern’s warmth wrapped around Elias the moment he stepped through the door, though he made no motion to lower his hood. His eyes adjusted quickly to the soft lighting and rich textures of the Sage’s Quill. One breath in. Cinnamon. Spiced tea. Fresh parchment.
He didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to.
In the seconds after crossing the threshold, Elias’s gaze drifted and never hurried nor obvious. He counted two potential exits: the front door behind him and a passage leading upward—likely to private rooms. He noted the Zhentarim at the table near the curator. He didn't look at them long enough to draw their attention. Just long enough to remember their faces. He moved along the wall instead of toward the group, opting for a modest spot near the fire, back to the stone, line of sight on both the doctor’s booth and the Zhents. From here, he didn’t need to do anything spectacular. He just watched.
Delilah’s voice carried soft and smooth. Mavilius chimed in with their charm. The doctor spoke with urgency. That was fine. The frontmen had taken their seats at the table.
His hands rested on his knees, fingers still and precise. He sat statuesque—alert, quiet, but not tense. Every so often, his eyes flicked from booth to bar to door, watching the flow of the room like a puzzle slowly shifting into place. No interruptions. No commentary. Just presence. Support. Should things go wrong, Elias would already be halfway to the solution.
Anna looked up and saw Elias take a seat, she walked over with her tray Tea or something stronger, the sweet rolls are good today, lots of cinnamon.
***
Arne the bartender
So Mistress Cat what do I call you? Tabaxi hardly ever come here, no use for the alcohol I think. Want me to fill that goblet for you? We have some fresh Jersey milk, thick cream so good that a spoon stands in it. I'll tell you if the Zhents move, don't want a bar room brawl here in the morning. What brings you to the Tavern?
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DM
The busy barmaid walked up to Kyreth, 'What will you be having, we have spicy meat rolls and sweet rolls for breakfast. Ale, Dwarf spirits, mulled cider and a fine waterdhavian red wine. We also have a halflings chair we can put it where it takes your fancy rather than your awkward seat.' She smiles and waits patiently for an answer.
Tanyll lets out a soft long whistle entering the inn. "Fancy-schmancy..." he comments to himself more than anything else while surveying the establishment as part of the "security team"
Perception Check - 9 *sad trombone noises*
DM
Tanyll finds a comfortable chair near the window, he can see Cassee from there but not a lot else.
Kyreth
"Oh, errr, thank you; yes the chair would be fine, thank you." Kyreth is slightly flustered as he was hoping to be discreet and blend in. "I'll take a sweet roll please, but nothing alcoholic, maybe a herbal tea with honey if you have it."
Nyli Bemblade - Gnome Arcane Trickster
Kyreth 'Guile' Rolthar - Tiefling Monk
Portia Thornleaf - Halfling Rogue
Delilah
Following her gallant and quite confident escort, Delilah enters the Sage's Quill, stopping briefly to survey the room, soon noticing her accomplices taking their positions and then the purple-hooded figure who she presumes is the good doctor waiting for them, gracefully walking over to them. "Apologies but I believe we might be related, a mutual family member sent us to meet with you Dr Dannell." She says with a soft melodious voice as she reaches the corner booth. "Do you recommend the sweet rolls?" She asks calmly, waiting for an invitation to sit.
DM Kyreth's barmaid Anna
The barmaid whistles and calls over to a young man sweeping the floor, he nods and heads off to fetch an upholstered chair. He puts it near the fireplace with a good view of the Tavern.
We have Blackleaf tea strong enough to wake the dead in the morning, Peppermint with a soft bite it goes well with acacia honey, and some bush tea slightly spiced. If you are just off to bed I'd recommend the Chamomile one.
DM Cassee
Her eyes widened at her well dressed visitors. The look of worry on her face was chased by surprise and then relief. The sweet rolls are wonderful I'd recommend them. Please forgive me, do sit down, she gestured at the empty seats around her. 'Did Aunt Althea send you? I begged her to help - actually I begged everyone to help. '
Delilah
"Thank you..." The dark-haired lady says and gracefully takes a seat in the corner booth. "...and yes Auntie Althea did ask us to help you out with a little predicament." She says calmly although aware about the dire situation at hand, glancing over at the busy barmaid to order some tea and sweet rolls for herself and waiting for her gallant escort to take a seat beside her before proceeding. "Now, we heard there was something at the museum that needed to be...dealt with. We are aware that time is of the essence but nevertheless I suggest we inform ourselves thoroughly before we act as I get the impression failure isn't quite an option on in this case. And don't doubt that we will take care of your problem, the gentleman at my side evidently has all the confidence we can ask for." She finishes, giving the tiefling a playful nudge.
Kyreth
"I think I'll go for the peppermint, thank you." Kyreth settles into the chair, feeling somewhat conspicuous. From his new vantage point he can see Delilah and the doctor, as well as the other team members.
Nyli Bemblade - Gnome Arcane Trickster
Kyreth 'Guile' Rolthar - Tiefling Monk
Portia Thornleaf - Halfling Rogue
Mavilius gave a light chuckle at Delilah’s nudge, his grin growing just a touch more pronounced as he took the seat beside her. With a flourish that was just shy of theatrical, he drew a small roll of parchment and a fine ink pen from within his cloak, unfurling it carefully on the table with practiced ease.
“Quite right,” he said, glancing to Dr. Dannell with a reassuring warmth that softened the predatory gleam often found in his golden eyes. “Rest assured—we’ll see it resolved, with all the grace of a well-executed performance.” He tapped the tip of the pen to the parchment once before meeting her gaze again. “Please, take your time. The more you can tell us, the better prepared we’ll be.” He smiled again, calm and confident.
Persuasion if needed to calm Cassee: 11
DM Cassee
Thank you for coming so quickly, she says 'A few weeks ago, I attended a dig in the Murkmire that unearthed a furrowed, light-green stone. I'll give you all of the details, but the bottom line is that it isn't a stone at all - it's the egg of an eldrich horror. Moreover my research suggests it'll hatch near midnight tonight.
Trouble is, no-one will listen to me. The University ignored me, and I was caught trying to steal the egg from the Museum so that I could contain it. Now I've been fired, the Murkmire Stone display at the Museum opens tomorrow and the egg is about to hatch! You've got to steal the stone and bring it back so I can save the city!
As Cassee Dannell speaks so animatedly in an ever increasing volume, the security party listened in, so did the men in leathers with the woman seated near the students.
Cassee says we'll likely be a while, Anna can you bring a full pot of tea and a plate of sweet rolls, my friends are joining me for breakfast. The barmaid nods and heads off to the kitchen
DM Anna the barmaid
She ducked into the kitchen and loaded her tray up for the small Tiefling and Dr Dannell. The smell of cinnamon pervaded the room as more sweet rolls were lifted straight out of the oven.
She deftly served Cassee removing the dead tray and swiftly set up the tea service and heated pot. She smiles at the well dressed visitors and moves away like a ghost, there one minute and gone the next.
Next she took what was left on the tray to Kyreth. She paused a moment and softly murmured The men with the curator are listening closely, make sure not to catch their eye
Kyreth
Kyreth resists the urge to turn around. "The ones in the leathers?" He asks quietly, then slightly louder "Thank you, that's much appreciated, can't beat peppermint for a pick-me-up." Dropping his voice again "Can you alert our friend at the bar, the one in the leathers?"
Nyli Bemblade - Gnome Arcane Trickster
Kyreth 'Guile' Rolthar - Tiefling Monk
Portia Thornleaf - Halfling Rogue
Delilah
As the good doctor raises her voice the elegant lady in the dark dress shifts slightly in her seat, discreetly glancing around to see if the doctor had caught anyone's attention. "Now, since we want to do our work without interference perhaps we should make sure that no one except us hears what you are about to say. Is it possible to do this here still or should we perhaps ask for somewhere more private for this conversation?" She says quite calmly, giving the doctor a warm reassuring smile.
Perception: 17
Persusion if relevant: 10
DM
Anna the barmaid
Smiling at Kyreth she turned and walked back to the bar, Arne the dwarven bartender took one look and murmured, keep your eyes on them, I don't want an incident with our normal patrons. That goes for you Mistress Cat, they're Zhents from the Docks district, don't know what they want with the good doctor but the curator is dealing with them. Nasty mess.
DM
Delilah watched the four men for a moment, Cassee had caught their ears. The students were oblivious still drinking as they designed a new gadget, ales and meat rolls on their table, it looked like they'd pulled an all nighter by their rumpled appearance.
Casee blushed, here is fine I'll just speak in whispers. Sorry I was just caught up in the problem and forgot to keep it down. We could ask for one of their private eating rooms upstairs if you wish.
Exa
"Huh? Oh, me?" Exa had been wrapped up in her contemplation of a particularly well-polished silver tray set on the bar nearby.
She surreptitiously uses the mirror across from her to gauge the group of men pointed out to her.
"What would a museum curator have to do with the Zhentarim?" she asks in a hushed voice, hiding her lips with a goblet held in both paws.
Mavilius gives a quiet chuckle, golden eyes flicking toward the group of eavesdroppers before returning to Dr. Dannell. “I’m not exactly shy, Doctor,” he says lightly, “but if the ladies prefer somewhere quieter, I’m happy to oblige.”
As he speaks, his ink pen dances across the parchment in flowing strokes—not words, but what appear to be musical notation. To the casual observer, it is a bard idly working on a tune, but Delilah might recognize the pattern: a private shorthand for recording details in plain sight.
Delilah
"Perhaps later but it is good to know that you are happy to oblige." The dark-haired lady says with a small smile, giving her escort an appreciative nod as she takes note of his quite unintelligable shorthand. "You can go on dear..." She then says to the good doctor with a calm smile. "...just keep your voice as normal when you speak and remember that we are simply relatives having breakfast." She continues, then glancing over at her escort, "Far removed relatives in this one's case." He adds with a wink to the tiefling.
Elias
The tavern’s warmth wrapped around Elias the moment he stepped through the door, though he made no motion to lower his hood. His eyes adjusted quickly to the soft lighting and rich textures of the Sage’s Quill. One breath in. Cinnamon. Spiced tea. Fresh parchment.
He didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to.
In the seconds after crossing the threshold, Elias’s gaze drifted and never hurried nor obvious. He counted two potential exits: the front door behind him and a passage leading upward—likely to private rooms. He noted the Zhentarim at the table near the curator. He didn't look at them long enough to draw their attention. Just long enough to remember their faces. He moved along the wall instead of toward the group, opting for a modest spot near the fire, back to the stone, line of sight on both the doctor’s booth and the Zhents. From here, he didn’t need to do anything spectacular. He just watched.
Delilah’s voice carried soft and smooth. Mavilius chimed in with their charm. The doctor spoke with urgency. That was fine. The frontmen had taken their seats at the table.
His hands rested on his knees, fingers still and precise. He sat statuesque—alert, quiet, but not tense. Every so often, his eyes flicked from booth to bar to door, watching the flow of the room like a puzzle slowly shifting into place. No interruptions. No commentary. Just presence. Support. Should things go wrong, Elias would already be halfway to the solution.
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"Fear is the weight we carry, love is the treasure we bury."
DM
Anna the barmaid
Anna looked up and saw Elias take a seat, she walked over with her tray Tea or something stronger, the sweet rolls are good today, lots of cinnamon.
***
Arne the bartender
So Mistress Cat what do I call you? Tabaxi hardly ever come here, no use for the alcohol I think. Want me to fill that goblet for you? We have some fresh Jersey milk, thick cream so good that a spoon stands in it. I'll tell you if the Zhents move, don't want a bar room brawl here in the morning. What brings you to the Tavern?