Arkun walks away, frustrated by another fruitless interaction with someone at this wide spot in the road. ((Any results from his history check on Tricklerock cave?)). “Boy, someone woke up on the wrong side of the pickaxe.” He nods to Rumble, walking away and hearing his thought about the strange interaction. He turns to Sylra, saying “Really? I thought she was just a crabby, disgruntled quarry foreman. Wishing to be no help to us. She’s holding something back? Well, makes sense, I suppose. I agree with you, going to the quarry itself is likely the best thing to do.” Arkun walks along, waving his hands, frustrated with the behavior of the quarry foreman, and other people in general.
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"If I were wanting a wagon, how much would that cost?"
"It's noproblem," Waelver says, but it's obvious he's at least somewhat unsettled by Aldric's presence. "Each of these wagons can carry upwards of four hundred pounds guaranteed, and they'll run you thirty five gold pieces for each of 'em," he answers.
Feathers drift in the air as Aldric steps into Drouth Fine Poultry. At the street end of the building nearest the door are a number of cages and casks, followed by two brick cooking hearths, long and bloodstained cutting tables, and then a plucking area in the back. Feathers are heaped in open handcarts in the back of the room.
A human woman with long brown hair tied back in a tight ponytail wipes bloodied hands on an apron as she approaches Aldric at the front door. Her skin is tanned and her hands calloused as she shakes Aldric's, and she appears to be around thirty years of age. She doesn't seem to flinch at Aldric's appearance. "You're a new face. You here for meat orfeathers?" she asks.
When Aldric tells her the reason he's here, she scrunches up her face. "Sheriff Harburk sent you here? I'm afraid I'm woefully short on information from you, unless you're looking for a list of the inns I supply across thevalley," she says.
ARKUN, RUMBLE, RYLAN & SYLRA:
Albaeri Mellikho bids you an impatient farewell, assuring Sylra that she'll contact her at the Swinging Sword if she learns anything more. As you walk along the main road in town, you spot Aldric, hard to miss in the distance further south along the road, ducking into the poultry shop.
For Arkun:
OOC: Sorry I missed that History check! Arkun has heard of the cave in passing, and it matches the location that Mellikho gave the party.
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Arkun walks away, frustrated by another fruitless interaction with someone at this wide spot in the road. ((Any results from his history check on Tricklerock cave?)). “Boy, someone woke up on the wrong side of the pickaxe.” He nods to Rumble, walking away and hearing his thought about the strange interaction. He turns to Sylra, saying “Really? I thought she was just a crabby, disgruntled quarry foreman. Wishing to be no help to us. She’s holding something back? Well, makes sense, I suppose. I agree with you, going to the quarry itself is likely the best thing to do.” Arkun walks along, waving his hands, frustrated with the behavior of the quarry foreman, and other people in general.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
ALDRIC:
"It's no problem," Waelver says, but it's obvious he's at least somewhat unsettled by Aldric's presence. "Each of these wagons can carry upwards of four hundred pounds guaranteed, and they'll run you thirty five gold pieces for each of 'em," he answers.
Feathers drift in the air as Aldric steps into Drouth Fine Poultry. At the street end of the building nearest the door are a number of cages and casks, followed by two brick cooking hearths, long and bloodstained cutting tables, and then a plucking area in the back. Feathers are heaped in open handcarts in the back of the room.
A human woman with long brown hair tied back in a tight ponytail wipes bloodied hands on an apron as she approaches Aldric at the front door. Her skin is tanned and her hands calloused as she shakes Aldric's, and she appears to be around thirty years of age. She doesn't seem to flinch at Aldric's appearance. "You're a new face. You here for meat or feathers?" she asks.
When Aldric tells her the reason he's here, she scrunches up her face. "Sheriff Harburk sent you here? I'm afraid I'm woefully short on information from you, unless you're looking for a list of the inns I supply across the valley," she says.
ARKUN, RUMBLE, RYLAN & SYLRA:
Albaeri Mellikho bids you an impatient farewell, assuring Sylra that she'll contact her at the Swinging Sword if she learns anything more. As you walk along the main road in town, you spot Aldric, hard to miss in the distance further south along the road, ducking into the poultry shop.
For Arkun:
OOC: Sorry I missed that History check! Arkun has heard of the cave in passing, and it matches the location that Mellikho gave the party.
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