Lyra tilts her head in curiosity and taps a thoughtful finger to her lips as Elder Samek speaks of being gifted strength by accepting Jaab Razuul's illumination. She had asked of the purpose for the illumination, yet it seems to her that strength in itself is not a purpose, but rather a means towards other ends. Of those ends, the robed giant-kin alludes only to "overcoming failings" and "lighting moons". Self-improvement alone, then? One could hope...
"Wondrous may it ever be, a giant's strength to gain, Yet tyrannous to ever use, as a giant might for pain."
Ever so briefly, imperceptibly to anyone not paying close attention, Lyra's warm brown irises flash to black when she utters the word pain.
"Interesting," she begins, addressing the priests, but her companions are already walking away, so she takes her leave with a respectful nod of her head.
Still lost in her philosophical musings, her eyes nevertheless brighten as she sets foot through the door to the Scaly Saloon. With Fenric, direct as ever, getting straight to the point and inquiring about YugJug and the job posting, Lyra joins Zephyr in turning her attention to the drinks on offer.
"Aye. Something carbonated and chromatic for my fluttering friend, and three tankards of your best ale," (Lyra would vary her order for Fenric and Kromus if she knows their preferences to be different), "for myself and my other two companions who tread on solid land."
She glances around appraisingly and adds. "Finest establishment in Birakruut? I can believe that. Lovely and lively both. Yet livelier still may it be for one evening were you and your patrons to find yourself in need of a... performance?" Lyra plays a quick, upbeat riff on her dark harmonica.
The bartender listens to Fenric, "Aye, you've come to the right place, lad." He turns to a door in the back, presumably the kitchen, and calls out, "YugJug, you've got some folks wanting to speak with you."
To Zephyr he says, "I've got a few sparkling wines. Local option with a pleasant strawberry taste that pairs quite nicely with a chunk of venison. Or if you're of the fancier sort, got some bottles imported from the City of the Emerald Spire."
At Lyra's request he grabs three mugs and promptly sets them down on the bar for her, Komus, and Fenric. He seems pleased with her compliments and after hearing the harmonica says, "Indeed it would be a lively night to have such music. Quite an entrancing tune you've got there. I'll give you a meal and room on the house if you come back tonight and play like that."
[[ Price Notes (taken from PHB) Pitcher of Common Wine (local option): 2sp Bottle of Fine Wine (imported option): 10gp Chunk of Meat: 3sp Mug of Ale: 2cp
Also I'm not a drinker, so that led to me doing a little dive on "what alcohols are fizzy?" Seems overall carbonation/fizziness is more modern. Though some stuff starting in the late 17th century, but also some roots back to Roman days. (Didn't dive too deeply.) ]]
A moment later the door to the kitchen swings open and a middle-aged half-elf with a full beard steps out. "Tymora's blessings and Tyr's justice!" he exclaims as he lays eyes on the party. "Two weeks waiting for a sign of aid, anything, and finally my prayers are answered." He gestures you all to a table in the corner. As you walk over he says to Fenric, "Say, you look like an elf that knows his forests."
Getting down to business he explains, "I was overseeing a shipment of kelpvine liqueur fit for the emperor himself, planning to make a pass through the Citadel and then on to Llyni. We got a day and some down the road when those bandits came a-riding on giant lizards. Fearsome thugs. Overtook the guards in a huff. Pretty soon I realized my best bet was to play dead since they weren't leaving any survivors. I saw their leader run Equinor, grizzled ol' veteran, right through with his spear." He shivers for a moment at the memory, "Anyways they made off with a good thirty barrels of the liqueur. And while I might not be able to get my men's lives back perhaps I can at least get what they died guarding. Not sure how much will be left now, but it's worth a shot. As for payment," he thinks for a moment, "what say you to 7gp each per day while we get a-finding it? And a commission of what's left. I don't have any gold on me right now, hence why I've been working in the kitchen here to pay my way, but there should be another shipment coming through in three to seven days where I can get the money."
Lyra tilts her head in curiosity and taps a thoughtful finger to her lips as Elder Samek speaks of being gifted strength by accepting Jaab Razuul's illumination. She had asked of the purpose for the illumination, yet it seems to her that strength in itself is not a purpose, but rather a means towards other ends. Of those ends, the robed giant-kin alludes only to "overcoming failings" and "lighting moons". Self-improvement alone, then? One could hope...
"Wondrous may it ever be, a giant's strength to gain,
Yet tyrannous to ever use, as a giant might for pain."
Ever so briefly, imperceptibly to anyone not paying close attention, Lyra's warm brown irises flash to black when she utters the word pain.
"Interesting," she begins, addressing the priests, but her companions are already walking away, so she takes her leave with a respectful nod of her head.
Still lost in her philosophical musings, her eyes nevertheless brighten as she sets foot through the door to the Scaly Saloon. With Fenric, direct as ever, getting straight to the point and inquiring about YugJug and the job posting, Lyra joins Zephyr in turning her attention to the drinks on offer.
"Aye. Something carbonated and chromatic for my fluttering friend, and three tankards of your best ale," (Lyra would vary her order for Fenric and Kromus if she knows their preferences to be different), "for myself and my other two companions who tread on solid land."
She glances around appraisingly and adds. "Finest establishment in Birakruut? I can believe that. Lovely and lively both. Yet livelier still may it be for one evening were you and your patrons to find yourself in need of a... performance?" Lyra plays a quick, upbeat riff on her dark harmonica.
Tanis(Ranger1): Shiverquill's Tempest City | Xarian(Fighter2): NioNSwiper's Tyranny of Dragons | Lyra(Warlock2/Bard4): VitusW's Silverwood Forest
Dyson/Eleo(Cleric4): Vos' Beyond the Veil | Soren(Druid5): Bartjeebus' Ravenloft | Ophelia(Sorcerer4): Ashen_Age's Risen from the Sands
Joren(Fighter6): NotDrizzt's Simple Request | Sabetha(Monk3): Bedlymn's Murder Court | Seri(Cleric3/Sorcerer1): Bartjeebus' Greyhawk
The bartender listens to Fenric, "Aye, you've come to the right place, lad." He turns to a door in the back, presumably the kitchen, and calls out, "YugJug, you've got some folks wanting to speak with you."
To Zephyr he says, "I've got a few sparkling wines. Local option with a pleasant strawberry taste that pairs quite nicely with a chunk of venison. Or if you're of the fancier sort, got some bottles imported from the City of the Emerald Spire."
At Lyra's request he grabs three mugs and promptly sets them down on the bar for her, Komus, and Fenric. He seems pleased with her compliments and after hearing the harmonica says, "Indeed it would be a lively night to have such music. Quite an entrancing tune you've got there. I'll give you a meal and room on the house if you come back tonight and play like that."
[[
Price Notes (taken from PHB)
Pitcher of Common Wine (local option): 2sp
Bottle of Fine Wine (imported option): 10gp
Chunk of Meat: 3sp
Mug of Ale: 2cp
Also I'm not a drinker, so that led to me doing a little dive on "what alcohols are fizzy?" Seems overall carbonation/fizziness is more modern. Though some stuff starting in the late 17th century, but also some roots back to Roman days. (Didn't dive too deeply.)
]]
A moment later the door to the kitchen swings open and a middle-aged half-elf with a full beard steps out. "Tymora's blessings and Tyr's justice!" he exclaims as he lays eyes on the party. "Two weeks waiting for a sign of aid, anything, and finally my prayers are answered." He gestures you all to a table in the corner. As you walk over he says to Fenric, "Say, you look like an elf that knows his forests."
Getting down to business he explains, "I was overseeing a shipment of kelpvine liqueur fit for the emperor himself, planning to make a pass through the Citadel and then on to Llyni. We got a day and some down the road when those bandits came a-riding on giant lizards. Fearsome thugs. Overtook the guards in a huff. Pretty soon I realized my best bet was to play dead since they weren't leaving any survivors. I saw their leader run Equinor, grizzled ol' veteran, right through with his spear." He shivers for a moment at the memory, "Anyways they made off with a good thirty barrels of the liqueur. And while I might not be able to get my men's lives back perhaps I can at least get what they died guarding. Not sure how much will be left now, but it's worth a shot. As for payment," he thinks for a moment, "what say you to 7gp each per day while we get a-finding it? And a commission of what's left. I don't have any gold on me right now, hence why I've been working in the kitchen here to pay my way, but there should be another shipment coming through in three to seven days where I can get the money."
[[ Made a minor edit of trident -> spear. ]]
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