Noi nods acceptance of the Pack in to the wagon. As they proceed , "Dakoh I am not sure were i am staying. I need to find my employer who rushed before me to find space for his wares that are keeping your pack company. But Green Dragon sounds as good as any Inn. Once my day is done I will definitely join you for a drink."
“Yes Asta, happy to meet you. I don’t reckon I could pronounce Asta in Khuzds…”, he tries to say it the same way she did, “…even if I tried.”
”And you sir, not sure I could pronounce a name I haven’t been given yet. How may I call you, or will Master Dwarf suffice?”
With just a slight pause as he waits for a response, Dakoh poses the next question after learning Noi’s preferred name. “Where are you hoping to drop your wares, Hobbiton perhaps? Or further on to Michel Delving maybe?”
”I was heading to Hobbiton myself, but…I have a desire for that Green Dragon’s Breath Ale all of a sudden. And perhaps a-kin to something related.” He leaves the meaning subtly vague enough.
"Doh! ...My humblest apologies to you two. I can't believe I forgot my manners, must have been those bouders slightly rattled me... Two of the pains driving a loaded wagon by yourself... pity me to exposing both flaws to you at the same time. The first is so obvious, plainer then the nose on one's face. A teamster by himself can get awfully paranoid. Over the years, I have seen even honest folk tempted by a thought of easy money. More so the temptation is if they think they outnumber you. The smart ones realize By my lonesome, I can outnumber a small group. Hahahaha.
Again, I keep forgetting my manners. My preference is to not be called late for supper." Noi rubs his belly as he gives a low guffaw. I am Noi, nods toward Dakoh in salutation, "please to meet you kind sir."
Asta nods back, she crooks and eyebrow at Noi....no Clan or House named.....and only a first name given....as if she were an outsider. Were those who lived in the wastes not considered kin anymore.....her Mother said she would be looked down upon.
Or was she seeing nettles where there were only blossoms? Perhaps he had neither? Perhaps he was in a like state with her....perhaps with even less?
She mentally slapped herself and nodded back, plastering a smile over the confusion.
Again, I keep forgetting my manners. My preference is to not be called late for supper." Noi rubs his belly as he gives a low guffaw. I am Noi, nods toward Dakoh in salutation, "please to meet you kind sir."
Noi also nods to Astra, "Ma'am"
The hunter gives a small laugh, “Late for supper…why I believe you to be part Hobbit then Noir. No, I reckon you won’t be late for super, or dinner round the Shire.”
At Noi’s remark to Asta as ‘ma’am’, Dakoh turns his head quickly around. He first tries to determine if there is another he missed, but realizes his mistake. “Beg you pardon Asta, and please forgive my ignorance. Can’t rightly say I’ve ever met any dwarves that weren’t male…nor without a beard now that I’m thinking about it. Not that I’ve met many to begin with. I’m not trying to be rude, but I suppose that’s how it must seem. We don’t get many outsiders in the Chetwood’s, and most of them aren’t dwarf folk.” After a moment, perhaps of silence, “If’n you are looking to meet Mister Baggins and doing so at the Green Dragon, I hope you will allow me the opportunity to make up for any insult I’ve employed. Will you give me a chance to make up for my mistake?”
"as usual the menfolk are unintentionally insulting and rude and and the lady folk are are always mistake free. Why don't you both climb up and see if this wagon can go a might faster then our current pace?"
OOC: love this just wanted to give time for everyone to banter. I am going to narrate some to move up out story.
Sometime later a hobbit, and two dwarves find themselves in the Green Dragon Inn. Wagons have been unloaded, coin exchange for goods, and at last rest is occurring. The pipe weed is thick, and there is nothing better than good rest after a day’s labor. There is some light musics being played by a hobbit with green hair. They are playing a lute. The music is charming and peaceful. Sitting in the corner in is a middle aged hobbit, and he is telling a tale in hushed tones. Then he breaks to riddle. “A box without hinges, key, or lid, yet golden treasure inside is hid"”
ooc this is a skill challenge: Dc 10 use either intelligence to roll with.
OOC: love this just wanted to give time for everyone to banter. I am going to narrate some to move up out story.
There is some light music's being played by a hobbit with green hair. They are playing a lute. The music is charming and peaceful. Sitting in the corner in is a middle aged hobbit, and he is telling a tale in hushed tones. Then he breaks to riddle. “A box without hinges, key, or lid, yet golden treasure inside is hid"”
OOC this is a skill challenge: Dc 10 use either intelligence to roll with.
Riddle: 22
Dakoh was enjoying his pint of Green Dragon Breath Ale as he watched the room. He enjoyed listening to the music but even more so he was paying unusual attention to Mr. Bilbo and the tale he was spinning. As the riddle part came up, he searched his mind for what the answer might be. Had he heard of it before, maybe. Could he deduce the answer, let's find out.
Asta considered the other two carefully then shrugged.
" Green Dragon, Right. Asta Hulisdottir, Our Holt lies in Hoardale, I....I do not know my Khuzds name or family I ashamed to say."
" I will walk with your cart, my legs are rested from their time in Bree so I don't mind the stretch."
Noi nods acceptance of the Pack in to the wagon. As they proceed , "Dakoh I am not sure were i am staying. I need to find my employer who rushed before me to find space for his wares that are keeping your pack company. But Green Dragon sounds as good as any Inn. Once my day is done I will definitely join you for a drink."
"It is nice to make your acquaintance Asta."
“Yes Asta, happy to meet you. I don’t reckon I could pronounce Asta in Khuzds…”, he tries to say it the same way she did, “…even if I tried.”
”And you sir, not sure I could pronounce a name I haven’t been given yet. How may I call you, or will Master Dwarf suffice?”
With just a slight pause as he waits for a response, Dakoh poses the next question after learning Noi’s preferred name. “Where are you hoping to drop your wares, Hobbiton perhaps? Or further on to Michel Delving maybe?”
”I was heading to Hobbiton myself, but…I have a desire for that Green Dragon’s Breath Ale all of a sudden. And perhaps a-kin to something related.” He leaves the meaning subtly vague enough.
"Doh! ...My humblest apologies to you two. I can't believe I forgot my manners, must have been those bouders slightly rattled me... Two of the pains driving a loaded wagon by yourself... pity me to exposing both flaws to you at the same time. The first is so obvious, plainer then the nose on one's face. A teamster by himself can get awfully paranoid. Over the years, I have seen even honest folk tempted by a thought of easy money. More so the temptation is if they think they outnumber you. The smart ones realize By my lonesome, I can outnumber a small group. Hahahaha.
Again, I keep forgetting my manners. My preference is to not be called late for supper." Noi rubs his belly as he gives a low guffaw. I am Noi, nods toward Dakoh in salutation, "please to meet you kind sir."
Noi also nods to Astra, "Ma'am"
Asta nods back, she crooks and eyebrow at Noi....no Clan or House named.....and only a first name given....as if she were an outsider. Were those who lived in the wastes not considered kin anymore.....her Mother said she would be looked down upon.
Or was she seeing nettles where there were only blossoms? Perhaps he had neither? Perhaps he was in a like state with her....perhaps with even less?
She mentally slapped herself and nodded back, plastering a smile over the confusion.
" Well. Lets meet this Master Baggins then."
The hunter gives a small laugh, “Late for supper…why I believe you to be part Hobbit then Noir. No, I reckon you won’t be late for super, or dinner round the Shire.”
At Noi’s remark to Asta as ‘ma’am’, Dakoh turns his head quickly around. He first tries to determine if there is another he missed, but realizes his mistake. “Beg you pardon Asta, and please forgive my ignorance. Can’t rightly say I’ve ever met any dwarves that weren’t male…nor without a beard now that I’m thinking about it. Not that I’ve met many to begin with. I’m not trying to be rude, but I suppose that’s how it must seem. We don’t get many outsiders in the Chetwood’s, and most of them aren’t dwarf folk.” After a moment, perhaps of silence, “If’n you are looking to meet Mister Baggins and doing so at the Green Dragon, I hope you will allow me the opportunity to make up for any insult I’ve employed. Will you give me a chance to make up for my mistake?”
Noi laughs a loud bellyful volume,
"as usual the menfolk are unintentionally insulting and rude and and the lady folk are are always mistake free. Why don't you both climb up and see if this wagon can go a might faster then our current pace?"
Asta chuckled at the hobbits fluster, " Well, there's more of the menfolk so it stands to reason. "
She hoisted herself up on the wagon, " I'll not look a gift cart in the wheel."
" Dakoh Flush-Face. We would be honored to have you as our herald.", she grinned kindly.
OOC: love this just wanted to give time for everyone to banter. I am going to narrate some to move up out story.
Sometime later a hobbit, and two dwarves find themselves in the Green Dragon Inn. Wagons have been unloaded, coin exchange for goods, and at last rest is occurring. The pipe weed is thick, and there is nothing better than good rest after a day’s labor. There is some light musics being played by a hobbit with green hair. They are playing a lute. The music is charming and peaceful. Sitting in the corner in is a middle aged hobbit, and he is telling a tale in hushed tones. Then he breaks to riddle.
“A box without hinges, key, or lid, yet golden treasure inside is hid"”
ooc this is a skill challenge: Dc 10 use either intelligence to roll with.
(Is hernd in this scene yet? Just checking, I've been tracking)
OOC I am reading this as I just fried up a breakfast.
Int +1 12
Riddle: 22
Dakoh was enjoying his pint of Green Dragon Breath Ale as he watched the room. He enjoyed listening to the music but even more so he was paying unusual attention to Mr. Bilbo and the tale he was spinning. As the riddle part came up, he searched his mind for what the answer might be. Had he heard of it before, maybe. Could he deduce the answer, let's find out.
Asta half listened to the older hobbit as he told his tale, but she was more concerned with libations currently if truth be told......
She scrunched up her face at the riddle.
Int- 16