Tomb of Annihilation - Shardseekers

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 He feels a tap on his shoulder as a taller individual with vibrant reddish skin and pointed ears, their expression a bit worried as they watch him. Their hair is a deep, onyx black tone and gathered in a braid laid over their shoulder trailing down to the waist, with armor made of overlapping reptilian scales and carrying a silvered spear slung over the shoulder. One scar curves over the nose bridge as if they had gotten their nose smashed in once before, another smaller scar on their lip. "Are.. you alright? You look a bit shellshocked, mate."

 "I'm fine; just... surprised- in an enthusiastic way. Thank you." He bows his head to the person, clearly curious about the armour and their height.

 "Yea? Not from around here? I came here to buy as well, actually. Been saving up for something better suited for quick travel." They bow a bit awkwardly back, trying to match the gesture. "Though I'm not much of an expert here. Thinking I should take something better for long distance, but that means it might be more vulnerable to predators."

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 Cain enters the metalworking repair shop curiously

 It's less of a typical shop and seems to be a repurposed warehouse, the backside of it open to the other side of the harbor to bring ships in for repairs. Smoke billows out of a chimney connected to a massive furnace, the sounds of steam powered machinery and several ongoing conversations between people banging hammers against metal and hanging from ropes to weld parts of the hull of the currently suspended ship back into one piece making it far from a silent workplace. There's a semi-circular counter near the center of the room where a bored looking creature-- a construct of some kind with a vaguely humanoid structure and four arms made of metal covered by a clearly custom tailored coat-- leans up against the countertop, jotting something down with a feathered pen.

 Cain walks up to the construct and says, "Hello I am Cain, and I was wondering if you perhaps would have some information I need or would direct me to an information guild?"

 The construct looks up, adjusting its captain's hat as its left optic blinks, scanning him over. "You lost, kid? We don't have information guilds in the city here. Sheriff's office has some maps and jobs if you're broke, and about any tavern in town has the local paper."

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 Cain enters the metalworking repair shop curiously

 It's less of a typical shop and seems to be a repurposed warehouse, the backside of it open to the other side of the harbor to bring ships in for repairs. Smoke billows out of a chimney connected to a massive furnace, the sounds of steam powered machinery and several ongoing conversations between people banging hammers against metal and hanging from ropes to weld parts of the hull of the currently suspended ship back into one piece making it far from a silent workplace. There's a semi-circular counter near the center of the room where a bored looking creature-- a construct of some kind with a vaguely humanoid structure and four arms made of metal covered by a clearly custom tailored coat-- leans up against the countertop, jotting something down with a feathered pen.

 Cain walks up to the construct and says, "Hello I am Cain, and I was wondering if you perhaps would have some information I need or would direct me to an information guild?"

 The construct looks up, adjusting its captain's hat as its left optic blinks, scanning him over. "You lost, kid? We don't have information guilds in the city here. Sheriff's office has some maps and jobs if you're broke, and about any tavern in town has the local paper."

 Cain sighs and puts 5 gold pieces on the counter as he says, "What I'm looking for can't exactly be found by normal means, unfortunately but I think you can help me with that issue."

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 He feels a tap on his shoulder as a taller individual with vibrant reddish skin and pointed ears, their expression a bit worried as they watch him. Their hair is a deep, onyx black tone and gathered in a braid laid over their shoulder trailing down to the waist, with armor made of overlapping reptilian scales and carrying a silvered spear slung over the shoulder. One scar curves over the nose bridge as if they had gotten their nose smashed in once before, another smaller scar on their lip. "Are.. you alright? You look a bit shellshocked, mate."

 "I'm fine; just... surprised- in an enthusiastic way. Thank you." He bows his head to the person, clearly curious about the armour and their height.

 "Yea? Not from around here? I came here to buy as well, actually. Been saving up for something better suited for quick travel." They bow a bit awkwardly back, trying to match the gesture. "Though I'm not much of an expert here. Thinking I should take something better for long distance, but that means it might be more vulnerable to predators."

 "Might want to choose a pursuit predator. They can get their own food, run, and hold their own."

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 Cain sighs and puts 5 gold pieces on the counter as he says, "What I'm looking for can't exactly be found by normal means, unfortunately but I think you can help me with that issue."

 The construct eyes it for a moment, then looks up to Cain, sliding the coins off the table and into its hat. "Aye. And what exactly are you looking for?"

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 "Might want to choose a pursuit predator. They can get their own food, run, and hold their own."

 The adventurer sighs, leaning their elbows on the railing to better look at the birds. "True. But then I'm worried it might see me as lunch. You here to buy as well?"

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 "Might want to choose a pursuit predator. They can get their own food, run, and hold their own."

 The adventurer sighs, leaning their elbows on the railing to better look at the birds. "True. But then I'm worried it might see me as lunch. You here to buy as well?"

 "Hopefully. Bit low on money right now."

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 Cain sighs and puts 5 gold pieces on the counter as he says, "What I'm looking for can't exactly be found by normal means, unfortunately but I think you can help me with that issue."

 The construct eyes it for a moment, then looks up to Cain, sliding the coins off the table and into its hat. "Aye. And what exactly are you looking for?"

 Cain smiles and says, "I need to know if there were any dragon hunters that came through here, and I want to know if there are any lucrative jobs in the area. If you can get me a lucrative job, you will get ten percent of the pay as a commission fee."

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 "Hopefully. Bit low on money right now."

 They reach back to pat their spear. "That's what the weapon's for mate. Gotta go find yourself some jobs around here. They pay pretty penny for extermination, and it isn't too bad if you're prepared for the wolves. Could always stop by the sheriff's for work, or if you're really that desperate for a payout and don't care about your life very much, the tomb always attracts attention."

Quick Wing walks off the ship, and goes looking for a smith, or some place that sells weapons

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 "Hopefully. Bit low on money right now."

 They reach back to pat their spear. "That's what the weapon's for mate. Gotta go find yourself some jobs around here. They pay pretty penny for extermination, and it isn't too bad if you're prepared for the wolves. Could always stop by the sheriff's for work, or if you're really that desperate for a payout and don't care about your life very much, the tomb always attracts attention."

 "I suppose I could. Just... not where I saw my life going y'know? Needing to find a good job for hope of a mount; for any life. Being an adventurer; risking your life so ya don't have to tomorrow?" He sighs, gripping his hand over the owl shaped top of his glaive, clearly a habit when he's stressed.

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 Cain smiles and says, "I need to know if there were any dragon hunters that came through here, and I want to know if there are any lucrative jobs in the area. If you can get me a lucrative job, you will get ten percent of the pay as a commission fee."

 "Wyrm hunters? Heh, if they did, they'd know better than to make it plain. My mates would've had them strung up upon landing. Can't say I've seen any lately, but if anyone would know, it'd be the deputy. Kisame is her name, I believe. Real nasty in a fight, and handles the under the table shipments that keep the city running nicely. As for lucrative jobs? There's plenty, but it's suicide for the average person, kid." The construct peers over him for a moment again. "You ain't got the gear for it. But I'll tell you what. Buddy of mine has been needing to get something back from a friend that was killed and dragged off two days ago. You go there and get it, you can keep anything else you find in the shipment."

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Quick Wing walks off the ship, and goes looking for a smith, or some place that sells weapons

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Quick Wing walks off the ship, and goes looking for a smith, or some place that sells weapons

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 Cain smiles and says, "I need to know if there were any dragon hunters that came through here, and I want to know if there are any lucrative jobs in the area. If you can get me a lucrative job, you will get ten percent of the pay as a commission fee."

 "Wyrm hunters? Heh, if they did, they'd know better than to make it plain. My mates would've had them strung up upon landing. Can't say I've seen any lately, but if anyone would know, it'd be the deputy. Kisame is her name, I believe. Real nasty in a fight, and handles the under the table shipments that keep the city running nicely. As for lucrative jobs? There's plenty, but it's suicide for the average person, kid." The construct peers over him for a moment again. "You ain't got the gear for it. But I'll tell you what. Buddy of mine has been needing to get something back from a friend that was killed and dragged off two days ago. You go there and get it, you can keep anything else you find in the shipment."

 Cain nods his head and says, "Thanks for the intel. Do you have a guess as to who killed your friend?"

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 "Hopefully. Bit low on money right now."

 They reach back to pat their spear. "That's what the weapon's for mate. Gotta go find yourself some jobs around here. They pay pretty penny for extermination, and it isn't too bad if you're prepared for the wolves. Could always stop by the sheriff's for work, or if you're really that desperate for a payout and don't care about your life very much, the tomb always attracts attention."

 "I suppose I could. Just... not where I saw my life going y'know? Needing to find a good job for hope of a mount; for any life. Being an adventurer; risking your life so ya don't have to tomorrow?" He sighs, gripping his hand over the owl shaped top of his glaive, clearly a habit when he's stressed.

 They look a bit apologetic. "Yea, not the life for everyone really. But not a lot of choices in a place like this. You fancy boating at all?"

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 “Regent Tieflings.” Kaos corrects him. “What do you mean by that? About the jungle?”

 He shrugs. "Jungle's not just some sort of bunch of trees and whatnot. It's living, breathing, just like you or I. The more you draw attention from it, the more it's likely to just go out and kill you. Call it superstition, but I do believe that you oughta respect the land. What giveth can be taken away, or however the saying goes." The tiefling finishes up wiping the counter, washing their hands. "Always good to stock up before you head out. And I'm pretty sure the regent tiefs left without you. Last I saw, they were already departing past the city walls."

 Kaos curses. "Where would you recommend I get supplies?"

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Quick Wing walks off the ship, and goes looking for a smith, or some place that sells weapons

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 Quick Wing doesn't spot any smiths, other than a metalworking warehouse for ship repairs that they saw Cain walk into, though there's a weapon shop and basic gear positioned next to The Sailor's Sorrow tavern.

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 "I suppose I could. Just... not where I saw my life going y'know? Needing to find a good job for hope of a mount; for any life. Being an adventurer; risking your life so ya don't have to tomorrow?" He sighs, gripping his hand over the owl shaped top of his glaive, clearly a habit when he's stressed.

 They look a bit apologetic. "Yea, not the life for everyone really. But not a lot of choices in a place like this. You fancy boating at all?"

 "Not really. But I can sometimes if I need to."

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Vylessa struts off the ship, her arms outstretched like she's expecting a grand welcome. Her haughty rhythm is thrown off as soon as she sees the reptilian beasts. 

"What... is... that?" she shrieks, hurtling off the ship. She tries to follow Kaos and Mad to The Sailor's Sorrow, trailing behind heavily. Each time she crosses paths with a dinosaur, she freaks out and tries to change direction.

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 The shrieking seems to spook a few of the dinosaurs, as a particularly skittish parasaur chirps loudly in alarm at her, the driver cursing in some foreign language as they shake their fist at her and steer out of her way, glaring all the same. 

When she enters the taverrn, it's relatively quiet at this time of morning, with a few sailors and harborkeepers sharing drinks at some of the tables near the bulletin board. Kaos and Mad are sat at the bar, and the barkeep waves at her. "Good morning, miss. Need something to drink? You look a bit.. uh.. frazzled."

 "Your finest...wine." she requests, huffing in between each word.

Vylessa sees Kaos and Mad, recognizing them from the ship. She daintily skips over to their table and sits herself down. "So what brings you to this-", she groans as she plucks a green feather out of her hair. "This accursed place?"