Adventure in Dan-thurás

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Kayn shrugs. “Sure, whatever. I’m not exactly in charge here, but these guys don’t seem very suited to be in charge either.” He grins and takes a large sip of his ale, downing the last bits of it. He walks over to the bar to grab another drink, and returns a few moments later. “I’m Kayn. From around these parts. Actually, I do a lot of traveling, so maybe not from around these parts? Just born around here.” He sighs. “Ah, I let my enthusiasm get ahead of me. Hello, new friends.” He says this all quite slyly, as if conversation is simply a game to him. A game he doesn’t necessarily care about winning, but an entertaining game. 

 “Hello, Kayn.” This is possibly the first time you’ve seen Mia even the slightest bit hostile to someone. She has a very icy tone as she says this.

“Hello, Mia.” He says, and smiles faintly.

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“Thank you,” Lethira says, settling into the space beside Mia with quiet ease, as though the seat had always been hers to take. “Kayn,” she repeats, letting the name rest a moment. “That’s enough. You don’t need to sort roles and responsibilities out just yet.” A small smile touches her expression, gentle, understanding, and gone just as quickly as it appeared. Her attention shifts briefly between the others at the table before returning to him. “You travel,” she says, not quite asking. “That usually means you notice more than most.” She pauses, giving the thought a moment to settle. “Has anything here caught your attention?”

 “But isn’t life always a game of roles and responsibilities?” He asks-not genuinely curious, more teasing. “I see things differently, I guess. Well. I do travel, but I wouldn’t say I notice more than most. I just like to enjoy what I see. As for what has caught my attention… not much, to be honest, I only recently got here. Wondering if there’s some sort of quest board anywhere that I can kill time doing.”

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(Happy Dragon): “Thank you, kind sir.” He sighs before continuing. “Life’s been good; the gnolls haven’t been as nasty as they usually are, but there have been… other problems,” he said, with a knowing glance at Flins’ drinking companions. From smattering of other conversations, Flins has gleamed that the man before him is the Happy Dragon’s proprietor, Scandal Merriweather. Why his name is such is not apparent; he is a full-blooded human, with no sign of an infernal lineage; from your experience, humans typically don’t wear such a moniker as a main name.

 "interesting may I inquire as to what the other problems you mentioned are?" Flins asked

 Scandal looks askew, fully aware of the other miscreants. He lowers his voice to a low whisper, unheard by any save Flins: “Confidentially, we’ve been having problems with bandits. You don’t strike me as the sort” he hurries to add, “but some of your…” He glances at Flins’ drinking companions, who are too besotted to consider eavesdropping. “…friends probably are. Joe’s been giving the Sheriff and town guard an earful, and I’ve frankly heard all I want to hear.” He gestures towards a figure in a blue hooded robe, his back turned to them. “If you could get him off our backs and deal with his “problems,” I’d appreciate it, and Joe’ll make it worth your while. Although..,” He straightens up, stroking his chin in thought. “You might wanna find a couple of *different* friends,” he stresses. “He might not trust you by yourself; nothing against you, I’m sure. He’s just had a particularly hard day today.”

Orien is focused on his carving as Lethira joins the table when he looks up he realizes he has seen her by the river a few times.  He looks around but stays quietly busy.  When Evelyn drops off drinks Orien quickly takes one and gulps it down without even a belch the form is coming along as a few details are added Orien scans the goliaths visage seeking to capture everything.

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(Happy Dragon): “Thank you, kind sir.” He sighs before continuing. “Life’s been good; the gnolls haven’t been as nasty as they usually are, but there have been… other problems,” he said, with a knowing glance at Flins’ drinking companions. From smattering of other conversations, Flins has gleamed that the man before him is the Happy Dragon’s proprietor, Scandal Merriweather. Why his name is such is not apparent; he is a full-blooded human, with no sign of an infernal lineage; from your experience, humans typically don’t wear such a moniker as a main name.

 "interesting may I inquire as to what the other problems you mentioned are?" Flins asked

 Scandal looks askew, fully aware of the other miscreants. He lowers his voice to a low whisper, unheard by any save Flins: “Confidentially, we’ve been having problems with bandits. You don’t strike me as the sort” he hurries to add, “but some of your…” He glances at Flins’ drinking companions, who are too besotted to consider eavesdropping. “…friends probably are. Joe’s been giving the Sheriff and town guard an earful, and I’ve frankly heard all I want to hear.” He gestures towards a figure in a blue hooded robe, his back turned to them. “If you could get him off our backs and deal with his “problems,” I’d appreciate it, and Joe’ll make it worth your while. Although..,” He straightens up, stroking his chin in thought. “You might wanna find a couple of *different* friends,” he stresses. “He might not trust you by yourself. He’s had a particularly hard day today.”

 "You realize they are just mercenaries right?" Flin says gesturing at the group of people he was drinking with

(Copper Kettle): Evelyn, hearing Kayn’s ponderings, leans in and says, “Well, we don’t really have a job board or anything, but maybe you can help us. Y’see, we’ve been having problems with bandits, and Joe’s been giving everyone an earful. I’ve heard he’s planning on heading back to Faraday to deliver some goods for the Greens, but the town guard won’t spare a man or two for the poor guy. If you could help, he’ll appreciate it, and I’m sure he’ll pay y’all fairly; what with him and his exotic wares.”  

She deposits a steaming plate of ham and eggs and another of potatoes onto the group’s table before whirling about and heading back towards the bar and kitchen.

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Evelyn, hearing this, leans in and says, “Well, we don’t really have a job board or anything, but maybe you can help us. Y’see, we’ve been having problems with bandits, and Joe’s been giving everyone an earful. I’ve heard he’s planning on heading back to Faraday to deliver some goods for the Greens, but the town guard won’t spare a man or two for the poor guy. If you could help, he’ll appreciate it, and I’m sure he’ll pay y’all fairly; what with him and his exotic wares.”

 "I see I'll have to find a few people to work with them."

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(Copper Kettle): Evelyn, hearing Kayn’s ponderings, leans in and says, “Well, we don’t really have a job board or anything, but maybe you can help us. Y’see, we’ve been having problems with bandits, and Joe’s been giving everyone an earful. I’ve heard he’s planning on heading back to Faraday to deliver some goods for the Greens, but the town guard won’t spare a man or two for the poor guy. If you could help, he’ll appreciate it, and I’m sure he’ll pay y’all fairly; what with him and his exotic wares.”  

She deposits a steaming plate of ham and eggs and another of potatoes onto the group’s table before whirling about and heading back towards the bar and kitchen.

 “Exotic wares, eh? Well, that sounds quite interesting. Quite interesting indeed…” He directs a smile towards the others. “I think I’ll be doing that. Would anyone like to join me? No need to worry, I can handle everything easily-not that I doubt that you can, I simply wish for companionship.” He doesn’t seem to be being honest when he says that he doesn’t doubt that they can, he’s clearly very confident in himself. But his hope for company does seem sincere. He seems to be the type that enjoys banter.

(Happy Dragon): He sighs, “Yes, I know they’re just mercenaries, but he’s convinced that at least some of them are bandits, and I can’t convince him otherwise.” 

The blue figure, unaware of the conversation about him rises and heads out the door, flicking a pair of coins to Scandal, which he catches without looking.

”He’s probably heading to Evelyn’s and checking if some of his merchant friends are in town,” he sulks, a hint of disdain on his tone. “Maybe you can talk to him. Not in the street, but after he’s settled in; otherwise he might get the idea that you’re trying to rob him, and a cornered Joe is the worst kind of Joe.” He then gives Flins a scrap of paper with directions to the Copper Kettle (about a 15-minute walk to the north) and leaves to serve other patrons.

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Kayn shrugs. “Sure, whatever. I’m not exactly in charge here, but these guys don’t seem very suited to be in charge either.” He grins and takes a large sip of his ale, downing the last bits of it. He walks over to the bar to grab another drink, and returns a few moments later. “I’m Kayn. From around these parts. Actually, I do a lot of traveling, so maybe not from around these parts? Just born around here.” He sighs. “Ah, I let my enthusiasm get ahead of me. Hello, new friends.” He says this all quite slyly, as if conversation is simply a game to him. A game he doesn’t necessarily care about winning, but an entertaining game. 

 “Hello, Kayn.” This is possibly the first time you’ve seen Mia even the slightest bit hostile to someone. She has a very icy tone as she says this.

“Hello, Mia.” He says, and smiles faintly.

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“Thank you,” Lethira says, settling into the space beside Mia with quiet ease, as though the seat had always been hers to take. “Kayn,” she repeats, letting the name rest a moment. “That’s enough. You don’t need to sort roles and responsibilities out just yet.” A small smile touches her expression, gentle, understanding, and gone just as quickly as it appeared. Her attention shifts briefly between the others at the table before returning to him. “You travel,” she says, not quite asking. “That usually means you notice more than most.” She pauses, giving the thought a moment to settle. “Has anything here caught your attention?”

 “But isn’t life always a game of roles and responsibilities?” He asks-not genuinely curious, more teasing. “I see things differently, I guess. Well. I do travel, but I wouldn’t say I notice more than most. I just like to enjoy what I see. As for what has caught my attention… not much, to be honest, I only recently got here. Wondering if there’s some sort of quest board anywhere that I can kill time doing.”

 “There’s usually one somewhere in the town.” Her tone softens a bit.

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(Copper Kettle): Evelyn, hearing Kayn’s ponderings, leans in and says, “Well, we don’t really have a job board or anything, but maybe you can help us. Y’see, we’ve been having problems with bandits, and Joe’s been giving everyone an earful. I’ve heard he’s planning on heading back to Faraday to deliver some goods for the Greens, but the town guard won’t spare a man or two for the poor guy. If you could help, he’ll appreciate it, and I’m sure he’ll pay y’all fairly; what with him and his exotic wares.”  

She deposits a steaming plate of ham and eggs and another of potatoes onto the group’s table before whirling about and heading back towards the bar and kitchen.

 “Exotic wares, eh? Well, that sounds quite interesting. Quite interesting indeed…” He directs a smile towards the others. “I think I’ll be doing that. Would anyone like to join me? No need to worry, I can handle everything easily-not that I doubt that you can, I simply wish for companionship.” He doesn’t seem to be being honest when he says that he doesn’t doubt that they can, he’s clearly very confident in himself. But his hope for company does seem sincere. He seems to be the type that enjoys banter.

 Mia, through pursed lips, says, “Is there anything better to do? I, for one, will work with you.”

Evelyn-.  
  She deposits a steaming plate of ham and eggs and another of potatoes onto the group’s table before whirling about and heading back towards the bar and kitchen.

“Thank you Evelyn.  Also thank you Oak-lord, amen.”  Orien fills a little plate with a slight overload of potato ham and eggs. Carefully setting his ‘thinker’ Tozer of Clan Kizarinath on the table.

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  She deposits a steaming plate of ham and eggs and another of potatoes onto the group’s table before whirling about and heading back towards the bar and kitchen.

“Thank you Evelyn.  Also thank you Oak-lord, amen.”  Orien fills a little plate with a slight overload of potato ham and eggs. Carefully setting his ‘thinker’ Tozer of Clan Kizarinath on the table.

 Mia grabs a potato and salts and begins eating. How good is it?

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(Happy Dragon): He sighs, “Yes, I know they’re just mercenaries, but he’s convinced that at least some of them are bandits, and I can’t convince him otherwise.” 

The blue figure, unaware of the conversation about him rises and heads out the door, flicking a pair of coins to Scandal, which he catches without looking.

”He’s probably heading to Evelyn’s and checking if some of his merchant friends are in town,” he sulks, a hint of disdain on his tone. “Maybe you can talk to him. Not in the street, but after he’s settled in; otherwise he might get the idea that you’re trying to rob him, and a cornered Joe is the worst kind of Joe.” He then gives Flins a scrap of paper with directions to the Copper Kettle (about a 15-minute walk to the north) and leaves to serve other patrons.

Flins begins walking towards the copper kettle 

 Mia, through pursed lips, says, “Is there anything better to do? I, for one, will work with you.”

“Mia is this something I could help with?  I don’t need money but I’d uh like to help if you think I’d be useful.”

Orien has his hands on the table trying to be nonchalant.

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“Mia is this something I could help with?  I don’t need money but I’d uh like to help if you think I’d be useful.”

Orien has his hands on the table trying to be nonchalant.

 Mia smiles. “The more the merrier! Why not?”

“Roles help,” Lethira says, her tone conversational. “You don’t have to notice everything. Just what doesn’t quite fit.” Her gaze shifts briefly past the table, settling on a mug near the bar, full, untouched, no one returning to it. “That one hasn’t been touched in a while,” she adds, quiet and matter-of-fact.

Evelyn arrives with the plates, setting them down with practiced ease before lingering a moment, then inclines her head toward Lethira. “Keeper of the Last Crossing,” she adds softly. “No charge.” A few nearby patrons take notice. A glass lifts. Another follows. No fuss. Just quiet respect.

Lethira meets it with a small, easy smile and a brief nod, letting the moment pass without holding it. “Bandits on the road,” she repeats, her gaze drifting for a moment, not to the door, but somewhere beyond it, where the road runs out of Cairdell. She doesn’t answer right away. There’s a pause, like she’s listening for something just out of reach. “I could,” she says at last. “It’s not far.” A subtle shift moves through the room, noticed by those who have been watching the river. A glance here. A quiet stillness there, by those who knew about the stillwater in the bend of the Saphire River. Even Evelyn’s attention lingers.

Lethira turns slightly toward her, calm as ever. “The river’s moving as it should.” A small pause follows. “I don’t stay when it flows again.” The concern eases in the Tavern begins to ease, not all at once, but enough for conversation to resumes in the groups vicinity.

Lethira’s attention returns to the table. “You won’t be handling everything,” she says to Kayn, calm and certain. “Not if you’re asking for company.” A faint smile follows, softening as she glances toward Orien, offering a small nod of recognition, then back to the group. “I’ll come,” she adds simply. “If Joe’s heading out soon, it’s better he doesn’t wait.”

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“Roles help,” Lethira says, her tone conversational. “You don’t have to notice everything. Just what doesn’t quite fit.” Her gaze shifts briefly past the table, settling on a mug near the bar, full, untouched, no one returning to it. “That one hasn’t been touched in a while,” she adds, quiet and matter-of-fact.

Evelyn arrives with the plates, setting them down with practiced ease before lingering a moment, then inclines her head toward Lethira. “Keeper of the Last Crossing,” she adds softly. “No charge.” A few nearby patrons take notice. A glass lifts. Another follows. No fuss. Just quiet respect.

Lethira meets it with a small, easy smile and a brief nod, letting the moment pass without holding it. “Bandits on the road,” she repeats, her gaze drifting for a moment, not to the door, but somewhere beyond it, where the road runs out of Cairdell. She doesn’t answer right away. There’s a pause, like she’s listening for something just out of reach. “I could,” she says at last. “It’s not far.” A subtle shift moves through the room, noticed by those who have been watching the river. A glance here. A quiet stillness there, by those who knew about the stillwater in the bend of the Saphire River. Even Evelyn’s attention lingers.

Lethira turns slightly toward her, calm as ever. “The river’s moving as it should.” A small pause follows. “I don’t stay when it flows again.” The concern eases in the Tavern begins to ease, not all at once, but enough for conversation to resumes in the groups vicinity.

Lethira’s attention returns to the table. “You won’t be handling everything,” she says to Kayn, calm and certain. “Not if you’re asking for company.” A faint smile follows, softening as she glances toward Orien, offering a small nod of recognition, then back to the group. “I’ll come,” she adds simply. “If Joe’s heading out soon, it’s better he doesn’t wait.”

 Mia clasps her on the shoulder. “Welcome to the party. Now that leaves a single question. What should we call ourselves?”

Ever seen a bear smile?  Orien devours his food, grabs his statue and tools (small picks and angled blades a small mallet) and starts working on the details.  He seems very energetic and oblivious to the crowded room.  

Kayn lets out a wide grin. “Looks like we’ll be working together for the time being! Names… hmmmmm… names are such an important thing when exotic goods are at stake.” He genuinely seems to care about the exotic goods, but his words are playful and sarcastic. He seems to have warmed up a bit-perhaps even a bit too much, but it might not be long before he goes back to slipping insults into the conversation casually. 

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Kayn lets out a wide grin. “Looks like we’ll be working together for the time being! Names… hmmmmm… names are such an important thing when exotic goods are at stake.” He genuinely seems to care about the exotic goods, but his words are playful and sarcastic. He seems to have warmed up a bit-perhaps even a bit too much, but it might not be long before he goes back to slipping insults into the conversation casually. 

 “So that’s 4 of us, then.”