Adventure in Dan-thurás

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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.

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

 The potato is tasty good; nicely done without any uncooked crunch, but slightly too hot to handle comfortably 

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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.

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

 The potato is tasty good; nicely done without any uncooked crunch, but slightly too hot to handle comfortably 

 Mia blows on it then nibbles on it thoughtfully.

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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 

 The springtime night air is cool but not uncomfortably so, and the moon shines brightly on the well-worn road leading to Cairdell proper. 

*How closely is Flins following Joe? If you’re within about 60-90 feet of him, he might notice you and react accordingly (feel free to roll Stealth or something). Otherwise, the two of you make it to the Copper Kettle without incident*

Tozer has sat quietly, mentally sifting through the conversation of those around him and not entirely certain he could add much of worth. He greets Lethira with a nod and gives a Kayn a quizzical look in response to his words that life might be a game of roles and responsibilities. He gazes upon Orien's handiwork and utters a soft, "It is good, Orien of the shadow."

Food and drink becomes his focus for the next few minutes, and he makes large portions of both disappear before wiping his mouth upon his old cloak.

"I too shall go," offers Tozer. "Orien of the shadow. Mia of the crystal. Kayn of the funny words. Lethira of the river."

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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 

 The springtime night air is cool but not uncomfortably so, and the moon shines brightly on the well-worn road leading to Cairdell proper. 

*How closely is Flins following Joe? If you’re within about 60-90 feet of him, he might notice you and react accordingly (feel free to roll Stealth or something). Otherwise, the two of you make it to the Copper Kettle without incident*

 *He's really that paranoid? And flins is just outside of that range* but here's stealth 6

*Yes, the dude is that paranoid. I’ll later reveal what his day was like.* He whirls around and sees you but does nothing except quicken his pace and shove one hand into a deep pocket. 

15 minutes later, Joe has entered the Copper Kettle *I assume Flins follows him inside.

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Tozer has sat quietly, mentally sifting through the conversation of those around him and not entirely certain he could add much of worth. He greets Lethira with a nod and gives a Kayn a quizzical look in response to his words that life might be a game of roles and responsibilities. He gazes upon Orien's handiwork and utters a soft, "It is good, Orien of the shadow."

Food and drink becomes his focus for the next few minutes, and he makes large portions of both disappear before wiping his mouth upon his old cloak.

"I too shall go," offers Tozer. "Orien of the shadow. Mia of the crystal. Kayn of the funny words. Lethira of the river."

 

 “That makes 5 in our little group.”

(Copper Kettle) A hooded man in a deep blue cloak strides into the tavern, his stride one of purpose and a tinge of paranoia.

”Evening, Joe,” Evelyn greets him from across the room, which he returns in a low mutter. He slouches into a chair at a table away from the door, conspicuously avoiding people. Seated, he glances at the group, comprised of a muscular dude scarfing down egg and potato, a female elf with fiery hair, a human with floating crystals and another with a subtly chilling aura, and a bear sitting at a table like a person. One of the other barmaids, a freckled halfling woman, sets a mug of foaming ale on his table silently.

(*I assume Flins enters, looking for Joe. If he is, you can describe his entrance, Balthoran*)

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*Yes, the dude is that paranoid. I’ll later reveal what his day was like.* He whirls around and sees you but does nothing except quicken his pace and shove one hand into a deep pocket. 

15 minutes later, Joe has entered the Copper Kettle *I assume Flins follows him inside.

 *Yep*

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(Copper Kettle) A hooded man in a deep blue cloak strides into the tavern, his stride one of purpose and a tinge of paranoia.

”Evening, Joe,” Evelyn greets him from across the room, which he returns in a low mutter. He slouches into a chair at a table away from the door, conspicuously avoiding people. Seated, he glances at the group, comprised of a muscular dude scarfing down egg and potato, a female elf with fiery hair, a human with floating crystals and another with a subtly chilling aura, and a bear sitting at a table like a person. One of the other barmaids, a freckled halfling woman, sets a mug of foaming ale on his table silently.

(*I assume Flins enters, looking for Joe*)

 Mia glares daggers at him but says nothing.

*At who??? Flins or Joe??? I’m very confused and curious*

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*At who??? Flins or Joe??? I’m very confused and curious*

 *Yes! Mia hates mercenaries.*

He gazes upon Orien's handiwork and utters a soft, "It is good, Orien of the shadow."

”I’m very pleased that you like it.  When it is finished it will be yours.  I need a few more pieces to complete the project, this has been a good day.”

Orien’s paw digs out a small packet and with just the tip of a foreclaw he withdraws a minuet amount of pink dust which he carefully sprinkles on the statuette.

Flins at this point has faded into the relative chaos of sup-time, and the stranger in blue, having lost track of his previous pursuer, seems to relax a little bit. Evelyn meets him at his table, and the two discuss something in low tones, with the stranger gesticulating with his hands and eyes. She leaves his table after a couple minutes, leaving him holding what appears to be six hard-boiled eggs on a skewer. He nibbles contemplatively on his eggs (apparently immune to the normally femme fatal spell Glaring-Eye Daggers), although he shows mild interest in Orien’s statuette.

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Flins at this point has faded into the relative chaos of sup-time, and the stranger in blue, having lost track of his previous pursuer, seems to relax a little bit. Evelyn meets him at his table, and the two discuss something in low tones, with the stranger gesticulating with his hands and eyes. She leaves his table after a couple minutes, leaving him holding what appears to be six hard-boiled eggs on a skewer. He nibbles contemplatively on his eggs (apparently immune to the normally femme fatal spell Glaring-Eye Daggers), although he shows mild interest in Orien’s statuette.

 Mia huffs and leans back in her seat, still glaring at him. If looks could kill…

*DM simultaneously snickering outside of the game and dying inside for the poor merchant who currently hasn’t done anything to warrant such a visceral reaction*

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(Copper Kettle) A hooded man in a deep blue cloak strides into the tavern, his stride one of purpose and a tinge of paranoia.

”Evening, Joe,” Evelyn greets him from across the room, which he returns in a low mutter. He slouches into a chair at a table away from the door, conspicuously avoiding people. Seated, he glances at the group, comprised of a muscular dude scarfing down egg and potato, a female elf with fiery hair, a human with floating crystals and another with a subtly chilling aura, and a bear sitting at a table like a person. One of the other barmaids, a freckled halfling woman, sets a mug of foaming ale on his table silently.

(*I assume Flins enters, looking for Joe*)

 Mia glares daggers at him but says nothing.

 "Oh piss off you arrogant arse I haven't even done anything yet"

*sorry for slow responses but I've been a bit busy*

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(Copper Kettle) A hooded man in a deep blue cloak strides into the tavern, his stride one of purpose and a tinge of paranoia.

”Evening, Joe,” Evelyn greets him from across the room, which he returns in a low mutter. He slouches into a chair at a table away from the door, conspicuously avoiding people. Seated, he glances at the group, comprised of a muscular dude scarfing down egg and potato, a female elf with fiery hair, a human with floating crystals and another with a subtly chilling aura, and a bear sitting at a table like a person. One of the other barmaids, a freckled halfling woman, sets a mug of foaming ale on his table silently.

(*I assume Flins enters, looking for Joe*)

 Mia glares daggers at him but says nothing.

 "Oh piss off you arrogant arse I haven't even done anything yet"

 Kayn snorts again, banging his hand against the table to keep in his laughter. He looks up at Flins and frowns. “Who might you be? Harassing my travel companion-not that I don’t admire you for that.”

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(Copper Kettle) A hooded man in a deep blue cloak strides into the tavern, his stride one of purpose and a tinge of paranoia.

”Evening, Joe,” Evelyn greets him from across the room, which he returns in a low mutter. He slouches into a chair at a table away from the door, conspicuously avoiding people. Seated, he glances at the group, comprised of a muscular dude scarfing down egg and potato, a female elf with fiery hair, a human with floating crystals and another with a subtly chilling aura, and a bear sitting at a table like a person. One of the other barmaids, a freckled halfling woman, sets a mug of foaming ale on his table silently.

(*I assume Flins enters, looking for Joe*)

 Mia glares daggers at him but says nothing.

 "Oh piss off you arrogant arse I haven't even done anything yet"

 Kayn snorts again, banging his hand against the table to keep in his laughter. He looks up at Flins and frowns. “Who might you be? Harassing my travel companion-not that I don’t admire you for that.”

 "Flins and it ain't my fault your travel companion can't mind their own damn business."