"Carp? Hm. Most interesting. But I do believe that concludes todays business."Vondal slightly bows at the waist with his hands clasped together. "May the Bones of the World Bless your feet, and your days be filled with honest toil." With that, unless Karl wished to add more at that point, Vondal gives one last bow. "And thanks again" before making his way out to meet up with a probably passed Zander and Nif.
"Aye, and thensome! All there is left is the meeting the townmaster about his 'orc problem' and... red belly menace--"He says with an increasingly less rare scowl on his face. "Then, it is off to the Inn to drop off Brom and rent rooms. Though honestly at this point, should we risk staying the night the Inn, so that Zander can properly sleep things off? Or do we see to the menace tonight?"He asks of all. "There's in honest coin it, by the way."Vondal looks around, then leans in a whispers conspiratorially in Dwarvish, "There's a whole 100 dragons in it, by the way. A WHOLE 100 dragons... if we get their leaders of course. But still!" He says, finally showing some excitement.
"Not only that, but she said they've been courting goblins. Which means they may know something of the 'spider' AND of Gundrun. Well, the goblin servant, to be specific." He waves his hand dismissively at the last point. "Details, details. But anyway... so.. What do you guys think? We rest up, and head out early? Or do see to the town master and Brom before heading out immediately, late as it is?"
Nif thinks for a moment. "Let's go talk to the townmaster and find out about both the redbrands and the orcs. Then I don't think it will hurt to rent a room, have a hot dinner and plan out what we do for tomorrow. Hopefully if Karl doesn't encourage Zander to repeat the earlier events, tonight, Zander will be functional tommorow."
Driving their basically-empty ox cart northeast to the Townmaster's Hall, the dwarves and Zander enter the hall, passing by the notice board next to the front door with the single notice proclaiming in Common: “REWARD — Orcs near Wyvern Tor! Those of a mind to face the orc menace should inquire within.”
Entering the good-sized building, they find themselves in a smallish waiting room. An elf woman — the first non-human the dwarves have encountered in Phandalin so far — is sitting behind a tiny desk to their right. As the boys enter, they catch sight of her. She is staring at them with a slightly gaping mouth as if they are the strangest sight she's ever seen. As the door is closed with a slam — causing Zander to wince — the she-elf blinks and closes her mouth. "G—g'day," she says in a girlish voice. She quickly stands, smooths the skirt of her plain dress, runs a hand through her wavy, blonde hair, then gives a smiles. "May I help you ... gentle ... dwarves ... and ... man?"
Nif similes a friendly smile, as best as he can manage, it's been a long day after all. "Hi there. We were hoping to speak to the town master about the post out side the Orc Problem?";_!_"
Karl walks over to the desk and smiles at the she-elf and says "gentle I ain't be called gentle in .... " he thinks for a minute "actually ever; but it does 'ave a good ring to it. Just call me Uncle that what this horrible lot call me" he gestures with a thumb over his shoulder to the others "now, about these Orcs wot need exterminatin'?"
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Vondal chuckles into a fist. "We're not that horrible." He pinches the air in front of his face. "Only about this much. But aye, Brother Nif has the right of it. We know it is getting late, but is he in right now? If so, we'd very much like to talk with him over the job." Vondal smiles and adds. "I am Vondal, of the Stormfist Clan. And our slightly swaying friend back there is Zander." He jabs a thumb back at the "human".
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The blonde smiles at Nif, then blinks in confusion at Karl. "Er ... if you're looking for lodging, you'll need to inquire at the Stonehill Inn." She looks back at Nif. "But I can let you speak with Townmaster Wester." She squeezes by Karl, giving an apologetic and bashful smile. "I know he'll be glad to hear you're here about the post," she says more to the floor as she steps over to the double doors opposite the entrance. She opens one of the doors, looks over her shoulder to make sure everyone is following, and steps through. The double doors open into a hall running left and right, and another set of double doors just a few feet further on the opposite wall. Again opening one of the doors, she steps through after making sure she is being followed.
The next room is a small courtroom. Three desks sit on a platform on the far side. Several chairs are arranged somewhat haphazardly around the dimly lit room. To the far right is a bigger desk. Behind it sits a rotund human man with a red face and hardly any hair. Besides being red, his face is shiny with grease, as are his chubby hands, which are grasping a large bird leg, which is half eaten. A plate of food sits in front of him on the desk on top of piles of papers. He watches the crowd enter, his jaw continuing to masticate. As the she-elf comes to a stop about 10 feet from the desk, she stands primly, her hands clasped in front of her. "Townmaster, these ... individuals are here about the post," she says brightly in her girly voice.
The man chews a few more times and then swallows. Picking up a rough-hewn cup, he slurps down some of the contents and then wipes his mouth with a handkerchief. "Cyrine, do you see that I am eating?" he asks in a soft, yet stern tone of voice. The she-elf's head dips and her shoulders sag instantly in response to his question. "WHAT—" his voice booms, but then is immediately soft again, "have I said about interrupting me while I'm eating?"
"I'm sorry, Townmaster," the she-elf says plaintively, "but I thought you'd be happy—"
"Cyrine," the man interrupts, "you may return to your desk. I will speak to these four." Cyrine nods a little and then turns and excuses herself meekly as she weaves through the group to leave the room. Wester stands and wipes his hands and face again with the handkerchief. "I apologize for my appearance and the state of my desk. I usually don't get visitors this late in the day. My wife had a very successful hunting trip two days ago and brought me this delicious meal, and, well, I didn't want it to get cold before I could enjoy it." He walks around to the front of his desk and sits his large behind down upon the front edge, the wood creaking under his weight. "So, you're here about the notice?" He doesn't wait for a reply before plowing on, "Wonderful. I need someone ... or someones to head east on the Triboar Trail. Travelers have reported trouble with a band of orcs near Wyvern Tor. I will pay you 100 gold to take care of the problem. Interested?"
The moment Vondal laid eyes on the man, so too did some unspoken of hope died in them. What immediately followed left him giving the Townmaster a disappointed look. Only once things focused on business was the gold dwarf able to push on a more professional veneer. "That we are. It is a little ways off the beaten path as I recall, but conveniently close to Conberry Ruins. We have other business in town to see to, but... will be able to see to them within the next couple of days." Vondal glances back in the direction the she-elf left as he adds, "Not that you have many volunteers coming this way, I suspect. Otherwise, you're redbelly problem.. or was it brand... hn.. either which, at least they'd have been seen to as well by now."
Vondal turns to give the townmaster a somewhat stern look. "Or so I've heard already so far."
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Karl:
At the mention of the Redbrands, Karl notices an ever-so-slight faltering in Wester's composure.
Wester slides off the front of his desk and moves back around behind it. "The Redbrands are just a mercenary guild, and not all that much trouble," he says coolly. "Bring back proof that you've disposed of the orcs, and I'll have your 100 gold ready," he says, returning to his preferred subject. He sits back down and looks up at his guests. "The sooner the better. Have a good night," he says, dismissing them.
"'Ang on a minute, not so fast fella-me-lad" Karl says as he bangs a meaty fist on the table. "I reckon you know something about these red-bellied snakes that is 'asslin' the townfolks. Now I'll give ya the benefit of the doubt and say they've got something over you, rather than you're a boss! So cough up and tell us what's going on!"he demands of Wester.
The Red Bellied Black Snake is one of Australia's poisonous snakes known for eating other snakes
Wester jumps at Karl's display. He stands back up, his face going even redder. "There is nothing to say," he blusters. "Now, get out before I throw the lot of you in a cell for the night!"
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Vondal raises a bushy brow at Karl's statement; but otherwise, he refrained from holding his Uncle back this time to squint properly on Wester this time around.
After a few moments of that, and preferably before his Uncle can deck the man for the threat, Vondal places a firm hand on Karl's shoulder at the risk of taking the punch himself. "That's enough Uncle. We've said our piece, now let's be off. We got Orcs in the morn." He said calmly, then in dwarvish adds, "Something is wrong, but we cannot push him any further. "l'll say more at the Inn."
"Well I reckon I know the answer to me question then!"Karl says "but don't get your knickers in a knot, we're leaving"he finishes with.
As the party is leaving the Townmaster's Hall, Karl turns to them and says "well I kicked that rock and all sorts of things scurried out from underneath" referring to Wester's display of what Karl thinks was fear. He continues"I reckon they got something on him - call it a gut feel if ya like - but unless we want a fight, which is OK by me, I reckon we should 'ave a night under the stars and camp outside the Village tonight!"
"I don't really mind where we sleep. But in the interest of looking after Bron whilst we are out, getting a room at the inn won't hurt. If you want to sleep outside Uncle, you can always sleep in the stable, it won't be the first time." Nif finishes with a wink.
"I am with Nif on that point." Vondal gives a fleeting but cheeky grin. As they continue on to the Inn, he tries to keep a lookout for folk paying a little too much attention to the group before adding in dwarvish along the way. "You were not wrong though, Uncle. It is not just anything. It is something physical. Something precious. They way he acted around his secretary... the stress eating... the defensive reaction... the rumors..." Vondal frowns and shakes his head. "I sense he is good man at heart. And you Uncle. Brother Nif. You too perhaps know better than I what to do about good man you want keep controlled." He pauses to let those words sink in.
"... The Orcs and Banshee will have to wait. We rest, then we go to farm early as possible. Catch them when least expect it. Means talking to Carp about what he found. Until then, we stay together. Just in case. Okay?"
Only once in the relative safety of the room will Vondal see to it that Zander is on the up and up... though before that, he sees to finding out just how many potions had been in the back of the cart the whole time.
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"Yes. I think we need to deal with these Redbrands first. Lets go get a couple of rooms at the Stonehill Inn. But its been a long day. Lets rest tonight and we can talk to Carp, first thing in the morning." Nif says in thought. "I don't know about you or Uncle, but I could definetly do with a hot meal and a mug of ale."
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OOC: Forgot to talk about time. Sorry. It's about 4:00 p.m.
When the group exit the building, Nif looks at Vondal, "Get what you were looking for?"
"Carp? Hm. Most interesting. But I do believe that concludes todays business." Vondal slightly bows at the waist with his hands clasped together. "May the Bones of the World Bless your feet, and your days be filled with honest toil." With that, unless Karl wished to add more at that point, Vondal gives one last bow. "And thanks again" before making his way out to meet up with a probably passed Zander and Nif.
"Aye, and thensome! All there is left is the meeting the townmaster about his 'orc problem' and... red belly menace--" He says with an increasingly less rare scowl on his face. "Then, it is off to the Inn to drop off Brom and rent rooms. Though honestly at this point, should we risk staying the night the Inn, so that Zander can properly sleep things off? Or do we see to the menace tonight?" He asks of all. "There's in honest coin it, by the way." Vondal looks around, then leans in a whispers conspiratorially in Dwarvish, "There's a whole 100 dragons in it, by the way. A WHOLE 100 dragons... if we get their leaders of course. But still!" He says, finally showing some excitement.
"Not only that, but she said they've been courting goblins. Which means they may know something of the 'spider' AND of Gundrun. Well, the goblin servant, to be specific." He waves his hand dismissively at the last point. "Details, details. But anyway... so.. What do you guys think? We rest up, and head out early? Or do see to the town master and Brom before heading out immediately, late as it is?"
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Nif thinks for a moment. "Let's go talk to the townmaster and find out about both the redbrands and the orcs. Then I don't think it will hurt to rent a room, have a hot dinner and plan out what we do for tomorrow. Hopefully if Karl doesn't encourage Zander to repeat the earlier events, tonight, Zander will be functional tommorow."
Driving their basically-empty ox cart northeast to the Townmaster's Hall, the dwarves and Zander enter the hall, passing by the notice board next to the front door with the single notice proclaiming in Common: “REWARD — Orcs near Wyvern Tor! Those of a mind to face the orc menace should inquire within.”
Entering the good-sized building, they find themselves in a smallish waiting room. An elf woman — the first non-human the dwarves have encountered in Phandalin so far — is sitting behind a tiny desk to their right. As the boys enter, they catch sight of her. She is staring at them with a slightly gaping mouth as if they are the strangest sight she's ever seen. As the door is closed with a slam — causing Zander to wince — the she-elf blinks and closes her mouth. "G—g'day," she says in a girlish voice. She quickly stands, smooths the skirt of her plain dress, runs a hand through her wavy, blonde hair, then gives a smiles. "May I help you ... gentle ... dwarves ... and ... man?"
Nif similes a friendly smile, as best as he can manage, it's been a long day after all. "Hi there. We were hoping to speak to the town master about the post out side the Orc Problem?";_!_"
Karl walks over to the desk and smiles at the she-elf and says "gentle I ain't be called gentle in .... " he thinks for a minute "actually ever; but it does 'ave a good ring to it. Just call me Uncle that what this horrible lot call me" he gestures with a thumb over his shoulder to the others "now, about these Orcs wot need exterminatin'?"
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(@Grant HaHAH! I'm not the only one that gets turned around easily! We're at the townmasters building. If you wanna keep that last question, you can for the lawls.)
Vondal chuckles into a fist. "We're not that horrible." He pinches the air in front of his face. "Only about this much. But aye, Brother Nif has the right of it. We know it is getting late, but is he in right now? If so, we'd very much like to talk with him over the job." Vondal smiles and adds. "I am Vondal, of the Stormfist Clan. And our slightly swaying friend back there is Zander." He jabs a thumb back at the "human".
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The blonde smiles at Nif, then blinks in confusion at Karl. "Er ... if you're looking for lodging, you'll need to inquire at the Stonehill Inn." She looks back at Nif. "But I can let you speak with Townmaster Wester." She squeezes by Karl, giving an apologetic and bashful smile. "I know he'll be glad to hear you're here about the post," she says more to the floor as she steps over to the double doors opposite the entrance. She opens one of the doors, looks over her shoulder to make sure everyone is following, and steps through. The double doors open into a hall running left and right, and another set of double doors just a few feet further on the opposite wall. Again opening one of the doors, she steps through after making sure she is being followed.
The next room is a small courtroom. Three desks sit on a platform on the far side. Several chairs are arranged somewhat haphazardly around the dimly lit room. To the far right is a bigger desk. Behind it sits a rotund human man with a red face and hardly any hair. Besides being red, his face is shiny with grease, as are his chubby hands, which are grasping a large bird leg, which is half eaten. A plate of food sits in front of him on the desk on top of piles of papers. He watches the crowd enter, his jaw continuing to masticate. As the she-elf comes to a stop about 10 feet from the desk, she stands primly, her hands clasped in front of her. "Townmaster, these ... individuals are here about the post," she says brightly in her girly voice.
The man chews a few more times and then swallows. Picking up a rough-hewn cup, he slurps down some of the contents and then wipes his mouth with a handkerchief. "Cyrine, do you see that I am eating?" he asks in a soft, yet stern tone of voice. The she-elf's head dips and her shoulders sag instantly in response to his question. "WHAT—" his voice booms, but then is immediately soft again, "have I said about interrupting me while I'm eating?"
"I'm sorry, Townmaster," the she-elf says plaintively, "but I thought you'd be happy—"
"Cyrine," the man interrupts, "you may return to your desk. I will speak to these four." Cyrine nods a little and then turns and excuses herself meekly as she weaves through the group to leave the room. Wester stands and wipes his hands and face again with the handkerchief. "I apologize for my appearance and the state of my desk. I usually don't get visitors this late in the day. My wife had a very successful hunting trip two days ago and brought me this delicious meal, and, well, I didn't want it to get cold before I could enjoy it." He walks around to the front of his desk and sits his large behind down upon the front edge, the wood creaking under his weight. "So, you're here about the notice?" He doesn't wait for a reply before plowing on, "Wonderful. I need someone ... or someones to head east on the Triboar Trail. Travelers have reported trouble with a band of orcs near Wyvern Tor. I will pay you 100 gold to take care of the problem. Interested?"
Karl says "always interested in being paid to hunt Orcs!"
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Karl:
At the mention of the Redbrands, Karl notices an ever-so-slight faltering in Wester's composure.
Wester slides off the front of his desk and moves back around behind it. "The Redbrands are just a mercenary guild, and not all that much trouble," he says coolly. "Bring back proof that you've disposed of the orcs, and I'll have your 100 gold ready," he says, returning to his preferred subject. He sits back down and looks up at his guests. "The sooner the better. Have a good night," he says, dismissing them.
"'Ang on a minute, not so fast fella-me-lad" Karl says as he bangs a meaty fist on the table. "I reckon you know something about these red-bellied snakes that is 'asslin' the townfolks. Now I'll give ya the benefit of the doubt and say they've got something over you, rather than you're a boss! So cough up and tell us what's going on!" he demands of Wester.
The Red Bellied Black Snake is one of Australia's poisonous snakes known for eating other snakes
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Wester jumps at Karl's display. He stands back up, his face going even redder. "There is nothing to say," he blusters. "Now, get out before I throw the lot of you in a cell for the night!"
Vondal raises a bushy brow at Karl's statement; but otherwise, he refrained from holding his Uncle back this time to squint properly on Wester this time around.
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After a few moments of that, and preferably before his Uncle can deck the man for the threat, Vondal places a firm hand on Karl's shoulder at the risk of taking the punch himself. "That's enough Uncle. We've said our piece, now let's be off. We got Orcs in the morn." He said calmly, then in dwarvish adds, "Something is wrong, but we cannot push him any further. "l'll say more at the Inn."
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"Well I reckon I know the answer to me question then!" Karl says "but don't get your knickers in a knot, we're leaving" he finishes with.
As the party is leaving the Townmaster's Hall, Karl turns to them and says "well I kicked that rock and all sorts of things scurried out from underneath" referring to Wester's display of what Karl thinks was fear. He continues"I reckon they got something on him - call it a gut feel if ya like - but unless we want a fight, which is OK by me, I reckon we should 'ave a night under the stars and camp outside the Village tonight!"
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Vondal:
Wester is definitely hiding something, but it looks more like fear in his eyes than deceit.
"I don't really mind where we sleep. But in the interest of looking after Bron whilst we are out, getting a room at the inn won't hurt. If you want to sleep outside Uncle, you can always sleep in the stable, it won't be the first time." Nif finishes with a wink.
"I am with Nif on that point." Vondal gives a fleeting but cheeky grin. As they continue on to the Inn, he tries to keep a lookout for folk paying a little too much attention to the group before adding in dwarvish along the way. "You were not wrong though, Uncle. It is not just anything. It is something physical. Something precious. They way he acted around his secretary... the stress eating... the defensive reaction... the rumors..." Vondal frowns and shakes his head. "I sense he is good man at heart. And you Uncle. Brother Nif. You too perhaps know better than I what to do about good man you want keep controlled." He pauses to let those words sink in.
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"Yes. I think we need to deal with these Redbrands first. Lets go get a couple of rooms at the Stonehill Inn. But its been a long day. Lets rest tonight and we can talk to Carp, first thing in the morning." Nif says in thought. "I don't know about you or Uncle, but I could definetly do with a hot meal and a mug of ale."