Nadarr sets aside the papers in his pocket for later reference, then takes another swig and joins in with the toast, content to enjoy the momeont of victory.
"If the place yer sending this organ is nearby, this dwarf would gladly deliver it.
I just don't want to leave this decaying organ in an open place after all the trouble we went through. Who knows what kind of weird people would want to steal this stuff.
If the place we're storing this is secured by a lock or a vault, that would put both of our minds at ease. It's never been bad to be on the safe side in my former line of work."
(OOC: I'll leave the division of the spoils of adventuring up to you all.)
Theo takes a long drink from his tankard, "The organ is going to be sent out to Wildpass Outpost. If you want to deliver it there, it would save me the trouble of finding someone that will take it out there; but I'll leave that up to you and your companions to decide. The crate I mentioned earlier does have a hinged lid with a lock, so it will be secure. Also, I talked Reginald into keeping it an eye on it and making sure it stays cold to postpone the decaying process." Theo downs the rest of his drink and pushes the mug away, "For now the time is yours. Once something comes up, I'll send word your way."
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"As much as I fancy making bets sometimes, I still have some debts to pay back at Copper Clasp regarding the pendant I ordered. Me mum would smack me to death again if she heard I spent my money on gambling after still having unsettled bills."
Thardigord rubs the back of his head as if reminiscing something painful before he takes his share of twenty gold coins from the table while placing the decaying organ on his shoulder.
"It's also time for lunch. I'll probably go back to the Grand Market Square and have meself another one of those burritos after I place this thing at the back."
The dwarf looks at their eloquent dragonborn before he continues.
"Nadarr, how about ye help me go back to yer sister's workshop? This dwarf ain't confident remembering how to get there. In return, I'll treat ye to one serving of those spicy goodness back at the market. What do ye say me scaly comrade?"
Nadarr nods at the suggestion. “Indeed! It would be an honor to escort you, my dear dwarf! As for the burrito, it really isn’t necessary, but I always have been partial to old Bartholomew’s spicy wraps. You won’t be hearing a no from me. Reginald! Can I get a refill for the go?”
[Thardigord, Nadarr] You two make your way to the Grand Market Square to pick up your lunch; which cost five copper for the burrito and three copper for the wrap. As you both are enjoying your meals a sudden commotion rises above the normal din of the market and looking around you see that people are fleeing from the direction of the church. A few of the more curious folk are walking over to see better and the nearby members of the Guards of Red start rushing in the direction people are fleeing from.
[Mattias] You easily find a post office not that far from where the Rough Rider's headquarters is located; maybe a fifteen minute casual walk just a little ways into town. The post office is a simple wooden building, only one story high, with a few variety of horses hitched on one side of the building. On the front, by the door, is a rectangle that is carved out and is painted to look like a folded sheet of parchment with a wax seal and the word 'Post' carved under the picture. As you walk up to the building the door opens and a female elf steps out. She is wearing what looks like military style garbs with a long-sword strapped on one hip and a revolver on her other hip; she also has a satchel thrown over one shoulder.
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The mountain dwarf pleasantly scarfs down on his lunch while he talk to his scaly bard friend.
"*munch**munch* Hey Nadarr, ain't ye friend with those group of guards? *munch**munch* Want to check what's happening there? *munch**munch* We're not that in a hurry to check your sister's workshop. *munch**munch*"
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Nadarr nods and swallows the rest of his burrito. He then dashes off in the direction of the Guard and the disturbance, waving for the dwarf to follow.
Seeing the female elf exit the post office, Mattias stands aside so as not to impede her. Checking her uniform for insignia or rank, he curtly nods at her in greeting, adding a "Ma'am" out of habit more than anything else.
[Nadarr] You run in the direction of the noise, weaving you way through the crowd that is going in the opposite direction and standing around to see. Eventually you get to where the guards are keeping people back and past them you see two more guards with spears that are trying to keep a grotesque figure at bay. The figure stands about that of a humans height and seems bipedal, however its shape is that of something unnatural. The things head is angled to the side due to its left shoulder and arm being massively swollen that ends in a swollen clawed hand. Its right shoulder and arm appear to be normal, but his hidden by a sleeve, and also ends in a clawed hand. The lower half his concealed by the tattered robes the thing wears; though you can spot three claws that stick out from under the robes when it moves. The guards don't appear to be directly attacking the thing, just keeping it from going anywhere quickly.
[Mattias] She doesn't have any markings that identify her rank, but you do spot a patch that is outlined with gold-yellow on the upper am that shows a gold- yellow spur in the center with the word 'Calvary' stitched above the spur and 'Gila Kingdom Army' stitched below the spur; you're pretty certain that this elf is scout. As she walks by, she returns the nod with a smile adding in a "Sir." She walks over to one of the horses, securing the satchel to it before unhitching it, climbing up and making her way out of town.
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At a quick glance, Nadarr recognizes a few of the guards. The most immediate one being his younger brother Mehen, who is one of the two guards holding back the creature; and then he spots Kriv and Vistra. Kriv Redmark who is an older red scaled dragonborn that is barking orders trying to keep things organized; Nadarr knows him to be one of the corporals. Then just off to Nadarr's right, keeping part of the crowd at bay, is Vistra Ironbeard; who is a young dwarf that use to be one of Nadarr's sparing partners.
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Nadarr immediately moves to where Kriv stands while keeping an eye on his younger sibling. “Corporal!“ He shouts with a hasty salute. “Is there anything I can do to assist, sir?”
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After seeing his scaly friend beckon him, Thardigord follows behind Nadarr.
As the bard begin speaking with his acquiantance, the dwarf sneakily licks the spicy taste left on his fingers, still contemplating if he should take another helping of burrito while concealing his uncouth actions.
Nadarr sets aside the papers in his pocket for later reference, then takes another swig and joins in with the toast, content to enjoy the momeont of victory.
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Intrigued, Mattias takes the sack, lifting it and feeling it's weight. He then sets it down on his lap and opens it carefully.
OOC I assume 20gp each from the successful mission?
Hearing Theo's sound judgement, Thardigord replies.
"If the place yer sending this organ is nearby, this dwarf would gladly deliver it.
I just don't want to leave this decaying organ in an open place after all the trouble we went through. Who knows what kind of weird people would want to steal this stuff.
If the place we're storing this is secured by a lock or a vault, that would put both of our minds at ease. It's never been bad to be on the safe side in my former line of work."
(OOC: I'll leave the division of the spoils of adventuring up to you all.)
Theo takes a long drink from his tankard, "The organ is going to be sent out to Wildpass Outpost. If you want to deliver it there, it would save me the trouble of finding someone that will take it out there; but I'll leave that up to you and your companions to decide. The crate I mentioned earlier does have a hinged lid with a lock, so it will be secure. Also, I talked Reginald into keeping it an eye on it and making sure it stays cold to postpone the decaying process." Theo downs the rest of his drink and pushes the mug away, "For now the time is yours. Once something comes up, I'll send word your way."
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Working methodically, Mattias starts counting out five equal piles of gold. Concentrating on his task he doesn't look up as he speaks.
"I would think equal pay for equal work works out for the best, but I am happy to listen to alternative ways to divide the spoil."
"As much as I fancy making bets sometimes, I still have some debts to pay back at Copper Clasp regarding the pendant I ordered. Me mum would smack me to death again if she heard I spent my money on gambling after still having unsettled bills."
Thardigord rubs the back of his head as if reminiscing something painful before he takes his share of twenty gold coins from the table while placing the decaying organ on his shoulder.
"It's also time for lunch. I'll probably go back to the Grand Market Square and have meself another one of those burritos after I place this thing at the back."
The dwarf looks at their eloquent dragonborn before he continues.
"Nadarr, how about ye help me go back to yer sister's workshop? This dwarf ain't confident remembering how to get there. In return, I'll treat ye to one serving of those spicy goodness back at the market. What do ye say me scaly comrade?"
Nadarr nods at the suggestion. “Indeed! It would be an honor to escort you, my dear dwarf! As for the burrito, it really isn’t necessary, but I always have been partial to old Bartholomew’s spicy wraps. You won’t be hearing a no from me. Reginald! Can I get a refill for the go?”
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"Well, that's it decided then,"
Snatching up a stack of coin, he presses it into Nadaar's hand.
"If you're headed into town, best take some walking around money."
Mattias takes up the other piles passing one to Umuni and the other to Tarkin.
Everyone receives 20 gold pieces after Mattias carefully divides up the coin.
Nadarr and Thardigord head off to the Copper Clasp after Nadarr gets his last drink and stopping for lunch.
Umuni is currently going to stay at the Rough Riders headquarters.
Mattias and Tarkin, do either of you want to go anywhere or do anything?
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Mattias will head into town and sent a message back to his folks, let them know he's settling in.
[Thardigord, Nadarr]
You two make your way to the Grand Market Square to pick up your lunch; which cost five copper for the burrito and three copper for the wrap. As you both are enjoying your meals a sudden commotion rises above the normal din of the market and looking around you see that people are fleeing from the direction of the church. A few of the more curious folk are walking over to see better and the nearby members of the Guards of Red start rushing in the direction people are fleeing from.
[Mattias]
You easily find a post office not that far from where the Rough Rider's headquarters is located; maybe a fifteen minute casual walk just a little ways into town. The post office is a simple wooden building, only one story high, with a few variety of horses hitched on one side of the building. On the front, by the door, is a rectangle that is carved out and is painted to look like a folded sheet of parchment with a wax seal and the word 'Post' carved under the picture. As you walk up to the building the door opens and a female elf steps out. She is wearing what looks like military style garbs with a long-sword strapped on one hip and a revolver on her other hip; she also has a satchel thrown over one shoulder.
Be excellent to each other, and roll for initiative dudes!
The mountain dwarf pleasantly scarfs down on his lunch while he talk to his scaly bard friend.
"*munch**munch* Hey Nadarr, ain't ye friend with those group of guards? *munch**munch* Want to check what's happening there? *munch**munch* We're not that in a hurry to check your sister's workshop. *munch**munch*"
Nadarr nods and swallows the rest of his burrito. He then dashes off in the direction of the Guard and the disturbance, waving for the dwarf to follow.
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Seeing the female elf exit the post office, Mattias stands aside so as not to impede her. Checking her uniform for insignia or rank, he curtly nods at her in greeting, adding a "Ma'am" out of habit more than anything else.
[Nadarr]
You run in the direction of the noise, weaving you way through the crowd that is going in the opposite direction and standing around to see. Eventually you get to where the guards are keeping people back and past them you see two more guards with spears that are trying to keep a grotesque figure at bay. The figure stands about that of a humans height and seems bipedal, however its shape is that of something unnatural. The things head is angled to the side due to its left shoulder and arm being massively swollen that ends in a swollen clawed hand. Its right shoulder and arm appear to be normal, but his hidden by a sleeve, and also ends in a clawed hand. The lower half his concealed by the tattered robes the thing wears; though you can spot three claws that stick out from under the robes when it moves. The guards don't appear to be directly attacking the thing, just keeping it from going anywhere quickly.
[Mattias]
She doesn't have any markings that identify her rank, but you do spot a patch that is outlined with gold-yellow on the upper am that shows a gold- yellow spur in the center with the word 'Calvary' stitched above the spur and 'Gila Kingdom Army' stitched below the spur; you're pretty certain that this elf is scout. As she walks by, she returns the nod with a smile adding in a "Sir." She walks over to one of the horses, securing the satchel to it before unhitching it, climbing up and making her way out of town.
Be excellent to each other, and roll for initiative dudes!
Does Nadarr recognize any of the guards from a quick glance?
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At a quick glance, Nadarr recognizes a few of the guards. The most immediate one being his younger brother Mehen, who is one of the two guards holding back the creature; and then he spots Kriv and Vistra.
Kriv Redmark who is an older red scaled dragonborn that is barking orders trying to keep things organized; Nadarr knows him to be one of the corporals. Then just off to Nadarr's right, keeping part of the crowd at bay, is Vistra Ironbeard; who is a young dwarf that use to be one of Nadarr's sparing partners.
Be excellent to each other, and roll for initiative dudes!
Nadarr immediately moves to where Kriv stands while keeping an eye on his younger sibling. “Corporal!“ He shouts with a hasty salute. “Is there anything I can do to assist, sir?”
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Mattias watches as the elf ride off, then enters the post office intent on writing home.
(OOC Does Mattias need to purchase writing supplies and can he do it here?)
After seeing his scaly friend beckon him, Thardigord follows behind Nadarr.
As the bard begin speaking with his acquiantance, the dwarf sneakily licks the spicy taste left on his fingers, still contemplating if he should take another helping of burrito while concealing his uncouth actions.
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