Rindarius Gray

Rindarius has been methodically making his way through Old Xoblob's, utterly fascinated by the weirdness of the place. He ducked into the shop fifteen minutes ago as he gave the slip to someone who'd been following him. So, when the door of the shop opened, the rogue instinctively darted behind one of the shelves in an effort to keep himself hidden. 

Peering around the corner, Rindarius sees what he considers a rather unexpected trio: an elf, a dwarf, and a dragonborn (at least, he thinks it's a dragonborn). Rindarius cracks a smile when he hears the elf's words we've got gold to spend and plenty of it. The rogue relaxes a bit and continues to look about the shop, but as he does so, he pays attention to the movements of the three who just walked into the place. 

"If they have so much gold at their disposal, I wonder if they'd consider a friendly game of dice or cards,"  thinks Rindarius to himself. 

"That still... oh... Now I get it." Flux turns to the shop keep, and it is only then he really takes in the gnome's full appearance. His eyes narrow into suspicion. For a second, it even looks as if he might go for the shield covered up by his cloak at the moment. But he stops short, and abruptly calms seeing the human peek around the corner.

"So it seems, friend." He says the last word with a notable sense of distaste. "How much for the pirate flag?" As the gnome gives the price and the others rattle off their interest, Flux tries to keep him within at least his peripheral vision. Though he appeared calm on the surface, the hairs running from his skull and tail had gone from their unnatural but casual swaying as if in underwater current to stock still. "While you are at, do you mind if we ask a few questions as well?"

(A lil busy moving today. )

Phrael would casually browse about the store. 

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"That still... oh... Now I get it." Flux turns to the shop keep, and it is only then he really takes in the gnome's full appearance. His eyes narrow into suspicion. For a second, it even looks as if he might go for the shield covered up by his cloak at the moment. But he stops short, and abruptly calms seeing the human peek around the corner.

"So it seems, friend." He says the last word with a notable sense of distaste. "How much for the pirate flag?" As the gnome gives the price and the others rattle off their interest, Flux tries to keep him within at least his peripheral vision. Though he appeared calm on the surface, the hairs running from his skull and tail had gone from their unnatural but casual swaying as if in underwater current to stock still. "While you are at, do you mind if we ask a few questions as well?"

 

 Ah! That flag was once used on The Emerald Eye navigated by Zaroum Al-Saryak. You can still smell the ashes from the peaks of flame, a pecuUuliar item brrrought by a small group of adventurers from the mysterrrrrious land of Chult...that'll be 3 dragons...well, since you've asked in a nice and polite manner, go on and ask. - Says the Gnome as he takes the pipe once again to his mouth

Rindarius, listening with interest to the gnome's anecdote about the flag, casually makes his way toward the longbow-wielding elf. "This place is quite a conversation piece, eh? Most of all, those eyes painted on the old gnome's face. What's that all about?"

Rindarius does his best to come across as friendly and harmless, just a fellow making lighthearted conversation (although he is truly perplexed about the nine eyes on the gnome's face).

Kebron starts looking through the various items for sale in the store.  "Crap.  Crap.  Crap.  Cr..ooo, that's kind of nice.  Crap.  OY!  Shopkeep anything nice for a special lady friend?"

((OOC anything interesting for sale?  Potions, equipment etc))

Not immediately finding anything of interest to keep his attention, Phrael would catch sight of a human  making their way over. “Indeed, friend. It’s only too bad I haven’t found anything I might be able to make use of. I mean, I’m not the most creative...” A glance would be given toward the gnome, looking the shopkeeper over before returning to the human, ”Not like nine eyes over there.” Extending a hand in greeting, “I’m Phrael. My friends and I were just on our way to the Skewered Dragon. Have you heard of it? Be happy to have a drink or two with ya if you end up there yourself.”

Flux nods and starts to reach for his gold pouch. But after Rindarius' question, he slows the process, and feigns needing to carefully count oup the coin while keeping an ear open to the following conversation.

"Phrael," says Rindarius, as he reaches out to shake the elf's hand, "I'm Rindarius Gray." 

The mention of the Skewered Dragon brings back memories of a night several months ago. It was a night of many pints of ale, but it was also a night of many strokes of bad luck. The dice were very unkind and, therefore, left him no option but to cheat and switch out the dice for a pair of weighted ones. Sindarius, to this day, has no idea how his bit of sleight of hand was noticed that night. He woke the next day with several bruises, no money, and no idea where he was.

"The Skewered Dragon, you say? I know the place, and with pleasure I'll drain a pint or two with you, Phrael." 

Flux relaxes considerably and finishes fishing out the coin for the aged gnome. Turning to the elder however, he more warily passes the coin. "There's an extra dragon in it, if you can tell me and mines about that tattoo of yours. We saw a similar design on someone just the other day back at the portal. I do not suppose you know about the incident that happen there?" Flux questions, regarding the (Deep?) gnome curiously and yet with some measure of apprehension. 

While waiting for a answer to his question, Kebron makes his way over to the display window with the beholder in it.  He reaches a hand out and pokes it, making sure it is indeed dead and stuffed.  "Who would put up such a gastly thing, when some nice merchandise would entice people better."  

Rindarius has recently heard some rumors about an unusually entertaining brawl at the Yawning Portal. The dragonborn's question seems to indicate that he, along with the elf and dwarf, were there to witness the fun. 

"Seems like I've found our first topic of conversation when we reach the Skewered Dragon," thinks Rindarius to himself. 

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Kebron starts looking through the various items for sale in the store.  "Crap.  Crap.  Crap.  Cr..ooo, that's kind of nice.  Crap.  OY!  Shopkeep anything nice for a special lady friend?"

((OOC anything interesting for sale?  Potions, equipment etc))

 The Gnome turns his head to Kebron, ignoring Flux's question over the promise of business. Oh, a nice little thing for a prrreecious girrrl, huh? Yes, yes I have this pair of old socks - takes a couple of seconds to reach the floor from the stool and go through the shelves...he then returns with a piece of crystal - this my frrrriend will glow faintly with moonlight Orr if you rather something morrre manly you may want to purrchase this tooth, I haven't been able to identify the crrrreature that once use it to gnaw flesh frrrom it's victims - it's not big but the shape it's odd - so what's it gonna be? I personally rrrrecommend the socks - smiles at Kebron... 

While he waits for Kebron's answer he turns to Flux - you can leave the money at the counter, and I don't underrrstand what you mean by "tattoos". Old Xoblob sees everything and knows everything, but meddling into activities beneath me don't estimulate my interest at all - changes his tone of voice and accent as he says that - his dark tone of skin makes the tattooed eyes pop out and he even closed his eyes to pretend he was looking through the images covering his face - I'll accept the additional coin, but let it not be said that the old Xoblob us not just, ask me anything! And I will answer with my vast knowledge! 

((Nothing but trinkets in the store))

After hearing the gnome's reply to the dragonborn's question, Rindarius says aloud, to no one in particular, "His answer is about as useful as the trinkets sitting on his shelves."

"I'd go with the socks, too" Phrael chuckled, "Bonnie would love them. Ha!" The wood elf shakes his head as he makes his way past Rindarius and to the door, "Come all! The drinks await us at the Skewered Dragon."

"It was actually more informative than you think, uhm... Robert, was it?" Flux fishes out the extra dragon as promised and pass it along the rest onto the counter. He then looks up to the deep gnome and his unsettingly markings before shaking head. "I thank you for your time and information, old Xoblob. I do not have further questions at the moment. But if you hear anything about a man by the name of Floon Blagmaar. Red haired, beautiful, and... supposedly not too bright. Which says a lot consider he was said to be in the area last... But if you hear anything, let us know at the Yawning Portal... uhm... hmm... Ah! Send to Flux... which is me. I am Flux." 

"Rindarius," the rogue responds. "Or Rin, for short." 

Rindarius, hoping Flux and the dwarf are comfortable with the fact that Phrael has invited a fourth, follows the others to the Skewered Dragon. 

 Red haired and beautiful, that does ring a bell - says with his eyes closed and with no trace of his previous gnomish accent - ...I remember someone that fits that description, he was walking down the street with a well dressed man of similar appearance and bearing, they were jumped outside the shop by rough-looking men in black leather armor - says as he carefully places the the 4 coins in a little metal box

"Rin... right..." He nods in acceptance. Of the invite, the blue-scaled 'dragonborn' neither puts up a fuss or pays it much mind. Which is no real surprise to Kebron or Phrael. Flux wasn't exactly a people person to begin with anyways. Flux stops mid-way into carefully putting away his newly purchased flag to stare at the gnome. "A flying serpent? I..." Flux starts rubbing his chin. But after a moment or so, he shakes his head before saying, "It is unfortunate, but it seems we have one more to keep a look out for. But, we have our next lead. To the skewered dragon." Flux starts to make his way out. 

The Skewered Dragon faces an alley that runs between Net Street and Fillet Lane in the Dock Ward, not far from the Old Xoblob Shop.

The Skewered Dragon looks like a ruin. Both of its front-facing windows are smashed, and a ship’s anchor is lodged in the roof. Through the windows, you can see a group of haggard patrons drinking from huge tankards.