Valafar backs up to stay with Leoros. He lowers his blasting rod, but he still keeps it in-hand. "What business do you have with my friend? He doesn't seem very interested in whatever you're offering."
Valafar looks back over his shoulder and gives Leoros a wink before turning again to Grady and Dwindlejoy. He lets a grin slip across his face. "Can't exactly make an offer on something I'm not aware of. How can I bid if I don't know the current standing?" The tiefling waggles a finger at them "Tsk tsk. You don't play this game very well, do you?"
OOC: Is there still a fire problem or is the fire out?
Glory remains alert but puts his crossbow away. He is hoping to recover a little from the crazy broom war. He also watches closely the interaction between Dwindlejoy, Grady and Leoros.
Valafar regards Grady, narrowing his eyes "Well? What'll it be then, boys? Hm? What's your OFFER? Any DEALS to make? BUSINESS to share? Otherwise, I think your BUSINESS with my friend is concluded. " He emphasizes some choice words quite sharply.
Grady sighs. "I was prepared to offer you our cooperation. But, if threats are all you have to offer, then, well..." his eyes linger on Leoros for just a moment "...we can conclude our business another day. Dwindlejoy, do you agree?"
The taller man nods, and they both make as if to go.
Valafar waits until they are gone. Once they are, he stows his blasting rod and gives a long sigh of relief. He turns back to Leoros. "I'm sorry for all the trouble, my friend. You alright?"
As the pair gets up to leave, the door opens and nine officers of the Watch enter. One of them sees the pair and starts rubbing his temple. "Dwindlejoy, Grady...what have you done now." He raises his voice. "Men, secure the area. You, and you...go see if there is anybody in the rubble or outside. You three, talk to the people at the stage." He comes over towards your table.
"I am Sergeant Grimsditch. Who is going to tell me what happened here?"
Darruk picks up an extra mug and walks over. I know you're on duty but here as he hands him the mug. you're going to want this. Darruk proceeds to the the story from his vantage. Now for this fellow, those two or the stagecoach well someone else will have to help with the details.
"Very nice to meet you Sergeant. I'm glad City-Watch has finally arrived to calm the situation. It is obvious that these drunken sailors will have a great volume of words but information might be hard to come by. Let me see if I can fill you in on the real details." Glory adds details he feels were missing and introduces the table of new 'friends.' "We have a new acquaintance here .."pointing to Leoros " .. but Valafar there seems to know him and I will let him make such introductions."
The Sergeant almost smiles. "Good, good. Cooperation with the law is the duty of every citizen and visitor to Waterdeep. Ah, ah, ah," he says to Grady. "You need to sit here too."
The two guards re-enter through the hole in the wall, bringing with them a shocked-looking man in the unmistakeable livery of a carriage driver. Sergeant Grimsdatch nods, and a parchment unrolls as a pen begins to dance over it.
"Now, we are getting somewhere. Who wants to start at the beginning?"
You do not have to give a blow-by-blow. The City Watch just wants to maintain order, and that means figuring out some manner of cause.
Sergeant Grimsdatch nods to the driver. "Your carriage? You first." he says, firmly but not altogether unkindly.
The driver, for his part, looks like he would rather be down the Portal than here at the moment. Bonnie provides him some water, and he takes a long draw to steady himself before he begins. "Y-Yes. Yessir. Begging you pardon, but I make deliveries. Every day. People trust their goods with me. Never late, never damaged. That's what I tell them, and that's what I do. Every day, sir. Today, there was the worst traffic I've ever seen a couple o blocks down from the Yawning Portal. I mean, horses, carriages, pedestrians to thick you can't move. For must have seemed like hours. I'm gettin nervous here, because, like I said, never late, never damaged. All of the sudden, it all clears up. Everybody's gone -- the carriages, the horses -- even the ruddy people! Never seen anything like it. Well, never late, never damaged -- did I say that already? So I give my own team some encouragement, and we take off like a shot. Like a shot, I say sir!"
He nods sheepishly at Durnan, and takes another sip of water. "Well, I must have taken the corner by the Yawning Portal too fast, because next thing I know I'm slamming up against the wall! Never meant to do so, sir, honest! And I wasn't leaving the scene, either. I had to chase down my horses. They had a good fright out of this, but as soon as I found them and hitched them to a post, I came right back here to tell you what I had done, sir."
"Although..." the driver regards you all in turn, almost pleadingly. "Never late -- looks like I can't say that no more. Never damaged, though -- maybe you would be so kind as to point me to the clothes and brooms I was carrying, so I can get them to my customers when we're done here? Please?"
Darruk picks up a piece of broken broom. If you mean these, well here you go...and you're welcome. Damn things nearly knocked innocent people down the hole. No reward needed for preventing such an accident. Do try to not be so reckless in the future. As he talks Darruk smiles and continues to pick up bits if broom.
Saraba sways and stumbles back to the groups table, plops down in a seat and picks up a drink (maybe it was his, but probably not) and proceeds to drink.
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Blue Eyes glances at everyone. "Perhaps we should have a seat and discuss this."
I have an intelligence of six, I know what I'm doing.
Aww this was just getting fun, but I suppose we can have another drink and sort it out.
Valafar backs up to stay with Leoros. He lowers his blasting rod, but he still keeps it in-hand. "What business do you have with my friend? He doesn't seem very interested in whatever you're offering."
"We ha..."Grady starts to answer, but Dwindlejoy cuts him off. "Our business is our own. Unless of course you have a better offer...?"
Valafar looks back over his shoulder and gives Leoros a wink before turning again to Grady and Dwindlejoy. He lets a grin slip across his face. "Can't exactly make an offer on something I'm not aware of. How can I bid if I don't know the current standing?" The tiefling waggles a finger at them "Tsk tsk. You don't play this game very well, do you?"
OOC: Is there still a fire problem or is the fire out?
Glory remains alert but puts his crossbow away. He is hoping to recover a little from the crazy broom war. He also watches closely the interaction between Dwindlejoy, Grady and Leoros.
Lot's of stuff ...
The fire is out, the brooms are banished, a kitty rescued, and two people are there, seemingly willing to talk.
Valafar, please give me a perception check.
Perception 19
Valafar regards Grady, narrowing his eyes "Well? What'll it be then, boys? Hm? What's your OFFER? Any DEALS to make? BUSINESS to share? Otherwise, I think your BUSINESS with my friend is concluded. " He emphasizes some choice words quite sharply.
Grady sighs. "I was prepared to offer you our cooperation. But, if threats are all you have to offer, then, well..." his eyes linger on Leoros for just a moment "...we can conclude our business another day. Dwindlejoy, do you agree?"
The taller man nods, and they both make as if to go.
Valafar waits until they are gone. Once they are, he stows his blasting rod and gives a long sigh of relief. He turns back to Leoros. "I'm sorry for all the trouble, my friend. You alright?"
As the pair gets up to leave, the door opens and nine officers of the Watch enter. One of them sees the pair and starts rubbing his temple. "Dwindlejoy, Grady...what have you done now." He raises his voice. "Men, secure the area. You, and you...go see if there is anybody in the rubble or outside. You three, talk to the people at the stage." He comes over towards your table.
"I am Sergeant Grimsditch. Who is going to tell me what happened here?"
Darruk picks up an extra mug and walks over. I know you're on duty but here as he hands him the mug. you're going to want this. Darruk proceeds to the the story from his vantage. Now for this fellow, those two or the stagecoach well someone else will have to help with the details.
"Very nice to meet you Sergeant. I'm glad City-Watch has finally arrived to calm the situation. It is obvious that these drunken sailors will have a great volume of words but information might be hard to come by. Let me see if I can fill you in on the real details." Glory adds details he feels were missing and introduces the table of new 'friends.' "We have a new acquaintance here .." pointing to Leoros " .. but Valafar there seems to know him and I will let him make such introductions."
Lot's of stuff ...
Blue Eyes stays calm before glancing around the room, then stares at the Sergeant with a smile.
I have an intelligence of six, I know what I'm doing.
The Sergeant almost smiles. "Good, good. Cooperation with the law is the duty of every citizen and visitor to Waterdeep. Ah, ah, ah," he says to Grady. "You need to sit here too."
The two guards re-enter through the hole in the wall, bringing with them a shocked-looking man in the unmistakeable livery of a carriage driver. Sergeant Grimsdatch nods, and a parchment unrolls as a pen begins to dance over it.
"Now, we are getting somewhere. Who wants to start at the beginning?"
OOC: How much detail are we supposed to be giving as we relive this encounter?
Lot's of stuff ...
You do not have to give a blow-by-blow. The City Watch just wants to maintain order, and that means figuring out some manner of cause.
Sergeant Grimsdatch nods to the driver. "Your carriage? You first." he says, firmly but not altogether unkindly.
The driver, for his part, looks like he would rather be down the Portal than here at the moment. Bonnie provides him some water, and he takes a long draw to steady himself before he begins. "Y-Yes. Yessir. Begging you pardon, but I make deliveries. Every day. People trust their goods with me. Never late, never damaged. That's what I tell them, and that's what I do. Every day, sir. Today, there was the worst traffic I've ever seen a couple o blocks down from the Yawning Portal. I mean, horses, carriages, pedestrians to thick you can't move. For must have seemed like hours. I'm gettin nervous here, because, like I said, never late, never damaged. All of the sudden, it all clears up. Everybody's gone -- the carriages, the horses -- even the ruddy people! Never seen anything like it. Well, never late, never damaged -- did I say that already? So I give my own team some encouragement, and we take off like a shot. Like a shot, I say sir!"
He nods sheepishly at Durnan, and takes another sip of water. "Well, I must have taken the corner by the Yawning Portal too fast, because next thing I know I'm slamming up against the wall! Never meant to do so, sir, honest! And I wasn't leaving the scene, either. I had to chase down my horses. They had a good fright out of this, but as soon as I found them and hitched them to a post, I came right back here to tell you what I had done, sir."
"Although..." the driver regards you all in turn, almost pleadingly. "Never late -- looks like I can't say that no more. Never damaged, though -- maybe you would be so kind as to point me to the clothes and brooms I was carrying, so I can get them to my customers when we're done here? Please?"
Darruk picks up a piece of broken broom. If you mean these, well here you go...and you're welcome. Damn things nearly knocked innocent people down the hole. No reward needed for preventing such an accident. Do try to not be so reckless in the future. As he talks Darruk smiles and continues to pick up bits if broom.
Saraba sways and stumbles back to the groups table, plops down in a seat and picks up a drink (maybe it was his, but probably not) and proceeds to drink.