Wander lets them talk amongst themselves as he simply moves to a seat and lowers himself into it. He sets his quarterstaff down but in easy reach. "While you discuss amongst yourselves I shall meditate." He lowrrs his head and seem to be deep in concentration.
Ellayne blinks her mismatched eyes as soon as she enters the tavern. Of course, it is the cheapest tavern with a recommendation from Minister Trask. And yet, this facility did not seem to care too much about their surroundings. Humming slightly in interest, she looks around the place before she listens to her companions' conversation. After one of her friends decides to take a meditation, her gaze shifts back to the rest of the members, smiling a little. "I agree with Jebben," she pauses and then mumbles, "I am fine with any places, to be quite honest. Though, I am quite worried about the quality of foods..."
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Reverie Forestgleam—Human Paladin Level 5 in Frontier City of Nunkreet Extremely busy and busy as ever recently, but I will trying to catch up as much as I can
"So, what would you like? Food? Ale? Wine?" The man hobbles over with a few rusty keys and places them in front of you. "Your rooms are ready. Just take the stairs and take a right, there are 8 rooms and you can choose whichever one you like. Nobodies stayed here in a while."
Ellayne watches the man who gives a few keys for the rooms. After a blink of confusion, she picks one of the keys and then starts to think deeply about the rooms. ”Should we get a room individually or get two or three rooms and share?”
Reverie Forestgleam—Human Paladin Level 5 in Frontier City of Nunkreet Extremely busy and busy as ever recently, but I will trying to catch up as much as I can
Jebben looks back at the group, shrugs, then steps forward and takes a key and slips it in his pocket. He digs into his coin purse, pinches out a single gold coin, and snaps it onto the counter. "This payment is to cover the room expense for myself and my two brave friends here," he begins, motioning towards Barnum and Wander, "plus any and all food and or beverages--alcoholic or otherwise--the three of us consume in the next few hours of merrymaking." He stands on his tiptoes, giving himself just enough leverage to be able to lean forward over the bar, towards the barman, and give a playful wink. "And don't you go thinking, my entrepreneurial friend, that we won't be keeping count of our change due throughout the night! My dwarven compadre here, as well as I, are both seasoned steelguts, and it'll take a keg or two to whittle our wits enough to sneak in short change come the night's end."
The gnome smiles from ear to ear, and settles back onto his heels. "Now come! Give the dwarf and I the best ale on the house, and the entirety of TheHot Chip meal special, and if you're extra generous with the helping of meat, there will be a similarly generous tip in it for you at the end of the night! And please see to it our construct friend is provided with any amenity you might, by rare chance, be able to provide him."
As soon as Jebben gets his drink, he'll sip the foam off, not stopping until nearly 1/3 of the drink is gone. He looks up to the barman. "Better get a second round to our table soon, too, if you don't mind, good sir!" He turns to the group. "I'll find a table to accomodate the lot of us. Wander, will you join us all in company, even if you'll be forsaking the food and drink?"
Jebben casts a youthful smile towards Ellayne. "That depends on whether or not you want company or not for the night (that is not the wily bard in me speaking, mind you!) for at these prices I believe we all could afford two rooms apiece should we want, and should this fine proprietor be able to accommodate. Myself, I'll be content to have four walls to myself without anyone else's snoring or footsteps to keep me up, at least for one night. Plus I have much to write about after today's eventful happenings!" He takes another long pull from his mug, downing yet another third of the drink. "Though, now that I think of it, I may not have the wits to do much more than counting change come night's end!"
Her mismatched eyes gaze at the bard for a moment, then smiles slightly. Once she turns her attention to the bartender, she gives a one gold piece. ”Then, with my own room, I can pay two rooms for this lady (Vostaria) and a gentleman (Dorstaer). I shall be back after checking the room. When I come back, may I have a juice?”
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Reverie Forestgleam—Human Paladin Level 5 in Frontier City of Nunkreet Extremely busy and busy as ever recently, but I will trying to catch up as much as I can
Jebben moves to find a large table for the whole group, holding his drink with his right hand and dragging his pack and bagpipes with his left. Once he find one, he gathers up what dishes are on it, finishes his drink and adds the stein to the stack, and brings them all back up to the bar. "You'll be paying me before the night is through!" he says cheerily. He then grabs his second drink, heads back to the table, and spends about a minute waving his hands over it while muttering words under his breath; the stains and food scraps from the table gradually disappear bit-by-bit. With a smile of satisfaction, he roams the bar and gathers up the best-looking chairs for six people, and drags them to the table, doing the same motions over each to clean the sitting surface.
With false bravado, he sweeps his hands towards the table in a welcoming gesture; it's surprisingly inviting, given the state of the rest of the bar.
Jebben spent a little time casting multiple instances of prestidigitation on all the eating/sitting surfaces to clean them up.
The barman, initially quite cheery, turns sour after speaking with Jebben, or, at least listening to Jebben. He pours your drinks from glasses that are mostly clean. The 'finest' ale you can see is labelled 'Gorgon's Chalk'. It tastes bitter and is locally brewed.
The two Warforged who you passed outside make their way to the bar and stand in front of it. One of them is clad in Golden plate, shimmering in the torchlight and an obvious contrast to the otherwise dreary scene. The other one is in Silver cladding, glistening and almost piercing to the eyes. The Golden one speaks to the barman.
"I believe it's time. We have waited long enough."
Gold slams it's fist onto the table. Silver continues. "Yes. Time we no longer have. Hand her over."
The barman sighs and his head hangs low. His eyes well up as he turns to the backroom and shouts. "Annie... come here, please."
A child steps out from the backroom. She is dirty and barefoot. She walks to the barman, sobbing, and gives him a hug, before the two Warforged grab her hands and walk back toward the door. The barman sobbing softly, cleaning flasks.
Wander stays msotly quiet through the conversation with the barman. His head only slightly moves as he nods and waves off what Jebben says to give him acceptqnce even if he would more then likely not partake in much of the celebration. Now that their accommodations for the night had been taken care ofnhe went back to his meditation, only pausing as he becomes aware of the scene with the child be taken by the two other warforged. "So is taking a child from a parent normal for this place?" He asks loud enough to be heard.
"Oh Dinnae fash yersel's," Barnum interjected as his companions muttered about the accommodations, his dwarven brogue more obvious in the statement than what usually came through. "The quality here'll be fine, believe me, there's much worse accommodations that could be had."
After the initial outburst, the rest of the words were spoken in the mixed accent that had echoed most of his conversation thus far. He wandered in, and thanked Jebben for the coverage of his room and sat down at the table to enjoy a drink. That was until the two warforged had entered.
Wander was the first of this kind of... person? Barnum had ever come across, and throughout the past few days in their shared silence in the cells, he'd taken what opportunity he could to observe the strange being. They seemed to be everywhere, though, in this world. The two from outside wandered in and seemed overly aggressive toward the bartender. Barnum's eyes narrowed, and as Wander spoke up, the dwarf stood.
"I believe he asked you a question." Barnum said gruffly, moving to stand between the two warforged and the door of the inn.
DM - Barnum's two hand axes that would have been sheathed at his belt, were they taken off when he was rushed into the hospital, or has he somehow managed to get around that one? I'm assuming they would have removed his greataxe, and the hammer obviously fell where he did so has been picked up and put with their belongings, but I'm hoping that maybe the smaller weapons got missed during the chaos?
I would say you still have your hand axes. In the confusion of everything the staff would not have thought to remove them as they were busy trying to save your life.
The two constructs stop and turn to Barnum. Silver's hands glow with a sickly green energy, as if charging.
"Listen, stout. This is not something that you should get involved in. You have no idea what this is about. Silver has a tendency for violent outbursts, and I wouldn't push him. Now sit down and we will be leaving.
"You're welcome to leave, golem, but she's staying." Barnum's eyes narrowed, and he steadied himself in the doorway. His hands hovered near his hips - the smaller blades were not his primary means of combat, but they had their uses, and for one, they were here. For now, of course, he refrained from drawing the weapons, waiting, his eyes fixed on the gold warforged, seemingly unphased by the movements of the silver one.
After checking her room and such, Ellayne walks down from the stairs and thinks to join the drink with a juice she ordered. However, she stops as soon as she hears the wailing from a little girl who was standing in between the two Warforged. Her mismatched gaze shifts to her companions briefly before she moves her steps towards a bartender. Something isn't going well. "What's going on here?" She asks the bartender as her mismatched eyes fixate onto the dwarf companion who is standing right in front of the two Warforged. "Why are they taking her away? Who are they?"
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Reverie Forestgleam—Human Paladin Level 5 in Frontier City of Nunkreet Extremely busy and busy as ever recently, but I will trying to catch up as much as I can
If you would like to roll either persuasion or intimidation, go for it now.
Ellayne
The barman, still sobbing, turns to you. "It's my ex-wife. Annie is our child and I can't really afford to keep her, but... I want to, so badly. The two Warforged are her bodyguards, they've come to take her back to her mother. It's probably for the best, but she's an evil woman. I won't see Annie again, I bet."
The child looks up from the floor, the dirt from her face now streaming down her cheeks. She sees Vostaria, and tries to take a step back.
"I'm going to see my mother now. She wants me back." The Warforged tug at her arms and she stops talking, still staring intently at Vostaria, studying the Yuan-Ti's face.
A look of compassion comes over Dorstaer's face as he looks at the child. "And do YOU want to go back to your mother, child?" he asks her softly, though loud enough to be heard. "Or would you rather stay here with your daddy?"
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Wander lets them talk amongst themselves as he simply moves to a seat and lowers himself into it. He sets his quarterstaff down but in easy reach. "While you discuss amongst yourselves I shall meditate." He lowrrs his head and seem to be deep in concentration.
Ellayne blinks her mismatched eyes as soon as she enters the tavern. Of course, it is the cheapest tavern with a recommendation from Minister Trask. And yet, this facility did not seem to care too much about their surroundings. Humming slightly in interest, she looks around the place before she listens to her companions' conversation. After one of her friends decides to take a meditation, her gaze shifts back to the rest of the members, smiling a little. "I agree with Jebben," she pauses and then mumbles, "I am fine with any places, to be quite honest. Though, I am quite worried about the quality of foods..."
Reverie Forestgleam—Human Paladin Level 5 in Frontier City of Nunkreet
Extremely busy and busy as ever recently, but I will trying to catch up as much as I can
"So, what would you like? Food? Ale? Wine?" The man hobbles over with a few rusty keys and places them in front of you. "Your rooms are ready. Just take the stairs and take a right, there are 8 rooms and you can choose whichever one you like. Nobodies stayed here in a while."
Ellayne watches the man who gives a few keys for the rooms. After a blink of confusion, she picks one of the keys and then starts to think deeply about the rooms. ”Should we get a room individually or get two or three rooms and share?”
Reverie Forestgleam—Human Paladin Level 5 in Frontier City of Nunkreet
Extremely busy and busy as ever recently, but I will trying to catch up as much as I can
Jebben looks back at the group, shrugs, then steps forward and takes a key and slips it in his pocket. He digs into his coin purse, pinches out a single gold coin, and snaps it onto the counter. "This payment is to cover the room expense for myself and my two brave friends here," he begins, motioning towards Barnum and Wander, "plus any and all food and or beverages--alcoholic or otherwise--the three of us consume in the next few hours of merrymaking." He stands on his tiptoes, giving himself just enough leverage to be able to lean forward over the bar, towards the barman, and give a playful wink. "And don't you go thinking, my entrepreneurial friend, that we won't be keeping count of our change due throughout the night! My dwarven compadre here, as well as I, are both seasoned steelguts, and it'll take a keg or two to whittle our wits enough to sneak in short change come the night's end."
The gnome smiles from ear to ear, and settles back onto his heels. "Now come! Give the dwarf and I the best ale on the house, and the entirety of The Hot Chip meal special, and if you're extra generous with the helping of meat, there will be a similarly generous tip in it for you at the end of the night! And please see to it our construct friend is provided with any amenity you might, by rare chance, be able to provide him."
As soon as Jebben gets his drink, he'll sip the foam off, not stopping until nearly 1/3 of the drink is gone. He looks up to the barman. "Better get a second round to our table soon, too, if you don't mind, good sir!" He turns to the group. "I'll find a table to accomodate the lot of us. Wander, will you join us all in company, even if you'll be forsaking the food and drink?"
Current Roles:
GM - Fata Morgana: The Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Jebben casts a youthful smile towards Ellayne. "That depends on whether or not you want company or not for the night (that is not the wily bard in me speaking, mind you!) for at these prices I believe we all could afford two rooms apiece should we want, and should this fine proprietor be able to accommodate. Myself, I'll be content to have four walls to myself without anyone else's snoring or footsteps to keep me up, at least for one night. Plus I have much to write about after today's eventful happenings!" He takes another long pull from his mug, downing yet another third of the drink. "Though, now that I think of it, I may not have the wits to do much more than counting change come night's end!"
Current Roles:
GM - Fata Morgana: The Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Her mismatched eyes gaze at the bard for a moment, then smiles slightly. Once she turns her attention to the bartender, she gives a one gold piece. ”Then, with my own room, I can pay two rooms for this lady (Vostaria) and a gentleman (Dorstaer). I shall be back after checking the room. When I come back, may I have a juice?”
Reverie Forestgleam—Human Paladin Level 5 in Frontier City of Nunkreet
Extremely busy and busy as ever recently, but I will trying to catch up as much as I can
Jebben moves to find a large table for the whole group, holding his drink with his right hand and dragging his pack and bagpipes with his left. Once he find one, he gathers up what dishes are on it, finishes his drink and adds the stein to the stack, and brings them all back up to the bar. "You'll be paying me before the night is through!" he says cheerily. He then grabs his second drink, heads back to the table, and spends about a minute waving his hands over it while muttering words under his breath; the stains and food scraps from the table gradually disappear bit-by-bit. With a smile of satisfaction, he roams the bar and gathers up the best-looking chairs for six people, and drags them to the table, doing the same motions over each to clean the sitting surface.
With false bravado, he sweeps his hands towards the table in a welcoming gesture; it's surprisingly inviting, given the state of the rest of the bar.
Jebben spent a little time casting multiple instances of prestidigitation on all the eating/sitting surfaces to clean them up.
Current Roles:
GM - Fata Morgana: The Ghosts of Saltmarsh
The barman, initially quite cheery, turns sour after speaking with Jebben, or, at least listening to Jebben. He pours your drinks from glasses that are mostly clean. The 'finest' ale you can see is labelled 'Gorgon's Chalk'. It tastes bitter and is locally brewed.
The two Warforged who you passed outside make their way to the bar and stand in front of it. One of them is clad in Golden plate, shimmering in the torchlight and an obvious contrast to the otherwise dreary scene. The other one is in Silver cladding, glistening and almost piercing to the eyes. The Golden one speaks to the barman.
"I believe it's time. We have waited long enough."
Gold slams it's fist onto the table. Silver continues. "Yes. Time we no longer have. Hand her over."
The barman sighs and his head hangs low. His eyes well up as he turns to the backroom and shouts. "Annie... come here, please."
A child steps out from the backroom. She is dirty and barefoot. She walks to the barman, sobbing, and gives him a hug, before the two Warforged grab her hands and walk back toward the door. The barman sobbing softly, cleaning flasks.
Wander stays msotly quiet through the conversation with the barman. His head only slightly moves as he nods and waves off what Jebben says to give him acceptqnce even if he would more then likely not partake in much of the celebration. Now that their accommodations for the night had been taken care ofnhe went back to his meditation, only pausing as he becomes aware of the scene with the child be taken by the two other warforged. "So is taking a child from a parent normal for this place?" He asks loud enough to be heard.
"Do you have something you want to say to us, cretin?"
"It's not your place. Enjoy your stay."
Gold and Silver talk over the child who's sobbing has turned into wailing.
"Oh Dinnae fash yersel's," Barnum interjected as his companions muttered about the accommodations, his dwarven brogue more obvious in the statement than what usually came through. "The quality here'll be fine, believe me, there's much worse accommodations that could be had."
After the initial outburst, the rest of the words were spoken in the mixed accent that had echoed most of his conversation thus far. He wandered in, and thanked Jebben for the coverage of his room and sat down at the table to enjoy a drink. That was until the two warforged had entered.
Wander was the first of this kind of... person? Barnum had ever come across, and throughout the past few days in their shared silence in the cells, he'd taken what opportunity he could to observe the strange being. They seemed to be everywhere, though, in this world. The two from outside wandered in and seemed overly aggressive toward the bartender. Barnum's eyes narrowed, and as Wander spoke up, the dwarf stood.
"I believe he asked you a question." Barnum said gruffly, moving to stand between the two warforged and the door of the inn.
DM - Barnum's two hand axes that would have been sheathed at his belt, were they taken off when he was rushed into the hospital, or has he somehow managed to get around that one? I'm assuming they would have removed his greataxe, and the hammer obviously fell where he did so has been picked up and put with their belongings, but I'm hoping that maybe the smaller weapons got missed during the chaos?
Barnum
I would say you still have your hand axes. In the confusion of everything the staff would not have thought to remove them as they were busy trying to save your life.
The two constructs stop and turn to Barnum. Silver's hands glow with a sickly green energy, as if charging.
"Listen, stout. This is not something that you should get involved in. You have no idea what this is about. Silver has a tendency for violent outbursts, and I wouldn't push him. Now sit down and we will be leaving.
"You're welcome to leave, golem, but she's staying." Barnum's eyes narrowed, and he steadied himself in the doorway. His hands hovered near his hips - the smaller blades were not his primary means of combat, but they had their uses, and for one, they were here. For now, of course, he refrained from drawing the weapons, waiting, his eyes fixed on the gold warforged, seemingly unphased by the movements of the silver one.
After checking her room and such, Ellayne walks down from the stairs and thinks to join the drink with a juice she ordered. However, she stops as soon as she hears the wailing from a little girl who was standing in between the two Warforged. Her mismatched gaze shifts to her companions briefly before she moves her steps towards a bartender. Something isn't going well. "What's going on here?" She asks the bartender as her mismatched eyes fixate onto the dwarf companion who is standing right in front of the two Warforged. "Why are they taking her away? Who are they?"
Reverie Forestgleam—Human Paladin Level 5 in Frontier City of Nunkreet
Extremely busy and busy as ever recently, but I will trying to catch up as much as I can
Barnum
If you would like to roll either persuasion or intimidation, go for it now.
Ellayne
The barman, still sobbing, turns to you. "It's my ex-wife. Annie is our child and I can't really afford to keep her, but... I want to, so badly. The two Warforged are her bodyguards, they've come to take her back to her mother. It's probably for the best, but she's an evil woman. I won't see Annie again, I bet."
Vostaria watches passively but then calls out to the child. "What business do these...things...have with you, child?"
The child looks up from the floor, the dirt from her face now streaming down her cheeks. She sees Vostaria, and tries to take a step back.
"I'm going to see my mother now. She wants me back." The Warforged tug at her arms and she stops talking, still staring intently at Vostaria, studying the Yuan-Ti's face.
Vostaria studies the girl in an attempt to discern her meaning behind her statement.
Insight: 17
A look of compassion comes over Dorstaer's face as he looks at the child. "And do YOU want to go back to your mother, child?" he asks her softly, though loud enough to be heard. "Or would you rather stay here with your daddy?"