"Elber, you tease! You can't hint at a tale like that and then not tell me! That would be like me placing an angry goblin in front of you and saying you cannot cleave it in twain. Tell ke your tale, barbarian, and I shall promise not to utter it's words  again without your consent."

Elber chuckles and nods. "Forgive my pause, I be wondering if I have the words. There will not be many, but I will say them anyway."

He takes a deep breath and his eyes are miles away, remembering something fondly. "My legend be of Sarron, daughter of chieftains, and pride of my tribe."

He pulls out a broken knife, its grip shaped like a blunt mace and lays it on the table. "This once be the insignia of the mercenary company spoken of as the Mace Knuckles. It be as her follower, her squad, that I joined them and came to these lands."

He stands up and opens up his vest, revealing a particularly nasty scar across several ribs. "This be the insignia of the company now, separated and shattered by an avalanche in the mountains around the Fellmoor."

He unwraps his greatsword from the fur coverings and grips it with both hands, raising it up as if facing an impossibly large foe. "This be the blade of Sarron. This be the blade she used to cleave the avalanche in two, splitting the mountainside and challenging the gods for our lives." 

As he holds the sword there are shadows around his hands, as if there were two pairs of hands on the grip. "This be the only thing of hers I found in the snow."

After a heavy silence he sets the sword down again and lifts his drink for a toast. "It be not sadness which weighs my words, but pride. Pride of Sarron, now and forever!"

Jack, hearing Elber describe his legendary daughter of chieftains, looks back at Landrae. “You played as well as I’ve seen anyone play before you Lan. To out-do someone who splits avalanches in two with a sword is quite the task though. I fear Elber here might be disappointed. It’s pretty hard to top that. Something tells me however that you will be up to the challenge.”

”It sounds a bit more than pride Elber. You sure you didn’t have more than just admiration swelling in you for this Sarron?” Says Jack as he snickers at his own joke.

Laughing and clapping Jack on the back, adding to his joke, Duncan will say "Maybe he wants to split her avalanche eh!"

"I do, and I have. But it adds not to the legend, just as none will remember who Landrae sat next to before she played today."

"Not so friend! You've had the chieftain's daughter! And now we set off to make our own legends!" Duncan will exclaim, calling out to the Innkeeper "Another round for my friend, the Splitter of Avalanches!"

((So... y'all wanna keep RPing getting drunk or see if the Innkeeper has any work for us? Or look elsewhere?))

Elber will glance at Landrae for her response.

((The adventure will surely find us once JJ has a plan for it, so we can relax with the job searching.))

((Fair enough~ Keep the mead rolling~))

(Thanks for your patience, everyone.)

The innkeeper approaches your table with the requested beverages, laying them down on the rough wooden table. "I recognize you," He exclaims. "You're them adventurers who slayed the ol' Scorpion. You were in yesterday's paper. Rumor has it that the Adventurers Guild is interested in making your acquaintance."

"Elber, that is a simply put telling of a truly heroic tale. The brevity of your tale only adds to the solemn nature; I think it is an honourable accounting of a great deed... Splitting an avalanche with a sword... Oh how that very act could be told on it's own."

Landrae hoists her drink and finishes it off in one go, just as the innkeeper arrives.

"They have a guild for adventurers in Thithladroth? How has no-one happened to mention this before? I wonder, perhaps, if they are Lady Ardidd's source of misinformation on our noble profession! Where, good man, would we find this guild?"

"It be often the best secrets learned last. But they can wait today, we only just began drinking to legends."

"An Adventurers Guild eh?! Well adventurers we be! How might we find them good sir? We have some drinking to do tonight, but we'll head there second thing in the morning!" Duncan would reply to the Innkeeper

Kai, raised far from such things, asks "Guild of Adventurers?  It is some secret society?  Should they have been to aid of us before?  Or they are more shadow and predators?

Jack, more used to being not noticed is not so sure he appreciates the new found attention as much as some of the others. He isn’t loud and boisterous, but more calm and reserved. “This fame that we seem to have walked into is new to me. he says. “I’ve never been one that has appreciated lots of people I do not know, knowing who I am. This will....take some getting used to.” he mutters as he downs his ale and raises his glass when the innkeeper looks his way to get another.

Elber notices Jack's muttering and nods sagely. "We be needing a collective name then, so we be both known yet safe as individuals."

"Then surely we should be called 'Unknown Jack and friends'." Landrae jibes at the secretive rogue. "For what better way to hide your secrets, than to make the others amongst us seem more secretive and thus alluring! People will marvel at the staunch and stalwart nature of Duncan the Steadfast; they shall be in awe of the unparalleled skill of Elber, mightiest of hunters; Kai the Ever-calm, his harmonious balance with nature reflected on the battlefield; Landrae, silver-tongued and sought for her beauty the realm over... and the silent death that is their shadow, the breeze that no lock can bar, no-one knows it's name, but it is ever there wherever the friends should travel!"

Elber pulls on his mustache and smiles at Landrae's 'suggestion'. "If he still lives, one of the Mace Knuckles be known as 'Handsome Jack'. But I guess there be a Jack in all trades."

The innkeeper raises his hands at the unexpected flood of questions. "No, there ain't no Adventurers Guild in Thithladroth. It's based in one of them eastern cities that I don't rightly know the name of. But they have agents in every city, town, and mud puddle in Atlas, and I reckon ol' Jebidiah put in a good word for you. He's Thithladroth's... representative, you could say."

"Perhaps then, if you know this Jebidiah, you could direct us to he, or him to us? Such that we can share a beverage and maybe learn something more about this guild."

Elber lifts his drink up. "The Blackmoor be close to home, so here's to hoping that eastern city be north of the twin lakes."