Why thank you kindly, good sir, the dwarf woman says. Always happy to welcome a new face. And someone who's braved the taverns down at the Docks. Rest assured, we attract a much more genteel clientele, if you get my drift. And you... she looks you up and down... would be an adventurer, perhaps? People are always fascinated to meet adventurers, you lead such interesting lives. And such a handsome one too. She pours you a mug of ale that is a little fruitier than you're used to, and one for herself. Of course, you might be here looking for someone. She lowers her voice. A bounty on a wealthy con artist's head? Perhaps you're an assassin sent to enact revenge on an old noble house. It's all so... thrilling, isn't it!
Dekhan lights up at the woman's response An adventurer? I suppose you could say I've had a few adventures and wouldn't mind a few more! he takes a sip of the ale and nods approvingly And handsome? This old face? Oh, go on! You flatter me! he takes another sip I don't know that I'm looking for someone, but I'm never actively not looking. he winks. Is there a wealthy con artist about an adventurer like myself should know of? Or an old noble house doing things warranting hiring an assassin? Rest assured, the only thing I'm here to assassinate are these delicious ales!
Oh, the dwarf says, looking slightly deflated. Then she looks at you again, raises an eyebrow, and laughs. Oh, you are very clever. Of course you are a humble adventurer, looking for information. Yes, and no-one should be surprised that you would come to a fine establishment like this, and she raises her voice so that those nearby hear her clearly, where the finest ale and the latest news can be procured with ease. Isn't that right? Many guests nod amiably, clearly having heard this before.
She leans in and whispers: The city is awash with flame and intrigue. Surely doom is come upon us once again. What in particular would you like to know?
Dekhan smiles and leans in We've been, ourselves, awash in that same flame. And put it out where we could. We're doing what we can to lift that doom and our searching has led us here. For it is true as my informant said, information can be found from the Lion's Mouth! Now, we're looking for information on the Divlaynes, as they've absconded with someone dear to us, as well as anything you've heard in regards to those forsaken flame throwers.
The Divlaynes, is it? The dwarf leans in very close: So much to say, so much to say. Either she didn't hear, or didn't choose to answer, regard the other question.
Now, that's an interesting family, is it not. Fallen on hard times, thanks to the foolish conduct of Lord Divlayne in his youth, of course, and his arrogant wife too full of herself to admit it. Not that she should admit anything, of course, but they had opportunities to recover their position which they squandered, and I could tell you half a dozen tales of the arrogance of that man. Really, the whole family has become a laughing stock. And their last hope, the young lord, has taken to a... most dissolute lifestyle, gambling in low taverns and whatnot. Ah yes. A tragedy of a once great... or at least, a once respectable house fallen upon hard times.
That is, and she raises a finger dramatically, until only a month or so ago. I'm sure you've heard... who hasn't heard, after all? Of the gala, only a night or two from now? And oh, how lavishly they have been spending. Everyone will be there of course, mostly out of sheer curiosity. Now, I was speaking with Etia Hammercleft, who has been contracted to provide floral decorations, because of course I was curious, as everyone is, about their coin, but it's good apparently, genuine, and no-one has an idea where it's coming from. Really, the talk of the town. What I wouldn't do to get an invitation, dear me. Although... I've heard they can be had, in the right quarters and for the right money, if you know what I mean. She pauses to take a drink of ale.
Incantis enters a few minutes after the others, Zhudala making her usual move to perch on the roof and keep a lookout. His delay is nothing but functional, as the warlock steals away into the alley and finds a quiet corner to perform a ritual for detect magic.
Walking in, Incantis is frankly put a bit at ease with the disdainful disregard, preferring instead to take a seat at a vacant table, wait for the server to approach, and eye the room to see if anything pings his magical radar. He telepaths to the party, “Give me a signal and I’ll start probing.”
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Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
Incantis, you get a faint sense of magic coming from what you presume is a room located behind the bar. As you can't see the source, you don't get a sense of the school of magic. However, one of the patrons - a middle-aged gnome woman - has a glow of necromancy around one of her arms - it seems to be from the arm itself, rather than any worn item.
“Everything is calm out here. Take yer time. Read all the minds, lad. Who knows which person might be hiding someting useful. Maybe Dek can mention the Forsaken and see who reacts. The outside o’ this place has a fresh coat. Maybe ‘twas recently burnt. Ima check it out.”
Scupper will cross back to the building, near the alley, and pull a dagger to scrape something from his shoe. Then scrape it off on the lower part of the building and scrape some paint to the wood and see if it’s burnt.
As all this is going on, Varinth will make his way to a table as if he owns it, putting on his best Haughty. When approached by a server he will ask for a bottle of their best wine.
If he catches the eye of another patron he says Wot Wot! for no discernible reason.
Yes yes. My batman shall attend to you when he arrives. Wot wot! he shoos the server away as he raises his glass to the elven woman and nods his head, almost imperceptibly.
Scupper, you don't think there's any indication that the building has burned recently. Hard to say for sure, though.
Varinth, you look at the door. It's a door. After a solid ten minutes of looking at the door, an elf woman enters alone and sits at the table with the elven woman who look at you before. They kiss cheeks and sit together, having a quiet conversation that you're too far away to hear.
Hmmm...Aught suspicious, or standard security..? Incantis thinks to himself regarding the faint magic from behind the bar. He decides to approach the old gnomish woman. “Good evening Grandmother,” he says kindly. “May I join you?”
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Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
Incantis, she jumps a little in surprise as you speak to her, but motions - with her non-magical hand - at the chair. I won't stop you, if you must, sonny.
Dekhan raises his glass in response to Vaz. A toast! To my friend Vaz! For what is a toast without fire? Just bread, my friends, just bread! Now I could tell you a tale or two about Vaz here, some that would make your hair stand on end, and some that would make the romantic among you swoon, but what I choose to toast this day is the way he fights fire with fire! Now, my doughty companions, the mighty Vaz, whose thirst for justice burns so brightly within his chest one could almost read by it on a starless night, Scup, scourge of the seas and defender of those, big and small, who cannot defend themselves, Cantis, A stranger in your land whose very mind is a weapon, a weapon that he uses to serve the greater good, Strix, a master of the martial arts who has not only tamed the beast within himself, but bent it to his will, and I, your handsome yet humble chronicler, did find ourselves beset by certain blaggards new to the city who sought to take what wasn't theirs through flame and steel. Did we shrink from our obligation? Nay, we rose to the occasion, and those ashy brigands who sought to do us, and your fair city, harm have truly discovered what it means to be... FORSAKEN. Even now their leader has gone to ground, terrified that she will meet the same gruesome, yet justified, fate as the captains that she sent against us. And so a toast! To Vaz, to the rest of my companions, to the wonderful staff and patrons of the Smiling Lion, and to the city of Waterdeep! Dekhan tips back his ale and finishes it, placing the empty tankard on the bar.
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Why thank you kindly, good sir, the dwarf woman says. Always happy to welcome a new face. And someone who's braved the taverns down at the Docks. Rest assured, we attract a much more genteel clientele, if you get my drift. And you... she looks you up and down... would be an adventurer, perhaps? People are always fascinated to meet adventurers, you lead such interesting lives. And such a handsome one too. She pours you a mug of ale that is a little fruitier than you're used to, and one for herself. Of course, you might be here looking for someone. She lowers her voice. A bounty on a wealthy con artist's head? Perhaps you're an assassin sent to enact revenge on an old noble house. It's all so... thrilling, isn't it!
Dekhan lights up at the woman's response An adventurer? I suppose you could say I've had a few adventures and wouldn't mind a few more! he takes a sip of the ale and nods approvingly And handsome? This old face? Oh, go on! You flatter me! he takes another sip I don't know that I'm looking for someone, but I'm never actively not looking. he winks. Is there a wealthy con artist about an adventurer like myself should know of? Or an old noble house doing things warranting hiring an assassin? Rest assured, the only thing I'm here to assassinate are these delicious ales!
Oh, the dwarf says, looking slightly deflated. Then she looks at you again, raises an eyebrow, and laughs. Oh, you are very clever. Of course you are a humble adventurer, looking for information. Yes, and no-one should be surprised that you would come to a fine establishment like this, and she raises her voice so that those nearby hear her clearly, where the finest ale and the latest news can be procured with ease. Isn't that right? Many guests nod amiably, clearly having heard this before.
She leans in and whispers: The city is awash with flame and intrigue. Surely doom is come upon us once again. What in particular would you like to know?
Dekhan smiles and leans in We've been, ourselves, awash in that same flame. And put it out where we could. We're doing what we can to lift that doom and our searching has led us here. For it is true as my informant said, information can be found from the Lion's Mouth! Now, we're looking for information on the Divlaynes, as they've absconded with someone dear to us, as well as anything you've heard in regards to those forsaken flame throwers.
The Divlaynes, is it? The dwarf leans in very close: So much to say, so much to say. Either she didn't hear, or didn't choose to answer, regard the other question.
Now, that's an interesting family, is it not. Fallen on hard times, thanks to the foolish conduct of Lord Divlayne in his youth, of course, and his arrogant wife too full of herself to admit it. Not that she should admit anything, of course, but they had opportunities to recover their position which they squandered, and I could tell you half a dozen tales of the arrogance of that man. Really, the whole family has become a laughing stock. And their last hope, the young lord, has taken to a... most dissolute lifestyle, gambling in low taverns and whatnot. Ah yes. A tragedy of a once great... or at least, a once respectable house fallen upon hard times.
That is, and she raises a finger dramatically, until only a month or so ago. I'm sure you've heard... who hasn't heard, after all? Of the gala, only a night or two from now? And oh, how lavishly they have been spending. Everyone will be there of course, mostly out of sheer curiosity. Now, I was speaking with Etia Hammercleft, who has been contracted to provide floral decorations, because of course I was curious, as everyone is, about their coin, but it's good apparently, genuine, and no-one has an idea where it's coming from. Really, the talk of the town. What I wouldn't do to get an invitation, dear me. Although... I've heard they can be had, in the right quarters and for the right money, if you know what I mean. She pauses to take a drink of ale.
Incantis enters a few minutes after the others, Zhudala making her usual move to perch on the roof and keep a lookout. His delay is nothing but functional, as the warlock steals away into the alley and finds a quiet corner to perform a ritual for detect magic.
Walking in, Incantis is frankly put a bit at ease with the disdainful disregard, preferring instead to take a seat at a vacant table, wait for the server to approach, and eye the room to see if anything pings his magical radar. He telepaths to the party, “Give me a signal and I’ll start probing.”
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
Incantis, you get a faint sense of magic coming from what you presume is a room located behind the bar. As you can't see the source, you don't get a sense of the school of magic. However, one of the patrons - a middle-aged gnome woman - has a glow of necromancy around one of her arms - it seems to be from the arm itself, rather than any worn item.
“Everything is calm out here. Take yer time. Read all the minds, lad. Who knows which person might be hiding someting useful. Maybe Dek can mention the Forsaken and see who reacts. The outside o’ this place has a fresh coat. Maybe ‘twas recently burnt. Ima check it out.”
Scupper will cross back to the building, near the alley, and pull a dagger to scrape something from his shoe. Then scrape it off on the lower part of the building and scrape some paint to the wood and see if it’s burnt.
Scupper, make an Investigation check.
As all this is going on, Varinth will make his way to a table as if he owns it, putting on his best Haughty. When approached by a server he will ask for a bottle of their best wine.
If he catches the eye of another patron he says Wot Wot! for no discernible reason.
Varinth, the server brings the wine, and charges 10 gold for it. He is extremely polite and attentive, and seems to be expecting a tip.
At the neighbouring table, an elven woman quirks her lip in a smile and raises a glass to toast in your direction.
Yes yes. My batman shall attend to you when he arrives. Wot wot! he shoos the server away as he raises his glass to the elven woman and nods his head, almost imperceptibly.
The server looks disgruntled for a second, but his expression smooths over almost instantly. He bows politely and withdraws.
The elven woman, who is sitting alone, looks at you, and then looks away, turning her attention to the door.
Perception 12
Varinth casually follows the elfs gaze towards the door
Scupper, you don't think there's any indication that the building has burned recently. Hard to say for sure, though.
Varinth, you look at the door. It's a door. After a solid ten minutes of looking at the door, an elf woman enters alone and sits at the table with the elven woman who look at you before. They kiss cheeks and sit together, having a quiet conversation that you're too far away to hear.
It’s wood innit
Hmmm...Aught suspicious, or standard security..? Incantis thinks to himself regarding the faint magic from behind the bar. He decides to approach the old gnomish woman. “Good evening Grandmother,” he says kindly. “May I join you?”
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
Incantis, she jumps a little in surprise as you speak to her, but motions - with her non-magical hand - at the chair. I won't stop you, if you must, sonny.
Dekhan raises his glass in response to Vaz. A toast! To my friend Vaz! For what is a toast without fire? Just bread, my friends, just bread! Now I could tell you a tale or two about Vaz here, some that would make your hair stand on end, and some that would make the romantic among you swoon, but what I choose to toast this day is the way he fights fire with fire! Now, my doughty companions, the mighty Vaz, whose thirst for justice burns so brightly within his chest one could almost read by it on a starless night, Scup, scourge of the seas and defender of those, big and small, who cannot defend themselves, Cantis, A stranger in your land whose very mind is a weapon, a weapon that he uses to serve the greater good, Strix, a master of the martial arts who has not only tamed the beast within himself, but bent it to his will, and I, your handsome yet humble chronicler, did find ourselves beset by certain blaggards new to the city who sought to take what wasn't theirs through flame and steel. Did we shrink from our obligation? Nay, we rose to the occasion, and those ashy brigands who sought to do us, and your fair city, harm have truly discovered what it means to be... FORSAKEN. Even now their leader has gone to ground, terrified that she will meet the same gruesome, yet justified, fate as the captains that she sent against us. And so a toast! To Vaz, to the rest of my companions, to the wonderful staff and patrons of the Smiling Lion, and to the city of Waterdeep! Dekhan tips back his ale and finishes it, placing the empty tankard on the bar.