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Kif looks about
15 Perception (if necessary)
I have no idea what these pancakes you two keep talking about are, but a rasher of bacon and some flapjacks and coffee would hit the spot...wasn't there a tavern or something around here?
You return to the town square, which is just a couple of doors north of Mad Mary's home. On the north side of the intersection, a single shaft of light thrusts illumination into the main square, its brightness looking like a solid pillar in the heavy fog. Above the gaping doorway, a sign hangs precariously askew, proclaiming this to be the Blood on the Vine tavern. Do you enter, or is there something you wanted to do first?
Nevermind. You enter. But first roll a perception check. If you got a 13 or higher, read this:
The sign, at first glance, says "Blood on the Vine Tavern." As you pass underneath, though, you realize someone has painted over one of the letters, and the sign originally - perhaps many years ago - said "Blood of the Vine Tavern."
You enter a room that is a square, roughly 60' on each side. On your right is the bar and a small kitchen area. Most of the room is taken up by seating area, though there are not many here. Three Visanti sit at one table; a lone man sits at another. He has a small plate of food in front of him; the Visanti are speaking quietly among themselves. Behind the bar there is a man sweeping the floor, though moments after you enter he stops what he was doing and just looks at you. Not in a nice way, not in a mean way. Just gawping, like the others on the street.
Barnaby speaks to the barman. The man peers down at the gnome and, without a word, sets aside his broom. He pokes around under the bar and digs out a couple of biscuits. He slices each and sets them by a wood stove he has behind the bar. He puts a few dried leaves - likely tea - in a few different mugs, and puts a kettle of water on the flat top of the stove, where it will likely heat quickly.
One gold, he says. You know this price to be absurdly high. Or, at least, it would be in Waterdeep. Those are the only words he says.
Barnaby takes out a gold piece, but, instead of handing it over, he taps it gently on the counter while looking at the bar keep. “What’s your name friend?”
Blue: Has it been more than ten minutes since I cast detect magic?
Well, I'm never one to turn down a biscuit -- even an expensive one. She whispers to Kif. Kif, I could cast an Evil and Good spell to see if I can detect a wolf in the loner or within our fellow Visanti guests, but let's sit down and confer with Barnaby to make sure we're using our resources efficiently. I'd love to go over to the loner and see if I can strike up a conversation, but my skills have been lacking this entire journey.
Mostly to herself. I wouldn't mind making an offer to our wolf-in-hiding to go pay Mad Mary a visit.
Barnaby takes out a gold piece, but, instead of handing it over, he taps it gently on the counter while looking at the bar keep. “What’s your name friend?”
Blue: Has it been more than ten minutes since I cast detect magic?
He stares with fascination, for a moment, at the tapping gold piece. Stefan Molovich. And yours?
You are in the ninth minute of your ten minutes, and you're not getting anything in these last few moments before the spell expires.
These are my friends, Kif and Puddin. We're new in town. Seems you've got a bit of a zombie problem...and uh...I guess a wolf problem too. These are not typical problems where I'm from. It must be tough living.
Tough. Aye. I don't know where you're from, but you're a long way from there. He takes the coin with an appreciative nod. He looks at it, for a moment, and studies it. Will you be having wine, also?
The burgomaster. He lives in a mansion, a few blocks to the south. He mostly keeps to himself. Most people do. You'll understand why, soon enough.
He's talking now, which is more than he was doing before. He's still not friendly, though, and you get the sense that he's uncomfortable with this conversation. Maybe just because it's been so long, already, compared to what he's used to.
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Barnaby will turn around and face the room. Loudly, “Well, I suppose that after breakfast we will go speak to the burgomaster. I’m sure he, for one, will be happy to welcome us to the city.” Barnaby will scan the room for reaction.
Kif looks about
15 Perception (if necessary)
I have no idea what these pancakes you two keep talking about are, but a rasher of bacon and some flapjacks and coffee would hit the spot...wasn't there a tavern or something around here?
enjoy your travels, Ben
And we're back! Thank you all for your patience.
You return to the town square, which is just a couple of doors north of Mad Mary's home. On the north side of the intersection, a single shaft of light thrusts illumination into the main square, its brightness looking like a solid pillar in the heavy fog. Above the gaping doorway, a sign hangs precariously askew, proclaiming this to be the Blood on the Vine tavern. Do you enter, or is there something you wanted to do first?
Nevermind. You enter. But first roll a perception check. If you got a 13 or higher, read this:
The sign, at first glance, says "Blood on the Vine Tavern." As you pass underneath, though, you realize someone has painted over one of the letters, and the sign originally - perhaps many years ago - said "Blood of the Vine Tavern."
You enter a room that is a square, roughly 60' on each side. On your right is the bar and a small kitchen area. Most of the room is taken up by seating area, though there are not many here. Three Visanti sit at one table; a lone man sits at another. He has a small plate of food in front of him; the Visanti are speaking quietly among themselves. Behind the bar there is a man sweeping the floor, though moments after you enter he stops what he was doing and just looks at you. Not in a nice way, not in a mean way. Just gawping, like the others on the street.
Percept:21
Kif nods to Gawping John
Well friends lets take a seat and see about some food
And adds sotto voce A nice seat where we can see everyone. And perhaps someone will be willing to talk to us without screaming
“Ah, excuse me. Do you serve flapjacks here? Perhaps with blueberries? Maybe a side of bacon? Definitely coffee all around.”
Kif leans in
So, do either of you guys have something in your bags of tricks that can tell if someone, like Mr. Lonely over there, is a wolf?
Kif takes a closer look at the barman and other guests
14 perception
Barnaby speaks to the barman. The man peers down at the gnome and, without a word, sets aside his broom. He pokes around under the bar and digs out a couple of biscuits. He slices each and sets them by a wood stove he has behind the bar. He puts a few dried leaves - likely tea - in a few different mugs, and puts a kettle of water on the flat top of the stove, where it will likely heat quickly.
One gold, he says. You know this price to be absurdly high. Or, at least, it would be in Waterdeep. Those are the only words he says.
Perception: 7
Barnaby takes out a gold piece, but, instead of handing it over, he taps it gently on the counter while looking at the bar keep. “What’s your name friend?”
Blue: Has it been more than ten minutes since I cast detect magic?
Well, I'm never one to turn down a biscuit -- even an expensive one. She whispers to Kif. Kif, I could cast an Evil and Good spell to see if I can detect a wolf in the loner or within our fellow Visanti guests, but let's sit down and confer with Barnaby to make sure we're using our resources efficiently. I'd love to go over to the loner and see if I can strike up a conversation, but my skills have been lacking this entire journey.
Mostly to herself. I wouldn't mind making an offer to our wolf-in-hiding to go pay Mad Mary a visit.
Nothing new for you!
He stares with fascination, for a moment, at the tapping gold piece. Stefan Molovich. And yours?
You are in the ninth minute of your ten minutes, and you're not getting anything in these last few moments before the spell expires.
Barnaby. Barnaby Fizzlepop.
Barnaby slides the coin across the counter.
These are my friends, Kif and Puddin. We're new in town. Seems you've got a bit of a zombie problem...and uh...I guess a wolf problem too. These are not typical problems where I'm from. It must be tough living.
Tough. Aye. I don't know where you're from, but you're a long way from there. He takes the coin with an appreciative nod. He looks at it, for a moment, and studies it. Will you be having wine, also?
“I’ll start with the biscuits and tea, but perhaps my compatriots. Can you tell me a little bit about this Moribund the Burgermeister of yours?”
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“Is he well liked by the citizens of the town? Why? Why not?”
Make an insight check.
The burgomaster. He lives in a mansion, a few blocks to the south. He mostly keeps to himself. Most people do. You'll understand why, soon enough.
He's talking now, which is more than he was doing before. He's still not friendly, though, and you get the sense that he's uncomfortable with this conversation. Maybe just because it's been so long, already, compared to what he's used to.
Insight:20
When talking about the burgomaster, his attention flickered on something, or someone, elsewhere in the tavern.
Barnaby will turn around and face the room. Loudly, “Well, I suppose that after breakfast we will go speak to the burgomaster. I’m sure he, for one, will be happy to welcome us to the city.” Barnaby will scan the room for reaction.
Perception or insight with inspiration:10
Kif whispers to Puddin'
Hold that spell, let's see how this pans out