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"When displaced, the ghosts went down, into the floor. Is there a basement? Perhaps un unknown graveyard below?" She looks about in the chaos for an employee.

(OOC: That was just the shortest escape, to avoid anymore attacks.) The patron at the door mentions seeing 3 ghostly figures drifting down the streets in different directions, away from the tavern.

Jorin groggily takes the offered cup from Quillary, raises it in a weak toast, then takes a long pull.  Looking much more like himself after the sweet necter, he nods and says, "Thank you, Quillary.  A fine fight, that was!" and goes back to ministrating on the grievously injured.

Medicine 7

At Rooster's words, Hildigrim's scowl immediately rises into a look of surprise. And as the words sink in, the halfling begins to grin. He places his thumbs into his belt and looks around, rocking on his heels a little. "A song?" he asks. "About us?" He hops down off the stage and rushes over to Jorin, slapping the human on the upper thigh. "Jorin, those were specters!" He coughs out a single laugh. "And the bard wants to compose a song about us. We're going to be famous adventurers!" He pulls out a chair at their table and beckons Rooster. "Come! Sit! I'll tell you all about us." He waves to get a barmaid's attention, who is probably busy recovering from the disturbance, but Hildigrim's too excited to notice. "We were just tonight recognized as the cleansers of Dynnegall and the Tarthwood Forest," he says with a knowing smile.

Rooster also walks over to Jorin, and helps him to his feet.

The barmaids do not notice Hildigrim trying to get their attention. As he guessed, they are still recovering from the disturbance.

Rooster thinks some more. "I don't know when that ghost entered my body. But now that I think about it, I've been cold since the meetings I had in the morning. Maybe it happened then, and waited until now to do some mischief."

"What meetings?" Quillary asks abruptly. She's been fidgety and has been glancing at the door, but at Rooster's comment turns almost reluctantly to query him.

Some DM rolls for later

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"What meetings?" Quillary asks abruptly. She's been fidgety and has been glancing at the door, but at Rooster's comment turns almost reluctantly to query him.

Rooster tries to shake Quillary's hand, but her cloud of spores "accidentally" pushes over a chair between them, forcing Rooster back. (Quillary has already made her distaste for this elf obvious.) She pays no mind to the chair, as she asks about his meetings.

"There were 3 potential financiers, who live in Amphail. I wanted to hear if they were interested in becoming patrons of the arts... There was a deeply-robed wizard named Marigold Butterleaf, a dwarf merchant named Regis Brightgem, and a human druid named Bitter- Blossom."

Hildigrim looks briefly forlorn that their 15 minutes of fame may have been swallowed up by something more pressing, but then he remembers the ghosts. "You theorize one of these might have ... caused you to become possessed?" He looks at Quillary, their apparent death expert. "Can someone living cause ghosts to enter someone else?"

In an instant, Pascal has appeared next to Hildigrim, lifted him, and clasped a hand over his mouth, “Shhhhhhh. Don’ be talkin’ like that. You realize what’s goin’ on here, don’t you,” Pascal shudders and shakes Hilidigrim, “WE NECK DEEP IN VOODOO AND GRIS GRIS! NECK DEEP, HILDI!”

Jorin thanks the bard for the hand up and claps Hildigrim on back saying, "Ah, see?  I told you, it shall be 'Hildi's hairy toes' on the lips of the next generation!"

When Pascal mentions voodoo, Jorin's jovial nature shifts and a more serious look comes over his face, "Sorcery, we are the scorn of such things." He spits in the floor, "We have bested it in the past.  This will be no different."

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... but then he remembers the ghosts. "You theorize one of these might have ... caused you to become possessed?"

(I assume you mentioned your names? If not, replace "Quillary" with "elf with the hat, skull cap, and cloak".)

"Now that Quillary reminded me of the meetings, I felt normal when I woke up in the morning, and chilled after meeting the three. I'm not sure at what point the chill came over me. If that is related to ghosts, then yes, one of them seems to have been involved... They appeared to be nice enough people, but they also seemed to have their secrets."

Rooster mentions where those three people live in town, so you know where to go if you decide to visit any of them.

"If these three in fonts are mal-sorcery then they should be shown the blade.  Let us go to them, and stop this madness."

At this point in the conversation, you notice Drusk looking through Rooster's pack. (He has the social skills of CHA 8.) "Hmmm... neat stuff..." Rooster is flustered, and snatches back his pack. "That is personal property!" Drusk is a little apologetic, but he was curious about what a bard would have.

Only Quillary was close enough to notice what Drusk observed. (Post 2271 DM rolls for perception.) The party can ask her (or Drusk) later, but for now, this is for Quillary only:

At this point, the (relatively new) owner of the Stag-Horned Flagon storms down the stairs from the 2nd level, and yells out. (Since Amphail was killed by trolls, her initial outburst indicates calamity.) "Amphail's trolls! I can’t do anything without you adventuring types getting in the way! Go-go-go-go-go!" She ushers you outside as quickly as possible, complaining loudly about needed to repair her tavern yet again due to “those meddling adventurers”.

Did Rooster get ushered out as well? Did the three possessed adventurers get woken up and thrown out? If they did, we should team up! Hildigrim would like to ask them if they had any encounter with any of the three men Rooster described.

Oh neat, we’re starting a Tavern/Adventuring Guild now

Quillary suffers the indignity of being ushered into the street. (Remind me what time of day it is?)

"To your question, Hildigrim," she says, "I am uncertain if one can force a ghost to inhabit another, but certainly one could be in league with undead, and do such in concert." She, too, gathers her bearings, looking to see who else has been thrown out.

Jorin calls out to the tavern owner, "Again? How long have adventurers been a problem for you like this?"

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Did Rooster get ushered out as well? Did the three possessed adventurers get woken up and thrown out? If they did, we should team up! Hildigrim would like to ask them if they had any encounter with any of the three men Rooster described.

Everyone got ushered out. The owner has closed the tavern until further notice.

It is late evening (still some time before midnight). As it mentions on the Campaign Page, during the celebration of Simril, most people will be staying awake until dawn.

The 3 adventurers will not be teaming up. Between being intoxicated and being reduced to 0 hp, they will be taking a Long Rest before they are in good enough shape to do anything.

Your group does remember that the dwarf thief mentioned being cold as he walked by the statue of Amphail in the town center (posts 2180-2181).

To answer Jorin's question, the party noticed this before you went to Dynnegall (post 1235):

You pass a tavern called the Stag-Horned Flagon, but it is closed, with a sign on the door reading: "Repairs finished soon. Re-opening at the start of Howldown, under new management."

Now that the party is outside the tavern, a squad of guards approaches you. They are led by a stern looking tiefling named Calypso, who is the governor of the town. (Calypso worked as an adventurer and mercenary for several years before deciding to try her hand at local politics.) She hasn't met your group before, but seems to recognize you anyways. "Well, well, the famous saviors of the lands that I've been hearing about so much from my guards."

(At the back of the guards, you notice Black Bart, the pale elf who was part of your wagon ride from Waterdeep to Amphail. You now recall that Fanny said that Bart had a big mouth, back in post 1208... When Calypso mentions hearing bragging about your group from the guards, BB turns even more pale, and sneaks into a side alley to get out of sight.)

"What am I going to do with you lot? Do I give you a medal for saving lives, or stuff you in the prison cells overnight for drunk-and-disorderly?"

Quillary nods in greeting, but spends a moment staring after Bart as he disappears into the alley. She comes across a little distracted.

Jorin steps forward saying, "We have neither need for medals, nor desire for prisons.  Perhaps an ale?  I do enjoy a mug or two of fine ale after cracking my knuckles." He extends a hand to Calypso, "I am Jorin, of the Bodt."