Mazin, finishing his meal, sees the Sergeant get up. He waves to her as she's moves by the table. "Oh, Sergeant! Have you spoken with Thurk today or last night? Has there been any leads on the murder of Exbrin?"
'At Mazin's mention of Thurk's name, the Silverstar sergeant looks over at the goliath but continues to walk towards the door... until she hears of Exbrin's murder. At that news, the armoured lizardwoman does an about face and marches up to stand tall at her full 6'6 before the Goliath, one hand resting on the handle of her weapon, the other pointing directly at Mazin's chest, as she inquires in a raspy, sibiliant but demanding tone,'
"What iss thiss you speak of? Exbrin... murdered? When and how? Hass thiss been reported to the Silverstarss? Who are you to bear thiss newss and how do you know the smith?"
'Concerned at the militia member's demanding tone and agreesive stance, Brenna puts her hands up in a calming fashion and with a reassuring smile says,'
"Peace, Sergeant Leetha. This is Mazin, a guest here at the Oak. I'm sure that he'll explain if you just give him a chance. He and some of these others left last night with Thurk after the smith asked for assistance in some matter or another."
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Altani takes her tea and sips it, starting to tell the story of the Moorcats."What is there to say about the Moorcat. They are skilled predators, as big as a person, even a smaller centaur"she motions the height as she talks. "These cats are smokey black or brown, which lets them hid in the moors easily. If it does not wish to been seem, you will not find it...I have been told tales by the Windspeaker shaman of hunters that have watched one who was bold enough, stalk a man across leaves and twigs and its footfalls did not make a sound. Like a ghost. When a young warrior comes of age he is tasked with one final hunt, to bring home a creature that is his or her measure. Sometime the brave and foolish will ride from the Leavenwild Plains to the moors in search of this fabled beast, most don't return..."
Altani turns around with keen interest as Mazin asked Leetha about Exbrin.
'Kestrell listens with rapt fascination as Altani describes the Moorcat.'
"Wow, this does indeed sound like a magnificent and scary beast. And to think, we heard one last night!"
'As Altani is imparting her knowledge of moorcats to Kestrell, the short man with the black beard and eye-patch gets up and walks over to the centaur and her tablemates. Despite his lack of height and the fact that he approaches alone, he walks with a confident swagger, a number of small bone, ivory, hide, scale and feather tokens prominently attached to his leather jerkin, all of which he displays by removing his cloak. Now standing before Altani, the man puts one tatooed hand on the table and says after glancing at Mazin's totems and giving you all a measuring stare,'
"Sorry, couldn't help but overhear ye words. So ye know moorcats, do ye? And by the looks of them carvings, ye know marsh crocodiles as well. I seen ye all about the inn last night. Thought some of ye were with the circus, no offence. But now I'm starting to think ye might be sell-swords. Maybe just the sort of people that I'm paid to keep an eye out for. Me name's Broom by the way. Fangstalker Broom."
[OOC] Everyone nearby may make a history check (DC 10) and read the spoiler below if you get a score of 10 or more:
'Like many who live in and travel through Alliance lands, you have heard of the Fangstalkers - the reknowned monster hunter guild, whose members track and slay dangerous creatures throughout the kingdom and whose leadership offer bounties to hardy adventurers for the slaying of particular monsters. Word has it that the guild is based in Ascendrith, the Heartstar capital that sits at the centre of both Alliance territory and power.'
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Alwin just finishes his meal and grabbing his drink decides to make his way to Kestrell and Altani"Th...ank you. It's really de...licious."he says raising the glass.
As he gets to the table the man began to talk and Alwin listened taking a seat and sip of his drink as the man makes his proposal"It's always a pleasure to meet a Fangsta....lker. You all are quite ren...owned for your mon...ster hunting skills. It would be a great honor to work with you. If you think we are of the cal..iber."
Altani turns to face Broom, looking him up and down .”They call me Altani, of the Windspeaker from the Leavenwild Plains. I can see you look like a skilled hunter yourself.”
Mazin, finishing his meal, sees the Sergeant get up. He waves to her as she's moves by the table. "Oh, Sergeant! Have you spoken with Thurk today or last night? Has there been any leads on the murder of Exbrin?"
'At Mazin's mention of Thurk's name, the Silverstar sergeant looks over at the goliath but continues to walk towards the door... until she hears of Exbrin's murder. At that news, the armoured lizardwoman does an about face and marches up to stand tall at her full 6'6 before the Goliath, one hand resting on the handle of her weapon, the other pointing directly at Mazin's chest, as she inquires in a raspy, sibiliant but demanding tone,'
"What iss thiss you speak of? Exbrin... murdered? When and how? Has this been reported to the Silverstarss? Who are you to bear thiss newss and how do you know the smith?"
'Concerned at the militia member's demanding tone and agreesive stance, Brenna puts her hands up in a calming fashion and with a reassuring smile says,'
"Peace, Sergeant Leetha. This is Mazin, a guest here at the Oak. I'm sure that he'll explain if you just give him a chance. He and some of these others left last night with Thurk after the smith asked for assistance in some matter or another."
Mazin blinks, not expecting the hostile response. "I'm sorry, I had thought you knew. Thurk requested aid when a youngling, I believe by the name of Jona, came to the inn because their kin was missing. I volunteered to help, along with these fine people." Mazin says, gesturing to the people at the table and at the bar. "We found Exbrin's body, dumped by the river near the Drake Farmhouse. Crocodiles were about to eat the body and evidence when we found it. Thurk brought Exbrin's body back to the Old Cemetary. We wish to be of assistance in finding who did this heinous act."
Mazin's ears perk up at the name Fangstalker Broom, but he does not turn away from Seargent Leetha
'Seeing Leetha's open hostility toward Mazin, Wazzock stands from her stool at the bar, finishing her tea and placing it back on the saucer. Though she is unarmed and unarmored, she makes ready to leap in and wrestle Leetha if she should present a threat to her new found friend. Too focused on the potential danger, she doesn't pay any heed to the words of the Fangstalker.'
Alwin just finishes his meal and grabbing his drink decides to make his way to Kestrell and Altani"Th...ank you. It's really de...licious."he says raising the glass.
As he gets to the table the man began to talk and Alwin listened taking a seat and sip of his drink as the man makes his proposal"It's always a pleasure to meet a Fangsta....lker. You all are quite ren...owned for your mon...ster hunting skills. It would be a great honor to work with you. If you think we are of the cal..iber."
'Brenna is half-watching the exchange between the prickly watch sergeant and Mazin, but smiles none the less and nods a distracted acknowledgement of Awin's compliment.
The grizzled man who identified himself as Fangstalker Broom gives a hard grin at Alwin's familiarity with his organisation, replying,'
"Yes, well the Stalkers have been around as long as the Kingdom itself, so I'm glad to hear that such capable warriors as yerselves have heard of it. If yer already slaying marsh crocodiles and considering a moorcat hunt, then aye, yer probably worth taking a punt on. Though I must admit, there ain't many stalkers with elvish blood. From what I can tell, they generally consider themselves above such things. Least the purebloods do."
"Broom, you say? Fangstalker Broom? I think I met your cousin the other day. Tuskrunner Mop. Strong fellow. Much like yourself, I suppose."
'Kestrell chuckles goodnaturedely, hoping the joke doesn't offend.'
'"Why are you paid to keep an eye out for sell-swords? And who pays you?"
'Looking at Kestrell as though largely unimpressed with both his physical appearance and comments, Fangstalker Broom spits on the inn floor, before responding,'
"Aye, very clever that. Wanna make a quip about me bristles next? Ask how I handle meself in a fight? Huh, no? Alright then.
Yer pretty enough though, so maybe I'll buy ye a drink after I'm finished talking business with these fighters."
'As Brenna stares daggers at the man for daring to spit on her floors, the Fangstalker turns away from the sparingly armed half-elf.'
Altani turns to face Broom, looking him up and down .”They call me Altani, of the Windspeaker from the Leavenwild Plains. I can see you look like a skilled hunter yourself.”
'Looking the heavily armoured Altani up and down with apparent admiration, Broom nods his head agreeably, puffing his own not overly impressive chest out as he replies, with a quick glance that includes both the massive Mazin and formidable looking Wazzock,'
"Aye, I've bloodied me axes a time or two. Course now I offer charters for the Stalkers, leaving the hunting to others. Well met, Altani. The centaurs of the Plains have fierce reputations as warriors. Simple truth it is that some of the greatest Stalkers were, and continue to be, of your people. Ye, this big one here and the half-orc over there... ye looking to make some coin, perhaps? Earn a reputation for yerselves, maybe?"
[OOC] Anyone nearby may make an insight check on the Fangstalker if they wish to, reading the spoiler below with a score of 10 or more:
DC 10:
'The man obviously puts great store in his status as a Fangstalker, since whenever he mentions the organisation he unconsciously stands up a bit straighter and pushes his chest out. It is also clear that while he eyes Altani, Mazin, Wazzock and, to a lesser extent, Alwin, with clear admiration, he seems largely dismissive of Kestrell and may not have even noticed Cinder.'
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Pyro goes over to Gibbs room to see if he's there, but seeing that he's not she will sluggishly walk down to the common room. After hearing about the body that was found, the genasi will suddenly become alert. Seeing Alwin and Kestrell at at table with some others, Pyro walks over and says,
"You found a body? This sounds like a problem that lines up with my skills, as they don't call me detective Pyro for nothing."
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Alwin just nods looking at the man inquisitively as he took in his body language “I remember he..aring about your order when I was training. When I did some research I found it remarkable that your organiza…tion and the Heartstone were founded around the same time. If you don’t mind me asking, what was the menace to the North Vast that your founders went to defeat?”
He took a quick sip trying to slow his excited speech down “As for the Elves, they forget that Elvish warrior used to number in the ranks of the Fangsta…lkers.”
Cinder, who had been quietly sitting at the table listening to this conversation, leans forward and asks, “Fangstalker Broom, what would you want us to do for you? I mean no offense, I’m just curious. I’m sure my new compatriots here,” and she’ll look around at the group, “are just as curious as me.”
Pyro goes over to Gibbs room to see if he's there, but seeing that he's not she will sluggishly walk down to the common room. After hearing about the body that was found, the genasi will suddenly become alert. Seeing Alwin and Kestrell at at table with some others, Pyro walks over and says,
"You found a body? This sounds like a problem that lines up with my skills, as they don't call me detective Pyro for nothing."
'Seeing Pyro enter the common room, Myren calls a friendly greeting while his daughter Barella begins preparing a plate of food. Barella gives the silver-eyed young woman a warm smile, though Fangstalker Broom all but ignores the diminutive newcomer.'
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Alwin just nods looking at the man inquisitively as he took in his body language “I remember he..aring about your order when I was training. When I did some research I found it remarkable that your organiza…tion and the Heartstone were founded around the same time. If you don’t mind me asking, what was the menace to the North Vast that your founders went to defeat?”
He took a quick sip trying to slow his excited speech down “As for the Elves, they forget that Elvish warrior used to number in the ranks of the Fangsta…lkers.”
'Fangstalker Broom's eye narrows at Alwin's words, before the maimed man calls out to Brenna for an ale. Turning back to the half-elven fighter, the bearded man says in a gruff voice,'
"Do I look like a bloody historian to ye? The high-ups in the capital might care about such things, but not me. Me job's to find and fund swords sharp enough to rid the kingdom of dangerous beasts and monsters. That's me job, so that's what I do. Plain and simple like.
Got gold for the clearing out of them ettercaps and griffons up in Talontop Forest, and the ogres and perytons of the Shallowcrest Hills as well. Then there's an old ruin in Thassinger Valley, about two days down the South road. Apparently gargoyles and crawlers have been bothering camping merchant caravans in that area over the last few months. 100 gold a head for these tier one bounties, verified in blood of course. The Stalkers deal in proof, not promises.
I also have a few special warrants... but, well, they're for chartered Stalker covens only. And it's the Heartstar Kingdom, by the way half-elf. Ye might want to remember that, if ye plan to live and work within the Alliance."
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Cinder, who had been quietly sitting at the table listening to this conversation, leans forward and asks, “Fangstalker Broom, what would you want us to do for you? I mean no offense, I’m just curious. I’m sure my new compatriots here,” and she’ll look around at the group, “are just as curious as me.”
'Fangstalker Broom scratches his beard, taking a long pull from the tankard Brenna hands him, while he eyes up the unarmoured tiefling, her only weapons a spear and darts. Finally he says with a low chuckle,'
"The Stalkers only hire real warriors, sorry to tell ye. That's a nice spear ye've got there and I'm sure that we could get Myren to find us a board to play on if ye want a game of darts later, but we don't waste our time with novices. Of course, the gold's the same per head no matter how many go in fer the killing, so if these others want to take ye along, that's on them, not me."
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Mazin blinks, not expecting the hostile response. "I'm sorry, I had thought you knew. Thurk requested aid when a youngling, I believe by the name of Jona, came to the inn because their kin was missing. I volunteered to help, along with these fine people." Mazin says, gesturing to the people at the table and at the bar. "We found Exbrin's body, dumped by the river near the Drake Farmhouse. Crocodiles were about to eat the body and evidence when we found it. Thurk brought Exbrin's body back to the Old Cemetary. We wish to be of assistance in finding who did this heinous act."
Mazin's ears perk up at the name Fangstalker Broom, but he does not turn away from Seargent Leetha
'Sergeant Leetha studies Mazin as he speaks, before looking around at the supportive nods of Brenna and Wazzock who are both watching the exchange carefully, though most others around the table and bar area are speaking with the Fangstalker. After a moment, the Silverstar officer nods, the lizardwoman's hand leaving the haft of her axe as her posture relaxes somewhat. Finally, Leetha says in her raspy, sibilant voice,'
"No, Thurk did not come to the Silverstar barrackss last night, nor thiss morning. But he may have gone directly to the magistratess home. The smith rarely followss protocolss, though he meanss well. If you indeed assisted in the matter of these murderss, then you have thiss oness thankss, strangerss. Thiss one had best make inquiriess with the Magistrate or try to find Thurk soon... to verify thiss report."
[OOC] Mazin and Wazzock may make an insight check to read the spoiler below with a score of 15 or more:
DC 15:
'The speed with which this woman, a militia officer no less, became so angry before calming almost as suddenly, is somewhat off-putting. While reading and interpreting the body language of unfamiliar lizardfolk is relatively difficult for you, you get the distinct impression that while sergeant Leetha is greatly bothered by the report of another murder, she is also equally upset by something else.'
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Mazin looks over the woman thoughtfully. "I apologize for being forward, but it seems you are upset about something else as well. Is it anything we should be concerned with?"
Cinder, who had been quietly sitting at the table listening to this conversation, leans forward and asks, “Fangstalker Broom, what would you want us to do for you? I mean no offense, I’m just curious. I’m sure my new compatriots here,” and she’ll look around at the group, “are just as curious as me.”
'Fangstalker Broom scratches his beard, taking a long pull from the tankard Brenna hands him, while he eyes up the unarmoured tiefling, her only weapons a spear and darts. Finally he says with a low chuckle,'
"The Stalkers only hire real warriors, sorry to tell ye. That's a nice spear ye've got there and I'm sure that we could get Myren to find us a board to play on if ye want a game of darts later, but we don't waste our time with novices. Of course, the gold's the same per head no matter how many go in fer the killing, so if these others want to take ye along, that's on them, not me."
Cinder, confused because almost everyone in this town has been extremely rude to her, controls her frustration with a moment of concentration. When she speaks, her voice is slightly less polite however. She says to Broom,
“Of course, and I’m sure killing a marsh crocodile with my bare hands isn’t even close to the level of warrior you typically hire. If you all need me, I’ll be over there.”
Standing up, Cinder nods to the rest of the table and excuses herself to go sit at the bar and makes polite conversation with Brenna.
"Did we? We heard something, not sure if it was that but it kept us on our toes" she says with a smirk.
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'At Mazin's mention of Thurk's name, the Silverstar sergeant looks over at the goliath but continues to walk towards the door... until she hears of Exbrin's murder. At that news, the armoured lizardwoman does an about face and marches up to stand tall at her full 6'6 before the Goliath, one hand resting on the handle of her weapon, the other pointing directly at Mazin's chest, as she inquires in a raspy, sibiliant but demanding tone,'
"What iss thiss you speak of? Exbrin... murdered? When and how? Hass thiss been reported to the Silverstarss? Who are you to bear thiss newss and how do you know the smith?"
'Concerned at the militia member's demanding tone and agreesive stance, Brenna puts her hands up in a calming fashion and with a reassuring smile says,'
"Peace, Sergeant Leetha. This is Mazin, a guest here at the Oak. I'm sure that he'll explain if you just give him a chance. He and some of these others left last night with Thurk after the smith asked for assistance in some matter or another."
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'As Altani is imparting her knowledge of moorcats to Kestrell, the short man with the black beard and eye-patch gets up and walks over to the centaur and her tablemates. Despite his lack of height and the fact that he approaches alone, he walks with a confident swagger, a number of small bone, ivory, hide, scale and feather tokens prominently attached to his leather jerkin, all of which he displays by removing his cloak. Now standing before Altani, the man puts one tatooed hand on the table and says after glancing at Mazin's totems and giving you all a measuring stare,'
"Sorry, couldn't help but overhear ye words. So ye know moorcats, do ye? And by the looks of them carvings, ye know marsh crocodiles as well. I seen ye all about the inn last night. Thought some of ye were with the circus, no offence. But now I'm starting to think ye might be sell-swords. Maybe just the sort of people that I'm paid to keep an eye out for. Me name's Broom by the way. Fangstalker Broom."
[OOC] Everyone nearby may make a history check (DC 10) and read the spoiler below if you get a score of 10 or more:
'Like many who live in and travel through Alliance lands, you have heard of the Fangstalkers - the reknowned monster hunter guild, whose members track and slay dangerous creatures throughout the kingdom and whose leadership offer bounties to hardy adventurers for the slaying of particular monsters. Word has it that the guild is based in Ascendrith, the Heartstar capital that sits at the centre of both Alliance territory and power.'
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Alwin just finishes his meal and grabbing his drink decides to make his way to Kestrell and Altani "Th...ank you. It's really de...licious." he says raising the glass.
As he gets to the table the man began to talk and Alwin listened taking a seat and sip of his drink as the man makes his proposal "It's always a pleasure to meet a Fangsta....lker. You all are quite ren...owned for your mon...ster hunting skills. It would be a great honor to work with you. If you think we are of the cal..iber."
[OOC] history check: 16
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"Broom, you say? Fangstalker Broom? I think I met your cousin the other day. Tuskrunner Mop. Strong fellow. Much like yourself, I suppose."
'Kestrell chuckles goodnaturedely, hoping the joke doesn't offend.'
'"Why are you paid to keep an eye out for sell-swords? And who pays you?"
Altani turns to face Broom, looking him up and down .”They call me Altani, of the Windspeaker from the Leavenwild Plains. I can see you look like a skilled hunter yourself.”
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Mazin blinks, not expecting the hostile response. "I'm sorry, I had thought you knew. Thurk requested aid when a youngling, I believe by the name of Jona, came to the inn because their kin was missing. I volunteered to help, along with these fine people." Mazin says, gesturing to the people at the table and at the bar. "We found Exbrin's body, dumped by the river near the Drake Farmhouse. Crocodiles were about to eat the body and evidence when we found it. Thurk brought Exbrin's body back to the Old Cemetary. We wish to be of assistance in finding who did this heinous act."
Mazin's ears perk up at the name Fangstalker Broom, but he does not turn away from Seargent Leetha
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'Seeing Leetha's open hostility toward Mazin, Wazzock stands from her stool at the bar, finishing her tea and placing it back on the saucer. Though she is unarmed and unarmored, she makes ready to leap in and wrestle Leetha if she should present a threat to her new found friend. Too focused on the potential danger, she doesn't pay any heed to the words of the Fangstalker.'
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'Brenna is half-watching the exchange between the prickly watch sergeant and Mazin, but smiles none the less and nods a distracted acknowledgement of Awin's compliment.
The grizzled man who identified himself as Fangstalker Broom gives a hard grin at Alwin's familiarity with his organisation, replying,'
"Yes, well the Stalkers have been around as long as the Kingdom itself, so I'm glad to hear that such capable warriors as yerselves have heard of it. If yer already slaying marsh crocodiles and considering a moorcat hunt, then aye, yer probably worth taking a punt on. Though I must admit, there ain't many stalkers with elvish blood. From what I can tell, they generally consider themselves above such things. Least the purebloods do."
'Looking at Kestrell as though largely unimpressed with both his physical appearance and comments, Fangstalker Broom spits on the inn floor, before responding,'
"Aye, very clever that. Wanna make a quip about me bristles next? Ask how I handle meself in a fight? Huh, no? Alright then.
Yer pretty enough though, so maybe I'll buy ye a drink after I'm finished talking business with these fighters."
'As Brenna stares daggers at the man for daring to spit on her floors, the Fangstalker turns away from the sparingly armed half-elf.'
'Looking the heavily armoured Altani up and down with apparent admiration, Broom nods his head agreeably, puffing his own not overly impressive chest out as he replies, with a quick glance that includes both the massive Mazin and formidable looking Wazzock,'
"Aye, I've bloodied me axes a time or two. Course now I offer charters for the Stalkers, leaving the hunting to others. Well met, Altani. The centaurs of the Plains have fierce reputations as warriors. Simple truth it is that some of the greatest Stalkers were, and continue to be, of your people. Ye, this big one here and the half-orc over there... ye looking to make some coin, perhaps? Earn a reputation for yerselves, maybe?"
[OOC] Anyone nearby may make an insight check on the Fangstalker if they wish to, reading the spoiler below with a score of 10 or more:
DC 10:
'The man obviously puts great store in his status as a Fangstalker, since whenever he mentions the organisation he unconsciously stands up a bit straighter and pushes his chest out. It is also clear that while he eyes Altani, Mazin, Wazzock and, to a lesser extent, Alwin, with clear admiration, he seems largely dismissive of Kestrell and may not have even noticed Cinder.'
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Pyro goes over to Gibbs room to see if he's there, but seeing that he's not she will sluggishly walk down to the common room. After hearing about the body that was found, the genasi will suddenly become alert. Seeing Alwin and Kestrell at at table with some others, Pyro walks over and says,
"You found a body? This sounds like a problem that lines up with my skills, as they don't call me detective Pyro for nothing."
I roll to seduce the Half-Orc.
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Alwin just nods looking at the man inquisitively as he took in his body language “I remember he..aring about your order when I was training. When I did some research I found it remarkable that your organiza…tion and the Heartstone were founded around the same time. If you don’t mind me asking, what was the menace to the North Vast that your founders went to defeat?”
He took a quick sip trying to slow his excited speech down “As for the Elves, they forget that Elvish warrior used to number in the ranks of the Fangsta…lkers.”
[OOC] insight check: 11
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Cinder, who had been quietly sitting at the table listening to this conversation, leans forward and asks, “Fangstalker Broom, what would you want us to do for you? I mean no offense, I’m just curious. I’m sure my new compatriots here,” and she’ll look around at the group, “are just as curious as me.”
'Seeing Pyro enter the common room, Myren calls a friendly greeting while his daughter Barella begins preparing a plate of food. Barella gives the silver-eyed young woman a warm smile, though Fangstalker Broom all but ignores the diminutive newcomer.'
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'Fangstalker Broom's eye narrows at Alwin's words, before the maimed man calls out to Brenna for an ale. Turning back to the half-elven fighter, the bearded man says in a gruff voice,'
"Do I look like a bloody historian to ye? The high-ups in the capital might care about such things, but not me. Me job's to find and fund swords sharp enough to rid the kingdom of dangerous beasts and monsters. That's me job, so that's what I do. Plain and simple like.
Got gold for the clearing out of them ettercaps and griffons up in Talontop Forest, and the ogres and perytons of the Shallowcrest Hills as well. Then there's an old ruin in Thassinger Valley, about two days down the South road. Apparently gargoyles and crawlers have been bothering camping merchant caravans in that area over the last few months. 100 gold a head for these tier one bounties, verified in blood of course. The Stalkers deal in proof, not promises.
I also have a few special warrants... but, well, they're for chartered Stalker covens only. And it's the Heartstar Kingdom, by the way half-elf. Ye might want to remember that, if ye plan to live and work within the Alliance."
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DM Trevails Upon the Trackless Sea
'Fangstalker Broom scratches his beard, taking a long pull from the tankard Brenna hands him, while he eyes up the unarmoured tiefling, her only weapons a spear and darts. Finally he says with a low chuckle,'
"The Stalkers only hire real warriors, sorry to tell ye. That's a nice spear ye've got there and I'm sure that we could get Myren to find us a board to play on if ye want a game of darts later, but we don't waste our time with novices. Of course, the gold's the same per head no matter how many go in fer the killing, so if these others want to take ye along, that's on them, not me."
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DM Trevails Upon the Trackless Sea
'Sergeant Leetha studies Mazin as he speaks, before looking around at the supportive nods of Brenna and Wazzock who are both watching the exchange carefully, though most others around the table and bar area are speaking with the Fangstalker. After a moment, the Silverstar officer nods, the lizardwoman's hand leaving the haft of her axe as her posture relaxes somewhat. Finally, Leetha says in her raspy, sibilant voice,'
"No, Thurk did not come to the Silverstar barrackss last night, nor thiss morning. But he may have gone directly to the magistratess home. The smith rarely followss protocolss, though he meanss well. If you indeed assisted in the matter of these murderss, then you have thiss oness thankss, strangerss. Thiss one had best make inquiriess with the Magistrate or try to find Thurk soon... to verify thiss report."
[OOC] Mazin and Wazzock may make an insight check to read the spoiler below with a score of 15 or more:
DC 15:
'The speed with which this woman, a militia officer no less, became so angry before calming almost as suddenly, is somewhat off-putting. While reading and interpreting the body language of unfamiliar lizardfolk is relatively difficult for you, you get the distinct impression that while sergeant Leetha is greatly bothered by the report of another murder, she is also equally upset by something else.'
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DM Trevails Upon the Trackless Sea
Mazin looks over the woman thoughtfully. "I apologize for being forward, but it seems you are upset about something else as well. Is it anything we should be concerned with?"
Cinder, confused because almost everyone in this town has been extremely rude to her, controls her frustration with a moment of concentration. When she speaks, her voice is slightly less polite however. She says to Broom,
“Of course, and I’m sure killing a marsh crocodile with my bare hands isn’t even close to the level of warrior you typically hire. If you all need me, I’ll be over there.”
Standing up, Cinder nods to the rest of the table and excuses herself to go sit at the bar and makes polite conversation with Brenna.
'Wazzock leans back and crosses her arms, her usual smile absent, waiting for Leetha to respond to Mazin's question.'
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'Seeing his joke was not taken well, Kestrell wisely closes his mouth and just listens.'