Kip offers an apologetic smile, "Of course, milady. Apologies." He says, red-faced as he cleans up the mess, he whispers back to the others. "Should we figure out where they all went? And by we, I guess I mean someone a bit more inconspicuous than me."
With Priscilla's antics in full swing, Leol follows the gnome and man toward the door. As they exit the front of the establishment, a shaggy-haired man and a women push past Leol entering the tavern before he can escape through the door after his quarry. This new man, wearing puckering scars across both cheeks, greets the room, "Hello and well met, you bunch of merry arseholes! I have returned to the delight of my mates and all the ladies at the Dragon!" Laughter picks up and a few pat the man on his broad shoulders as he passes. More than one serving woman rolls her eyes and shakes her head, though smiles flirt across each of their faces at the sight of him.
Only a strong attempt at will power keeps Priscilla's performance up as she kisses the man and the vile taste of him lingers on her lips. "I'll give ya more'n just a silver in the upstairs room, my little pixie!", he says.His large arm cradles the halfling close. "What'cha say darling?"
After the brief pause in chase, Leol, standing directly at the door, is able to make out the man and gnome through the panes of glass. It appears they continue to talk in the darkened street just a few feet away.
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"Sorry Luv, but this pixie requires at least 5 platinum," She says with a wink before slipping off and heading to the bar.
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She makes a safe landing and gets to the bar she hops up on the bar and smiles to the woman who greeted her. "So who was that gorgeous lady talking to the gnome and chucklehead, she looked really pretty! Is she available to talk to I wanna know some of ehr beauty secrets and maybe where she got the dress!!!"
Grykham sits at the table nursing his mug of ale and eating the food provided. He laughs at the antics of Priscilla and cringes at the noise Kip makes sneaking around.
Madame looks up from her book. From this close distance, Priscilla can see it is a book discussing the finer points of ledger keeping and inventory tracking. On an oil splattered and torn piece of pulpy paper, she has compiled lists in a blocky script with watered down ink. "I don't make it a habit of sharing my client's business with others," she says matter of factly. "And I would do the same for you. Once any one person isn't able to trust in that promise, the roof crashes upon my head, and all these girls go back to whatever hellish pit they crawled out of." Despite the words, Madame's face is hardened, not with bitterness, but with deep concern. "These girls are my responsibility, and I intend to keep them in food and shelter and out of the streets that are getting more dangerous by the night. You heard of the street fight just around the corner tonight? They," she points her deeply dimpled chin toward a few of the girls flirting with the newly arrived man, "would be out in that mess, sleeping with Gods know who and thus joining one side or another."
"So to answer your question, I don't know." She looks pointedly at the halfling.
Leol, the Gnome, and the Man outside the Tavern
Leol slips through the door and slowly meanders as the gnome and man seem to finish their discussion. "It's too late to start a journey tonight. How about at first light tomorrow we meet at the dock. Adventure awaits for no one, but the day is best served on a full night's rest and a full stomach." The gnome laughs and nudges the man. At this distance, Leol can see the hint of pointed ears on the man. Perhaps he has some fey in his ancestry.
"Not a bad idea at this hour. I'll let my sister know. Thank you for going with us." He turns, and the two seem ready to part ways here.
"I meant no offense, I also know that you have to pay the house!" She says placing the silver on the bar and smiling. She looks at the book and begins to watch.
"You know I am pretty sure Pretty Boy is good with words and numbers maybe he can help you with a look over the books!" She says not moving as she looks back at her table.
"Kip you beautiful charming man get yer tight butt over here!!" She says chuckling as she then looks back to the woman.
As the man turns to leave, he notices Leol lurking in the shadows expectantly. The man glances around the vicinity, but seeing no one but the gnome turns again to Leol. “Alright there?”
“If I find need of your friend’s services, I will let you know,” Madame shifts her weight from one foot to the other, moving her large frame laboriously. She makes no move toward the silver, but nods her head in acknowledgement to Priscilla.
“Oh sure, saw him here a few nights ago,” the man says helpfully. “My friend here was asking after his tailor.” The man turns looking for the gnome who is already moving down the wet street into the gloomy darkness of the Dock Ward.
“Roundhouse,” he called to the gnome. “This guy is looking for the guy in the purple jacket. Come back a moment.”
He turns back to Leol - “Was he supposed to meet you here tonight? I haven’t seen him since that first time.”
“After we spoke to him, another fellow came in. They played cards for a while then I saw him and his friend leave,” the man recounted.
Roundhouse added, “His friend looked as well put together as he. Tall, auburn hair. Actually they made quite the striking pair.” The gnome smiled broadly. “I remember they left and shortly afterward that group wearing dark leathers who sat by the stairs left.”
“That’s right,” the gnome’s companion pipes up. “I overheard Madame telling a few serving girls not to serve them if they ever came back - the ruffians in dark leathers, that is. They had been a bit too handsy with one of the servers I think. I wish we could tell you more. I hope you find your friend though.”
"By the Way I'm Priscilla," she says holding out her hand as she watches the bar form her perch. "I have to say this is better than some of the places around here. I could see why the girls come here, looks safe, Oh um could I get another drink, I left mine over there and its a ***** to get down and then come back over."
Madame smiles at the compliment of her establishment. “I try to make this a bit of a safe haven. I know those who live in the big estates and put on charity balls wouldn’t think running a place like this as a community service, but I’ve put my heart and a broken back into it for seven years. And I’ve seen a lot of girls move on to better jobs. Even have one in a shop in the Sea Ward now.” She purses her lips trying to hide her pride.
“Madame, everyone calls me that,” and she places a dimpled hand in Priscilla’s. Madame follows the halfling’s gesture to her abandoned ale, and the woman releases a cackling laugh. “As long as your paying I don’t care how many ales you let go flat.”
Kip offers an apologetic smile, "Of course, milady. Apologies." He says, red-faced as he cleans up the mess, he whispers back to the others. "Should we figure out where they all went? And by we, I guess I mean someone a bit more inconspicuous than me."
Corrin Kettlewhistle: Halfling Life Cleric (Curse of Strahd)
Kip Dalton: Human Lore Bard (Waterdeep Dragon Heist)
Debauchery Dalliance: Half-Drow Oath of Conquest Paladin (White Plume Mountain)
Priscilla giggles and nods."Well you are kinda big ain't ya"
Priscilla giggles and goes for the distraction.
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She climbs right up and kisses the man on the lip and while hanging opens her palm." Oh hey about that silver"
She says inwardly gagging, as well as cursing at Kip for being noticed.
With Priscilla's antics in full swing, Leol follows the gnome and man toward the door. As they exit the front of the establishment, a shaggy-haired man and a women push past Leol entering the tavern before he can escape through the door after his quarry. This new man, wearing puckering scars across both cheeks, greets the room, "Hello and well met, you bunch of merry arseholes! I have returned to the delight of my mates and all the ladies at the Dragon!" Laughter picks up and a few pat the man on his broad shoulders as he passes. More than one serving woman rolls her eyes and shakes her head, though smiles flirt across each of their faces at the sight of him.
Only a strong attempt at will power keeps Priscilla's performance up as she kisses the man and the vile taste of him lingers on her lips. "I'll give ya more'n just a silver in the upstairs room, my little pixie!", he says. His large arm cradles the halfling close. "What'cha say darling?"
After the brief pause in chase, Leol, standing directly at the door, is able to make out the man and gnome through the panes of glass. It appears they continue to talk in the darkened street just a few feet away.
Ivolyn Brun, human wizard in Lost Mine of Phandelver
"Sorry Luv, but this pixie requires at least 5 platinum," She says with a wink before slipping off and heading to the bar.
Acrobatics7
She makes a safe landing and gets to the bar she hops up on the bar and smiles to the woman who greeted her. "So who was that gorgeous lady talking to the gnome and chucklehead, she looked really pretty! Is she available to talk to I wanna know some of ehr beauty secrets and maybe where she got the dress!!!"
Grykham sits at the table nursing his mug of ale and eating the food provided. He laughs at the antics of Priscilla and cringes at the noise Kip makes sneaking around.
Priscilla and Madame and the Bar Inside
Madame looks up from her book. From this close distance, Priscilla can see it is a book discussing the finer points of ledger keeping and inventory tracking. On an oil splattered and torn piece of pulpy paper, she has compiled lists in a blocky script with watered down ink. "I don't make it a habit of sharing my client's business with others," she says matter of factly. "And I would do the same for you. Once any one person isn't able to trust in that promise, the roof crashes upon my head, and all these girls go back to whatever hellish pit they crawled out of." Despite the words, Madame's face is hardened, not with bitterness, but with deep concern. "These girls are my responsibility, and I intend to keep them in food and shelter and out of the streets that are getting more dangerous by the night. You heard of the street fight just around the corner tonight? They," she points her deeply dimpled chin toward a few of the girls flirting with the newly arrived man, "would be out in that mess, sleeping with Gods know who and thus joining one side or another."
"So to answer your question, I don't know." She looks pointedly at the halfling.
Leol, the Gnome, and the Man outside the Tavern
Leol slips through the door and slowly meanders as the gnome and man seem to finish their discussion. "It's too late to start a journey tonight. How about at first light tomorrow we meet at the dock. Adventure awaits for no one, but the day is best served on a full night's rest and a full stomach." The gnome laughs and nudges the man. At this distance, Leol can see the hint of pointed ears on the man. Perhaps he has some fey in his ancestry.
"Not a bad idea at this hour. I'll let my sister know. Thank you for going with us." He turns, and the two seem ready to part ways here.
((Leol make a stealth check please.))
Ivolyn Brun, human wizard in Lost Mine of Phandelver
"I meant no offense, I also know that you have to pay the house!" She says placing the silver on the bar and smiling. She looks at the book and begins to watch.
"You know I am pretty sure Pretty Boy is good with words and numbers maybe he can help you with a look over the books!" She says not moving as she looks back at her table.
"Kip you beautiful charming man get yer tight butt over here!!" She says chuckling as she then looks back to the woman.
As the man turns to leave, he notices Leol lurking in the shadows expectantly. The man glances around the vicinity, but seeing no one but the gnome turns again to Leol. “Alright there?”
Ivolyn Brun, human wizard in Lost Mine of Phandelver
“If I find need of your friend’s services, I will let you know,” Madame shifts her weight from one foot to the other, moving her large frame laboriously. She makes no move toward the silver, but nods her head in acknowledgement to Priscilla.
Ivolyn Brun, human wizard in Lost Mine of Phandelver
“Oh sure, saw him here a few nights ago,” the man says helpfully. “My friend here was asking after his tailor.” The man turns looking for the gnome who is already moving down the wet street into the gloomy darkness of the Dock Ward.
“Roundhouse,” he called to the gnome. “This guy is looking for the guy in the purple jacket. Come back a moment.”
He turns back to Leol - “Was he supposed to meet you here tonight? I haven’t seen him since that first time.”
Ivolyn Brun, human wizard in Lost Mine of Phandelver
“After we spoke to him, another fellow came in. They played cards for a while then I saw him and his friend leave,” the man recounted.
Roundhouse added, “His friend looked as well put together as he. Tall, auburn hair. Actually they made quite the striking pair.” The gnome smiled broadly. “I remember they left and shortly afterward that group wearing dark leathers who sat by the stairs left.”
“That’s right,” the gnome’s companion pipes up. “I overheard Madame telling a few serving girls not to serve them if they ever came back - the ruffians in dark leathers, that is. They had been a bit too handsy with one of the servers I think. I wish we could tell you more. I hope you find your friend though.”
Ivolyn Brun, human wizard in Lost Mine of Phandelver
"By the Way I'm Priscilla," she says holding out her hand as she watches the bar form her perch. "I have to say this is better than some of the places around here. I could see why the girls come here, looks safe, Oh um could I get another drink, I left mine over there and its a ***** to get down and then come back over."
Madame smiles at the compliment of her establishment. “I try to make this a bit of a safe haven. I know those who live in the big estates and put on charity balls wouldn’t think running a place like this as a community service, but I’ve put my heart and a broken back into it for seven years. And I’ve seen a lot of girls move on to better jobs. Even have one in a shop in the Sea Ward now.” She purses her lips trying to hide her pride.
“Madame, everyone calls me that,” and she places a dimpled hand in Priscilla’s. Madame follows the halfling’s gesture to her abandoned ale, and the woman releases a cackling laugh. “As long as your paying I don’t care how many ales you let go flat.”
Ivolyn Brun, human wizard in Lost Mine of Phandelver