"Oh! My my there's some sass in this one! Well now let me see, " he thinks for a minute, "the name does not appear in my recent memory m'lady. Is there anything distinguishing about the person that I may remember?" He smiles at Adva.
“Not really,” she shrugs, “The only thing we know is that ‘he’s got more beauty than brains’. He hangs out with a shady wizard who goes by Volothamp Geddarm. I guess the old man left him at the tavern down the road the other night and hasn’t heard from him since.”
"Hmmm, old Volo you say hmmm? . . . beauty . . . tavern down the road, hmmm . . . it's possible I did see your friend, but I prefer not to get involved." He turns away and begins looking through his wares abruptly.
Garona grabs Xolobob by the scruff and breathes deeply into his face snarling with her tusks brushing his cheek. "I suggest you loosen your lips pipsqueak!"
"Alright, alright!" Pleads the gnome, "I'm not sure if it was him, but a man such as the one ye described and a well-dressed fellow of similar appearance and bearing were jumped outside the shop by rough-looking men in black leather armor. There were several, perhaps five attackers, but none of them looked familiar to me. One of them had a black tattoo of a winged snake on his neck. That's all I know I swear!" The old gnome finishes with a look of disdain, "ma'am your breathe, can I interest you in some mints from the Isle of Malzaban. They are said to mask any smell?"
“Well! I think we all got what we needed. Unless, Garona, you saw something else that peaked your interest?” She says with a smug look on her face directed at the gnome.
The gnome looks at Garona with disgust, "Here take them," he holds out a small pouch, " you'll thank me if you run into anyone with a keen sense of smell. And don't forget to tell everyone that Xolobob's is the place to come for exotic wares!" He begins ushering you out and before you know it you're outside on the street and the door slams behind you.
“So, we’re looking for a guy with a neck tattoo. Sounds easy enough...” Adva trails off as another thought hits her, “Wait, do you guys remember any of those thugs in the alley having a tattoo like that? Coro, you got kind of close - did you see anything?”
Continuing on you soon find yourselves at the Skewered Dragon. The place looks like a ruin. Both of its front-facing windows are smashed, and a ship’s anchor is lodged in the roof. Through the windows, you can see a group of haggard patrons drinking from huge tankards. You stand just outside the doors.
Garona grunts "let's fan out in different parts of the tavern, get a drink and keep your ears to the ground. When you see me at the bar eating bat wings join me to discuss what interesting things were discovered. "
The gnome continues squinting at Coro for a few moments before smiling and taking the dragons.
He then turns to Adva. "Sorry miss, what was it you asked about earlier? Floob something or other?"
“Floon.” She says curtly. “You heard of him?”
"Oh! My my there's some sass in this one! Well now let me see, " he thinks for a minute, "the name does not appear in my recent memory m'lady. Is there anything distinguishing about the person that I may remember?" He smiles at Adva.
“Not really,” she shrugs, “The only thing we know is that ‘he’s got more beauty than brains’. He hangs out with a shady wizard who goes by Volothamp Geddarm. I guess the old man left him at the tavern down the road the other night and hasn’t heard from him since.”
"Hmmm, old Volo you say hmmm? . . . beauty . . . tavern down the road, hmmm . . . it's possible I did see your friend, but I prefer not to get involved." He turns away and begins looking through his wares abruptly.
Garona grabs Xolobob by the scruff and breathes deeply into his face snarling with her tusks brushing his cheek. "I suggest you loosen your lips pipsqueak!"
"Alright, alright!" Pleads the gnome, "I'm not sure if it was him, but a man such as the one ye described and a well-dressed fellow of similar appearance and bearing were jumped outside the shop by rough-looking men in black leather armor. There were several, perhaps five attackers, but none of them looked familiar to me. One of them had a black tattoo of a winged snake on his neck. That's all I know I swear!" The old gnome finishes with a look of disdain, "ma'am your breathe, can I interest you in some mints from the Isle of Malzaban. They are said to mask any smell?"
Garona loosens her grip and then releases the gnome. "I ain't buying no mints. "
“Well! I think we all got what we needed. Unless, Garona, you saw something else that peaked your interest?” She says with a smug look on her face directed at the gnome.
The gnome looks at Garona with disgust, "Here take them," he holds out a small pouch, " you'll thank me if you run into anyone with a keen sense of smell. And don't forget to tell everyone that Xolobob's is the place to come for exotic wares!" He begins ushering you out and before you know it you're outside on the street and the door slams behind you.
“So, we’re looking for a guy with a neck tattoo. Sounds easy enough...” Adva trails off as another thought hits her, “Wait, do you guys remember any of those thugs in the alley having a tattoo like that? Coro, you got kind of close - did you see anything?”
"I did see some markings, but.... the blood made it hard to see exactly what it was"
Continuing on you soon find yourselves at the Skewered Dragon. The place looks like a ruin. Both of its front-facing windows are smashed, and a ship’s anchor is lodged in the roof. Through the windows, you can see a group of haggard patrons drinking from huge tankards. You stand just outside the doors.
“What’s the game plan here you guys?” Adva looks at Coro and Garona intently.
Garona grunts "let's fan out in different parts of the tavern, get a drink and keep your ears to the ground. When you see me at the bar eating bat wings join me to discuss what interesting things were discovered. "
After agreeing on a plan, the adventurers enter the Skewered Dragon and attempt to mingle among the dock workers . . .
Everyone roll a 1d20
15
9
20