Torben nods at the wounded man, seeming unconcerned - though not callously so. Indeed. Some folks defeated the Demon lords below. Though the only name I remember of their ilk was a Dwarf named Evrik. Though I heard they had a rogue, a warrior, and a cowardly sort with 'em. Picked up a bugbear wizard or caster on the way. Can you believe it? A wizard... bugbear! Of all things! Torben laughed a bit overly loud but it was clear his mirth was sincere. That's Akin to a Goliath being a rogue! Shaking his head more, as a smile permeated his face.
After he calms down, ans Salazar asks his questions, this actually manages to get the Innkeep to pause from his otherwise fastidious duties. A few barmaids coming out and spreading Cider to the former prisoners. And having some idle small talk. Hmm... Well Last I heard Master Sildar was holed up with the Town-master helping him with duties while attending to his own personal business. And Quellin is probably at his farm near the forests edge, not that he can grow any crops right now. And nary a moment passes before Torben is pulled into the secretive huddle, giving an annoyed huff at the forced position and was about to pull away when Salazars followup.. and finances hit the table. With a short cough and a discrete slide, Torben nods, whispering back. Indeed, that can be arranged. But what do you mean the 'brand' situ... Ah... AH.... Oh..... Really? it has? his voice slipping a little higher as each epiphonic hits him though never goes beyond a loud whisper. It's clear he wants to push more out of you but... after a moment of mental struggle, manages to keep himself professional and goes back to his usual duties. Telling the bar wenches to fetch some spare clothes from his home nearby. They all rush out to do just that, at a casual pace.
While all this is going on, Rose (as I will be addressing you throughout the game, lol) would notice the faintest translucent halo-aura around Lark, matching one around herself. It was Selune's way of telling her something. However, the same aura was not seen around the Scholar and Cleric. His was normal, as was everyone else's within the tavern. It seemed as though not everyone here was part of her plan. And the sense that others were to join tugged at the back of the Halflings mind.
Throughout the trek to the inn, and town, no brand presence had been noted. Nor did it feel as if you were being watched. If anything, the towns light had warmed a bit. Some of those who had been there had left, and new customers came in. None of them seemed particularly special. The former prisoners seemed less chilled as they warmed themselves by the fire. Their shivers had slimmed to nothing, and they seemed to relax. Carp Alderleaf, the halfling boy had fallen asleep. The other two children had also huddled together and passed out. The only one remaining conscious was the Townmasters wife. She sipped on her drink casually, waiting for Salazar and Co's business to be done patiently.
Droop had taken to wandering the edges, and speaking to random customers though clearly with the terror written in his eyes that they would strike him at any moment.
Before Toblen departs for business, Salazar makes sure to part company on the back of an appreciative smile. His buisness thus concluded for the time being, the scholar takes a seat beside the townmaster's wife with only the intention of truly warming up for the first time. And yet...
"... I want to apologize about before. Back in the cell. For the sake of the mission, I had to be cruel when it came to removing you all, least those two tormentors start questioning one too many things." Salazar asks while giving the wife a sidelong look. "But it is no excuse to have added to your woes. I... can only hope you can forgive us someday." He looks back to the fire and bows his head slightly at that. A smile briefly graces the corner of his lips just before saying, "Forgive me as well for not asking your name before this. That was rather rude of me. The name is Salazar. Salazar Falone of Candlekeep." Salazar says, and holds out a hand to shake. If the motion alone causes her to start, or if she appeared unnerved at all, he pulls back with an apologetic smile, knowing her previous treatment by her captors to be the cause.
Whether his words are well-received or not, Salazar only stays on the main floor for a half hour more before the tug of sleep starts gnawing him. "Trusting" Lark to keep from getting in further trouble, the Scholar takes one last look at the general area's occupants at large, seeking for something or someone, but... not understanding why. Ultimately, he seeks out Toblen once more just to pass along a wish for him to redirect in non-redbrand travelers that looked like promising adventuring or mercernary types his or Sildar's way for work.
Lark, content to let the events unfold as they may, begins to feel the tug of exhaustion. Sitting at a table near the fire, idly listening to Salazar and Harbin's wife, his eyes begin slowly close. Jerking awake a few times, and glancing around suddenly alert for danger, Lark slowly succumbs to sleep. His snores occasionally interrupted by a mumbled, "not on my watch"or "Elves don't even like cake" Lark will slumber until we decide to leave.
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Rose watches Salazar curiously for a few minutes, before focusing back on Lark who has fallen asleep. She looks at Larks aurs content in the knowledge her instincts were correct again and that Selûne had guided her for a reason. She turns her focus back to the room, no one else seemed to have a matching Aura, but as far as she knew this was the only Inn in town. So she would wait for the other to show.
In the mean time she would watch the door and keep and eye on the children to make sure they were okay. Taking a blanket out from her pack, she would place it over them to help them keep warm and comfortable before sitting back down and waiting.
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Trisha looks at Salazar through her hair, giving her the ability to see him while her own gaze was mostly hidden itself. She did not shy away, nor did she scootch closer. She simply sipped on her cider. I fully understand. she said rather flatly as he continued. Her posture didn't change, where she was huddled in rags, though the Bar wenches came back at some point during the exchange and handed her a change of clothes. No one recognizing the woman yet. For now, she lay them beside herself. Knee's drawn close. Several minutes passing before she finally stood up. Taking the offered hand but with the opposite hand she was supposed to. Raising her hand and striking Salazar flatly across his cheek for 7 points of non-damage. I forgive you. Now. My name is Trisha Wester. Wife of Harbin Wester. Thank you for saving us. Now leave me alone. it was clear she had been holding that in for a while.
Long enough for everyone to be saved. After that, she knelt down and picked up her new attire, heading to the back, trusting enough that Salazar and co wouldn't do anything to the kids after having just saved them.
Salazar eventually retiring to his room to rest. Lark, finally succumbing to his exhaustion, though unfortunately in the lobby area. The rest of the time went on uneventfully, aside from a few customers shuffling inside and out. Rose had chosen 'first watch' and watched the comings and goings of the establishment, with the children sleeping heavily under blankets near the warm fire.
Torben occasionally refreshing the supply of fuel. Eventually the place wound down, and Torben as well as the other workers began their preparations to fall in for the night. After havign received so much from Salazar earlier, he didn't argue allowing the Halfling to stay, even giving her the last scraps of food that had been prepared, instead of simply throwing them out. there overnight either. The night itself was quiet. The crackle of the fire eventually smoldering, and sputtering into embers as darkness fell on the inn.
Morning came, and the place picked up once more. The workers shuffling to be about their duties. Torben making sure that Salazar, and Lark, and the Children were undisturbed. The townmasters wife hadn't been seen the rest of that time aside from having left the establishment, whispering something into Torbens ear before departing. Whole the inn always smelled of food, whether fresh and cooking or lingering from earlier, the food being prepared today smelled over-flowingly so. During this time, Rose had been doing whatever she had been doing. Torben letting her in on the fact he was preparing a small feast for the 'Heroes' and their charges.
By the time Salazar or Lark awaken, the Inn is full except for a set of tables and chairs that had been set near the kitchen. No one else sat there, except Sildar. The Townmaster. And his Wife, Trisha.
The table itself was overflowing with meat and vegetables. Sitting at the innkeeps bar was Quelline Alderleaf, holding his son on his lap in a hug. Everyone looking expectantly on the stairs leading to the rooms, though a few eyes remained on Lark, whom now had an invading head -Droops- laying on him, snoring soundly. Pressed close but not uncomfortably so.
Lark will wake and look around confused. Suddenly remembering the events of the previous few days, he will examine the goblin now sleeping on his chest. Slowly, he will try to extricate himself with minimal disturbance to Droop.
Standing up, Lark stretches and noticing the Town Councilor had joined his wife, will shoot a questioning look at Rose (assuming that Salazar is not present ATM) but seeing their lack of panic calms him almost immediately. He looks around the busy inn and notices Quellin.
"Dear friend, I see you have found your boy. I am happy for your reunion." Lark's smile splits his face in half and he is caught in a moment of reflection about a sense of family that he never knew. Thinking of Salazar and the late Alynoa, he feels like maybe that sensation will continue to evade him. There is something to this new halfling though, a sense of kinship not readily explained. "This will no doubt require further exploration," Lark thinks to himself.
He moves across the room to join the table set aside, suddenly overtaken by hunger. Hoping for some sort of revelry, but apt to match the mood of the table, Lark sits and lacking the usual civilized table manners, begins to scoop heaping mounds of the various foods on his trencher. If anyone eyes him questioningly, he will offer a portion of whatever is closest to them. Without further interference he will begin, what can only be described as, shoveling the food into his mouth. Pausing occasionally to gulp some water and offer an appreciative thumbs up to Torben. After a few gluttonous moments, Lark finishes and wipes his mouth with his sleeve.
"Master Salazar sleeps still?" He asks of no one in particular.
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Rose helped Torben as much as she could once he mentioned setting up a feast for the others though mostly she tried to stay out of everyone's way. One preperation was complete she took a seat by the bar, keeping an eye on Lark but also on the door anytime someone came in, each time getting a little excited but then calming down when it wasn't the right person. When Lark wakes up and starts eating Rose can't help but chuckle at the sight. This one could eat a lot and fast! When he poses the question to the room she replies "It would seem that way yes. Your friend looked like he could use the rest, so no one wanted to disturb him. I'm sure, when he is ready, he will want to speak with you."
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Wounded and tired as he was, Salazar could'ved avoided the slap altogether. While no fighter, if there is one thing the skirmishes over the past few days alone had taught and ingrained in the scholar, it's how to remain alert keep up the guard. For to do less would lead only to one end. He fails to avoid it, and is left with a crimson reminder for the next few hours. By the time he shakes off enough of the daze to speak, she's gone, leaving him rubbing his cheek and softly sighing. "Better me than herself." He mutters before eventually taking his leave for rest.
His time apart is anything but restful. When nightmares didn't dog his sleep, the brief moments of peace are always intruded upon by a determined angel guide, and their advice for the future. Advice the scholar for once actively tried to push from mind, denying the whole point of his journey. Yet as time went by and the cycle continued, the restlessness gave way once a vague solution came to mind...
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Salazar refrains from going down stairs immediately upon awakening to the world. Rather he set his focus on analyzing the staff taken back from Alynoa with the aid of Professor Thadeus. (Arcana: 21 (using the Orb, essentially)). Whether he discovers a complete answer, or just part of it from the Orb, the scholar sat there staring at the staff for a good while, delaying the inevitable.
"Wh-what's all this then?" Some people perhaps hear before they see the scholar due to one distraction or another in the process of waiting. When his eyes fall on Trisha, he winces, appearing uncertain about taking the next few steps. Not from any remembered pain, but a remembered wish of the woman. 'She's here though, so... it doesn't matter. No more outright running away anymore'He thought, stood up straighter, and strode forth to take a seat across from Sildar, or as close to it without getting too close to Trisha.
"G-good morning, also. I suppose.. ahem... mn... Things seem almost festive here. Safe to assume then that... news has spread?" He asked in a faux casual way, but side eyes Toblen and Lark. Rosa gets a double take, but he soon enough brushes aside her presence to focus back on Sildar and the rest.
When an opportune time presents itself, Lark will sidle up to the Townmaster.
"Good Master Harbin, It fills my tiny heart with much joy to see you reunited with your gallant wife. She possesses a spirit most formidable, Im sure you are aware," Lark laughs. "If it is not beyond my station to recommend to your service our fair Droop here, I would deign to do so. I have seen many of our kind possessing a veritable mean streak that is vacant in this one, and I imagine any situation devoid of tasting a long-dead rat's nether regions would be an improvement." Lowering his voice to conspiratorial levels, Lark adds, "It will paint you in a most charitable light and as wise men say 'to bring forwards past grievances is folly, but to forgive and forget is wisdom'"
After hearing Harbin's response (and probably Trisha's too lol) Lark will return to sitting by Salazar and Rose.
"Have you ever heard the tale of the Clever Crow," he asks to no one in particular. "A crow was dying of thirst. Far from home and any known water, he alighted upon a old fence post. There he spied a pitcher by the gravel path near the fence. Investigating further he discover a bit of water at the bottom. Alas, try as he might he could not reach the water, his head was too big for the pitcher. Distraught he resigned himself to the waiting arms of death. But a thought struck him and he picked up a pebble from the path and dropped it into the pitcher. He dropped a second pebble in, then a third and fourth. Pretty soon the pitcher was full of pebbles that pushed the water up enough to drink and save his life."
"We can change the way things are, little by little. Droop here is the first of many pebbles for me."He smiles up at both of his companions.
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(Rose is not actually sitting at the fast table so,) From the opposite side of the room Rose claps at the end of the story with perhaps a bit too much excitement.
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As Lark escapes the clutches of Droop, Droop's head hits the floor like a rock, but it does not wake him. A small thud echoing in the immediate area. Quellin Alderleaf, the Farmhand nods in Larks direction, still chuckling from the way droop slept most literally like a rock. Indeed friend! Indeed. And I believe I have you and your friends to thank. WHile I don't have much I can offer in the form of a reward, I will allow you folks to use my fields bounty whenever you wish. So long as you only take what you need so as to not put me out of business! he says, giving Lark the 'Stern old man' look, which looked hilarious coming from such a small creature. After several long moments, his face breaks and both him and Carm, as well as the others gathered at the table share in a group chuckle.
The gathered, including Torben marveling at how Lark became the very picture of a glutton for several minutes, and shared in a smirk at the idea of a Gluttonous Goblin beneath a mountain with some halflings nearby. Indeed, it is as the halfling says. We did not wish to disturb the poor man. Torben tells us he looked quite assailed. Sildar says, looking like he felt sorry for the man even though he wasn't there presently. Though the Townmasters wife seemed less concerned. It's around this time the children come out from around the back, everyone having not noticed they had been missing. And while they weren't jovial due to the loss of their families, they did seem in better spirits as they joined the tables and began to eat. Ignoring everyone else as children are wont to do, rather than them doing so out of negativity or any such similar thing. Though a small smile seemed to creep onto their features... Ah.. youth...
The other patrons sitting at other tables have also been served but clearly they were told not to join the feast itself as they seemed to have their own dishes, they seemed no less jovial but they also seemed to be waiting for something.
As Salazar looks onto the staff with the orb floating close by, offering hints and tips, It finally reaches a conclusion: By Jove! This staff is magical in nature! Even it's components. It truly is a steel staff, but magicked to look and SOUND like glass! I suppose that's why they called him "Glass Staff" hmm? Oh indeed..? Indeed?! INDUBITABLY! It would seem attuning to this weapon provides you with a defensive aura making you harder to hit! And apparently.. it has a single charge of MAGE ARMOR upon it. Though i cannot tell if it is replenishable or not... But by golly this is an amazing weapon! You would be the rival of any academy should you come bearing this!
Tis a celebration for your deeds. Word has spread throughout Phandalin that you slew the redbrands. We even hear you defeated Glasstaff with a single blow! A feat we would not have considered possible! But to not only do that but slay them all on top of it by turning them against one another?! Truly you are heroes of some prowess. We are blessed to have been graced by yours and Master Larks presence. Though it seems the Lady Alyn didn't make it back. I'm sure 'things happened' that could not be controlled. the townmaster said, and the 'things happen' didn't seem accusatory, rather a 'even the best plans fall through somewhere' sort of comment.
Torben not respondign to the look and his face 6 was a pokerface. as he continued cleaning dishes as they were brought to him.
Trisha flushes at the praise for several reasons, as does Harbin, who's face is red all over suddenly, though beneath his eyes was the reddest. It seems he was suffering simultaneously from two feelings, one from earlier and the other in response to larks comments. S-She is quite the firebrand, yes. I was just so overjoyed to see her lastnight.He was crying like a newborn babe when he saw me. It only made me love him more. And we caught up on lost time. Her candor making Harbin look like a beet and cease talking for the moment. Putting his face down to hide it as he gathered himself to recompose.
This drawing a smirk from everyone in the room OI! Looks like Ol' 'arbin churned the butter lastnight! a random patron said, drawing a flush and a smirk from Trisha, who seemed less bothered by it than Harbin. Clearly she had more confidence than he did. Everyone in the room sharing a raucous laugh, which finally woke Droop up. Droop, smelling the food, seemed to lose all inhibitions just as Lark was trying to butter him up just at the tail end of his story. Droop jumped to the table and almost mimicked what Lark himself had done before. Scarfing down food , before giving himself a satisfied bellyrub. Fooah.... Dat was delicious... he said, sitting with his eyes closed.
Harbin, finally recovering from the teasing, and having listened to Larks story looks at Droop. A bit of a wary expression crosses his face, but fades after he looks at Lark again, and recalls the story from moments ago, as well as Larks prior comments of placidity. And sighs, but smiles. His face having returned to a 'high blood pressure' look of faded red.
Hmm. I will see if I can find a solid posting for him within my office - Your story has a good moral to it. I could use a gopher.the phrase making Droop look at Harbin confusedly But I'm a Goblin! I can't become a gopher!I... It's a phrase Droop. Not meant to be taken Literally.... Another chuckle rises from the crowd.
A-Anyway.. We must thank you all again. Our coffers are low currently due to the redbrands extortion. Though I WILL make sure to reward you should you take care of the issue involving the Orcs as well. But for now, We have decided that we can reward you by giving you the deed to Tresendar Manor. The Massive house on the hill. I'm sure you've seen it. Aside from a little disrepair on one side, the manor is otherwise unscrupulously in good condition. And We will have our towns carpenter get to working on the damage for you. At no cost to you, of course. I have also spoken to the shopkeepers here in town, and they have agreed to give you a fifty-percent discount on ALL purchases. Rounded UP, of course.
While we may yet be a small town, your elimination of those thugs... has finally given us the chance to grow.
Immediately after everyone's response to the above, the door bursts in, and a female elf comes running through it. Hello? Has anyone seen Alynoa? I tasked her qith a request and.. I heard her party had returned but I have yet to see her...
"If such were an interest, yes. And assuming it can replenish itself. Otherwise, it is little better than a trophy... One better suited for other hands." Salazar confesses as much before losing himself in thought.
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'30/70 odds in Lark's favor then'Salazar thought as he looked at Torben, having allowed his thoughts to wander for while. Returning his attention back to the Townmaster and everyone else, Salazar kept his expression neutral throughout much of the praise. In spite of the well meaning behind it, too many things had gone wrong in the end to simply accept it out of hand. But, he would not go out of his way to spoil the mood either, be it in expression or words. Not yet, at least. Not if he could help it. But following Lark's story about the Crow, Salazar gets a really thoughtful look on his face once more...
As the discussion turns towards taking over the manor, Salazar's eyes grow wide for a fraction of a second before resuming their usual calm. "Whenever the Tresendar project should start, I would like to be notified. There is yet one danger that lurks beneath it, and I would see the way from manor to it at least sealed while under my personal guard. If that is alright."Even if faced with confusion over the request, Salazar looks to Lark, "Speaking of rewards... sort of... Mn -- point is, I have something for you, Mr. Lark."He'd start to say. Before he can get in further into explaining things, seeing the elven woman burst in with questions, Salazar's mask of calm cracks ever so slightly. After sharing a quick look with Lark, he stands up and approaches the woman. "The name is Salazar. Salazar Falone, of Candlekeep... and one of those party members. I... might I speak privately with you?" He requests, and if accepted, leads her to either a secluded corner of the main room, or upstairs to his own.
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Lark's face becomes a mask of solemnity as the elvish woman queries about Alynoa. Grateful that Salazar made the move to her first, he turns his attention back to the festivities.
"Master Harbin, if you would kindly indulge my curiosity; What is the story of the manor..Tresendar was it? I am sure I speak for all of us when I say that this reward was unexpected, but a welcome one. After the light of Lathander sets on our journey, nothing would please me more than to retire here and write my story." Lark will listen intently to whatever tale they are willing to share. "Lady Rose, what of you? Where does the road take you?
"How about it then? Would you like a poem or maybe a silly song to pass the time?" He says in an earnest attempt to entertain the tavern crowds. "I know a one about a table and chair that wanted to fly."
Rose looks to Lark then back over to the door of the inn. Grabbing her holy symbol she waits a few moments before turning back to Lark. "It would seem my path has lead me here, and I expect to be in town for some time though I'm not sure how long. While I'm here, I would gladly assist you with this orc problem if you would have me."
Oh indeed. We shall inform you, but what could be beneath Tresendar manor that would needs be sealed in.. or.. out? Harbin asks curiously at Salazars statement, just moments before Lark asked more about its history. Oh well Tresendar Manor was one of the first buildings built here in Phandalin, and was a sign of the regions prosperity in better times. There used to be a pact involving Phandelver and some other place. Between the Dwarves, the Humans, and the Halflings. It's essentially a historical monument, but one no one felt they deserved when the town was rebuilt. But as the Heroes of the town, it seems only right that it belong to you folks. And to the bets of our knowledge, the Tresendar bloodline is no more. All that remains are the skeletons in their tombs.. may their souls rest in peace, undisturbed, and unassailed... But the entirety of the property would belong to you, cellar and all. And we'd love to have a one of the heroes of the town settle in and live here. We would be honored to have you.
The elvan woman looking to Salazar with a mix of curiosity, and concern as Salazar led her away from the festivities, wondering what he could possibly need to say....
As all of this is going on, the sounds of dragging can be heard outside. Casually strolling through the Taverns doors, with the corpse of a bear dragging behind him.... And the light of Selune glowing around his aura, even if only one person could see it.
Rose looks excitedly at the door as she hears someone starting to enter as she has up until now. Once she notices the glow she beems with excitment and looks back to Lark with a big smile on her face. She then looks over to where Salazar had left with the women, her smile slowly turns to a frown and she thinks upon him. Rose gets up and walks over to Lark, if there is a free seat she sits down next to him, if not she continues to stand.
"Your friend is quite brave and selfless, though clearly troubled."
Roe looks back to the newcomer, her smile slowly returning as she observes him and waits to see what he does.
"But I'm sure he will be fine, in his own time. Selûne guides us each to where we need to be, even if we don't realize it. The roads may be dangerous and bumpy along the way, but as long as we follow her light we always get where we are going."
The last of sentence seems to be spoken more to herself than to Lark or anyone else, her eyes firmly fixed on the newcomer, a look of excitment painted across her face.
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Either due to the elven woman recent entry or taking using Lark's questioning as an excuse to delay answering, Harbin is left without an immediate answer about the danger lurking below. Salazar would tell though... Eventually. But in any event, once taken up stairs he offers her a seat in some side table, if not on the bed before solemnly recounting the end of Alynoa. To his credit, he tries not to be cavalier about it, and even confesses having been knocked out prior to her being engaged by one of the bugbears. For all the compassion he showed throughout the telling, a part of Salazar cannot shake the need to pay close attention to how the words were affecting her. Although the odds were low, if the woman before him was merely trying to take advantage of the parties grief... in either case, he would ask, "Forgive me, but... what was your relationship to her?"
After successfully navigating the bear over the lip of the doorway, the one dragging it finally turns around to face the no doubt onlooking the crowd of people. Even hunched slightly over as he was, the giant of a man's helmeted head nearly brushed against the ceiling. It is near impossible to see his face due to the same helmet; which much like the rest of the iron armor covering his form is reminiscent of those worn by more northerner folk, what with the thick furs for a cloak but lack of other adornments aside from runes. A metal shield is strapped to one arm, and a wicked looking flail hooked and coiled at his side. As much as skin hidden, there could be no denying the man had bulk when it came to muscles just given how casually he dragged in the bear. And last, but not least, are intricrate runes carved not only in the armor, but shield as well.
Just as others looked at him, he casually scanned the room in fool before his attention settles back on the pair of goblins. He says nothing, and after a long, tense silence turns towards the rest (or Torben, if behind the bar). "Lively, this place is. A good thing, I think. But a kitchen, I need. Where is owner, Paavu asks?"He asks in a deep, gravelly tone and somewhat broken common.
Lark's smile seems a little forced during the history lesson on Tresendar Manor. "Hear Hear, may they rest..uhh undisturbed."
"I would gladly have you with us on this quest, and pray we find a better second act than....NINE HELLS, it's an ogre." The reaction interrupting the response to Rose's offer.
Lark's blood runs a little cold under the intense scrutiny of man, though the lack of any real censorship of his own thoughts, causes him to blurt out, "Is that your pet? I've heard of Dragon Turtles, but this is first draggin' bear I've seen."Lark looks around beaming at his own joke.
"Rose, what are you are smiling about? They look scary, even more so than Salazar's wings." Lark slides off the bench and slowly approaches the newcomer, hands out and visibly empty. "Fair tidings. Paavu is it? I am Lark the poet. We have a bit of food here if you would like to break bread with us. As you can tell by my rosy cheeked companions complexion, we believe our paths to be parallel."
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Torben nods at the wounded man, seeming unconcerned - though not callously so. Indeed. Some folks defeated the Demon lords below. Though the only name I remember of their ilk was a Dwarf named Evrik. Though I heard they had a rogue, a warrior, and a cowardly sort with 'em. Picked up a bugbear wizard or caster on the way. Can you believe it? A wizard... bugbear! Of all things! Torben laughed a bit overly loud but it was clear his mirth was sincere. That's Akin to a Goliath being a rogue! Shaking his head more, as a smile permeated his face.
After he calms down, ans Salazar asks his questions, this actually manages to get the Innkeep to pause from his otherwise fastidious duties. A few barmaids coming out and spreading Cider to the former prisoners. And having some idle small talk. Hmm... Well Last I heard Master Sildar was holed up with the Town-master helping him with duties while attending to his own personal business. And Quellin is probably at his farm near the forests edge, not that he can grow any crops right now. And nary a moment passes before Torben is pulled into the secretive huddle, giving an annoyed huff at the forced position and was about to pull away when Salazars followup.. and finances hit the table. With a short cough and a discrete slide, Torben nods, whispering back. Indeed, that can be arranged. But what do you mean the 'brand' situ... Ah... AH.... Oh..... Really? it has? his voice slipping a little higher as each epiphonic hits him though never goes beyond a loud whisper. It's clear he wants to push more out of you but... after a moment of mental struggle, manages to keep himself professional and goes back to his usual duties. Telling the bar wenches to fetch some spare clothes from his home nearby. They all rush out to do just that, at a casual pace.
While all this is going on, Rose (as I will be addressing you throughout the game, lol) would notice the faintest translucent halo-aura around Lark, matching one around herself. It was Selune's way of telling her something. However, the same aura was not seen around the Scholar and Cleric. His was normal, as was everyone else's within the tavern. It seemed as though not everyone here was part of her plan. And the sense that others were to join tugged at the back of the Halflings mind.
Throughout the trek to the inn, and town, no brand presence had been noted. Nor did it feel as if you were being watched. If anything, the towns light had warmed a bit. Some of those who had been there had left, and new customers came in. None of them seemed particularly special. The former prisoners seemed less chilled as they warmed themselves by the fire. Their shivers had slimmed to nothing, and they seemed to relax. Carp Alderleaf, the halfling boy had fallen asleep. The other two children had also huddled together and passed out. The only one remaining conscious was the Townmasters wife. She sipped on her drink casually, waiting for Salazar and Co's business to be done patiently.
Droop had taken to wandering the edges, and speaking to random customers though clearly with the terror written in his eyes that they would strike him at any moment.
Occassional Dungeon Master.
Before Toblen departs for business, Salazar makes sure to part company on the back of an appreciative smile. His buisness thus concluded for the time being, the scholar takes a seat beside the townmaster's wife with only the intention of truly warming up for the first time. And yet...
"... I want to apologize about before. Back in the cell. For the sake of the mission, I had to be cruel when it came to removing you all, least those two tormentors start questioning one too many things." Salazar asks while giving the wife a sidelong look. "But it is no excuse to have added to your woes. I... can only hope you can forgive us someday." He looks back to the fire and bows his head slightly at that. A smile briefly graces the corner of his lips just before saying, "Forgive me as well for not asking your name before this. That was rather rude of me. The name is Salazar. Salazar Falone of Candlekeep." Salazar says, and holds out a hand to shake. If the motion alone causes her to start, or if she appeared unnerved at all, he pulls back with an apologetic smile, knowing her previous treatment by her captors to be the cause.
Whether his words are well-received or not, Salazar only stays on the main floor for a half hour more before the tug of sleep starts gnawing him. "Trusting" Lark to keep from getting in further trouble, the Scholar takes one last look at the general area's occupants at large, seeking for something or someone, but... not understanding why. Ultimately, he seeks out Toblen once more just to pass along a wish for him to redirect in non-redbrand travelers that looked like promising adventuring or mercernary types his or Sildar's way for work.
Goyo - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Sea/Celestial (Libretalia)
Drozo - [Hobgoblin]Cleric - Blood Domain (Call of the Netherdeep)
Lothia - [Goliath]Warlock - ??? (Stormwreck Isle)
Lark, content to let the events unfold as they may, begins to feel the tug of exhaustion. Sitting at a table near the fire, idly listening to Salazar and Harbin's wife, his eyes begin slowly close. Jerking awake a few times, and glancing around suddenly alert for danger, Lark slowly succumbs to sleep. His snores occasionally interrupted by a mumbled, "not on my watch" or "Elves don't even like cake" Lark will slumber until we decide to leave.
Lark- Goblin Bard 2- Lost Mines Gr-A/ AC 13 HP 15, passive perception 11
DM- Sunless Citadel PbP// Waterdeep Dragon Heist (IRL F2F)// Adventurers League (F2F LGS)
Rose watches Salazar curiously for a few minutes, before focusing back on Lark who has fallen asleep. She looks at Larks aurs content in the knowledge her instincts were correct again and that Selûne had guided her for a reason. She turns her focus back to the room, no one else seemed to have a matching Aura, but as far as she knew this was the only Inn in town. So she would wait for the other to show.
In the mean time she would watch the door and keep and eye on the children to make sure they were okay. Taking a blanket out from her pack, she would place it over them to help them keep warm and comfortable before sitting back down and waiting.
Trisha looks at Salazar through her hair, giving her the ability to see him while her own gaze was mostly hidden itself. She did not shy away, nor did she scootch closer. She simply sipped on her cider. I fully understand. she said rather flatly as he continued. Her posture didn't change, where she was huddled in rags, though the Bar wenches came back at some point during the exchange and handed her a change of clothes. No one recognizing the woman yet. For now, she lay them beside herself. Knee's drawn close. Several minutes passing before she finally stood up. Taking the offered hand but with the opposite hand she was supposed to. Raising her hand and striking Salazar flatly across his cheek for 7 points of non-damage. I forgive you. Now. My name is Trisha Wester. Wife of Harbin Wester. Thank you for saving us. Now leave me alone. it was clear she had been holding that in for a while.
Long enough for everyone to be saved. After that, she knelt down and picked up her new attire, heading to the back, trusting enough that Salazar and co wouldn't do anything to the kids after having just saved them.
Salazar eventually retiring to his room to rest. Lark, finally succumbing to his exhaustion, though unfortunately in the lobby area. The rest of the time went on uneventfully, aside from a few customers shuffling inside and out. Rose had chosen 'first watch' and watched the comings and goings of the establishment, with the children sleeping heavily under blankets near the warm fire.
Torben occasionally refreshing the supply of fuel. Eventually the place wound down, and Torben as well as the other workers began their preparations to fall in for the night. After havign received so much from Salazar earlier, he didn't argue allowing the Halfling to stay, even giving her the last scraps of food that had been prepared, instead of simply throwing them out. there overnight either. The night itself was quiet. The crackle of the fire eventually smoldering, and sputtering into embers as darkness fell on the inn.
Morning came, and the place picked up once more. The workers shuffling to be about their duties. Torben making sure that Salazar, and Lark, and the Children were undisturbed. The townmasters wife hadn't been seen the rest of that time aside from having left the establishment, whispering something into Torbens ear before departing. Whole the inn always smelled of food, whether fresh and cooking or lingering from earlier, the food being prepared today smelled over-flowingly so. During this time, Rose had been doing whatever she had been doing. Torben letting her in on the fact he was preparing a small feast for the 'Heroes' and their charges.
By the time Salazar or Lark awaken, the Inn is full except for a set of tables and chairs that had been set near the kitchen. No one else sat there, except Sildar. The Townmaster. And his Wife, Trisha.
The table itself was overflowing with meat and vegetables. Sitting at the innkeeps bar was Quelline Alderleaf, holding his son on his lap in a hug. Everyone looking expectantly on the stairs leading to the rooms, though a few eyes remained on Lark, whom now had an invading head -Droops- laying on him, snoring soundly. Pressed close but not uncomfortably so.
Occassional Dungeon Master.
(OOC: Goblin snuggle pile!)
Lark will wake and look around confused. Suddenly remembering the events of the previous few days, he will examine the goblin now sleeping on his chest. Slowly, he will try to extricate himself with minimal disturbance to Droop.
Standing up, Lark stretches and noticing the Town Councilor had joined his wife, will shoot a questioning look at Rose (assuming that Salazar is not present ATM) but seeing their lack of panic calms him almost immediately. He looks around the busy inn and notices Quellin.
"Dear friend, I see you have found your boy. I am happy for your reunion." Lark's smile splits his face in half and he is caught in a moment of reflection about a sense of family that he never knew. Thinking of Salazar and the late Alynoa, he feels like maybe that sensation will continue to evade him. There is something to this new halfling though, a sense of kinship not readily explained. "This will no doubt require further exploration," Lark thinks to himself.
He moves across the room to join the table set aside, suddenly overtaken by hunger. Hoping for some sort of revelry, but apt to match the mood of the table, Lark sits and lacking the usual civilized table manners, begins to scoop heaping mounds of the various foods on his trencher. If anyone eyes him questioningly, he will offer a portion of whatever is closest to them. Without further interference he will begin, what can only be described as, shoveling the food into his mouth. Pausing occasionally to gulp some water and offer an appreciative thumbs up to Torben. After a few gluttonous moments, Lark finishes and wipes his mouth with his sleeve.
"Master Salazar sleeps still?" He asks of no one in particular.
Lark- Goblin Bard 2- Lost Mines Gr-A/ AC 13 HP 15, passive perception 11
DM- Sunless Citadel PbP// Waterdeep Dragon Heist (IRL F2F)// Adventurers League (F2F LGS)
Rose helped Torben as much as she could once he mentioned setting up a feast for the others though mostly she tried to stay out of everyone's way. One preperation was complete she took a seat by the bar, keeping an eye on Lark but also on the door anytime someone came in, each time getting a little excited but then calming down when it wasn't the right person. When Lark wakes up and starts eating Rose can't help but chuckle at the sight. This one could eat a lot and fast! When he poses the question to the room she replies "It would seem that way yes. Your friend looked like he could use the rest, so no one wanted to disturb him. I'm sure, when he is ready, he will want to speak with you."
Wounded and tired as he was, Salazar could'ved avoided the slap altogether. While no fighter, if there is one thing the skirmishes over the past few days alone had taught and ingrained in the scholar, it's how to remain alert keep up the guard. For to do less would lead only to one end.
He fails to avoid it, and is left with a crimson reminder for the next few hours. By the time he shakes off enough of the daze to speak, she's gone, leaving him rubbing his cheek and softly sighing. "Better me than herself." He mutters before eventually taking his leave for rest.
His time apart is anything but restful. When nightmares didn't dog his sleep, the brief moments of peace are always intruded upon by a determined angel guide, and their advice for the future. Advice the scholar for once actively tried to push from mind, denying the whole point of his journey. Yet as time went by and the cycle continued, the restlessness gave way once a vague solution came to mind...
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Salazar refrains from going down stairs immediately upon awakening to the world. Rather he set his focus on analyzing the staff taken back from Alynoa with the aid of Professor Thadeus. (Arcana: 21 (using the Orb, essentially)). Whether he discovers a complete answer, or just part of it from the Orb, the scholar sat there staring at the staff for a good while, delaying the inevitable.
"Wh-what's all this then?" Some people perhaps hear before they see the scholar due to one distraction or another in the process of waiting. When his eyes fall on Trisha, he winces, appearing uncertain about taking the next few steps. Not from any remembered pain, but a remembered wish of the woman. 'She's here though, so... it doesn't matter. No more outright running away anymore' He thought, stood up straighter, and strode forth to take a seat across from Sildar, or as close to it without getting too close to Trisha.
"G-good morning, also. I suppose.. ahem... mn... Things seem almost festive here. Safe to assume then that... news has spread?" He asked in a faux casual way, but side eyes Toblen and Lark. Rosa gets a double take, but he soon enough brushes aside her presence to focus back on Sildar and the rest.
Goyo - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Sea/Celestial (Libretalia)
Drozo - [Hobgoblin]Cleric - Blood Domain (Call of the Netherdeep)
Lothia - [Goliath]Warlock - ??? (Stormwreck Isle)
When an opportune time presents itself, Lark will sidle up to the Townmaster.
"Good Master Harbin, It fills my tiny heart with much joy to see you reunited with your gallant wife. She possesses a spirit most formidable, Im sure you are aware," Lark laughs. "If it is not beyond my station to recommend to your service our fair Droop here, I would deign to do so. I have seen many of our kind possessing a veritable mean streak that is vacant in this one, and I imagine any situation devoid of tasting a long-dead rat's nether regions would be an improvement." Lowering his voice to conspiratorial levels, Lark adds, "It will paint you in a most charitable light and as wise men say 'to bring forwards past grievances is folly, but to forgive and forget is wisdom'"
After hearing Harbin's response (and probably Trisha's too lol) Lark will return to sitting by Salazar and Rose.
"Have you ever heard the tale of the Clever Crow," he asks to no one in particular. "A crow was dying of thirst. Far from home and any known water, he alighted upon a old fence post. There he spied a pitcher by the gravel path near the fence. Investigating further he discover a bit of water at the bottom. Alas, try as he might he could not reach the water, his head was too big for the pitcher. Distraught he resigned himself to the waiting arms of death. But a thought struck him and he picked up a pebble from the path and dropped it into the pitcher. He dropped a second pebble in, then a third and fourth. Pretty soon the pitcher was full of pebbles that pushed the water up enough to drink and save his life."
"We can change the way things are, little by little. Droop here is the first of many pebbles for me." He smiles up at both of his companions.
Lark- Goblin Bard 2- Lost Mines Gr-A/ AC 13 HP 15, passive perception 11
DM- Sunless Citadel PbP// Waterdeep Dragon Heist (IRL F2F)// Adventurers League (F2F LGS)
(Rose is not actually sitting at the fast table so,) From the opposite side of the room Rose claps at the end of the story with perhaps a bit too much excitement.
(Posting in the next few hours. Ran out of time and the last few days I've had a guest over. Sorry for the delay)
Occassional Dungeon Master.
As Lark escapes the clutches of Droop, Droop's head hits the floor like a rock, but it does not wake him. A small thud echoing in the immediate area. Quellin Alderleaf, the Farmhand nods in Larks direction, still chuckling from the way droop slept most literally like a rock. Indeed friend! Indeed. And I believe I have you and your friends to thank. WHile I don't have much I can offer in the form of a reward, I will allow you folks to use my fields bounty whenever you wish. So long as you only take what you need so as to not put me out of business! he says, giving Lark the 'Stern old man' look, which looked hilarious coming from such a small creature. After several long moments, his face breaks and both him and Carm, as well as the others gathered at the table share in a group chuckle.
The gathered, including Torben marveling at how Lark became the very picture of a glutton for several minutes, and shared in a smirk at the idea of a Gluttonous Goblin beneath a mountain with some halflings nearby. Indeed, it is as the halfling says. We did not wish to disturb the poor man. Torben tells us he looked quite assailed. Sildar says, looking like he felt sorry for the man even though he wasn't there presently. Though the Townmasters wife seemed less concerned. It's around this time the children come out from around the back, everyone having not noticed they had been missing. And while they weren't jovial due to the loss of their families, they did seem in better spirits as they joined the tables and began to eat. Ignoring everyone else as children are wont to do, rather than them doing so out of negativity or any such similar thing. Though a small smile seemed to creep onto their features... Ah.. youth...
The other patrons sitting at other tables have also been served but clearly they were told not to join the feast itself as they seemed to have their own dishes, they seemed no less jovial but they also seemed to be waiting for something.
As Salazar looks onto the staff with the orb floating close by, offering hints and tips, It finally reaches a conclusion: By Jove! This staff is magical in nature! Even it's components. It truly is a steel staff, but magicked to look and SOUND like glass! I suppose that's why they called him "Glass Staff" hmm? Oh indeed..? Indeed?! INDUBITABLY! It would seem attuning to this weapon provides you with a defensive aura making you harder to hit! And apparently.. it has a single charge of MAGE ARMOR upon it. Though i cannot tell if it is replenishable or not... But by golly this is an amazing weapon! You would be the rival of any academy should you come bearing this!
Tis a celebration for your deeds. Word has spread throughout Phandalin that you slew the redbrands. We even hear you defeated Glasstaff with a single blow! A feat we would not have considered possible! But to not only do that but slay them all on top of it by turning them against one another?! Truly you are heroes of some prowess. We are blessed to have been graced by yours and Master Larks presence. Though it seems the Lady Alyn didn't make it back. I'm sure 'things happened' that could not be controlled. the townmaster said, and the 'things happen' didn't seem accusatory, rather a 'even the best plans fall through somewhere' sort of comment.
Torben not respondign to the look and his face 6 was a pokerface. as he continued cleaning dishes as they were brought to him.
Trisha flushes at the praise for several reasons, as does Harbin, who's face is red all over suddenly, though beneath his eyes was the reddest. It seems he was suffering simultaneously from two feelings, one from earlier and the other in response to larks comments. S-She is quite the firebrand, yes. I was just so overjoyed to see her lastnight. He was crying like a newborn babe when he saw me. It only made me love him more. And we caught up on lost time. Her candor making Harbin look like a beet and cease talking for the moment. Putting his face down to hide it as he gathered himself to recompose.
This drawing a smirk from everyone in the room OI! Looks like Ol' 'arbin churned the butter lastnight! a random patron said, drawing a flush and a smirk from Trisha, who seemed less bothered by it than Harbin. Clearly she had more confidence than he did. Everyone in the room sharing a raucous laugh, which finally woke Droop up. Droop, smelling the food, seemed to lose all inhibitions just as Lark was trying to butter him up just at the tail end of his story. Droop jumped to the table and almost mimicked what Lark himself had done before. Scarfing down food , before giving himself a satisfied bellyrub. Fooah.... Dat was delicious... he said, sitting with his eyes closed.
Harbin, finally recovering from the teasing, and having listened to Larks story looks at Droop. A bit of a wary expression crosses his face, but fades after he looks at Lark again, and recalls the story from moments ago, as well as Larks prior comments of placidity. And sighs, but smiles. His face having returned to a 'high blood pressure' look of faded red.
Hmm. I will see if I can find a solid posting for him within my office - Your story has a good moral to it. I could use a gopher. the phrase making Droop look at Harbin confusedly But I'm a Goblin! I can't become a gopher! I... It's a phrase Droop. Not meant to be taken Literally.... Another chuckle rises from the crowd.
A-Anyway.. We must thank you all again. Our coffers are low currently due to the redbrands extortion. Though I WILL make sure to reward you should you take care of the issue involving the Orcs as well. But for now, We have decided that we can reward you by giving you the deed to Tresendar Manor. The Massive house on the hill. I'm sure you've seen it. Aside from a little disrepair on one side, the manor is otherwise unscrupulously in good condition. And We will have our towns carpenter get to working on the damage for you. At no cost to you, of course. I have also spoken to the shopkeepers here in town, and they have agreed to give you a fifty-percent discount on ALL purchases. Rounded UP, of course.
While we may yet be a small town, your elimination of those thugs... has finally given us the chance to grow.
Immediately after everyone's response to the above, the door bursts in, and a female elf comes running through it. Hello? Has anyone seen Alynoa? I tasked her qith a request and.. I heard her party had returned but I have yet to see her...
Occassional Dungeon Master.
Earlier with Professor Orb
"If such were an interest, yes. And assuming it can replenish itself. Otherwise, it is little better than a trophy... One better suited for other hands." Salazar confesses as much before losing himself in thought.
At the Party
'30/70 odds in Lark's favor then' Salazar thought as he looked at Torben, having allowed his thoughts to wander for while. Returning his attention back to the Townmaster and everyone else, Salazar kept his expression neutral throughout much of the praise. In spite of the well meaning behind it, too many things had gone wrong in the end to simply accept it out of hand. But, he would not go out of his way to spoil the mood either, be it in expression or words. Not yet, at least. Not if he could help it. But following Lark's story about the Crow, Salazar gets a really thoughtful look on his face once more...
As the discussion turns towards taking over the manor, Salazar's eyes grow wide for a fraction of a second before resuming their usual calm. "Whenever the Tresendar project should start, I would like to be notified. There is yet one danger that lurks beneath it, and I would see the way from manor to it at least sealed while under my personal guard. If that is alright." Even if faced with confusion over the request, Salazar looks to Lark, "Speaking of rewards... sort of... Mn -- point is, I have something for you, Mr. Lark." He'd start to say. Before he can get in further into explaining things, seeing the elven woman burst in with questions, Salazar's mask of calm cracks ever so slightly. After sharing a quick look with Lark, he stands up and approaches the woman. "The name is Salazar. Salazar Falone, of Candlekeep... and one of those party members. I... might I speak privately with you?" He requests, and if accepted, leads her to either a secluded corner of the main room, or upstairs to his own.
Goyo - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Sea/Celestial (Libretalia)
Drozo - [Hobgoblin]Cleric - Blood Domain (Call of the Netherdeep)
Lothia - [Goliath]Warlock - ??? (Stormwreck Isle)
Lark's face becomes a mask of solemnity as the elvish woman queries about Alynoa. Grateful that Salazar made the move to her first, he turns his attention back to the festivities.
"Master Harbin, if you would kindly indulge my curiosity; What is the story of the manor..Tresendar was it? I am sure I speak for all of us when I say that this reward was unexpected, but a welcome one. After the light of Lathander sets on our journey, nothing would please me more than to retire here and write my story." Lark will listen intently to whatever tale they are willing to share. "Lady Rose, what of you? Where does the road take you?
"How about it then? Would you like a poem or maybe a silly song to pass the time?" He says in an earnest attempt to entertain the tavern crowds. "I know a one about a table and chair that wanted to fly."
Lark- Goblin Bard 2- Lost Mines Gr-A/ AC 13 HP 15, passive perception 11
DM- Sunless Citadel PbP// Waterdeep Dragon Heist (IRL F2F)// Adventurers League (F2F LGS)
Rose looks to Lark then back over to the door of the inn. Grabbing her holy symbol she waits a few moments before turning back to Lark. "It would seem my path has lead me here, and I expect to be in town for some time though I'm not sure how long. While I'm here, I would gladly assist you with this orc problem if you would have me."
Oh indeed. We shall inform you, but what could be beneath Tresendar manor that would needs be sealed in.. or.. out? Harbin asks curiously at Salazars statement, just moments before Lark asked more about its history. Oh well Tresendar Manor was one of the first buildings built here in Phandalin, and was a sign of the regions prosperity in better times. There used to be a pact involving Phandelver and some other place. Between the Dwarves, the Humans, and the Halflings. It's essentially a historical monument, but one no one felt they deserved when the town was rebuilt. But as the Heroes of the town, it seems only right that it belong to you folks. And to the bets of our knowledge, the Tresendar bloodline is no more. All that remains are the skeletons in their tombs.. may their souls rest in peace, undisturbed, and unassailed... But the entirety of the property would belong to you, cellar and all. And we'd love to have a one of the heroes of the town settle in and live here. We would be honored to have you.
The elvan woman looking to Salazar with a mix of curiosity, and concern as Salazar led her away from the festivities, wondering what he could possibly need to say....
As all of this is going on, the sounds of dragging can be heard outside. Casually strolling through the Taverns doors, with the corpse of a bear dragging behind him.... And the light of Selune glowing around his aura, even if only one person could see it.
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Rose looks excitedly at the door as she hears someone starting to enter as she has up until now. Once she notices the glow she beems with excitment and looks back to Lark with a big smile on her face. She then looks over to where Salazar had left with the women, her smile slowly turns to a frown and she thinks upon him. Rose gets up and walks over to Lark, if there is a free seat she sits down next to him, if not she continues to stand.
"Your friend is quite brave and selfless, though clearly troubled."
Roe looks back to the newcomer, her smile slowly returning as she observes him and waits to see what he does.
"But I'm sure he will be fine, in his own time. Selûne guides us each to where we need to be, even if we don't realize it. The roads may be dangerous and bumpy along the way, but as long as we follow her light we always get where we are going."
The last of sentence seems to be spoken more to herself than to Lark or anyone else, her eyes firmly fixed on the newcomer, a look of excitment painted across her face.
Either due to the elven woman recent entry or taking using Lark's questioning as an excuse to delay answering, Harbin is left without an immediate answer about the danger lurking below. Salazar would tell though... Eventually. But in any event, once taken up stairs he offers her a seat in some side table, if not on the bed before solemnly recounting the end of Alynoa. To his credit, he tries not to be cavalier about it, and even confesses having been knocked out prior to her being engaged by one of the bugbears. For all the compassion he showed throughout the telling, a part of Salazar cannot shake the need to pay close attention to how the words were affecting her. Although the odds were low, if the woman before him was merely trying to take advantage of the parties grief... in either case, he would ask, "Forgive me, but... what was your relationship to her?"
Insight: 9.
Back with the others...
After successfully navigating the bear over the lip of the doorway, the one dragging it finally turns around to face the no doubt onlooking the crowd of people. Even hunched slightly over as he was, the giant of a man's helmeted head nearly brushed against the ceiling. It is near impossible to see his face due to the same helmet; which much like the rest of the iron armor covering his form is reminiscent of those worn by more northerner folk, what with the thick furs for a cloak but lack of other adornments aside from runes.
A metal shield is strapped to one arm, and a wicked looking flail hooked and coiled at his side. As much as skin hidden, there could be no denying the man had bulk when it came to muscles just given how casually he dragged in the bear. And last, but not least, are intricrate runes carved not only in the armor, but shield as well.
Just as others looked at him, he casually scanned the room in fool before his attention settles back on the pair of goblins. He says nothing, and after a long, tense silence turns towards the rest (or Torben, if behind the bar). "Lively, this place is. A good thing, I think. But a kitchen, I need. Where is owner, Paavu asks?" He asks in a deep, gravelly tone and somewhat broken common.
Imagry(Roughly what he looks like):
Goyo - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Sea/Celestial (Libretalia)
Drozo - [Hobgoblin]Cleric - Blood Domain (Call of the Netherdeep)
Lothia - [Goliath]Warlock - ??? (Stormwreck Isle)
Lark's smile seems a little forced during the history lesson on Tresendar Manor. "Hear Hear, may they rest..uhh undisturbed."
"I would gladly have you with us on this quest, and pray we find a better second act than....NINE HELLS, it's an ogre." The reaction interrupting the response to Rose's offer.
Lark's blood runs a little cold under the intense scrutiny of man, though the lack of any real censorship of his own thoughts, causes him to blurt out, "Is that your pet? I've heard of Dragon Turtles, but this is first draggin' bear I've seen." Lark looks around beaming at his own joke.
"Rose, what are you are smiling about? They look scary, even more so than Salazar's wings." Lark slides off the bench and slowly approaches the newcomer, hands out and visibly empty. "Fair tidings. Paavu is it? I am Lark the poet. We have a bit of food here if you would like to break bread with us. As you can tell by my rosy cheeked companions complexion, we believe our paths to be parallel."
Lark- Goblin Bard 2- Lost Mines Gr-A/ AC 13 HP 15, passive perception 11
DM- Sunless Citadel PbP// Waterdeep Dragon Heist (IRL F2F)// Adventurers League (F2F LGS)
Should Paavu look he would see Rose excitedly waving a greeting in his direction