You notice the halflings watching intently as Sly performs the tricks, and hear a couple of slight cheers from other patrons, followed soon by a whistle from the kitchen, where Madame Freona herself has popped her head out. "Keep your bird on your shoulder, Arnald, or you're cleaning the bar tonight," she says sternly, but friendlly.
This gets a chuckle from one of the halflings, who speaks to you in Common. "That's a clever bird. Do you perform here?"
"Yes ma'am", Arnald says to Madame Freona as he telepathically tells Sly to come back to him. Looks to the halfling that spoke to him, "No, Sly and I are just in town looking for work. But it fun to show off every now and then. What brings you fellas in? Y'all live around here?"
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"Tawn, Tane, and Tine!" Another of the halflings speaks to Arnald. "Always a pleasure to meet a fellow entertainer. No, we don't live anywhere, you see. We're in a traveling show, and we're here in Phlan for the tenday. We're tumblers, you see."
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Sylyra tries for a while to dig beneath the wad of cloth within the pack, but can't find the coordination to do so effectively in this new form, only finding more cloth.
"Tumblers? That's awesome! Will you be performing while you're in town? Are you part of a bigger troupe or are you solo? Name's Arnald the Keen, by the way. I'm an archer of quite some renown. I'd love to join your show, but..." glancing around before leaning in conspiratorially and whispering, "I'm actually helping a friend track down a stolen item. I can say much about it, but it's magic it is."
Zelra raises a brow at Ola's comment before rolling her eyes. As she scans the room, she suddenly sits up straight. "Wait. I just realised. Where's Sylyra?" She looks around the room once more, though when she can't find him, she leans back in her chair and folds her arms. "Well, either he's dead or he's just somewhere we can't see. Wonder if he's found the object yet."She sighs before getting back up. "I think we can cross the half elf and the white dragonborn off the list. I don't think they have anything on them. I mean, what could you do with a magic quill? It probably just doesn't run out of ink or something. I'm gonna go talk to those ladies over there. Hopefully, they like to gossip."
Zelra will ask Uragum which of the women has the magic necklace before making her way towards them and tapping one of them on the shoulder. She gives them a gentle smile and puts on a slightly posh accent. "Excuse me, I don't mean to interrupt your meal but I couldn't help but notice your necklace. Its very beautiful. May I ask where you got it from? I work for one of the noble families here and I think the lady of house would love to have a necklace of similar design and craftsmanship."
"I wish he did found it!" the whole business of talking to strangers was very unpleasant and she wanted it to be over with. Not possessing the necessary skills she watched Zelra working her "magic" - casually involving people she was unacquainted with into conversation.
Lizard Sylyra decides to exit the bag, scurry out of sight and return to his normal size and shape.
If all goes well ...
Sylyra returns to the table, looking more direct than haughty. He sits so his back is toward the couple. "The couple behind me," he says sotto voce. "The man was saying something about carrying a special item and needing to keep it padded and safe. I crawled into his bag, and there's something in there wrapped in cloth, but I couldn't unwrap it inside the bag."
"Oh, we're only a small part of the show," the third halfling in the trio comments. "We'll be performing for a while in the Podol Plaza, and then it's off to the next town."
The first halfling says, "Well it's great to meet a fellow entertainer, Arnald the Keen. Good luck on your search, and come see us perform if you find the time."
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ZELRA:
"Oh, hello, dearie, come sit and talk with us for a while, I'll tell you all about; though it's not for sale, mind you, if that's why you're asking. I'm Esma, and this is Eve. And, your name?" the old woman with the necklace says, moving a few inches to make room for you at the table.
"Be careful now, she'll blather about that trinket until she keels over if you let her," Eve says. Esma rolls her eyes and explains, "This necklace is much older than it looks, dearie. Your lady won't find much of similar make nowadays. You see, this was given to me by my late husband when we first met. Oh, he was a lovely young lad, and a bit of a ne'er-do-well, and I suppose he can't get in too much trouble if I tell it now, because he passed away ten odd years ago you see, but he 'bought' it for me. Never did tell me how he could afford it, I suppose he stole it to impress me, and it worked, it did! We married later that year. The necklace looks so lovely because I never have to clean it, you see! An old bit of magic takes care of that for me."
While Esma rambles, Eve sighs as her eyes wander around the room.
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SYLYRA:
Lizard Stealth: 8
OOC: Will follow up on Lizard-Sylyra once everyone has wrapped up their conversations. He has not yet made it back to the table.
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Zelra takes a seat at the table and introduces herself as "Aldra". She listens intently at first but as the woman rambles on and on, she can't help but question whether her sanity will still be intact by the end. As she notices Eve's eyes wander, she'll try and see where exactly shes looking but stays in her seat and listens to Esma.
As she's listening, Zelra nods and smiles, reciprocating whenever necessary. She makes sure to observe her intently as well, trying to gather whether she's telling the truth or not. She'll also ask about the women themselves, where they're from and what they're doing in Phlan.
"Oh, we come here once a week or so," Eve answers. "The food is good and the people are always interesting. Phlan's been a hub for adventurers for as long as we've been here, which is to say awhile."
Esma nods and continues to ramble, "And it's not just adventurers, there's all kinds of interesting folks that come in here. Take that man, for instance." She points to the dining half-elf, who is still furiously scribbling into a notebook with his quill. "He's a food critic, and a grumpy one at that - been ranting at the poor halfling girl serving him all day, too much of this, too little of that. I can't imagine the sort of life one lives to be that upset about something so small as a meal."
For Zelra:
Whether or not the ladies' tales are true, they certainly seem to believe what they're saying. Eve seems to be looking all around; her eyes pass in the direction of every person in the room by a certain point.
Zelra looks shocked for a moment but also impressed. "Really? How interesting. I though he was a writer of some sort, though I suppose food critic is a type of writer." She pretends to look around the room for a bit and lays her eyes on the human man and dwarf woman Sylyra went to speak to. "What about those two? Anything interesting about them?"
Uragum frowns as he looks around. His eyes go to Zelra and he makes a quick motion and whispers into his hands, "its Uragum, if you thinks its them cross your arms and I'll find a way to help."
"Now them's a curious couple, aren't they?" Esma asks. "We've never seen them in here before, course there's visitors all the time and just because we haven't seen them doesn't mean they've never been here before, but I digress, what do you think they're here for? They look pretty stoic for an afternoon meal, maybe it's a business deal."
Eve chimes in, "Oh, quit your speculatin', Esma. Besides, it looks like a date to me. I bet the poor man's never been out with a dwarf before. He probably doesn't know her customs or her tastes or her interests, or...heck, I've been on so many bad dates in my time I know one when I see--"
Suddenly, a sizeable lizard crawls from the inside of the man's pack resting at his feet, causing it to tumble forward. The man gasps, and quickly reaches for the pack as the lizard scurries away, but as he pulls it toward him, it clashes with the leg of the table, and a loud sound of shattering glass echoes through the room. The man reaches into the pack, and conversation stops as the patrons look to find the source of the sound - and then the human screams as his body is surrounded by a blue crackling energy. He tumbles from his chair to the floor, a dagger-like object clutched in his hand. The dwarf at the table pushes back her chair and runs for the door.
"Shit! Get the dwarf!"Zelra runs towards the human man and grabs his pack, using it to cover her own hand as she tries to pry the dagger-like object from his hands.
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Taking head of Zelra's shout, Uragum rises his hulking form rushes to intercept her at the door. He reaches out with his large hands and grabs at her to retrain her.
Grapple check! My athletics vs her athletics or acrobatics. 15
Ola was too late to react to the dwarf but run with Zelra to the man, struggling with the dagger, and tryind to press him to the floor while Zelra was wrestling dagger from him.
OOC: Just a STR check needed to restrain the dwarf, so a 20 for Uragum.
Zelra STR:1
Uragum is out of his seat before the dwarf has fully left hers, and the goliath is able to grab hold of her before she can even reach the door. She struggles for only a moment, quickly realizing the futility. Sly stops by the door as well, flapping in midair now that the dwarf is held still.
Both Ola and Zelra receive an electric shock as they hold down the man, but Zelra is able to pry the dagger-like object from his hand clutching it. Ola takes 2 lightning damage and Zelra takes 2 lightning damage from the process.
From closer range, both can see that the human is inundated with lightning, pulsing throughout his body. The item, now in Zelra's hands, is warm to the touch, and is pulsating in rhythm with the lightning.
The patrons at their tables are all standing now, looking on with more than a little curiosity.
"Yes ma'am", Arnald says to Madame Freona as he telepathically tells Sly to come back to him. Looks to the halfling that spoke to him, "No, Sly and I are just in town looking for work. But it fun to show off every now and then. What brings you fellas in? Y'all live around here?"
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"Tawn, Tane, and Tine!" Another of the halflings speaks to Arnald. "Always a pleasure to meet a fellow entertainer. No, we don't live anywhere, you see. We're in a traveling show, and we're here in Phlan for the tenday. We're tumblers, you see."
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Sylyra tries for a while to dig beneath the wad of cloth within the pack, but can't find the coordination to do so effectively in this new form, only finding more cloth.
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"Tumblers? That's awesome! Will you be performing while you're in town? Are you part of a bigger troupe or are you solo? Name's Arnald the Keen, by the way. I'm an archer of quite some renown. I'd love to join your show, but..." glancing around before leaning in conspiratorially and whispering, "I'm actually helping a friend track down a stolen item. I can say much about it, but it's magic it is."
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Zelra raises a brow at Ola's comment before rolling her eyes. As she scans the room, she suddenly sits up straight. "Wait. I just realised. Where's Sylyra?" She looks around the room once more, though when she can't find him, she leans back in her chair and folds her arms. "Well, either he's dead or he's just somewhere we can't see. Wonder if he's found the object yet." She sighs before getting back up. "I think we can cross the half elf and the white dragonborn off the list. I don't think they have anything on them. I mean, what could you do with a magic quill? It probably just doesn't run out of ink or something. I'm gonna go talk to those ladies over there. Hopefully, they like to gossip."
Zelra will ask Uragum which of the women has the magic necklace before making her way towards them and tapping one of them on the shoulder. She gives them a gentle smile and puts on a slightly posh accent. "Excuse me, I don't mean to interrupt your meal but I couldn't help but notice your necklace. Its very beautiful. May I ask where you got it from? I work for one of the noble families here and I think the lady of house would love to have a necklace of similar design and craftsmanship."
"I wish he did found it!" the whole business of talking to strangers was very unpleasant and she wanted it to be over with. Not possessing the necessary skills she watched Zelra working her "magic" - casually involving people she was unacquainted with into conversation.
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Lizard Sylyra decides to exit the bag, scurry out of sight and return to his normal size and shape.
If all goes well ...
Sylyra returns to the table, looking more direct than haughty. He sits so his back is toward the couple. "The couple behind me," he says sotto voce. "The man was saying something about carrying a special item and needing to keep it padded and safe. I crawled into his bag, and there's something in there wrapped in cloth, but I couldn't unwrap it inside the bag."
ARNALD:
"Oh, we're only a small part of the show," the third halfling in the trio comments. "We'll be performing for a while in the Podol Plaza, and then it's off to the next town."
The first halfling says, "Well it's great to meet a fellow entertainer, Arnald the Keen. Good luck on your search, and come see us perform if you find the time."
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ZELRA:
"Oh, hello, dearie, come sit and talk with us for a while, I'll tell you all about; though it's not for sale, mind you, if that's why you're asking. I'm Esma, and this is Eve. And, your name?" the old woman with the necklace says, moving a few inches to make room for you at the table.
"Be careful now, she'll blather about that trinket until she keels over if you let her," Eve says. Esma rolls her eyes and explains, "This necklace is much older than it looks, dearie. Your lady won't find much of similar make nowadays. You see, this was given to me by my late husband when we first met. Oh, he was a lovely young lad, and a bit of a ne'er-do-well, and I suppose he can't get in too much trouble if I tell it now, because he passed away ten odd years ago you see, but he 'bought' it for me. Never did tell me how he could afford it, I suppose he stole it to impress me, and it worked, it did! We married later that year. The necklace looks so lovely because I never have to clean it, you see! An old bit of magic takes care of that for me."
While Esma rambles, Eve sighs as her eyes wander around the room.
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SYLYRA:
Lizard Stealth: 8
OOC: Will follow up on Lizard-Sylyra once everyone has wrapped up their conversations. He has not yet made it back to the table.
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Zelra takes a seat at the table and introduces herself as "Aldra". She listens intently at first but as the woman rambles on and on, she can't help but question whether her sanity will still be intact by the end. As she notices Eve's eyes wander, she'll try and see where exactly shes looking but stays in her seat and listens to Esma.
As she's listening, Zelra nods and smiles, reciprocating whenever necessary. She makes sure to observe her intently as well, trying to gather whether she's telling the truth or not. She'll also ask about the women themselves, where they're from and what they're doing in Phlan.
Insight: 6
"Oh, we come here once a week or so," Eve answers. "The food is good and the people are always interesting. Phlan's been a hub for adventurers for as long as we've been here, which is to say awhile."
Esma nods and continues to ramble, "And it's not just adventurers, there's all kinds of interesting folks that come in here. Take that man, for instance." She points to the dining half-elf, who is still furiously scribbling into a notebook with his quill. "He's a food critic, and a grumpy one at that - been ranting at the poor halfling girl serving him all day, too much of this, too little of that. I can't imagine the sort of life one lives to be that upset about something so small as a meal."
For Zelra:
Whether or not the ladies' tales are true, they certainly seem to believe what they're saying. Eve seems to be looking all around; her eyes pass in the direction of every person in the room by a certain point.
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Zelra looks shocked for a moment but also impressed. "Really? How interesting. I though he was a writer of some sort, though I suppose food critic is a type of writer." She pretends to look around the room for a bit and lays her eyes on the human man and dwarf woman Sylyra went to speak to. "What about those two? Anything interesting about them?"
Uragum frowns as he looks around. His eyes go to Zelra and he makes a quick motion and whispers into his hands, "its Uragum, if you thinks its them cross your arms and I'll find a way to help."
"Now them's a curious couple, aren't they?" Esma asks. "We've never seen them in here before, course there's visitors all the time and just because we haven't seen them doesn't mean they've never been here before, but I digress, what do you think they're here for? They look pretty stoic for an afternoon meal, maybe it's a business deal."
Eve chimes in, "Oh, quit your speculatin', Esma. Besides, it looks like a date to me. I bet the poor man's never been out with a dwarf before. He probably doesn't know her customs or her tastes or her interests, or...heck, I've been on so many bad dates in my time I know one when I see--"
Suddenly, a sizeable lizard crawls from the inside of the man's pack resting at his feet, causing it to tumble forward. The man gasps, and quickly reaches for the pack as the lizard scurries away, but as he pulls it toward him, it clashes with the leg of the table, and a loud sound of shattering glass echoes through the room. The man reaches into the pack, and conversation stops as the patrons look to find the source of the sound - and then the human screams as his body is surrounded by a blue crackling energy. He tumbles from his chair to the floor, a dagger-like object clutched in his hand. The dwarf at the table pushes back her chair and runs for the door.
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"Shit! Get the dwarf!" Zelra runs towards the human man and grabs his pack, using it to cover her own hand as she tries to pry the dagger-like object from his hands.
Taking head of Zelra's shout, Uragum rises his hulking form rushes to intercept her at the door. He reaches out with his large hands and grabs at her to retrain her.
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Ola was too late to react to the dwarf but run with Zelra to the man, struggling with the dagger, and tryind to press him to the floor while Zelra was wrestling dagger from him.
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Eschewing privacy, Sylyra returns to elf form, ignoring any curious looks. He walks over to peer over Zelra's shoulder. "Is it wise to touch that?"
At Arnald's mental command Sly lifts off from his shoulder and flies after the dwarven lady that's fleeing.
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Still trying to carefully pull the dagger-like object from the man, Zelra simply shrugs at Sylyra's question. "I have no idea."
OOC: Just a STR check needed to restrain the dwarf, so a 20 for Uragum.
Zelra STR: 1
Uragum is out of his seat before the dwarf has fully left hers, and the goliath is able to grab hold of her before she can even reach the door. She struggles for only a moment, quickly realizing the futility. Sly stops by the door as well, flapping in midair now that the dwarf is held still.
Both Ola and Zelra receive an electric shock as they hold down the man, but Zelra is able to pry the dagger-like object from his hand clutching it. Ola takes 2 lightning damage and Zelra takes 2 lightning damage from the process.
From closer range, both can see that the human is inundated with lightning, pulsing throughout his body. The item, now in Zelra's hands, is warm to the touch, and is pulsating in rhythm with the lightning.
The patrons at their tables are all standing now, looking on with more than a little curiosity.
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Sylyra watches the man jerk. "That looks painful," he says with a smirk. He then looks around for the half-orc Caah.