"Oh those?" One of the guards looks to the stands. "They were found in some of the fields after some digging a few years ago. The mayor thought they would make interesting decorations since we couldn't work out anything except they look a little like us."
"Hmm..." Captain Obaysch looks through his monocle at the 'golems'. "Seem to be some sort of mechanical being, hard to tell without digging into the inner workings, and an engineer would be much better at working out its actual functions." He then looks down to his pistol, then to the guard. "Not a soul should touch my effects, understand?"
"Of course." The guard gestures to the table. "It would be against the mayor's wishes to take someone else's belongings."
@Zack
You're unsure (without an appropriate Arcana check as to whether it was a warforged or some sort of golem. However, it appears that not all the parts are properly aligned, as if these are just spare parts from multiple bodies placed as best they can to fit. The faces are very basic in design, though nicely sculpted. The torso appears to have a mostly stone casing with wooden plates to provide slight definition. The arms look a little too short, as if from a different figure, and have fingers with steel articulated joints. If they were properly repaired and remade, they probably could be useful to whoever controls them.
Zack is unsure as to the crafting of golems and warforged, but it is more likely a warforged if made with different materials. However, given these are mix and match from different parts, it could actually be bits of warforged and bits of golems.
Ankor, upon walking into the mayors' house, thinking about what Tefkae said about leaving his clan on the rest of the walkover, decides that story, is better suited for another day. He takes a look around taking particular notice to the two swords in the case and the painting of the paladin. thinking to himself trying to remember any stories told to him or from what little reading he has done or come across on others who serve their various gods. History : 5 Or Religion : 12 once up the stairs Ankor unlashes his longsword and scabbard, and places them on the table provided, his shield directly ontop reaching around his back along his waistline he pulls two handaxe's out and places them on either side of the shield. He does this in a very presentational way each piece carefully placed with purpose. turning to the guard, "This is all I carry."
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If Tefkae had brows, they would be Tefkae too is given pause by the armors; and yet, dared not to approach them even with any mentioned allowances. They all but ignored Zack for the first time during this, though jerked her attention to him at the word 'Golem'. There's an awkward moment of silence prior to her turning back to the stands and stating, "The designs are not dissimilar to my own. However, I am neither of my brother units, so I could not confirm with certainty their age or potential origins. I can, however, conclude that these -- most of these, at least, are members of the Forged."
Seeming to no longer care further about the display any further, the warforged makes their way to the table next and follow Ankor's example. Try to at least, though aside from the daggers and pistol at their hip and hidden away in a boot, any potential weapon (exception the hidden armblade and bag of holding) is set on the table without much care. Before any of the guards get handsy, she does at least open it towards them just enough to see nothing inside... if they pay any attention to it.
Regardless, Mr. Pepper alights atop the table and pantomimes giving the good captain a mock salute.
While the architecture and structures are hard to pinpoint in how old they are, there is something he thinks of after seeing that painting of the supposed paladin. There's only been one sign of religion in the area that the group has seen, and that was the one chapel with a small field beside it. However, there was no obvious iconography on its front to depict a deity it is dedicated to, and there hasn't been any signs of anyone wearing the cloth, nor having holy symbols worn or on their walls.
Mr. Pepper leaps up onto the temple, taking a space to the side to get comfortable. One of the guards chuckles a little nervously as the tressym salutes to him.
"Oh, feel free to pop your bags down." One of the guards offers. "If you've really been travelling in the mists beyond the village, you're probably needing to unburden for a bit. I'm pretty sure the mayor will request the herbal drink stuff that's here for refreshments, so let us know if it really is that good, would you?" Two of the remaining guards position themselves across the corridor from the golem stands, putting their spears to rest idly on their shoulders as they get comfortable.
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Zack nods at Tefkae's assessment. With nothing more he can gleam from the armor stands, he walks over the table and places his rapier and his dagger on the table. However, he keeps his backpack and his shield with him.
Victoria puts all of her things down. She wants to follow the rules with no hostility. Although she keeps Sailor on the leash. "How much further? I think we have waited long enough and we are now all defenseless. Is there anything else?" She's used to following court protocol but this is getting tiresome.
The one guard who hasn't taken a position shakes his head. "No, we can just head on in now." He says. He leads the group over towards the double doors.
Captain Obaysch seems to be telling Eight-Bit to wait by the table with his mop, the modron silently following his order as it stands beside where Mr. Pepper has taken residence.
Opening the double doors, the guard allows the group into the inner sanctum of the mayor's estate. This single room is moderately well sized, with a dark stone floor. Adorning the walls are several larger, grander portrait frames, each containing a painting of what appears to be scenes of countryside. Beneath the artwork are several wooden cases with glass tops, showing old looking parchments and some pieces of stone. Ahead of the group is another worn rug that leads up to a half dozen fancy chairs and a blackened wooden desk. Sitting on the desk are a pair of tabby cats, their tails drooped off the sides as they look towards the party when they arrive. Seated behind the desk writing some notes into a ledger is a human man that looks remarkably like the human man in the portrait by the staircase.
The man behind the desk doesn't look up initially, continuing to scratch his feather quill upon the parchment pages. "Thank you, Davrill." He says, his voice a little dry, but with a strong barritone. "Please tell Miss Fygg to warm the kettle." The guard bows and takes his leave, the room now only having the party, the mayor, and the two cats. Sailor whines quietly as it locks eyes on the two cats that watch with seemingly unblinking eyes.
The man scratches the quill for another couple of seconds before putting it to rest by an inkwell. "They say you are from beyond the mists, travellers." The man says to the group as he stands up. His long dark gown flows smoothly as he looks up to see the group. The flicker of a small lantern on the desk catches the silvery eyes that watch the group like a hawk. "Well it is something that our quiet little village have not seen in generations, so it is the mayor's role to welcome you... Welcome to our village." He gestures for the group to take a seat. "Would you care for refreshments? I prefer a herbal concoction, we have a plant that grows in the gardens that is perfect for a hot drink."
It seems fairly obvious to you that the mayor is not used to entertaning guests, especially "travellers". However, there is one thing that he does pick up on, the mayor has a lot less hesitation and isn't taken aback by the party's appearance, like all the guards and villagers were when they saw the likes of the robot-man, the walking hippo, etc.
Before stepping in, Tefkae gives the guard a red-eyed look and says, "I am one of the forged. I do not get tired in such a fashion, nor will I part with this bag, if its not required of me. But your concern is appreciated."If this and the showing the emptiness of the bag before is enough, they step inside now holding the bag close to their chest as if it were some safety blanket. And if not, Tefkae at least is the very last to enter as they spend a perhaps inordinate amount of town staring at their bag prior to pantomiming kissing it and having Mr. Pepper fly over and sit on it on their way into the next room.
"I do not gain nourishment from such things, so I will have to decline."They state, but otherwise rely on a more passive insight(18) for at least a hint of something untoward about the man prior to showing hard concern. "The welcome is however appreciated. If it isn't clear, I -- we have a number of questions." They then look to Ankhor and then to Captain Oba, withholding of their questions for at least the time being.
Victoria tries to calm Sailor. She picks him up and holds him. As much as she loves animals she will resist wanting to pet the cats.
Anyways, she says to the mayor, "No, thank you. We are from beyond the mists, as you say. But would you perhaps elaborate as to why you don't get visitor like us often. What kind of world is this?"
The mayor walks over towards one of the glass topped cases. "I have studied a lot of the ancient texts of my predecessors." The mayor explains. "I understand that somewhere out there are other villages, some dozens the size of this one and that there are other interesting folk there, like yourselves." He lightly puts his hand upon the glass case, as if tracing over the lines of the illegible script on the old parchment. "However, this village resides within the mists, headed out into the mists without the guiding beacons means you are sure to forever be lost there; those who have gone without a lantern are not seen again."
The mayor looks over to the group, and down at Sailor wriggling in Victoria's grasp. "Your pet seems to be interested in my cats." He comments, before looking to the group in general. "Yes, I understand you have many questions, so please ask them."
Seeing as no other would step up(at not immediate enough for them), Tefkae pantomiming clearing their throat. "Then this one shall begin. Though first, the appropriate introductions."Tefkae bows fully at the waist, disappearing almost completely behind whatever obstructions happen to be between them and the Mayor. "This one has been designated Tefkae, Bounty Hunter and former resident of the City of Karn. And I am one of the forged, otherwise known as a Warforged." They pause at least long enough for the others to do the same at their leisure. But beyond that, they press on by saying, "My inquires are as follows. One. What exactly is this mist? Two. Is it known how the lanterns assist in the prevention of becoming lost in the mist? And if so, how exactly? Three. The word "criminal" seems to not be a commonly known word. Yet, there are guards."
"Thus, my question is thusly: Are there other threats to be expected lurking in the mist? Or is it that internal threats are given a different title? And four, if we were to seek the useage of these lanterns or previous records of past ventures into the surrounding areas, what must we do to accomplish this?"
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The mayor stops looking at the writings protected by the glass case and turns to face Tefkae. "You have pertinent questions." He begins to walk over towards the table again, raising a hand to lightly pet the head of one of the cats that purrs quietly. "The mists have been here since before the earliest records, it is just a factor of life here. The lanterns that protect this town are blessed by the priest, safeguarding the townsfolk from what potentially hide within the mists to devour us when we become lost. The term criminal is not one we have had to use for over a generation, as the concept of crime is mostly eradicated from this place, the guards are honoured roles within the community as they are trained with the smith's weapons in case creatures from within the mists attack. I had them escort you here in case you were one of these creatures hidden in the bodies of those lost there long ago." The mayor then returns to behind his desk, but refrains from taking a seat. "Miss Fygg will be here any moment."
As if like clockwork, there is a knock on the door. "Enter." The mayor calls forward. Headed into the room is a human lady in her winter years, her hair tied back in a bun, leaving her wrinkled face unobscured. She pushes ahead of her a catering trolley which has a large clean teapot and several ornate teacups. "Oh, goodness!" She exclaims upon seeing the group. "It is quite alright, Miss Fygg." The mayor says calmly. "Just leave the refreshments there, you are free to return to your other duties." "Y-yes, lord mayor." She gives a curtsey before hurriedly leaving the room again.
"Good lord!" Captain Obaysch calls out, sniffing loudly. "That smells like a proper brew." "You are quite correct, traveller." The mayor comments, moving from behind the desk towards the catering trolley. "This exotic plant grows within the gardens that our herbalists identified as something that when crushed and applied to heated water makes a herbal infusion that is quite enjoyable." He raises the teacup and teapot, pouring a long stream of grey steaming liquid; one would assume it would have a dark brown colour if there were such a thing in this world.
As the mayor passes by the party, Sailor yaps at him, sniffing as his tail wags slightly. Seems the dog wants to meet all these strange newcomers.
There is a few seconds of pause whilst the mayor pours another cup. "Would any of you care to sample the drink?"
"Indeed I would." Captain Obaysch replies, stepping forward and taking one of the delicate cups and saucers into his massive hands. "Yes, now then, we require supplies to repair our ship. Since you are offering us information, where would we be able to acquire parts to complete these repairs?"
"There is a pair of lumberjacks that live on the outskirts of the village." The mayor replies. "They might be able to aid in providing timber for your repairing project."
Sailor yaps again, wanting to wriggle from Victoria's arms. (Victoria, please make a DC 11 Wisdom (Animal Handling) check to stop Sailor from going after the cats.)
There is another knock at the door. "Oh, what is it this time?" The mayor mumbles to himself. "Enter!" He calls over. One of the guards steps into the room. "Sorry to disturb you, Mayor." He says. "But the blacksmith's called about some of the creatures being back. They require the guards to fend it off." "I see..." The mayor replies passively. He takes a sip of his drink. "You're dismissed, please deal with them." "Yes, sir!" The guard closes the doors as the sounds of the guards leaving can be heard from behind the doors. There is then a loud slurp that comes from Captain Obaysch as he samples the drink. "Hmm, yes... Bitter, just as it should be." He utters to himself. "None of this oxen's milk diluting a good drink."
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Ankor has stood off the to side listening to the questions and answers, the speak of a priest's blessings has caught his attention more than the story of the mist. with the second distraction of the guards having to leave to fend off whatever comes from the mist. (Part of him wants to run off with the guards but he stays instead, letting them deal with whatever it is until he feels it necessary to step in.) After Captain Obaysch finishes is statement Ankor steps forward. "I am Ankor Iron Might of the Mountian Tumble Clan. A place very different and far from here." He doesn't bow as Tefkae had, but maintains constant eye contact with the mayor. "these creatures attacking the village is this an everyday occurrence? When they do attack is it always the same place or time of day? What is taken from the village? How successful have your guards been at killing or keeping these attackers at bay?" Ankor rattles off the questions quickly and sternly demanding answers. It is not that he doesn't care for the other questions that were asked or the fact that Lady Victoria is having to settle Sailor from pouncing the cats on the table or the captain's comments on the herbal tea is not distracting him. His mind went straight to battle mode hearing the words of the guards needing to fend off attacks from the mist and he wants all the information before making his decision to turn and join the guards to help.
Ankor is attempting to take charge of the conversation to pull information he needs rather than wait for it to be either freely given or at a cost. He doesn't want to end up in a back and forth bargaining spat and end up owing a debt for the mere sake of having information. If he is going to owe a debt it will be because of actions worthy of owing the said debt.
All this time Zack has just been sitting quietly in his seat. His eyes shift from one person to another as each one speaks or does something. He takes mental notes of things he finds interesting. Such things include the creatures that lurk in the mists; the possible existence of other races somewhere beyond the mists and coffee. He also eyes Sailor and the cats from time to time, wondering how the mayor would react if Sailor attacked the cats.
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"Oh those?" One of the guards looks to the stands. "They were found in some of the fields after some digging a few years ago. The mayor thought they would make interesting decorations since we couldn't work out anything except they look a little like us."
"Hmm..." Captain Obaysch looks through his monocle at the 'golems'. "Seem to be some sort of mechanical being, hard to tell without digging into the inner workings, and an engineer would be much better at working out its actual functions." He then looks down to his pistol, then to the guard. "Not a soul should touch my effects, understand?"
"Of course." The guard gestures to the table. "It would be against the mayor's wishes to take someone else's belongings."
@Zack
You're unsure (without an appropriate Arcana check as to whether it was a warforged or some sort of golem. However, it appears that not all the parts are properly aligned, as if these are just spare parts from multiple bodies placed as best they can to fit. The faces are very basic in design, though nicely sculpted. The torso appears to have a mostly stone casing with wooden plates to provide slight definition. The arms look a little too short, as if from a different figure, and have fingers with steel articulated joints. If they were properly repaired and remade, they probably could be useful to whoever controls them.
Arcana: 10
@Zack
Zack is unsure as to the crafting of golems and warforged, but it is more likely a warforged if made with different materials. However, given these are mix and match from different parts, it could actually be bits of warforged and bits of golems.
Ankor, upon walking into the mayors' house, thinking about what Tefkae said about leaving his clan on the rest of the walkover, decides that story, is better suited for another day. He takes a look around taking particular notice to the two swords in the case and the painting of the paladin. thinking to himself trying to remember any stories told to him or from what little reading he has done or come across on others who serve their various gods. History : 5 Or Religion : 12 once up the stairs Ankor unlashes his longsword and scabbard, and places them on the table provided, his shield directly ontop reaching around his back along his waistline he pulls two handaxe's out and places them on either side of the shield. He does this in a very presentational way each piece carefully placed with purpose. turning to the guard, "This is all I carry."
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If Tefkae had brows, they would be Tefkae too is given pause by the armors; and yet, dared not to approach them even with any mentioned allowances. They all but ignored Zack for the first time during this, though jerked her attention to him at the word 'Golem'. There's an awkward moment of silence prior to her turning back to the stands and stating, "The designs are not dissimilar to my own. However, I am neither of my brother units, so I could not confirm with certainty their age or potential origins. I can, however, conclude that these -- most of these, at least, are members of the Forged."
Seeming to no longer care further about the display any further, the warforged makes their way to the table next and follow Ankor's example. Try to at least, though aside from the daggers and pistol at their hip and hidden away in a boot, any potential weapon (exception the hidden armblade and bag of holding) is set on the table without much care. Before any of the guards get handsy, she does at least open it towards them just enough to see nothing inside... if they pay any attention to it.
Regardless, Mr. Pepper alights atop the table and pantomimes giving the good captain a mock salute.
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@Ankor:
While the architecture and structures are hard to pinpoint in how old they are, there is something he thinks of after seeing that painting of the supposed paladin. There's only been one sign of religion in the area that the group has seen, and that was the one chapel with a small field beside it. However, there was no obvious iconography on its front to depict a deity it is dedicated to, and there hasn't been any signs of anyone wearing the cloth, nor having holy symbols worn or on their walls.
Mr. Pepper leaps up onto the temple, taking a space to the side to get comfortable. One of the guards chuckles a little nervously as the tressym salutes to him.
"Oh, feel free to pop your bags down." One of the guards offers. "If you've really been travelling in the mists beyond the village, you're probably needing to unburden for a bit. I'm pretty sure the mayor will request the herbal drink stuff that's here for refreshments, so let us know if it really is that good, would you?" Two of the remaining guards position themselves across the corridor from the golem stands, putting their spears to rest idly on their shoulders as they get comfortable.
(If any of you wish to attempt to conceal a short enough weapon, like a dagger, then please make a DC 12 Dexterity (Sleight of Hand check)
Zack nods at Tefkae's assessment. With nothing more he can gleam from the armor stands, he walks over the table and places his rapier and his dagger on the table. However, he keeps his backpack and his shield with him.
Victoria puts all of her things down. She wants to follow the rules with no hostility. Although she keeps Sailor on the leash. "How much further? I think we have waited long enough and we are now all defenseless. Is there anything else?" She's used to following court protocol but this is getting tiresome.
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The one guard who hasn't taken a position shakes his head. "No, we can just head on in now." He says. He leads the group over towards the double doors.
Captain Obaysch seems to be telling Eight-Bit to wait by the table with his mop, the modron silently following his order as it stands beside where Mr. Pepper has taken residence.
Opening the double doors, the guard allows the group into the inner sanctum of the mayor's estate. This single room is moderately well sized, with a dark stone floor. Adorning the walls are several larger, grander portrait frames, each containing a painting of what appears to be scenes of countryside. Beneath the artwork are several wooden cases with glass tops, showing old looking parchments and some pieces of stone. Ahead of the group is another worn rug that leads up to a half dozen fancy chairs and a blackened wooden desk. Sitting on the desk are a pair of tabby cats, their tails drooped off the sides as they look towards the party when they arrive. Seated behind the desk writing some notes into a ledger is a human man that looks remarkably like the human man in the portrait by the staircase.
The man behind the desk doesn't look up initially, continuing to scratch his feather quill upon the parchment pages. "Thank you, Davrill." He says, his voice a little dry, but with a strong barritone. "Please tell Miss Fygg to warm the kettle." The guard bows and takes his leave, the room now only having the party, the mayor, and the two cats. Sailor whines quietly as it locks eyes on the two cats that watch with seemingly unblinking eyes.
The man scratches the quill for another couple of seconds before putting it to rest by an inkwell. "They say you are from beyond the mists, travellers." The man says to the group as he stands up. His long dark gown flows smoothly as he looks up to see the group. The flicker of a small lantern on the desk catches the silvery eyes that watch the group like a hawk. "Well it is something that our quiet little village have not seen in generations, so it is the mayor's role to welcome you... Welcome to our village." He gestures for the group to take a seat. "Would you care for refreshments? I prefer a herbal concoction, we have a plant that grows in the gardens that is perfect for a hot drink."
Zack is still suspicious. He is on alert, mentally picking apart the mayors words and eyeing his body language.
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@Zack
It seems fairly obvious to you that the mayor is not used to entertaning guests, especially "travellers". However, there is one thing that he does pick up on, the mayor has a lot less hesitation and isn't taken aback by the party's appearance, like all the guards and villagers were when they saw the likes of the robot-man, the walking hippo, etc.
Before stepping in, Tefkae gives the guard a red-eyed look and says, "I am one of the forged. I do not get tired in such a fashion, nor will I part with this bag, if its not required of me. But your concern is appreciated." If this and the showing the emptiness of the bag before is enough, they step inside now holding the bag close to their chest as if it were some safety blanket. And if not, Tefkae at least is the very last to enter as they spend a perhaps inordinate amount of town staring at their bag prior to pantomiming kissing it and having Mr. Pepper fly over and sit on it on their way into the next room.
"I do not gain nourishment from such things, so I will have to decline." They state, but otherwise rely on a more passive insight(18) for at least a hint of something untoward about the man prior to showing hard concern. "The welcome is however appreciated. If it isn't clear, I -- we have a number of questions." They then look to Ankhor and then to Captain Oba, withholding of their questions for at least the time being.
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Victoria tries to calm Sailor. She picks him up and holds him. As much as she loves animals she will resist wanting to pet the cats.
Anyways, she says to the mayor, "No, thank you. We are from beyond the mists, as you say. But would you perhaps elaborate as to why you don't get visitor like us often. What kind of world is this?"
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The mayor walks over towards one of the glass topped cases. "I have studied a lot of the ancient texts of my predecessors." The mayor explains. "I understand that somewhere out there are other villages, some dozens the size of this one and that there are other interesting folk there, like yourselves." He lightly puts his hand upon the glass case, as if tracing over the lines of the illegible script on the old parchment. "However, this village resides within the mists, headed out into the mists without the guiding beacons means you are sure to forever be lost there; those who have gone without a lantern are not seen again."
The mayor looks over to the group, and down at Sailor wriggling in Victoria's grasp. "Your pet seems to be interested in my cats." He comments, before looking to the group in general. "Yes, I understand you have many questions, so please ask them."
Seeing as no other would step up(at not immediate enough for them), Tefkae pantomiming clearing their throat. "Then this one shall begin. Though first, the appropriate introductions." Tefkae bows fully at the waist, disappearing almost completely behind whatever obstructions happen to be between them and the Mayor. "This one has been designated Tefkae, Bounty Hunter and former resident of the City of Karn. And I am one of the forged, otherwise known as a Warforged." They pause at least long enough for the others to do the same at their leisure. But beyond that, they press on by saying, "My inquires are as follows. One. What exactly is this mist? Two. Is it known how the lanterns assist in the prevention of becoming lost in the mist? And if so, how exactly? Three. The word "criminal" seems to not be a commonly known word. Yet, there are guards."
"Thus, my question is thusly: Are there other threats to be expected lurking in the mist? Or is it that internal threats are given a different title? And four, if we were to seek the useage of these lanterns or previous records of past ventures into the surrounding areas, what must we do to accomplish this?"
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The mayor stops looking at the writings protected by the glass case and turns to face Tefkae. "You have pertinent questions." He begins to walk over towards the table again, raising a hand to lightly pet the head of one of the cats that purrs quietly. "The mists have been here since before the earliest records, it is just a factor of life here. The lanterns that protect this town are blessed by the priest, safeguarding the townsfolk from what potentially hide within the mists to devour us when we become lost. The term criminal is not one we have had to use for over a generation, as the concept of crime is mostly eradicated from this place, the guards are honoured roles within the community as they are trained with the smith's weapons in case creatures from within the mists attack. I had them escort you here in case you were one of these creatures hidden in the bodies of those lost there long ago." The mayor then returns to behind his desk, but refrains from taking a seat. "Miss Fygg will be here any moment."
As if like clockwork, there is a knock on the door. "Enter." The mayor calls forward. Headed into the room is a human lady in her winter years, her hair tied back in a bun, leaving her wrinkled face unobscured. She pushes ahead of her a catering trolley which has a large clean teapot and several ornate teacups.
"Oh, goodness!" She exclaims upon seeing the group.
"It is quite alright, Miss Fygg." The mayor says calmly. "Just leave the refreshments there, you are free to return to your other duties."
"Y-yes, lord mayor." She gives a curtsey before hurriedly leaving the room again.
"Good lord!" Captain Obaysch calls out, sniffing loudly. "That smells like a proper brew."
"You are quite correct, traveller." The mayor comments, moving from behind the desk towards the catering trolley. "This exotic plant grows within the gardens that our herbalists identified as something that when crushed and applied to heated water makes a herbal infusion that is quite enjoyable." He raises the teacup and teapot, pouring a long stream of grey steaming liquid; one would assume it would have a dark brown colour if there were such a thing in this world.
As the mayor passes by the party, Sailor yaps at him, sniffing as his tail wags slightly. Seems the dog wants to meet all these strange newcomers.
There is a few seconds of pause whilst the mayor pours another cup. "Would any of you care to sample the drink?"
"Indeed I would." Captain Obaysch replies, stepping forward and taking one of the delicate cups and saucers into his massive hands. "Yes, now then, we require supplies to repair our ship. Since you are offering us information, where would we be able to acquire parts to complete these repairs?"
"There is a pair of lumberjacks that live on the outskirts of the village." The mayor replies. "They might be able to aid in providing timber for your repairing project."
Sailor yaps again, wanting to wriggle from Victoria's arms. (Victoria, please make a DC 11 Wisdom (Animal Handling) check to stop Sailor from going after the cats.)
There is another knock at the door. "Oh, what is it this time?" The mayor mumbles to himself. "Enter!" He calls over.
One of the guards steps into the room. "Sorry to disturb you, Mayor." He says. "But the blacksmith's called about some of the creatures being back. They require the guards to fend it off."
"I see..." The mayor replies passively. He takes a sip of his drink. "You're dismissed, please deal with them."
"Yes, sir!" The guard closes the doors as the sounds of the guards leaving can be heard from behind the doors.
There is then a loud slurp that comes from Captain Obaysch as he samples the drink. "Hmm, yes... Bitter, just as it should be." He utters to himself. "None of this oxen's milk diluting a good drink."
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"Please stop Sailor," Victoria tries to say in a hush. "What kind of creatures are they?"
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Ankor has stood off the to side listening to the questions and answers, the speak of a priest's blessings has caught his attention more than the story of the mist. with the second distraction of the guards having to leave to fend off whatever comes from the mist. (Part of him wants to run off with the guards but he stays instead, letting them deal with whatever it is until he feels it necessary to step in.) After Captain Obaysch finishes is statement Ankor steps forward. "I am Ankor Iron Might of the Mountian Tumble Clan. A place very different and far from here." He doesn't bow as Tefkae had, but maintains constant eye contact with the mayor. "these creatures attacking the village is this an everyday occurrence? When they do attack is it always the same place or time of day? What is taken from the village? How successful have your guards been at killing or keeping these attackers at bay?" Ankor rattles off the questions quickly and sternly demanding answers. It is not that he doesn't care for the other questions that were asked or the fact that Lady Victoria is having to settle Sailor from pouncing the cats on the table or the captain's comments on the herbal tea is not distracting him. His mind went straight to battle mode hearing the words of the guards needing to fend off attacks from the mist and he wants all the information before making his decision to turn and join the guards to help.
Ankor is attempting to take charge of the conversation to pull information he needs rather than wait for it to be either freely given or at a cost. He doesn't want to end up in a back and forth bargaining spat and end up owing a debt for the mere sake of having information. If he is going to owe a debt it will be because of actions worthy of owing the said debt.
Intimidation : 10
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All this time Zack has just been sitting quietly in his seat. His eyes shift from one person to another as each one speaks or does something. He takes mental notes of things he finds interesting. Such things include the creatures that lurk in the mists; the possible existence of other races somewhere beyond the mists and coffee. He also eyes Sailor and the cats from time to time, wondering how the mayor would react if Sailor attacked the cats.