Gallia Campaign 1

@ the party, while you are all discussing matters, you can hear a commotion happening outside the Inn.

"We can give some to a worthy institution, like the Temple of Tyr" Casmir tells Stannic "and we can also use it to get better equipment and be better at what we do... Wait, what's this noise?"

Casmir forgets about the discussion and starts walking towards the door to see what's happening.

Gimble follows suit

@ Casmir and Gimble, You make your way outside the Inn to see some arguing between some drunks. One looks seriously wounded. None of them have noticed either of you. There appears someone is trying to help the wounded drunk.

@ Ren, (OOC: describe your character, and you may now post like the rest of the party)

(OOC: date July 28th. time 12:59 p.m.)

(OOC: quests in the spoiler below)

As you step out of the inn, you see a tall, dark-skinned woman, curly hair pulled back from her face, and dressed in black and white robes marked with lunar symbols, separating an aggressive drunkard from another man who seems to have fallen badly and split open his head on the cobbles.

'You, SIT.' she says, pointing at the aggressive drunk, her voice ringing with command as he automatically obeys her, leaving her free to bend over the injured man.
'Why do you men need to drink so much...' she mutters, exasperatedly, as she places her right hand firmly on his head while the left clutches an amulet, which glows with the cool white light of the moon as the area touching his head glows similarly. ‘Though he be a fool, my lady, let him live with the chance of better decisions to come…’ she says, as the blood ceases to flow, and the man suddenly starts snoring loudly.
As the snoring continues, she stands and turns back to the formerly aggressive drunk who is now sat in a puddle of his own urine, as he looks up at her in a combination of puzzlement and panic.
'As for you, go home and sober up. Now!' the last comes out like a whipcrack - no arcane force this time, just the confident projection of someone used to being listened to when they speak...

As the drunkard flees the scene, she takes a moment to peer round the area, her dark eyes fierce, in case there are any other drunkards, wastrels or other malcontents she needs to deal with…

“Well that certainly did the trick, look at em go, ha” Gimble says with amusement.

@ Gimble and Casmir, The disorderly drunks obey the strange woman. She tends to the injured one, as things calm down the group disperses and goes about their day. Mostly going in separate directions. Once she finishes healing the injured man, he thanks the woman and also goes about their day. Leaving Gimble and Casmir alone with the woman.

@ Ren, You did what you needed to do and now two strangers stand before you. A Gnome and a Tiefling. An odd pair to be sure, but not uncommon in the major cities of Gallia. As a holy woman you make note of the symbol of Tyr on the Tiefling.

@ everyone, (OOC: what do you do next? And no one seems to be posting, for a while I was waiting to give everyone a chance to post. Is everyone getting notifications?, I know this site gets buggy sometimes.)

Stannic stumbles out of the door to the inn, trailing both Gimble and Casmir by a minute or two and clutching the sack to his chest, pieces of gold glinting from the opening. “What?” he shoots the other two a look “I couldn’t just leave it laying on the table.  Let’s get this to a room, it is heavy”  Stannic looks over to the woman in the alley “Who are you?  Did you make this racket?”

"It seems she was the one who ended it, Stannic" Casmir tells the druid. Casmir looks at the woman and tries to remember if the symbols in her clothing mean anything to him. Addressing the woman, he continues: "I suppose we have you to thank for preventing a bad fight. I am Casmir, a humble servant of Tyr. These are my friends Gimble and Stannic, and you are...?"

Gimble laughs out loud at Casmir’s response. “She indeed ended it. And sorry Stannic, you’re right let’s get back inside.” Nodding to the curly haired one, “Come in, have a meal on me. I’m sure we’d love to hear the story of how this fight went down.”

Ren nods to Casimir, with a wry smile 'It seems I'm spending an inordinate amount of time stopping drunks from killing each other. A meal and a drink would be very welcome, it's been a long day...'

She brushes off her robes, which the sharp-eared would recognise rustle with the sound of chain mail, and follows the group into the inn.

@ everyone, the four of you go inside the Stonehill Inn, and find a table to sit at. (the one the party was sitting at previously). Elsa comes over. Elsa: (to everyone) "That was abrupt, everything okay out there?"

Ren nods towards the woman.

'All fine, just a couple of people who'd drunk too much getting into a fight. I've set them both right and on their way home...'

Gimble talks to Stannic, “Should we finish our business with the gold before we sit down at the table with a stranger. She could be helpful to our group sure, but she’s still a stranger and it’s a lot of gold on the table.”

Stannic shrugs at Gimble, thrusting the bag of gold towards him. “Do you have a place to keep it?  Here have it, it is much too heavy for me to carry around and I don’t know what to do with it”  He turns his body in a clumsy attempt to hide the bag from the women, whispering “Do you think we can trust her?”

@ everyone, Elsa turns towards Ren, Elsa: (to Ren) "Hello there, Can I get you something?"

“Maybe we just excuse ourselves for a minute….or maybe she did put the drunks in place so may be of a law abiding personality,” Gimble responds with a shrug. 

“We have some business to conclude. Would ya mind giving us a few moments,” Gimble says to Ren.

Ren nods to Gimble briefly, ‘I need to arrange a room anyway. I’ll meet you back here once I’ve gotten cleaned and settled in, if that will give you enough time to complete your business?’

She turns to Elsa ‘I’ll need a room for the night, my dear, would you be able to show me to one please? And perhaps arrange a bath?’

@ Gimble, Casmir, and Stannic, Ren leaves you three be as you privately discuss. You all notice how empty the Inn is at the moment and think it would be best to whisper your conversation to prevent anyone from overhearing, even though the only ones who could hear you are Ren, Elsa, and Toblen.

@ Ren, Elsa: (to Ren) "I sure can. It will be one gold for a room for one day. As for the bath, use of the tub will come with your room. I'll need someone to carry the tub to your room. If you aren't capable of lifting it, I'll see if Mr. Stonehill is available."

(To Elsa) ‘I can help you carry the bath to the room dear, I’m not one to shirk a little work…’