“Hey guys! I saw a cool show, had some drinks, ate some great! Food. There’s a lot of amazing stuff here. And my friend Edgar is here, I’d love to introduce you to him. Khaz, what happened to your face? I mean... what -else- happened to your face?” Bart is animated and pretty upbeat about his evening.
Hearing Bart's voice, Wulcrath looks up in his direction, a little grin spreading across his face as he sees him. "Bart? Bart! Where did you run off to? We were just about to go looking for you!"
"Ye better be drunk or somethin'll happen to yer face, pointy ears. An' I thought you were s'posed tae look fer this "Duchess" not have fun with yer friends!"
With the sun sinking, its almost surprising how fast the day flips to night. It takes some time due to the many, many steps that lead to the Canvas Tier. Once at the door, you find Edgartalking with the guards at the door; one seems interested, the other clearly longs for another time.
Wulcrathand Khazanare eyed up with suspicion, with their open weapons. "No funny business." The taller of the two state. They raise their eyebrows at Luckybut all let you all in.
You all see the grand-sized, well-decorated and candle lit performance hall as well as a serving tavern. Currently quite busy; people mingling, laugh, drinking. While there's plenty of merriment, no one's particularly raucous. In fact, sparkles from pins on lapels, make-up faces gives you the impression this is quite a special night.
Edgarushers you all into a comfortably sized booth for you all to sit, "Lovely to see you all. Such colourful characters. I'm Edgar Burr, a good friend of Bart and his family. Ah, There was a half-orc? Never the matter. You all must be hungry if you've been wondering around the entire day, let me - Oh, look at that good timing!"
He says as a few of the staff bring over large plates of sharing food; seasoned fowl legs, herbed potatoes, a variety of colourful sauces, steaming slices of rump in juice, delicate green leaves, chunks of fish drizzled in lemon, and so on. Glass decanters and dark bottles are dotted around the table.
"By all means, my treat! It has been far too long since I saw Bart last," He smiles before asking, "All your first time to Tamor? Enjoying yourselves?" Edgar's eyes rest on Khazan's, thankfully dry, but still fresh wound.
“Pleasure to meet you, Edgar, and thank you for the food,” Daffafle replies, trying to recall proper meal manners for such a fancy establishment. “My name is Daffafle Volproton, originally hailing from the Ravenwood Forest region. Tamor is a lovely town; it seems to attract a much fancier crowd than I’m accustomed to.” She continues eating for a few moments, then points to the raven on her shoulder, “and this is Lucky.”
"What? Never saw a dwarf 'efore? Y'know its rude tae stare someone like that." says Khazan, while unceremoniously stuffing his mouth with potatoes and drizzling down large quantities of wine. He cleans his mouth with the back of his hand, supresses a burp, and starts to stare Edgar back.
"My pleasure, Ms Volproton, my pleasure! Ravenwood, eh? Beautiful area. A must be peaceful, away from the hustle and bustle of the cities!"Edgarsips his wine then chuckles at Daffafle'scomment, "Tamor isn't usually like this, the Duchess's arrival has caused all of this; and wasn't it worth it?! Must be singing from Correllon himself! Just remembering it gave me the shudders..."
Edgarsmiles before replying in Dwarvish with notable fluency, "Oh yes, I may have met a dwarf or two before." He carries on in Common, "yes, yes, drink up. Not too bad, wouldn't you say?" He leans in close to Bart, looks elsewhere and whispers, "I see what you mean by hairy..."
"Pleasure, Wulcrath! Does the name mean anything in Draconic? I've attempted to learn in my younger days, but it was quite the challenge." Following the dragonborn, Edgarlooks around, "Stunning, isn't it! How about this; would you all like to stay here tonight? I've a arranged for a room each! A single room, my strings only go so far, but it would be only wonderful. What do you say?"
"We weren't even s'possed tae be here, but we can't refuse such a generous offer." Replies the dwarf, his words barely intelligible as his mouth is full again with food. He swallows, takes a bottle from the table and after a few long sips he talks to Edgar. "Say, I heard there's a dwarven temple in this city. I'm thinkin' 'bout visiting it, can ye give me some directions to it?"
Daffafle meets Wulcrath's questioning glance with a shrug.
"A warm room does sound nice, but part of me thinks we ought to be on the road still. We have many a day ahead of us on our journey, and we can't leave the donkeys alone for too long...but I'll defer to the group's decision."
After a little bit of deliberation it's agreed it is too good to pass a free night to stay in an impressive venue!
With the situation of accommodation sorted, the air becomes more relaxed and there more merriment, food and conversation. When there's a gentle blur on the vision and ways of thinking, you're all shown to your own spacious single rooms. Beds with many cushions of stunning design that drown you comfort, rugs that feel as if you are the first to read on them and wonderful view that lets you see the snow topped mountains of Southfang almost piercing the stars...
Just as Wulcrath, Bart and Daffafle are all settling down; easing yourselves into bed, taking off tightly strapped gear or drifting on your thoughts you all suddenly hear a man's cry and a firm shutting of a door, just off a slam, follow shortly.
Daffafleand Bart, you can both gauge it was towards the end of the hall where the two exquisite suites were located...
Bart will go out into the hall and open Khazan and Wulcrath’s doors (with thieves tools if necessary) rather than knocking. Then once those doors are open, he’ll go to the end of the hall to listen again.
Hearing the scream Wulcrath shoots straight up out of bed, grabbing his blade, he makes his way out of his room, finding his door unlocked and his heart racing...
"Never a dull moment. I hate it." He whispers to himself as he moves to fall in behind Daffafle, seeing her focused on listening, he opts to stay quiet.
The three of you are quick to confirm the mutual suspicion at the sound heard. In the dark, Wulcrathcan make out a dim light on at the far end room.
Bartand Daffafle, thanks to their superior vision in the dark, they notice shadows moving underneath. Daffafle you notice the movements are filled with tension and sharp movements; the sign of a struggle...
Bartopens the door with no much getting in the way. Before him, he sees a middle-aged man in his undergarments. A figure dark blue clothing trimmed with silver, tight to enable ease of movement. Their face is covered, except the eyes, giving you the look of an weathered man.
"H-help... Assass... in." The man chokes in a hold, while the figure stars with narrowed dark eyes.
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“Hey guys! I saw a cool show, had some drinks, ate some great! Food. There’s a lot of amazing stuff here. And my friend Edgar is here, I’d love to introduce you to him. Khaz, what happened to your face? I mean... what -else- happened to your face?” Bart is animated and pretty upbeat about his evening.
Paladin - warforged - orange
Hearing Bart's voice, Wulcrath looks up in his direction, a little grin spreading across his face as he sees him. "Bart? Bart! Where did you run off to? We were just about to go looking for you!"
Bart looks at Wulcrath. “I’ll do you one better and show you,” leading the way back to Edgar
Paladin - warforged - orange
"Ye better be drunk or somethin'll happen to yer face, pointy ears. An' I thought you were s'posed tae look fer this "Duchess" not have fun with yer friends!"
Khazan begrudgingly follows Bart.
With the sun sinking, its almost surprising how fast the day flips to night. It takes some time due to the many, many steps that lead to the Canvas Tier. Once at the door, you find Edgar talking with the guards at the door; one seems interested, the other clearly longs for another time.
Wulcrath and Khazan are eyed up with suspicion, with their open weapons. "No funny business." The taller of the two state. They raise their eyebrows at Lucky but all let you all in.
You all see the grand-sized, well-decorated and candle lit performance hall as well as a serving tavern. Currently quite busy; people mingling, laugh, drinking. While there's plenty of merriment, no one's particularly raucous. In fact, sparkles from pins on lapels, make-up faces gives you the impression this is quite a special night.
Edgar ushers you all into a comfortably sized booth for you all to sit, "Lovely to see you all. Such colourful characters. I'm Edgar Burr, a good friend of Bart and his family. Ah, There was a half-orc? Never the matter. You all must be hungry if you've been wondering around the entire day, let me - Oh, look at that good timing!"
He says as a few of the staff bring over large plates of sharing food; seasoned fowl legs, herbed potatoes, a variety of colourful sauces, steaming slices of rump in juice, delicate green leaves, chunks of fish drizzled in lemon, and so on. Glass decanters and dark bottles are dotted around the table.
"By all means, my treat! It has been far too long since I saw Bart last," He smiles before asking, "All your first time to Tamor? Enjoying yourselves?" Edgar's eyes rest on Khazan's, thankfully dry, but still fresh wound.
“Pleasure to meet you, Edgar, and thank you for the food,” Daffafle replies, trying to recall proper meal manners for such a fancy establishment. “My name is Daffafle Volproton, originally hailing from the Ravenwood Forest region. Tamor is a lovely town; it seems to attract a much fancier crowd than I’m accustomed to.” She continues eating for a few moments, then points to the raven on her shoulder, “and this is Lucky.”
"What? Never saw a dwarf 'efore? Y'know its rude tae stare someone like that."
says Khazan, while unceremoniously stuffing his mouth with potatoes and drizzling down large quantities of wine.
He cleans his mouth with the back of his hand, supresses a burp, and starts to stare Edgar back.
"Likewise. Nice to meet you Edgar, I'm Wulcrath." Wulcrath sits, feeling a bit out of place in his old, well worn armor.
Picking at his food, Wulcrath looks around Performance Hall. "Wow... I've never seen a place like this. It's beautiful."
"My pleasure, Ms Volproton, my pleasure! Ravenwood, eh? Beautiful area. A must be peaceful, away from the hustle and bustle of the cities!" Edgar sips his wine then chuckles at Daffafle's comment, "Tamor isn't usually like this, the Duchess's arrival has caused all of this; and wasn't it worth it?! Must be singing from Correllon himself! Just remembering it gave me the shudders..."
Edgar smiles before replying in Dwarvish with notable fluency, "Oh yes, I may have met a dwarf or two before." He carries on in Common, "yes, yes, drink up. Not too bad, wouldn't you say?" He leans in close to Bart, looks elsewhere and whispers, "I see what you mean by hairy..."
"Pleasure, Wulcrath! Does the name mean anything in Draconic? I've attempted to learn in my younger days, but it was quite the challenge." Following the dragonborn, Edgar looks around, "Stunning, isn't it! How about this; would you all like to stay here tonight? I've a arranged for a room each! A single room, my strings only go so far, but it would be only wonderful. What do you say?"
Wulcrath looks down into his lap in contemplation, thinking for a moment.
"If it does mean anything, I never figured it out."
Looking back up, Wulcrath gives both Daff and Kaz a little glance. "Could be nice... What do you guys think?"
"We weren't even s'possed tae be here, but we can't refuse such a generous offer."
Replies the dwarf, his words barely intelligible as his mouth is full again with food.
He swallows, takes a bottle from the table and after a few long sips he talks to Edgar.
"Say, I heard there's a dwarven temple in this city. I'm thinkin' 'bout visiting it, can ye give me some directions to it?"
Daffafle meets Wulcrath's questioning glance with a shrug.
"A warm room does sound nice, but part of me thinks we ought to be on the road still. We have many a day ahead of us on our journey, and we can't leave the donkeys alone for too long...but I'll defer to the group's decision."
"Yeah that's right... We DO need to be on the road soon but, do we really wanna shove off at night?"
After a little bit of deliberation it's agreed it is too good to pass a free night to stay in an impressive venue!
With the situation of accommodation sorted, the air becomes more relaxed and there more merriment, food and conversation. When there's a gentle blur on the vision and ways of thinking, you're all shown to your own spacious single rooms. Beds with many cushions of stunning design that drown you comfort, rugs that feel as if you are the first to read on them and wonderful view that lets you see the snow topped mountains of Southfang almost piercing the stars...
Perception checks:
Bart - 18
Daffafle - 17
Khazan - 8
Wulcrath - 16
Just as Wulcrath, Bart and Daffafle are all settling down; easing yourselves into bed, taking off tightly strapped gear or drifting on your thoughts you all suddenly hear a man's cry and a firm shutting of a door, just off a slam, follow shortly.
Daffafle and Bart, you can both gauge it was towards the end of the hall where the two exquisite suites were located...
Bart will go out into the hall and open Khazan and Wulcrath’s doors (with thieves tools if necessary) rather than knocking. Then once those doors are open, he’ll go to the end of the hall to listen again.
Paladin - warforged - orange
Daffafle follows Bart to the end of the hall, attempting to tread as lightly as possible.
No rest for the weary, she muses, mentally imploring Lucky to stay silent on her shoulder.
She focuses, trying to pick up any further sounds, attempting to determine which room the noise came from.
Perception (+1 wis, +3 from sentinel raven bonus): 6
Hearing the scream Wulcrath shoots straight up out of bed, grabbing his blade, he makes his way out of his room, finding his door unlocked and his heart racing...
"Never a dull moment. I hate it." He whispers to himself as he moves to fall in behind Daffafle, seeing her focused on listening, he opts to stay quiet.
The three of you are quick to confirm the mutual suspicion at the sound heard. In the dark, Wulcrath can make out a dim light on at the far end room.
Bart and Daffafle, thanks to their superior vision in the dark, they notice shadows moving underneath. Daffafle you notice the movements are filled with tension and sharp movements; the sign of a struggle...
Bart opens the door
thieves tools if it’s locked 25
Paladin - warforged - orange
Bart opens the door with no much getting in the way. Before him, he sees a middle-aged man in his undergarments. A figure dark blue clothing trimmed with silver, tight to enable ease of movement. Their face is covered, except the eyes, giving you the look of an weathered man.
"H-help... Assass... in." The man chokes in a hold, while the figure stars with narrowed dark eyes.