“You’ve got a good memory, Wulcrath!” Daffafle reassures, glancing down at her list, then back up at the shopkeeper. “We have three other traveling companions, a dwarf, a half orc, and a half elf. As my friend said, we’re looking to buy a cloak for each of us, and some food for the road. Would you happen to have any tents as well?”
Sweeping aside the hair and surprising Khazanwith an impressive grip, "Ah, you know I did hear what you did. Brave, very brave!" Her gaze turns to all of you, with smiles and a nod of the head.
She makes a small gesture to follow, "Now we haven't the most variety and it's a busy harvest, so I've nearly been bought out somehow! But I do have this sturdy number of a wagon. Made in Tamor the other week! No robust or protection enchantments, but that means it comes to a price of only 44g!"
"Donkeys are something that help pull, and I got plenty of those, so that'll be 4g9s each! Grand total of 53g and 8s! How'd that sound?" She says clapping her hands together with a bright smile, eyes resting on Khazan...
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"Other races? Hmm, usually those require some modifications... I mean, we have large male sizes for the half-orc," you both see the woman open sneer at the mention of a half-orc as the looks through the piles of folded slacks, capes and gloves, "and the, uh... dragonborn." She quickly turns around, "'Scuse me, I've got to ask, is it true you can really breath fire?" She then jumps, "Wait, what am I saying? Excuse me! Back on track, two large males, a male, a child for you - no offense! And... let's just try a child's for the dwarf..."
Piled all together, she light sighs before blowing hair away from her face while counting on an abacus, "Righto, that'll be 2g, 4s and 6c each, so... 12g and 3s."
The owner of the shop jumps, "Oh the tents! Uh, 3g, 5s and 4c each! They can fit two people, how many of ye are there?"
"Two tents should do fine," Daffafle puts a hand in her purse, beginning to count out the gold, then gives the shopkeeper a bright smile. "I don't suppose you could give a bulk discount to the heroes who saved the kidnapped townsfolk? We're to be questing in the region, rooting out evils like the bandits, and I'd love to make this lovely shop our go-to for adventuring supplies in the area."
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Khazan scratches the back of his head and sighs. "Yer a lovely lass. Strong hands, lovely smile but its wee bit too much fer a simple wagon and some mules. Am sure ye can give us a little discount, with us being the town's heroes an' all. Right lass?"
He ask using all the dwarfish charm he can muster.
Thella smirks. "Fine, dwarf. Your words ring quite true; you're most probably off to save some other distressed villagers? I'll make the total 40g. What do you say to that?"
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The woman goes to smile politely, but it ends up more of a grimace, "I wish I could give discounts, but I do have make ends meet. Your deeds haven't gone unnoticed, and we do truly appreciate your bravery... Ahem. But yes, the prices still stand - 15g, 8s and 4c.
“I understand,” Daffafle counts out the coins, placing them on the counter, keeping her voice light. “Mouths to feed, taxes to pay and whatnot. I wish the best of fortune to Straps and Boots. Thank you for your help, Miss...?”
"Yes," the halfling rushes to get the door open for the encumbered Wulcrath. "Hopefully our companions had better luck with transportation. Hold still," Daffafle pulls Wulcrath's cloak out of the cloth bundle, standing on tiptoes and jumping to get it over the dragonborn's shoulders, before putting on her own cloak. "They seem of sturdy enough quality," she admits. "Better than getting soaked, at the very least."
"Seems reasonable tae me, here's yer gold." Khazan hands over a little pouch with forty gold coins to the halfling. "And as an extra I'll tell ya about me adventures when we come back here. Now why don't we have a little something tae drink while my companions go and prepare the cart. Aye?"
"Cammi's the name! Good luck, and cheers!" She waves to them from behind the counter before going back to writing figures in her ledger after counting the coin...
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Thella retains the smirk, "I've got a shop to keep running, dwarf, and animals to look after. So right now, I can't go for a drink. However..." She leans in closer, lowering her voice as she takes the gold. "Do let me know when you back. Maybe we can talk then..." She flashes him a full on smile before taking a step back and announcing, "Don't worry boys, I'll get them strapped and ready for you in a little less than an hour. Thank you very much, and see you in a bit!"
"Mind if we stop by the Mayor's house before meeting back up with the others?" Daffafle asks, looking up at Wulcrath. "I, uh...have to deliver a message from the Raven Queen."
Lucky squawks to accentuate the point, then turns to preen its feathers.
Luckytakes flight, a fair bit away atop a tall fir tree and caws. As Daffafletakes a step, her vision becomes one with the raven. Vast hills in the distance, the small river keeping the small town watered, large bird of prey are circling in the far south and travellers making their move east despite the poor weather. The Raven Queen's voice fills the mind as Daffafleis able to gaze of the scenery misted by the rain and cloud...
See how far one is to see from up above...
With a flash, Daffafle's vision returns to normal as Luckylands on her shoulder and chirps.
Seeing Lady Melyne is easy enough as you're allowed through the doors, she is met with travelling clothes prepared for the rain; seemingly one last cup of tea before she hits the road, "Ah, Miss Daffafle. How may I help you?"
“It is I that am here to help you,” Daffafle offers a bow to the mayor. “ My companions and I are to be away for a few days, in further effort to reunite you with your daughter. I am here to bestow a blessing, to aid you in governing the land, and keeping an eye on any festering evil. If I may...”
The warlock clasps Melyne’s hand with both of hers, as Lucky alights on the mayor’s shoulder. In Abyssal, the halfling begins the impromptu ritual. “Raven Queen, I am calling you to appoint a new emissary, the Lady Melyne, that your powers may complement one another, that this pact may be mutually beneficial, at your will, my queen.”
Taken about, almost fright, at the sudden ominous tension with the chanting in an unknown eerie language, Lady Melyne tries to pull away, but it is too late as she collapses with a horrific thud.
Suddenly, out of the shadows where her body rests, a raven crawls into being and lands on Lady Melyne's chest. It turns to look at Daffafleand Lucky, and caw aggressively, flapping its wings at your defensively.
Hearing thuds all over the house, Daffaflewould see the guards at the door are in some sudden sleep, leaving a clear way to escape...
Nearly swooning herself from the sudden exhaustion, the halfling stumbles out of the room, hoping that she did the right thing. “Maybe it’s best we stay away from the mayor for a while,” she mutters to Lucky. Slowly making her way outside the building, she calls out weakly to Wulcrath “It’s time to go!”
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“You’ve got a good memory, Wulcrath!” Daffafle reassures, glancing down at her list, then back up at the shopkeeper. “We have three other traveling companions, a dwarf, a half orc, and a half elf. As my friend said, we’re looking to buy a cloak for each of us, and some food for the road. Would you happen to have any tents as well?”
Sweeping aside the hair and surprising Khazan with an impressive grip, "Ah, you know I did hear what you did. Brave, very brave!" Her gaze turns to all of you, with smiles and a nod of the head.
She makes a small gesture to follow, "Now we haven't the most variety and it's a busy harvest, so I've nearly been bought out somehow! But I do have this sturdy number of a wagon. Made in Tamor the other week! No robust or protection enchantments, but that means it comes to a price of only 44g!"
"Donkeys are something that help pull, and I got plenty of those, so that'll be 4g 9s each! Grand total of 53g and 8s! How'd that sound?" She says clapping her hands together with a bright smile, eyes resting on Khazan...
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"Other races? Hmm, usually those require some modifications... I mean, we have large male sizes for the half-orc," you both see the woman open sneer at the mention of a half-orc as the looks through the piles of folded slacks, capes and gloves, "and the, uh... dragonborn." She quickly turns around, "'Scuse me, I've got to ask, is it true you can really breath fire?" She then jumps, "Wait, what am I saying? Excuse me! Back on track, two large males, a male, a child for you - no offense! And... let's just try a child's for the dwarf..."
Piled all together, she light sighs before blowing hair away from her face while counting on an abacus, "Righto, that'll be 2g, 4s and 6c each, so... 12g and 3s."
The owner of the shop jumps, "Oh the tents! Uh, 3g, 5s and 4c each! They can fit two people, how many of ye are there?"
"Two tents should do fine," Daffafle puts a hand in her purse, beginning to count out the gold, then gives the shopkeeper a bright smile. "I don't suppose you could give a bulk discount to the heroes who saved the kidnapped townsfolk? We're to be questing in the region, rooting out evils like the bandits, and I'd love to make this lovely shop our go-to for adventuring supplies in the area."
Persuasion: 6
Khazan scratches the back of his head and sighs.
"Yer a lovely lass. Strong hands, lovely smile but its wee bit too much fer a simple wagon and some mules. Am sure ye can give us a little discount, with us being the town's heroes an' all. Right lass?"
He ask using all the dwarfish charm he can muster.
Persuasion:19
Thella smirks. "Fine, dwarf. Your words ring quite true; you're most probably off to save some other distressed villagers? I'll make the total 40g. What do you say to that?"
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The woman goes to smile politely, but it ends up more of a grimace, "I wish I could give discounts, but I do have make ends meet. Your deeds haven't gone unnoticed, and we do truly appreciate your bravery... Ahem. But yes, the prices still stand - 15g, 8s and 4c.
“I understand,” Daffafle counts out the coins, placing them on the counter, keeping her voice light. “Mouths to feed, taxes to pay and whatnot. I wish the best of fortune to Straps and Boots. Thank you for your help, Miss...?”
Wulcrath frowns a bit as he watches Daffafle go quiet, before he scoops up the gear in his arms and turns to the shopkeeper.
"Well, it's been nice meeting you, and thank you for the gear but I thinks it's time we take our leave right Daff?"
Wulcrath fumbles with the cloth behemoth in his arms before he makes his way to the door to wait beside it for Daffafle.
"Yes," the halfling rushes to get the door open for the encumbered Wulcrath. "Hopefully our companions had better luck with transportation. Hold still," Daffafle pulls Wulcrath's cloak out of the cloth bundle, standing on tiptoes and jumping to get it over the dragonborn's shoulders, before putting on her own cloak. "They seem of sturdy enough quality," she admits. "Better than getting soaked, at the very least."
Bart simply stands back as Khaz takes care of business.
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"Seems reasonable tae me, here's yer gold."
Khazan hands over a little pouch with forty gold coins to the halfling.
"And as an extra I'll tell ya about me adventures when we come back here. Now why don't we have a little something tae drink while my companions go and prepare the cart. Aye?"
"Cammi's the name! Good luck, and cheers!" She waves to them from behind the counter before going back to writing figures in her ledger after counting the coin...
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Thella retains the smirk, "I've got a shop to keep running, dwarf, and animals to look after. So right now, I can't go for a drink. However..." She leans in closer, lowering her voice as she takes the gold. "Do let me know when you back. Maybe we can talk then..." She flashes him a full on smile before taking a step back and announcing, "Don't worry boys, I'll get them strapped and ready for you in a little less than an hour. Thank you very much, and see you in a bit!"
"Mind if we stop by the Mayor's house before meeting back up with the others?" Daffafle asks, looking up at Wulcrath. "I, uh...have to deliver a message from the Raven Queen."
Lucky squawks to accentuate the point, then turns to preen its feathers.
"Oh uh... Yeah, sounds pretty important, of course we can."
Wulcrath looks down at Daffafle as he walks. He wonders what it could be about, quickly deciding against prying.
Tucking the cloaks under his arm, He turns to Daff.
"Lead the way, I'm right behind you."
Daffafle heads to the Mayor’s Estate, hoping this is the right call, silently asking the Raven Queen for some sign of approval.
Daffafle's Charisma check: 18
Lucky takes flight, a fair bit away atop a tall fir tree and caws. As Daffafle takes a step, her vision becomes one with the raven. Vast hills in the distance, the small river keeping the small town watered, large bird of prey are circling in the far south and travellers making their move east despite the poor weather. The Raven Queen's voice fills the mind as Daffafle is able to gaze of the scenery misted by the rain and cloud...
See how far one is to see from up above...
With a flash, Daffafle's vision returns to normal as Lucky lands on her shoulder and chirps.
Reassured and emboldened by the sign, Daffafle presses on to the Mayor’s estate.
Seeing Lady Melyne is easy enough as you're allowed through the doors, she is met with travelling clothes prepared for the rain; seemingly one last cup of tea before she hits the road, "Ah, Miss Daffafle. How may I help you?"
“It is I that am here to help you,” Daffafle offers a bow to the mayor. “ My companions and I are to be away for a few days, in further effort to reunite you with your daughter. I am here to bestow a blessing, to aid you in governing the land, and keeping an eye on any festering evil. If I may...”
The warlock clasps Melyne’s hand with both of hers, as Lucky alights on the mayor’s shoulder. In Abyssal, the halfling begins the impromptu ritual. “Raven Queen, I am calling you to appoint a new emissary, the Lady Melyne, that your powers may complement one another, that this pact may be mutually beneficial, at your will, my queen.”
Taken about, almost fright, at the sudden ominous tension with the chanting in an unknown eerie language, Lady Melyne tries to pull away, but it is too late as she collapses with a horrific thud.
Suddenly, out of the shadows where her body rests, a raven crawls into being and lands on Lady Melyne's chest. It turns to look at Daffafle and Lucky, and caw aggressively, flapping its wings at your defensively.
Hearing thuds all over the house, Daffafle would see the guards at the door are in some sudden sleep, leaving a clear way to escape...
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Nearly swooning herself from the sudden exhaustion, the halfling stumbles out of the room, hoping that she did the right thing. “Maybe it’s best we stay away from the mayor for a while,” she mutters to Lucky. Slowly making her way outside the building, she calls out weakly to Wulcrath “It’s time to go!”