Appologizing to the small group he stumbled into, he looked up to see that he had lost sight of his traveling companions. He sighs for a moment before turning back to the group, "I am sorry, for bumping into you all. I am new to town and became lost. Could anyone direct me to an inn or tavern?"
Zargaroth takes a seat at the table Ethanol Pointe out, preferably one that let's him keep an eye on the mercenary and the door. Then waits for the others to settle down.
[[OOC: What time of the Day is it? How large is the village? Is it more like just a few huts huddled together?]]
Zadoris One of the villagers says to you, "Amesto has a single tavern in that direction." He points in the direction of said tavern and continues, "I don't recommend going there today."
((It's around noon. You set out to Cython this morning and the trip on Rhond's ship only took a couple of hours.))
"Oh? Is there something going on today?" Zadoris says with slight curiosity. He then frowns, "It seams I'm in a bind. I need a place to stay tonight and if that is the only one then what else can I do? If there is trouble of sorts then maybe what you can tell me can help me avoid it?"
Ethan/Zargaroth/Eira/Cora Malyra sits down at a table with Ethan as Zargaroth, Eira, and Cora find their places at the bar and converse with the dwarf bartender. She pulls down the hood of her cloak, fully revealing her face and beautifully blonde hair, which has a hairband placed perfectly at the top of her head. “Maybe we should take some time to rest and figure out where to go next. I will check our map,” she whispers to Ethan. Brak yells out, “More rum now!” The dwarf, visibly startled, rushes to get more rum for the large orc. Brak turns his head and notices Malyra’s bright-colored hair. In a very angry tone, he bellows, “You! I know you!”
Zadoris The villager’s wife quickly says, “There’s a violent orc in the tavern. Bark, I think his name was. He’s why the bar’s completely empty today, aside from that poor ginger fellow that has to put up with him.” She then drags her husband away from you.
Zadoris, having taken note of which direction she looked when speaking about the inn, begins to head in that direction. He is almost has an upbeat skip thinking about a violent orc. His mind was less focused on violence and more focused on if the orc would accept a challenge. If after several minutes of walking, he doesn't find the inn, he will ask directions again.
Zargaroth gets ready to summon his blade in case the orc turns out to be hostile but otherwise just waits how the situation will evolve. He hopes to learn more about their client, though he is worried that their job will get a lot harder when Malyra is recognized by people and her uncle gets to know they are comming.
Malyra looks at Ethan before slowly turning her head towards Brak. “I’m sorry, I think you have me confused with someone else.” The orc just bellows, “I remember your face. Don’t know who you are, but I want it back! It’s mine!” As he says this, a cloud of bad breath just floats to Ethan and Malyra’s face.
Zadoris
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Zadoris was able to find the tavern without asking for any more direction. He enters to see Cora, Eira, and Zargaroth at the bar, and Malyra and Ethan sitting at a table, seemingly being harassed by a large orc.
("Want your face back? Did Lady Malyra take the guy's face?") Cora thinks. She looks between the faces of Brak and Malyra. ("Probably not. Must be something else, non face-related.")
Out loud, the halfling pipes up: "What is it you want back?"
Brak snarls at Cora, sounding almost animalistic. He then points at Malyra’s headband. “That is mine! It is payment for job. Give it to me or I will take it off your body!” The 4’6” ginger man yells out to Malyra, “Just give him the damn headband so he can go on his merry f#cking way!”
"I think you had best explain yourself further friend." Ethan says, facing the orc with a shrug. "Why do you believe this headband would be yours? Especially since I do not believe it matches your outfit whatsoever..."
Eira nods at Ethan's question and nervously turns to Brak to speak up, wringing her hands."E-even if it is yours, why is it so important that you'd be so a-angry over it?"
Appologizing to the small group he stumbled into, he looked up to see that he had lost sight of his traveling companions. He sighs for a moment before turning back to the group, "I am sorry, for bumping into you all. I am new to town and became lost. Could anyone direct me to an inn or tavern?"
Zargaroth takes a seat at the table Ethanol Pointe out, preferably one that let's him keep an eye on the mercenary and the door. Then waits for the others to settle down.
[[OOC: What time of the Day is it? How large is the village? Is it more like just a few huts huddled together?]]
Zadoris
One of the villagers says to you, "Amesto has a single tavern in that direction." He points in the direction of said tavern and continues, "I don't recommend going there today."
((It's around noon. You set out to Cython this morning and the trip on Rhond's ship only took a couple of hours.))
"Oh? Is there something going on today?" Zadoris says with slight curiosity. He then frowns, "It seams I'm in a bind. I need a place to stay tonight and if that is the only one then what else can I do? If there is trouble of sorts then maybe what you can tell me can help me avoid it?"
Ethan/Zargaroth/Eira/Cora
Malyra sits down at a table with Ethan as Zargaroth, Eira, and Cora find their places at the bar and converse with the dwarf bartender. She pulls down the hood of her cloak, fully revealing her face and beautifully blonde hair, which has a hairband placed perfectly at the top of her head. “Maybe we should take some time to rest and figure out where to go next. I will check our map,” she whispers to Ethan. Brak yells out, “More rum now!” The dwarf, visibly startled, rushes to get more rum for the large orc. Brak turns his head and notices Malyra’s bright-colored hair. In a very angry tone, he bellows, “You! I know you!”
Zadoris
The villager’s wife quickly says, “There’s a violent orc in the tavern. Bark, I think his name was. He’s why the bar’s completely empty today, aside from that poor ginger fellow that has to put up with him.” She then drags her husband away from you.
Cora turns as she hears the angry orc yell out. "Ooh! Where from?" she asks curiously.
However, she notices that the orc might not have the best of intentions, and feels in her pocket for her spellbook should things go south.
Ethan glances to the one who called out, frowning as he watches for any ill-intent towards the Lady.
Zadoris, having taken note of which direction she looked when speaking about the inn, begins to head in that direction. He is almost has an upbeat skip thinking about a violent orc. His mind was less focused on violence and more focused on if the orc would accept a challenge. If after several minutes of walking, he doesn't find the inn, he will ask directions again.
Eira jumps as the orc shouts. Her eyes dart between Brak and Malyra as she waits for each to say something.
Zargaroth gets ready to summon his blade in case the orc turns out to be hostile but otherwise just waits how the situation will evolve. He hopes to learn more about their client, though he is worried that their job will get a lot harder when Malyra is recognized by people and her uncle gets to know they are comming.
Malyra looks at Ethan before slowly turning her head towards Brak. “I’m sorry, I think you have me confused with someone else.” The orc just bellows, “I remember your face. Don’t know who you are, but I want it back! It’s mine!” As he says this, a cloud of bad breath just floats to Ethan and Malyra’s face.
Zadoris
17
Zadoris was able to find the tavern without asking for any more direction. He enters to see Cora, Eira, and Zargaroth at the bar, and Malyra and Ethan sitting at a table, seemingly being harassed by a large orc.
("Want your face back? Did Lady Malyra take the guy's face?") Cora thinks. She looks between the faces of Brak and Malyra. ("Probably not. Must be something else, non face-related.")
Out loud, the halfling pipes up: "What is it you want back?"
Brak snarls at Cora, sounding almost animalistic. He then points at Malyra’s headband. “That is mine! It is payment for job. Give it to me or I will take it off your body!” The 4’6” ginger man yells out to Malyra, “Just give him the damn headband so he can go on his merry f#cking way!”
"I am sorry, the Lady says you are confused." Ethan says, his eyes on the lady in question though. He waits to see what she does.
(Technically, Zargaroth should sit at the table with Malyra and Ethanol i guess?)
Does Zargaroth believe that the orc knows Malyra and the head Band is his?
Insight: 2
((Why do you keep calling him Ethanol? He’s not an alcoholic drink))
(Holy shit, Ethan! My phone had its own opinion on that. Did this happened before? I'm sorry!)
((I think you’ve called him Ethan like twice. The rest were Ethanol.))
With a 4 on insight, Zargaroth is not sure what to believe. Why is an orc after a headband? Is it really his? What might he be talking about?
"I think you had best explain yourself further friend." Ethan says, facing the orc with a shrug. "Why do you believe this headband would be yours? Especially since I do not believe it matches your outfit whatsoever..."
Eira nods at Ethan's question and nervously turns to Brak to speak up, wringing her hands. "E-even if it is yours, why is it so important that you'd be so a-angry over it?"