"Larouche, it be a balmy city in da way sout', full a small foke an' tourists wantin' ta spend dere 'ard erned coin on trifles an' tellin's" Grin replies.
"We should step in to find Graddor first. Get some answers from him right away, we need to be prepared when we head in to the mountains." Nevlav gives Thalion and Grin a look over as they speak in Elvish clearly not understanding what she said.
Alden, your innate ability to find local outposts of the city and town watch serves you well once again as you find your colleagues gathering in front of the garrison. It is the very early morning now, as as the group reconvenes, you are all starting to get tired -- it has been a mere eight hours since you received your mission from Flintlock, and the time since then has been a whirlwind.
Thalion, as swing open the door, the flame-haired dwarf that guided you through town looks up from a desk stationed in the entryway, quill in hand. He smiles broadly at you. "'allo, there! It is a true pleasure to see you sirs again, and you as well, MISS." He nods at you Grin and he beams proudly, clearly pleased at himself that he remembered. "Thank you for rescuing Captain Graddor. 'e told me all about them church nuts and how you all 'elped 'im crush them. That's brilliant! As soon as I saw you lot, I says to meself 'Corin, these folks can 'andle themselves. Its good to 'ave them around.'"
He pauses and looks at you all, then brightens as he remembers something. "The Captain is a bit under the weather now, but 'e would be pleased if you all would join 'im for breakfast tomorrow. I cooks it meself -- duck eggs, sausage, and some biscuits. Its good, it is! The Captain says its the best food in Yellow Creek! Just give me a tick."
He finishes the letter he's writing, and seals it with some wax then stands up and spreads his arms. "Where are me manners? We 'ave a bunch of extra beds in the billets if you lot want to 'ave a kip. Captain Graddor isn't the 'appiest camper if 'e is disturbed when 'e's indisposed, but we can't 'ave you wandering the streets, can we? Follow me, please and I'll show ya to your bunks."
Thalion whispers back to Grin in Elvish, "I need only a few scant hours of rest. I'll keep my eyes and ears open tonight."
"My companions and I have traveled far and been through some turmoil today. We could all use some rest," he says in Common to the dwarf, gesturing for him to lead on.
Nevlav nods in acceptance, "A few hours of sleep will do me well thanks. I also look forward to trying your breakfast indeed. By the way, how is that airship? Has it been run recently?"
The amiable dwarf seems excited that you will be spending the night, and as he leads you through the garrison, he continues to talk in a fast tone, his arms gesturing wildly as he speaks.
"So pleased you will be staying. A bit o' excitement for me and the lads," he indicates one closed door on your right as you pass. "There's eight o' us 'ere, including me and Captain Graddor. We spend most of the time just standing guard over the mine. Glad to 'ave some real adventurers in the place. And I can't wait till you get to taste me breakfast! I'm saving, I am, for a right fancy little restaurant in Valance. Almost 'ave enough, too! Another year or two in the service, then its goodbye Chief Petty Officer Brightaxe, 'ello Chef Brightaxe!"
Suddenly, he stops in front of an old wooden door. "Ah, you saw old Folna upstairs, didja? She is a beaut! The old girl 'as a few years on 'er, but she's still impressive. That was Captain Graddor's ship during the war. 'E was the chief mechanic aboard 'er, 'e was. She don't get out much, but Captain Graddor says she's still a great use as a deterrent. Anyways, 'ere you are. Apologies for not 'aving any appropriate places for a lady, miss, but I trust you're comfortable with these gents, seeing as you are all adventuring 'eroes." He says to Grin.
The room is not exactly spacious, but its warm and dry, and comfortable. There are six beds, arranged bunk style, around the room, with a heavy chest in front of each of them. The beds look to be a little thin, but also seem like they've hardly been used in quite some time.
"Alright, that's my duties done for the night, that is. I'll wake you lot when the Captain comes down for grub, if yer not up before then. 'ave a good sleep, and we'll get you sorted in the morning."
“Thanks for your help, Chief Petty Officer Brightaxe.” Yoric says his name in a way to help him remember it. “We’ll see you in the morning!”
As soon as the door closes, Yoric says quietly, only sort of to himself. “I’m sure glad Grin has reason to be comfortable. But I don’t know that I do.” Yoric finds a corner bed, huddled up with his belongings.
As the gnome slings his things down on a bunk he addresses the group, "We did well in that small skirmish everyone. We had each other's backs and that's important. We have some hurdles ahead of us care of the Captain and seeing if the Lady of the town is about.
"As for the mountains, we could try and finagle the use of the airship but I am not sure if we will be able to land wherever we end up."
Alden lies there, not saying too much starting off. From his he will finally say:
"Be cautious with what you say and tell these people. Though the Captain may be our contact he may not know all that is transpiring and for our safety I suggest we keep it that way."
Alden is silent for a moment then says: "And please stop blurting out our mission to every mothers son. Not everyone has good in their heart and everyone has their own agenda they wish to promote." he pauses.
Thalion just grunts in response to Alden and turns toward the closed door, sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of it. He lays his longbow on the ground to his left and unsheathes one of his shortswords, lying it next to him on the right.
He looks over his shoulder and begins to speak but is interrupted by Grin's snoring. He smirks and says,"Follow her lead, friends. Rest."
Sleep or rest find all of you, as it has been a whirlwind of a day -- less than 12 hours since you have received your mission in the capital and arrived in Valance. Here now, in a small mining town at the edge of the Kingdom, you are able to take stock of what has happened so far and your new companions.
Morning or, rather, the smell of sausage and eggs frying in an iron griddle wake you. As you follow the smell, you enter a large mess hall. A group of five sailors are gathered at one table, noisily eating and joshing one another in a manner befitting people who have spent a very long time together. Corin Brightaxe, the chatty dwarf from yesterday, rushes between the mess hall and the kitchen, refilling people's plates and clearing away dishes.
Sat alone at one table, is Captain Henk Graddor. In contrast to how you saw him last night, he is fairly well put together. He is wearing his formal officer's uniform, though the jacket is unbuttoned and opened. You can see a shoulder holster around his right shoulder with a revolver hanging out of the holster. He is wearing a pair of round black spectacles on the end of his nose and is in the middle of writing a letter. Notably, he is NOT wearing a cap. He is old for a half-orc, probably in his early 50s, and his short tightly cut hair is still mostly black with a few flecks of gray in it. You get the impression that ten or fifteen years ago, he would have been truly imposing, but time and his lifestyle have caught up to him. Where muscles used to be rock solid are now a bit flabby, you can see a growing gut underneath his uniform jacket, and his eyes and face definitely display a certain degree of dissipation. A metal boar rests at his feet, occasionally standing up only to shift positions and lay back down again.
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With your passive insight, you immediately notice that Graddor's hand has a slight tremor in it. Coupled with the way his eyes seemingly have difficulty focusing and his overall countenance, he reminds you of some of the addicts you've dealt with during your time in Valance's watch.
There is a plate of food, seemingly untouched next to him though he occasionally picks up a tin mug and drinks from it, or rubs the steel boar's head. He looks up as you enter and motions you over. "Ah, if it isn't our mysterious adventurers from the capital. Come, join me. We have much to talk about, not least of which is why, exactly you are here." His voice is pleasantly posh and polished, and definitely reflects the upper classes of Languedoc.
As you sit, Chief Petty Officer Brightaxe almost instantly appears at the table, balancing plates along his arm. He drops a plate in front of each of you, filled with eggs, sausage, and a large fluffy biscuit. He moves away maybe a foot or two, but he watches you expectantly, waiting for you all to tuck in.
Thalion tries to be all business and ignore the delicious food but finds himself tucking in after only a few moments of being stoic. Thus far he had proven himself terrible at interacting with these upper crust-types so he busied his mouth with chewing rather than speaking.
"Larouche, it be a balmy city in da way sout', full a small foke an' tourists wantin' ta spend dere 'ard erned coin on trifles an' tellin's" Grin replies.
"We should step in to find Graddor first. Get some answers from him right away, we need to be prepared when we head in to the mountains." Nevlav gives Thalion and Grin a look over as they speak in Elvish clearly not understanding what she said.
Alden
If Alden catches up with the group he will hang back a bit and watch what transpires at the garrison and with the group.
Thalion nods at Nevlav and steps up to the door of the garrison and tries to open it.
Alden, your innate ability to find local outposts of the city and town watch serves you well once again as you find your colleagues gathering in front of the garrison. It is the very early morning now, as as the group reconvenes, you are all starting to get tired -- it has been a mere eight hours since you received your mission from Flintlock, and the time since then has been a whirlwind.
Thalion, as swing open the door, the flame-haired dwarf that guided you through town looks up from a desk stationed in the entryway, quill in hand. He smiles broadly at you. "'allo, there! It is a true pleasure to see you sirs again, and you as well, MISS." He nods at you Grin and he beams proudly, clearly pleased at himself that he remembered. "Thank you for rescuing Captain Graddor. 'e told me all about them church nuts and how you all 'elped 'im crush them. That's brilliant! As soon as I saw you lot, I says to meself 'Corin, these folks can 'andle themselves. Its good to 'ave them around.'"
He pauses and looks at you all, then brightens as he remembers something. "The Captain is a bit under the weather now, but 'e would be pleased if you all would join 'im for breakfast tomorrow. I cooks it meself -- duck eggs, sausage, and some biscuits. Its good, it is! The Captain says its the best food in Yellow Creek! Just give me a tick."
He finishes the letter he's writing, and seals it with some wax then stands up and spreads his arms. "Where are me manners? We 'ave a bunch of extra beds in the billets if you lot want to 'ave a kip. Captain Graddor isn't the 'appiest camper if 'e is disturbed when 'e's indisposed, but we can't 'ave you wandering the streets, can we? Follow me, please and I'll show ya to your bunks."
"Don'trust him, him be too cheery dis early." Grin says in a cautionary whisper, but still steps inside.
Thalion whispers back to Grin in Elvish, "I need only a few scant hours of rest. I'll keep my eyes and ears open tonight."
"My companions and I have traveled far and been through some turmoil today. We could all use some rest," he says in Common to the dwarf, gesturing for him to lead on.
Alden
Alden shakes his head in disgust. "Something will have to be done about this place and this "Captain"" Alden thinks to himself.
"Since we have yet to make any arrangements I'll take you up on that bunk offer." Alden says.
Alden follows the dwarf to the bunks and settles in.
"One problem at a time Alden ole boy" he mutters to himself.
Though some he had gotten some rest on the train trip he will settle in for a short nap, dagger drawn and at close hand just incase.
Nevlav nods in acceptance, "A few hours of sleep will do me well thanks. I also look forward to trying your breakfast indeed. By the way, how is that airship? Has it been run recently?"
The amiable dwarf seems excited that you will be spending the night, and as he leads you through the garrison, he continues to talk in a fast tone, his arms gesturing wildly as he speaks.
"So pleased you will be staying. A bit o' excitement for me and the lads," he indicates one closed door on your right as you pass. "There's eight o' us 'ere, including me and Captain Graddor. We spend most of the time just standing guard over the mine. Glad to 'ave some real adventurers in the place. And I can't wait till you get to taste me breakfast! I'm saving, I am, for a right fancy little restaurant in Valance. Almost 'ave enough, too! Another year or two in the service, then its goodbye Chief Petty Officer Brightaxe, 'ello Chef Brightaxe!"
Suddenly, he stops in front of an old wooden door. "Ah, you saw old Folna upstairs, didja? She is a beaut! The old girl 'as a few years on 'er, but she's still impressive. That was Captain Graddor's ship during the war. 'E was the chief mechanic aboard 'er, 'e was. She don't get out much, but Captain Graddor says she's still a great use as a deterrent. Anyways, 'ere you are. Apologies for not 'aving any appropriate places for a lady, miss, but I trust you're comfortable with these gents, seeing as you are all adventuring 'eroes." He says to Grin.
The room is not exactly spacious, but its warm and dry, and comfortable. There are six beds, arranged bunk style, around the room, with a heavy chest in front of each of them. The beds look to be a little thin, but also seem like they've hardly been used in quite some time.
"Alright, that's my duties done for the night, that is. I'll wake you lot when the Captain comes down for grub, if yer not up before then. 'ave a good sleep, and we'll get you sorted in the morning."
“Thanks for your help, Chief Petty Officer Brightaxe.” Yoric says his name in a way to help him remember it. “We’ll see you in the morning!”
As soon as the door closes, Yoric says quietly, only sort of to himself. “I’m sure glad Grin has reason to be comfortable. But I don’t know that I do.” Yoric finds a corner bed, huddled up with his belongings.
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Grin moves to a bunk furthest from the door, she sets her pack, a pouch, and armor in the trunk and her boots next to it. Then climbs into the bed.
As the gnome slings his things down on a bunk he addresses the group, "We did well in that small skirmish everyone. We had each other's backs and that's important. We have some hurdles ahead of us care of the Captain and seeing if the Lady of the town is about.
"As for the mountains, we could try and finagle the use of the airship but I am not sure if we will be able to land wherever we end up."
Alden
Alden lies there, not saying too much starting off. From his he will finally say:
"Be cautious with what you say and tell these people. Though the Captain may be our contact he may not know all that is transpiring and for our safety I suggest we keep it that way."
Alden is silent for a moment then says: "And please stop blurting out our mission to every mothers son. Not everyone has good in their heart and everyone has their own agenda they wish to promote." he pauses.
*Snoring*
Thalion just grunts in response to Alden and turns toward the closed door, sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of it. He lays his longbow on the ground to his left and unsheathes one of his shortswords, lying it next to him on the right.
He looks over his shoulder and begins to speak but is interrupted by Grin's snoring. He smirks and says, "Follow her lead, friends. Rest."
Sleep or rest find all of you, as it has been a whirlwind of a day -- less than 12 hours since you have received your mission in the capital and arrived in Valance. Here now, in a small mining town at the edge of the Kingdom, you are able to take stock of what has happened so far and your new companions.
Morning or, rather, the smell of sausage and eggs frying in an iron griddle wake you. As you follow the smell, you enter a large mess hall. A group of five sailors are gathered at one table, noisily eating and joshing one another in a manner befitting people who have spent a very long time together. Corin Brightaxe, the chatty dwarf from yesterday, rushes between the mess hall and the kitchen, refilling people's plates and clearing away dishes.
Sat alone at one table, is Captain Henk Graddor. In contrast to how you saw him last night, he is fairly well put together. He is wearing his formal officer's uniform, though the jacket is unbuttoned and opened. You can see a shoulder holster around his right shoulder with a revolver hanging out of the holster. He is wearing a pair of round black spectacles on the end of his nose and is in the middle of writing a letter. Notably, he is NOT wearing a cap. He is old for a half-orc, probably in his early 50s, and his short tightly cut hair is still mostly black with a few flecks of gray in it. You get the impression that ten or fifteen years ago, he would have been truly imposing, but time and his lifestyle have caught up to him. Where muscles used to be rock solid are now a bit flabby, you can see a growing gut underneath his uniform jacket, and his eyes and face definitely display a certain degree of dissipation. A metal boar rests at his feet, occasionally standing up only to shift positions and lay back down again.
Alden only
With your passive insight, you immediately notice that Graddor's hand has a slight tremor in it. Coupled with the way his eyes seemingly have difficulty focusing and his overall countenance, he reminds you of some of the addicts you've dealt with during your time in Valance's watch.
There is a plate of food, seemingly untouched next to him though he occasionally picks up a tin mug and drinks from it, or rubs the steel boar's head. He looks up as you enter and motions you over. "Ah, if it isn't our mysterious adventurers from the capital. Come, join me. We have much to talk about, not least of which is why, exactly you are here." His voice is pleasantly posh and polished, and definitely reflects the upper classes of Languedoc.
As you sit, Chief Petty Officer Brightaxe almost instantly appears at the table, balancing plates along his arm. He drops a plate in front of each of you, filled with eggs, sausage, and a large fluffy biscuit. He moves away maybe a foot or two, but he watches you expectantly, waiting for you all to tuck in.
In true halfling style Grin is through the first plate in moments, licking it clean and then daintily setting her utensils down across the plate.
Thalion tries to be all business and ignore the delicious food but finds himself tucking in after only a few moments of being stoic. Thus far he had proven himself terrible at interacting with these upper crust-types so he busied his mouth with chewing rather than speaking.
Yoric digs in with polite gusto.
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