Alton is no taller than 3 feet in height; if you don't include his brown hair that is pulled up into a topknot with the end hanging down to his shoulders. He is wearing some studded leather armor that is patch-worked together from different hides it looks like it was homemade, but with a touch of professional work. There is an emblem of a simple design pinned to his armor that is a capital 'I' in a circle with three green jewels place around the circle in such a way they form a triangle. His skin is tanned and sports a few scars on his hands and face. A rapier and hand crossbow hang from his belt in easy reach; along with a worn, but well loved, lute that leans against the bar next to him.
Alton hops up on a stool next to Balassar and takes a drink before shaking his head, "I don't think so. I think I did okay speech and song wise, but I don't think I got to anyone." He looks a Balassar and flashes him a smile, "But somedays you are just off your game. How about you?"
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Balassar just shrugs at the halfling waiting for their drink “Can I also get a steak and potato please if you got ‘em.” He adds before answering Alton “I tried. Won’t know until we set out. She didn’t seem keen about us going after them. I’m still down to do this Alton even if it’s just us. These people need to see people take a stand, to know their worth fighting for.”
Swin allows herself to be gently guided into the square, and nearly misses the performance. She'd been trying to talk to a bird perched on a rooftop. "They never talk back..."she trails off, and takes in the final chords of the halfling's performance. "Yeesh. I've always had a tin ear. Did people like that one? Should we clap? Maybe not. He said something about brigands, right? Might be the same ones. Their lead might be better than ours."She pauses, a bit awkwardly, with Darren, and then follows the halfling inside at a distance.
A tall (6'8") firbolg stoops as she enters the tavern, one hand holding onto an old hat perched on her head. Seems force of habit, even if there wasn't a danger of hitting her head on the doorframe. A faint blue-purple hue to her skin, dark green, nearly black, calculating eyes, and a half a smile on her face, her gait is travel-worn and her brown leathers are just as worn. She has a notebook stored at her belt, and a small pack. A rapier hangs from the other hip. She nods at the halfling. "Name's Swin. New to town. Did you say you're looking for help taking on some brigands? Might be that my friend and I are looking for the same ones. Could be the ones who might have taken a friend of ours. We aim to get him back. So tell me more. And who exactly are the Irregulars? Are you a, erm, musical group?"
She takes a seat at the bar and nods at the barkeep for a whiskey.
The halfling grumbles, serves you drinks, and disappears into the back kitchen.
(Drinks cost four copper for cheaper things like ale, or one silver for something more expensive, like whatever the local equivalent of whisky would be. A meal is one silver.)
Darren enters shortly behind Swin with a quiet, “Watch your head.” which he mostly says out of habit.
Standing close to a foot and a half shorter than his companion Darren is dressed in simple clothing that appears weather stained. He carries himself with the confidence of someone that seems aware of his surroundings and you can catch him swaying from side to side at times. Almost like he’s rocking a baby to sleep. He fixes Alton with a stare of his auburn eyes and runs his fingers through his short, slightly greasy black hair and adds once Swin finishes speaking, “You’re a group right? Is there more than jus’ the two of ya?”
Alton cranes his neck to look behind him at the two that just walked in before spinning around in his seat for a better look. He eyes the firbolg first as he hasn't seen many of them before, "We are looking for help to take down some brigands. They are causing problems in the countryside and sound like they are not wholly welcomed in town either. My friend and I are the Irregulars, along with a few others that have decided to go their separate ways, and we are mercenaries." He shakes his head, "It's just the two of us now unfortunately." He taps Balassar on the arm, "Lets move to a table. These two seem interested in helping and we can at least buy them drinks and food."
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Balassar rises, revealing the imposing stature of his 6 feet 5 inches and 240-pound frame. With a subtle chuckle, he casually seizes the beverage within reach, casting a glance at the towering firbolg before commenting, "Seems I'm not the tallest one this time." Following Alton's recommendation, he strides confidently towards the designated table, adding, "Your charm strikes again; it appears we've got some help."
“We are at the very least interested in hearing what you have to say about the brigands, or bandits. Whichever you prefer to call them.” Darren adds as he pulls a chair out for Swin to sit in before plopping down himself at the table.
“Is there pay involved? You did say you were a mercenary group of…” he pretends to do math on his fingers, “two people. There’s got to be some coin in it right? Surely you aren’t doing this just ‘for the good of the people’.”
Balassar looks at Darren "Normally no, however this time, if there is a reward it is out of the kindness of these peoples heart. This group burned down the house of an innocent family on our way into town. So we kind of took this upon ourselves since everyone seems more focused on the war going on right now. These people need hope and help, so that's what we are providing." he takes a sip of his drink "Plus I'm sure there's plenty of stuff in the bandits hideout...so...we get something either way."
Darren gets a bit of a sheepish look on his face. “Well that changes things a bit I suppose.” He loudly clears his throat. “So, you know where they be hidin’? And do you have a plan of attack? I imagine if it’s a whole group there might’n be rather a lot of them.” He leans over to Swin and whispers “Maybe this be right group of bandits?”
Balassar looks to Alton and then Darren“That’s actually what we were about to come up with. By the way before we get started, I’m Balassar.” He just holds his hand out.
Alton hops down from the stool and grabs the lute before following to the table, "I'm thinking the only pay we'll get is knowing we did something good and whatever we loot from the their camp. Let's see, we know they are set up in a place called Hawks Ridge, they call themselves Shadowless, their leader's name in Wainwright, and most of their base is underground. Oh, I'm Alton by the way." He holds out his hand too.
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Swin grunts as the group moves from the bar to the table, and settles in. She mutters, "am I tall?" under her breath, and then tunes in to the information. She responds in kind, sort of professorial and sort of grouchy old coot. Her mind's set itself to this problem and right now, she's working at it aloud.
"We're looking for our friend Rhane, and a few towns over, we heard that a group of bandits came to them demanding protection money. They had a captive, who was an elf, and maybe this elf looks like Rhane. We get pointed here. We don't have a better lead, so this might be our lucky day. And whether it is or not, if the hideout is as rich or well-stocked as you suggest, I can get back to my day job with the 'vagrant, or even hang out my own shingle. Business has been slow recently. But all of that would be a lot easier with Rhane. And finding Rhane... and stopping the people who might have taken him... would be easier with you,"she says, in a sonorous, easy patter. She nurses her drink, and will dig into a plate of food if someone's buying.
"Plans do best when we know what we have, and what we face. I'm pretty good with arcane things, as long as I've got my book. I know how to use this blade. I've got a scout who can help look ahead. Old forgotten ruins, libraries, and mansions with bad security are my bread and butter. Balassaar, you seem like you can hold your own in a fight, and Alton, you seem like you can stay out of trouble, or maybe you cause it. Darren here's tougher than me and has plenty of tricks of his own, from afar. But in terms of what we face, when should we go and see what's out there and plot something?"
Balassar just nods as the two give their names and the firbolg explains more about why they are there. He just smiles "Seems like fortune is in our favor. Also, that sounds like a good plan. We can sneak up and then recon with your friend. Unless you can recon the area while we eat and drink?"
“How far is hawks ridge from here?” Darren asks trying to size up the irregulars and contemplating if he wants to join them on a more regular basis. Though he supposes that depends on how this… raid of the bandit camp goes. (OOC it’s still early morning right?)
Swin waits to hear how close the place is before answering about scouting. She also relays that Rhane used to be able to patch up wounds, so without that ability, caution would need to be taken.
(Celica described the location of the brigands' camp before she left; it's less than a day's travel from Feltyr. It's currently still quite early morning.)
"I'd like to think I've gotten us out of trouble more than getting us into trouble. Also, I'm not the best, but I can heal people in a pinch." Alton chuckles. "Celica said it was less than a day's travel from here. It's still early enough that we could get there by the afternoon, maybe."
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Alton is no taller than 3 feet in height; if you don't include his brown hair that is pulled up into a topknot with the end hanging down to his shoulders. He is wearing some studded leather armor that is patch-worked together from different hides it looks like it was homemade, but with a touch of professional work. There is an emblem of a simple design pinned to his armor that is a capital 'I' in a circle with three green jewels place around the circle in such a way they form a triangle. His skin is tanned and sports a few scars on his hands and face. A rapier and hand crossbow hang from his belt in easy reach; along with a worn, but well loved, lute that leans against the bar next to him.
Alton hops up on a stool next to Balassar and takes a drink before shaking his head, "I don't think so. I think I did okay speech and song wise, but I don't think I got to anyone." He looks a Balassar and flashes him a smile, "But somedays you are just off your game. How about you?"
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Balassar just shrugs at the halfling waiting for their drink “Can I also get a steak and potato please if you got ‘em.” He adds before answering Alton “I tried. Won’t know until we set out. She didn’t seem keen about us going after them. I’m still down to do this Alton even if it’s just us. These people need to see people take a stand, to know their worth fighting for.”
Swin allows herself to be gently guided into the square, and nearly misses the performance. She'd been trying to talk to a bird perched on a rooftop. "They never talk back..." she trails off, and takes in the final chords of the halfling's performance. "Yeesh. I've always had a tin ear. Did people like that one? Should we clap? Maybe not. He said something about brigands, right? Might be the same ones. Their lead might be better than ours." She pauses, a bit awkwardly, with Darren, and then follows the halfling inside at a distance.
A tall (6'8") firbolg stoops as she enters the tavern, one hand holding onto an old hat perched on her head. Seems force of habit, even if there wasn't a danger of hitting her head on the doorframe. A faint blue-purple hue to her skin, dark green, nearly black, calculating eyes, and a half a smile on her face, her gait is travel-worn and her brown leathers are just as worn. She has a notebook stored at her belt, and a small pack. A rapier hangs from the other hip. She nods at the halfling. "Name's Swin. New to town. Did you say you're looking for help taking on some brigands? Might be that my friend and I are looking for the same ones. Could be the ones who might have taken a friend of ours. We aim to get him back. So tell me more. And who exactly are the Irregulars? Are you a, erm, musical group?"
She takes a seat at the bar and nods at the barkeep for a whiskey.
The halfling grumbles, serves you drinks, and disappears into the back kitchen.
(Drinks cost four copper for cheaper things like ale, or one silver for something more expensive, like whatever the local equivalent of whisky would be. A meal is one silver.)
Darren enters shortly behind Swin with a quiet, “Watch your head.” which he mostly says out of habit.
Standing close to a foot and a half shorter than his companion Darren is dressed in simple clothing that appears weather stained. He carries himself with the confidence of someone that seems aware of his surroundings and you can catch him swaying from side to side at times. Almost like he’s rocking a baby to sleep. He fixes Alton with a stare of his auburn eyes and runs his fingers through his short, slightly greasy black hair and adds once Swin finishes speaking, “You’re a group right? Is there more than jus’ the two of ya?”
Alton cranes his neck to look behind him at the two that just walked in before spinning around in his seat for a better look. He eyes the firbolg first as he hasn't seen many of them before, "We are looking for help to take down some brigands. They are causing problems in the countryside and sound like they are not wholly welcomed in town either. My friend and I are the Irregulars, along with a few others that have decided to go their separate ways, and we are mercenaries." He shakes his head, "It's just the two of us now unfortunately." He taps Balassar on the arm, "Lets move to a table. These two seem interested in helping and we can at least buy them drinks and food."
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Balassar rises, revealing the imposing stature of his 6 feet 5 inches and 240-pound frame. With a subtle chuckle, he casually seizes the beverage within reach, casting a glance at the towering firbolg before commenting, "Seems I'm not the tallest one this time." Following Alton's recommendation, he strides confidently towards the designated table, adding, "Your charm strikes again; it appears we've got some help."
“We are at the very least interested in hearing what you have to say about the brigands, or bandits. Whichever you prefer to call them.” Darren adds as he pulls a chair out for Swin to sit in before plopping down himself at the table.
“Is there pay involved? You did say you were a mercenary group of…” he pretends to do math on his fingers, “two people. There’s got to be some coin in it right? Surely you aren’t doing this just ‘for the good of the people’.”
Balassar looks at Darren "Normally no, however this time, if there is a reward it is out of the kindness of these peoples heart. This group burned down the house of an innocent family on our way into town. So we kind of took this upon ourselves since everyone seems more focused on the war going on right now. These people need hope and help, so that's what we are providing." he takes a sip of his drink "Plus I'm sure there's plenty of stuff in the bandits hideout...so...we get something either way."
Darren gets a bit of a sheepish look on his face. “Well that changes things a bit I suppose.” He loudly clears his throat. “So, you know where they be hidin’? And do you have a plan of attack? I imagine if it’s a whole group there might’n be rather a lot of them.” He leans over to Swin and whispers “Maybe this be right group of bandits?”
Balassar looks to Alton and then Darren“That’s actually what we were about to come up with. By the way before we get started, I’m Balassar.” He just holds his hand out.
Alton hops down from the stool and grabs the lute before following to the table, "I'm thinking the only pay we'll get is knowing we did something good and whatever we loot from the their camp. Let's see, we know they are set up in a place called Hawks Ridge, they call themselves Shadowless, their leader's name in Wainwright, and most of their base is underground. Oh, I'm Alton by the way." He holds out his hand too.
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Swin grunts as the group moves from the bar to the table, and settles in. She mutters, "am I tall?" under her breath, and then tunes in to the information. She responds in kind, sort of professorial and sort of grouchy old coot. Her mind's set itself to this problem and right now, she's working at it aloud.
"We're looking for our friend Rhane, and a few towns over, we heard that a group of bandits came to them demanding protection money. They had a captive, who was an elf, and maybe this elf looks like Rhane. We get pointed here. We don't have a better lead, so this might be our lucky day. And whether it is or not, if the hideout is as rich or well-stocked as you suggest, I can get back to my day job with the 'vagrant, or even hang out my own shingle. Business has been slow recently. But all of that would be a lot easier with Rhane. And finding Rhane... and stopping the people who might have taken him... would be easier with you," she says, in a sonorous, easy patter. She nurses her drink, and will dig into a plate of food if someone's buying.
"Plans do best when we know what we have, and what we face. I'm pretty good with arcane things, as long as I've got my book. I know how to use this blade. I've got a scout who can help look ahead. Old forgotten ruins, libraries, and mansions with bad security are my bread and butter. Balassaar, you seem like you can hold your own in a fight, and Alton, you seem like you can stay out of trouble, or maybe you cause it. Darren here's tougher than me and has plenty of tricks of his own, from afar. But in terms of what we face, when should we go and see what's out there and plot something?"
Darren shakes the hand of both Alton and Balassar and a curt “Darren” after each as Swin begins saying her piece.
Balassar just nods as the two give their names and the firbolg explains more about why they are there. He just smiles "Seems like fortune is in our favor. Also, that sounds like a good plan. We can sneak up and then recon with your friend. Unless you can recon the area while we eat and drink?"
“How far is hawks ridge from here?” Darren asks trying to size up the irregulars and contemplating if he wants to join them on a more regular basis. Though he supposes that depends on how this… raid of the bandit camp goes. (OOC it’s still early morning right?)
Swin waits to hear how close the place is before answering about scouting. She also relays that Rhane used to be able to patch up wounds, so without that ability, caution would need to be taken.
Balassar just takes a sip thinking for a moment as he turns to Alton "Did we find out the distance from here last night? I can't remember."
(Celica described the location of the brigands' camp before she left; it's less than a day's travel from Feltyr. It's currently still quite early morning.)
"I'd like to think I've gotten us out of trouble more than getting us into trouble. Also, I'm not the best, but I can heal people in a pinch." Alton chuckles. "Celica said it was less than a day's travel from here. It's still early enough that we could get there by the afternoon, maybe."
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