You return to the Tri-Spire; at least one of the guards you met before is still on duty and you are not stopped, questioned or search on your way into the privileged district, though you are definitely somewhat shabbier than the majority of the people you pass by.
The Pillow Trove is a large luxurious building; steps lead up from the street and into a bright, sunlit foyer which also has many lit candles, even during the day - perhaps these are for the scent and much as for light, as the smell of lavender and some other perfume is pleasant and not quite overpowering, though not far short of it. A large semi-circular desk dominates the reception area, and you see a woman with dark hair seated behind it, reading a book. She hasn't noticed you yet. There don't appear to be any other patrons about at the moment.
Balassar just smiles wide as he steps in and walks up tit he lady “Hello, this is a really nice place you all have here. Can we just go sit and have a meal and some drink?
The woman looks you up and down, and then looks the group up and down, and says, in a polite, neutral tone. Certainly. The restaurant is just through that archway there. She indicates the correct archway with a gesture.
Assuming you choose to enter, you find yourself in by far the most expensive-looking restaurant you've ever seen, with waiting staff dressed in immaculate uniforms walking briskly between tables that are richly decorated and covered with perfect white table cloths. About half the tables are occupied by people much, much better dressed than any of you. There is no-one else in this room wearing armour, though you do see a few with rapiers or daggers at their belts, either ceremonial or functional.
You are shown to a table in the centre of the room by a halfling waiter, and attract more than a few glances from the other patrons. Once seated, the halfling produces four menus, beautifully hand-written and decorated with many options. A quick perusal indicates the cheapest meal available would cost you five gold pieces, with most costing ten and drinks taking the total to about fifteen, per person.
Celica spits out her gum in the nearest trash can and fixes her hair a bit. "I feel underdressed! The last time I went to a place this fancy, I was... well, it's been a while, to say the least!" She chuckles. She then looks to the waiter. "I'll have a radler to start, please!"
Balassar just begins to look at the menu and then to his companions “Didn’t realize it’d be this expensive. We can go somewhere else if you guys want.”
Sally, the waiter frowns ever so slightly, before turning her attention to Balassar. Of course, sir, she says. Do you have a particular variety in mind? We have an excellent selection.
Your food and drink arrives. It doesn't look good enough to justify the price, but it still looks good. You tuck in and enjoy the meal, and around you people come and go, enjoying a late brunch, or lunch, or afternoon tea, or whatever takes their fancy. There's no-one you recognise, and no-one who appears interested in your group other than the occasional curious glance.
So, are you discussing your plans over the meal? Getting to know each other better? Or something else?
"Childhood friends. Knew Celica my whole entire life. She has done some wild things you know, I shouldn't even open my mouth," Sally looks over to Celica, her eyelashes batting innocently
Balassar just looks at her "Must've been nice to know each other that long. What kind of adventures have you all been on? What was the most memorable for each of you?"
Celica lets out a laugh. "Oh-ho, well, where to even start! So many good memories, of course. You know, the incident with the owlbears comes to mind... Though I was a bit drunk for most of it, so the details are fuzzy for me... Sally, tell them about the owlbears! Oh, you guys are gonna love this one."
You return to the Tri-Spire; at least one of the guards you met before is still on duty and you are not stopped, questioned or search on your way into the privileged district, though you are definitely somewhat shabbier than the majority of the people you pass by.
The Pillow Trove is a large luxurious building; steps lead up from the street and into a bright, sunlit foyer which also has many lit candles, even during the day - perhaps these are for the scent and much as for light, as the smell of lavender and some other perfume is pleasant and not quite overpowering, though not far short of it. A large semi-circular desk dominates the reception area, and you see a woman with dark hair seated behind it, reading a book. She hasn't noticed you yet. There don't appear to be any other patrons about at the moment.
Balassar just smiles wide as he steps in and walks up tit he lady “Hello, this is a really nice place you all have here. Can we just go sit and have a meal and some drink?
The woman looks you up and down, and then looks the group up and down, and says, in a polite, neutral tone. Certainly. The restaurant is just through that archway there. She indicates the correct archway with a gesture.
Assuming you choose to enter, you find yourself in by far the most expensive-looking restaurant you've ever seen, with waiting staff dressed in immaculate uniforms walking briskly between tables that are richly decorated and covered with perfect white table cloths. About half the tables are occupied by people much, much better dressed than any of you. There is no-one else in this room wearing armour, though you do see a few with rapiers or daggers at their belts, either ceremonial or functional.
You are shown to a table in the centre of the room by a halfling waiter, and attract more than a few glances from the other patrons. Once seated, the halfling produces four menus, beautifully hand-written and decorated with many options. A quick perusal indicates the cheapest meal available would cost you five gold pieces, with most costing ten and drinks taking the total to about fifteen, per person.
Celica spits out her gum in the nearest trash can and fixes her hair a bit. "I feel underdressed! The last time I went to a place this fancy, I was... well, it's been a while, to say the least!" She chuckles. She then looks to the waiter. "I'll have a radler to start, please!"
Alton takes a seat and looks over the menu, "I think I'll need a minute to decide."
Be excellent to each other, and roll for initiative dudes!
Balassar just begins to look at the menu and then to his companions “Didn’t realize it’d be this expensive. We can go somewhere else if you guys want.”
The waiter nods at Celica, and waits patiently to hear the rest of the orders.
Balassar just looks at the waiter "Do you guys have trost here?"
"I'm alright, had a hefty breakfast," Sally smiles at the waiter
Alton puts down the menu and looks at the waiter, “I’ll take whatever dish and drink are popular at the moment; everything looks to good to decide.”
Be excellent to each other, and roll for initiative dudes!
Sally, the waiter frowns ever so slightly, before turning her attention to Balassar. Of course, sir, she says. Do you have a particular variety in mind? We have an excellent selection.
Alton, the waiter nods, and makes a note - not saying what they have written.
Balassar just shakes his head “No, whichever is decent. I’ll take the popular dish as well.”
"I'll just have the stuffed mushrooms, please and thank you!"
Your food and drink arrives. It doesn't look good enough to justify the price, but it still looks good. You tuck in and enjoy the meal, and around you people come and go, enjoying a late brunch, or lunch, or afternoon tea, or whatever takes their fancy. There's no-one you recognise, and no-one who appears interested in your group other than the occasional curious glance.
So, are you discussing your plans over the meal? Getting to know each other better? Or something else?
Balassar just begins to sip his drink "So...how did you guys come to meet each other?" he asks looking at the two new additions.
"Childhood friends. Knew Celica my whole entire life. She has done some wild things you know, I shouldn't even open my mouth," Sally looks over to Celica, her eyelashes batting innocently
Balassar just looks at her "Must've been nice to know each other that long. What kind of adventures have you all been on? What was the most memorable for each of you?"
Celica lets out a laugh. "Oh-ho, well, where to even start! So many good memories, of course. You know, the incident with the owlbears comes to mind... Though I was a bit drunk for most of it, so the details are fuzzy for me... Sally, tell them about the owlbears! Oh, you guys are gonna love this one."
Alton settles into his seat and casually sips on his drink, but there is a sparkle in his eyes hearing the prospect of a good story.
Be excellent to each other, and roll for initiative dudes!