"My lady, if it's innocent rats you are worried about. I'm afraid I'm guilty of being a mercenary. The Paladin though - he cannot lie...." Persuasion19
"I sell only to caravan guards or townsfolk," the woman says, "not to mercenaries or ... bandits."
She looks askance at the elf jingling the coins in his purse.
"I won't take coin if it's got innocent blood on it." she says.
"And you don't seem to have much coin in that purse to begin with," she says with a parting shot.
OOC: Someone might need to make a Persuasion check if you're planning to purchase anything here.
"Madam, though we are not caravan guards, I assure you we have not spilled innocent blood. In fact, we have just aided the good innkeeper at the Peryton Inn not far from here with a rather nasty infestation. We are adventurers hoping to make these lands a better place for all to live in. This I swear to you on my honour, as a warrior of Clanggedin and an officer of the Iron Guard of Citadel Adbar far away to the North. Please consider my companions request to trade."
Mollified somewhat by Rastaris and Farnakees, the woman explains that the Lionshield Coster doesn't sell weapons to those who would do Phandalin harm. She tells them that if they would purchase weapons, they should obtain the permission of townmaster Harbin Wester first.
She is less than convinced by Alianna and Mithrokk, though.
"If you've been helping out at the Peryton," she says, "then I'll sell you weapons. Name the innkeeper to me though if you wish me to believe you."
"Certainly. What an incredible coincidence. I was just about to visit the Townmaster Wester to get directions to Gnome-N-Garde. I will get permission from him then."
Rastaris moves to leave the store and head back to the town master's office.
Mollified somewhat by Rastaris and Farnakees, the woman explains that the Lionshield Coster doesn't sell weapons to those who would do Phandalin harm. She tells them that if they would purchase weapons, they should obtain the permission of townmaster Harbin Wester first.
She is less than convinced by Alianna and Mithrokk, though.
"If you've been helping out at the Peryton," she says, "then I'll sell you weapons. Name the innkeeper to me though if you wish me to believe you."
"He, ah, did not provide his name. But we can say he is blond and middle-aged and we do know he had a serving girl named Ani and a son named Boy."
"And our friend, Rastaris, will seek Harbin Wester's permission."
Lathalas speaks with the shopkeeper. "I do not recall the name of the blond, middle-aged innkeeper of the Peryton Inn or that of his boy. But I do recall that he had a serving girl by the name of Ani, that he told Harbin Wester about the return of the rats, that he hired some town guards to assist him, then sent them to Umbrage Hill so Adara might heal them of any Sewer Plague they might have contracted."
OOC: Time for Mithrokk to shmooze the shopkeeper! (Please ignore that fact that she has no beard!)
"I sell only to caravan guards or townsfolk," the woman says, "not to mercenaries or ... bandits."
She looks askance at the elf jingling the coins in his purse.
"I won't take coin if it's got innocent blood on it." she says.
"And you don't seem to have much coin in that purse to begin with," she says with a parting shot.
OOC: Someone might need to make a Persuasion check if you're planning to purchase anything here.
"I am the Hand of Llanthorn; my fists sunder body and soul."
Lathalas is downcast as he agrees with her.
OOC: Time for Mithrokk to shmooze the shopkeeper! (Please ignore that fact that she has no beard!)
Rastaris - Persuasion Check - 17
"Surely madam you can find it in your heart to help us out. And maybe if we find things on our journey, we can help to restock your wares."
"My lady, if it's innocent rats you are worried about. I'm afraid I'm guilty of being a mercenary. The Paladin though - he cannot lie...." Persuasion 19
Knowing how much trouble he usually gets into when he opens his mouth, Lathalas lets the other speak for him.
“As I said, Caravan guard.” Persuasion 5
OOC: OK. It looks like I really can’t sell that idea.
"Madam, though we are not caravan guards, I assure you we have not spilled innocent blood. In fact, we have just aided the good innkeeper at the Peryton Inn not far from here with a rather nasty infestation. We are adventurers hoping to make these lands a better place for all to live in. This I swear to you on my honour, as a warrior of Clanggedin and an officer of the Iron Guard of Citadel Adbar far away to the North. Please consider my companions request to trade."
Persuasion: 2 + 2 =
Lathalas buries his head in his hands.
Mollified somewhat by Rastaris and Farnakees, the woman explains that the Lionshield Coster doesn't sell weapons to those who would do Phandalin harm. She tells them that if they would purchase weapons, they should obtain the permission of townmaster Harbin Wester first.
She is less than convinced by Alianna and Mithrokk, though.
"If you've been helping out at the Peryton," she says, "then I'll sell you weapons. Name the innkeeper to me though if you wish me to believe you."
"Certainly. What an incredible coincidence. I was just about to visit the Townmaster Wester to get directions to Gnome-N-Garde. I will get permission from him then."
Rastaris moves to leave the store and head back to the town master's office.
OOC: Who is the one who hired us to deliver the scroll?
"He, ah, did not provide his name. But we can say he is blond and middle-aged and we do know he had a serving girl named Ani and a son named Boy."
"And our friend, Rastaris, will seek Harbin Wester's permission."
Lathalas speaks with the shopkeeper. "I do not recall the name of the blond, middle-aged innkeeper of the Peryton Inn or that of his boy. But I do recall that he had a serving girl by the name of Ani, that he told Harbin Wester about the return of the rats, that he hired some town guards to assist him, then sent them to Umbrage Hill so Adara might heal them of any Sewer Plague they might have contracted."
OOC: Group of wizards in Silverymoon.
OOC: Make another Persuasion check, Mithrokk.
Persuasion: 16. + 2 =
OOC: Am rolling so well, aren't I?
"Mademoiselle, the paladin is tongue-tied in your presence, perhaps, our caravan guard can explain this better...."
OOC: I am *dying*. This has been too funny. 🤣😹