“Listen here lad, Hillsfar, the City of Trade, is a great place to make your way, as long as you’re not an elf... or a dwarf... or a halfling or well pretty much anything but human. But if you’re human, there is no better opportunity!”
-Isthana Ro, Guildmaster of Rogues
The city of Hillsfar has a particularly dark and sordid past. A city squeezed between the vast Elven forest of Cormanthor, and the edges of the Moonsea, with the what was once the Zhentil keep to the west, a city they consistently warred with, Thar and the hordes of orcs just across the water to the north and isolated from the two closest human kingdoms of Sembia or Cormyr, the people here have gone through long bouts of isolationism and xenophobia, hateful of non-human races and protectionist in their ways. The only stronghold for humankind this side of the moonsea, the great law that only humans are allowed in Hillsfar was only recently rescinded by their newest First Lord, a man named Yestrel. Their other great law, the things that keeps the heart of Hillsfar alive is the great trade law. "The Great Law of Trade. Do not interfere with any legitimate trade."
However this anti-human law was only recently rescinded and bigotry does not die quietly. In the silence it thrives. And so, though not illegal, the city is not a kindly welcoming place for non-humans. Instead, the nearby village of Elventree just to the south of Hillsfar. The village of Elventree is idyllic, peaceful, and friendly to nonhumans that were seeking succor from Hillsfar, particularly elves, half-elves. Just north of Elventree, the village of Lighthouse, a more recent settlement, has sprung up around an ancient and abandoned lighthouse known as Elua’s Lighthouse miles from the coast due to changes in the depth of the Moonsea. The settlement is populated by nonhumans formerly of the area. Finally, to the west, the former client village of Hillsfar, Yûlash, is now largely abandoned. The subterranean tunnels beneath the village are rumored to be overrun with foul things from the Underdark. The Red Plumes, the military force of Hillsfar, have built a massive wall around the village and watch vigilantly for monsters. Finally to the east is Elmwood, a home to woodcutters and fishermen, and a waystop for ships in the region.
To the south of here, within the great forest, are the ruins of the great elven city Myth Drannor. One of the vast cities that hosts a Mythal, a powerful magical weave that surrounded and protected their golden elven cities, the city was attacked and overrun by Yugaloth demons knows as "The Trio Nefarious" summoned by a Netherese wizard. They attacked with all host that included all manner of demons, devils, and dragons. When the elves seemed to have defeated this foe and were reclaiming the city, the Netheril war began, ending with the floating Netherese city of Thultanthar coming crashing down and destroying both cities.
In the handful of years since then, the remnants of the Elven society in Cormanthor has become but a shadow of it once was. With so many elves lost, so much magic unleashed, so much destruction, the dust really is still yet settling and rumors of what is to be found in Myth Drannor and in the fragments of its Mythal draw many strangers seeking unfound riches and mystical treasure.
It is into these lands that Jahren finds himself.
A cool wet day, grey smeared the sky as a steady drizzle left the small town of Elmswood soaked and dull. The quayside of Elmwood bustled with activity despite the dreary weather, as fishermen and traders of all sorts jostle among the crowds of cloaked folk trying to get their work done while keeping the rain from their heads. The Wayfarer’s Rest Inn sits just back from the waterfront, a well-tended, sturdy building of newer construction that gives a broad view of the shoreline. Large droplets of water tumble regularly from a peak beam just outside the window. Two large Moonsea trading ships, recognizable by their broad keel's for traversing the swampy waters of the River Lis to the Sea of Shining Stars, sit moored and each under repairs. Ropes hung and sails were tightly wrapped as men, cold and soaked, worked wood, cloth, and hemp to fix some nautical issue of which you had little knowledge. You had learned that the River Lis was called the Blood River by orcs, though you'd been unable to determine why. Sitting at an upstairs table, Jahren kept an eye out over both the docks and the Wayfarer's common room below. Keeping a low profile was second nature to him, and the further he got from home, the easier it was. In this backwater northern town separated from the rest of the world by vast forests and meager water ways he was unlikely to meet anyone who'd recognize him.
He made eye contact with a man as thick as a tree but not much taller than a dwarf. The human stomped up the stairs and approached Jahren's table. He nodded to the seat before swinging it around and straddling it.
In a thick gravely voice he muttered, "It's a lovely day for a walk in the woods, don't ya think?"
Jahren smiled a small smile and responded with the Harper coded response, "Only if you can keep the trolls away."
The man, a Harper contact here, nodded, "Look here, I don't know who ya are, or why yer here, but you look like a cool operator, and just the sort that could come in handy. Don't suppose I could interest you in helpin the local Harps out a bit could I?"
Jahren nodded, "I'm always available to help."
The man smiled, and then waved his hand apologetically, "Dunna usually get strangers on a job like this, but, strangers is what we need, and you bein a half-elf. Well, race matters a lot round here. I don't know how much you know about the local sit'ation, but the new Lord of Hillsfar is on shaky ground having used his first act to rescind the only-humans law Hillsfar had. He could really use some allies, and they're in short supply round here. Especially for Hillsfar who's had a past of fightin pretty much er'one around here. Maybe, get yerself settled here, then take a trip to Hillsfar. Ask fer Matt at the Coin Bros Merchant House on Purse Street."
He nods again, "Best of luck brother, the cause thanks ya."
As the contact departed, Jahren looked back out at the drizzle, and sipped a bit of his warmed wine, wondering what he'd gotten himself into.
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Jahren nods at the Harper contact with a small smile and then goes about his business. He scans the Wayfarer’s Rest for any interesting activity, especially any adventurer types with their armor, weapons and perhaps even unique magical items. He does the same about town as time allows, listening for chatter that may interest him and keeping an eye out for any unique individuals. The traveler is curious to learn how various people, especially those of different races, feel about the changes in Hillsfar. He's also curious about anyone headed inland into the Elven woods, and ultimately how best to get to Hillsfar, whether it be by land or by boat. If nothing more interesting presents himself, he makes his way back to the docks to inquire about this question.
The smell of pipe smoke mingling with cooking fish stew rises up from the common room below. Through the thick wooden rafters that are free of cobweb and dust Jahren's view down below is good, and fragments of conversation that drift up are sufficient for him to get a sense of the folk there. The proprietor, a halfling with weathered skin going by the name of Halser moves nimbly amongst tables ensuring the serving boy, a half-elf teenager, is tending to the customers well enough. The folk here are a mixing pot. He spots three young sailors, all human, enjoying a warm lunch and ale who seem to be discussing something about square sails vs triangle sales. The next table over an older human with a greying goatee is talking with two warriors, a dragon-kin and a dwarf about escorting him on a treasure hunting expedition into the dark forests south of here. He seems on a quest to find a fancy elf sword or something. The table over from there, a well appointed half-elven woman and a fierce looking human captain are haggling over wood prices. You get the sense the half-elf has changed prices on the captain after getting him here. You note a group of three elves sit quietly to themselves eating some stew and watching the room. The blond male meets Jahren's glance a few times as they both pay attention to what's around them. At yet another table, an older human man with numerous arcane trinkets about him and dressed in a patchwork of leather armor is discussing with a young dwarf, giving him excuses about why he's not the right material for Hillsfar Mage guild.
All in all, much like any other bar that Jahren has been in, a collision of interests and lives that have as much variety as the streets of Waterdeep. From what he can gather as he listens, the changes in Hillfar seem to have underwhelmed everyone. A few humans think it's ill conceived, while others, plus many of the non-humans seem to think it's symbolic only, the people of Hillsfar won't change. As for finding out the best way to get to Hillsfar, Jahren does some asking around. Almost every ship in Elmwood seems to either be coming from, or headed to Hillsfar and are by far the fastest and safest way to get there. The forest is full of wild unknown dangers. Strange creatures appear regularly, and people vanish just as regularly. Traveling alone is not advised.
But ships seem to be the way to go. The drizzle let up and settled into a cold grey day. A few questions and Jahren finds out that both the Silver Crest and the Mad Barnacle are both ships headed to Hillsfar if you so desire. Jahren has learned though that not all ships are made equal, so he checks them both out. In every way that names can be misleading, so it was with both of these ships. The Silver Crest was run down, poorly maintained, and looked to employ the most sour of crew. The Mad Barnacle however was well maintained, seemed in excellent condition, and ...well....looking for interesting folk who may catch his eye...this would count. Standing near the edge of the ship, speaking firm but calm orders at several men on the dock, is a woman who draws your attention. She seems human, though her angular face has deep emerald green eyes. Her nose is sharp, matching the angular look of her face. A light dusting of freckles line her cheeks and shoulders. A dark brown splotch of skin, which can pass as a birthmark or brand, rests along her jaw. It is made visible by her long, golden brown hair being tied back into a braid, tied back with dark green ribbon. She stood on the edge of the deck quietly speaking her directions to them, to which they responded immediately. She didn't wear a first mate or captain marking, but it was clear she garnered respect non-the-less.
As he approached, she glanced over at him, and then turned away to complete a job on deck. A human man with the actual markings of first mate looked up as he seemed to head to the ship, "Hello there, looking for passage? We're to Hillsfar, then dropping some odd folk off near the ruins of Zhentil Keep, then we're off Melvaunt. Five silver per day for passage, provide your own food."
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Loane often forgot how much she enjoyed the open water. And it was at times like this when she likewise forgot about how annoying she could find being in port. Hardworking sailors suddenly forgot their duties and frolicked across the city like they'd never seen a whore house before, and more often than not she found herself giving them firm reminders about what they were supposed to be doing, and where they should be. For the Mad Barnacle, the first mate, a dullard bully named Bill, did not do a great job keeping their sailors inline, which was essentially the job of the first mate. Well, it wasn't her problem, she was just a lowly deck hand making her way to the next town. Though she was more experienced than most everyone on the boat, she wasn't looking for responsibility. A lowly deck hand was plenty for her. She had enough responsibility back at home. It was pleasing to have mind numbing tasks and no-one to care for but yourself once in a while. This ship was just a means to an end anyway. She was looking for adventure. The drizzle had made doing any of the high sail repairs too dangerous, but really she had her hands full just trying to keep the crew that were around working. Plus, more than once she found the baffoon loading the hold with Cormanthor timber not even paying attention and gawking at a passing girl on the boardwalk as heavy wooden beams swung about above the deck. It was during one of her instructional and helpful bouts of feedback that she noticed an unusual half-elf with some sort of instrument on his back, staring at her overly long and their eyes met as she tried to talk some sense into Bowen and Harly. He had an unearthly look about him, the kind of face you could just stare at for hours....but....she purposely broke the look and turned her back and walked away, she had a job to do and besides, some stranger with a pretty face was not the sort of adventure she was looking for. She'd spent enough time scouting for foolish treasure hunters or greedy merchants. She was looking for her next gig, and it had to be something meaningful, something that made a dent in this world....something that would make her step parents proud.
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Loane shakes her head, as she focuses back on her task. Strange people lived all over, and she was even one of them. Gawking did little to help in any situation. She goes back to her duties, securing down whatever was needed, though most of the time it was her keeping an eye out on the other deck hands to make sure they were doing their job properly. Most of her attention remains on Bill the first mate, and on his conversation.
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Chen doesn't like ships. Ships suffer from a significant draw-back that seems impossible to overcome in any reasonable manner. Well, not entirely true. There was this one ship he was on, in the Sea of Fallen Stars...a massive affair with three masts, golden trimmed railings, and a magical wooden maiden carved into the bow that sang the most lovely, heart wrenching songs. But, back to the short falls of most ships, this ship, the Zephyr also had a captain who loved food, and subsequently employed a master chef who kept nearly a quarter of the hold stocked with a myriad of ingredients from all over the world. Sadly, this ship, as was with most ships did not have such a civilized and reasonable approach to food and instead stocked water, fruit, and enough of the basics to survive on, if you could really call it surviving eating gruel. In Chen's books, it did not qualify.
Still, you did what you must when you were searching for enlightenment. I mean, he called it a search for enlightenment, but he supposed some others might call it a search for exotic ingredients. Half of dozen of one he supposed. He'd planned on heading north through Sembia, but his limited research told him that even powerful warriors with no fear in their eyes should think twice before leaving through the forests alone. Since the fall of the Netheril city upon Myth Drannor, the forest had become a place of wicked evil, strange magics, and terrible fates. Still....a golden elven city ruin that was in place for 4000 years...a Netheril flying city. He mouth watered at the thoughts of what he could find. But...he'd heard and even seen the results of what lay in this forest. Demons, dragons, undead, and all manner of twisted magic. No, if he was going to go forth, he needed some strong allies. Not your run of the mill adventurers with glory in their eyes and a short death in their future. No, some unique folk who were no fresh newbs just out of school. He needed experience. He had his eyes on one person already, but three was really the sweet spot. Someone who could heal is always beneficial to have around. Maybe a wizard. Although, a druid in these parts would be great. Either way, he was fearing these small back-water stops along the Moonsea weren't going to get him what he wanted. The city-state of Hillsfar with it's massive influence round these parts was likely where he'd have to find folk. He'd heard a few nasty stories about non-humans being frowned at in Hillsfar....but really, it couldn't be that bad, could it? Hmmm, it looked like the drizzle outside was finally easing off. Sitting in his cabin all day was getting more than a little tiresome.
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At the Wayfarer’s Rest, Jahren sits quietly by himself and tries to subtly cast the Eagle's Splendor version of Enhance Ability on himself. He then moves downstairs to the bar, ideally where he can be easily seen and there is some empty space around him. He orders a drink and one for the blonde elf of the trio, asking Halser or one of the staff to take it to him. Jahren waits patiently at the bar, occasionally glancing at the elf, even raising his glass to him if that's what it takes to get him to come over and join him.
Given time, he also interrupts the young dwarf and the member of the mage's guild, being as polite as possible, of course. He initially shows interest in the elder man, enthusiastically asking him about the guild. Eventually he moves to the younger dwarf, intentionally making the assumption that he is to join the guild and going on about how wonderful it is that the guild is willing to diversify and give a dwarf a chance. He continues by pondering what great talent such a precedent could bring the the guild now that things are changing.
(Persuasion to get the old man to reconsidering allowing the young dwarf a chance?)
Making his way out to the docks, he greets the first mate of the Barnacle warmly and asks "when do you set sail?" Jahren nods his head and smiles at Loane before departing, curious to see if he will get the chance to meet her.
Chen was glad he paid a little extra for a premium cabin - the hammocks in steerage didn't quite accommodate his bulk, plus the porthole gave him a view of the outside and the foot locker allowed him to go ashore without worrying about his possessions. Taking only a small pouch and a staff, the dragonborn squeezed through the cabin door and up onto the deck to look around. What was this stop called again? Oakswood? Beechwood? Judging by the size of this village he didn't expect culinary perfection, but anything other than gruel and old fruit would be a welcome change. Nodding briefly to the first mate, he descended the gangway and went in search of a tavern.
The Wayfarer's Rest - how appropriate! And judging from the smells coming from the kitchen, Chen's hopes started to rise. Pushing in through the doorway, his eyes adjusting to the gloom, he made his way to an empty table and looked around for a waiter. There was a curious collection of folk here - some merchant-types or other locals, some elves who looked like they knew a thing or two, and by Eldath! another dragonborn? Chen didn't see too many of his kind around, but this one and the dwarf sitting next to him looked like they knew how to handle themselves. Maybe they were the sort he was looking for. But first things first - where was that waiter?
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Jahren is only at the bar for a couple minutes, noting the fresh amber coating on the new bar top repelling the spilled beer with ease....before the elf sidles up next to him. "Thank you friend for the beverage. It is a kind offering not oft proffered to me or my kin these days. I'm afraid people see our defeat as their own loss, and the damage to our most precious forest as a slight to their convenience. Or to some, a dangerously but potentially great profit. You have the look of a traveler, what have you come seeking in these parts?"
Before he can answer a girthy golden skinned dragonkin enters the bar, drawing his attention. The dragon kins bright eyes cleverly noting each and every morsel of food and drink scattered about the bar with a single scan of the place, before taking a seat at the closest table that can accomodate him. The serving boy, sensing an imminent and potentially large order makes his way to him immediately where upon they engage in what appears to be the most lengthly and confounding ordering experience of the young boys life.
Jahren looks back to the elf who patiently awaits his response.
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While waiting at the bar, Jahren is dressed in his traveler's clothes including a simple cloak. His long, braided orange hair is matched by his small beard, and he always wears a smile and kind, welcoming demeanor. Always close is his traveler's pack and wooden staff. His pack bulges as there is an additional layer of cloth thrown over it, concealing the larger parts of his armor, an extra stringed instrument and his shield, all to help him keep a low profile. on his back in plain sight, however, is another stringed instrument, his fine bandore. "I am indeed but a mere traveler" replies Jahren to the elf with a kind smile. "Always seeking out new places to explore and any interesting folk I can learn a thing or two from. I'm not sure venturing into your forrest for adventure or profit suits me well. I may take the opportunity to visit Hillsfar, now that our kinds are at least a bit more welcome. I will admit, since you may be of like mind, that I am particularly....observant. What, may I ask, are you too watching for, friend?"
The elf smiles, warming up to Jahren despite what you can tell is a propensity for being aloof. "Well friend, you are clearly new to these parts. If you think the change in a law has changed the hearts or minds of the people in Hillsfar, you are sadly mistaken. Their bigotry against all other kinds runs very deep. If you indeed plan to visit there, I urge you to temper your expectations and harden yourself to the bitterness and bigotry you will experience. Remember, they are humans, their view of the world is drawn from limited experience and understanding. I also appreciate that you aren't like so many others that visit these parts. Looters, looking for their piece of our elven history to steal away and profit from. We are here on orders to watch for such folk and report on them. It's no secret. Our superiors feel some sense of responsibility and so we spend much of our time trying to keep these folk from getting themselves killed. The forest is a dark dangerous place, even for us, and it is large...it seems a fools errand. But here we are, fools one and all." He nods to you, "Best of luck in Hillsfar."
He turns to look for the young dwarf and mage guild member, who are just wrapping up and quickly moves to their table. He makes his introduction. The member of the mage guild looks at you with barely concealed distaste. "Yes, well, I'm sure the guild may be very interesting to you, but...." (he glances at your pointed ears) "...if you wish to join such a renowned organization, you must follow the proper channels." The dwarf makes a disgusted face and waves his hand dismissively. The guild member continues, "In Hillsfar you can find a guild member hall and they will explain the process. Now, it's already noon and I have much to do today. I'll excuse myself." He promptly gets up and walks out, leaving you little chance to try your persuasion on him. As he leaves the dwarf shrugs, "Don't bother. I was foolish to think a change in the law would make a difference....I'll just have to try to keep learning on my own..I've done it till now, and I can keep on doin it." His hands move, somewhat clumsily, and he mutters an incantation, a prestidigitation spell that you are frankly surprised he pulls off given how badly he pronounced 'esecta'....but an image of an axe appears etched in the wood of the table. "And back to the lumber yard I go...need to make a living."
The golden dragon kin's order starts arriving...and....continues to arrive. Cormanthor game sausage, local goats cheese, a fish stew with some subtle flavors. Very interesting. He watches the action in the bar as he does so. Three lumberjack folk, based on their garb, their tooled belts, and the sawdust still in their wet hair wander in and sit down and begin talking loudly about some local women they 'conquered' recently. Two half-elves and a half-orc, the nod to the dwarf at the table with another half-elf but sit by themselves in a corner. The dwarf is obviously not invited.
Chen was able to witness the attempt by the red haired half-elf to assist the dwarf in his application. Very kind, and ultimately the flaming disaster it turned into was entertaining to witness. He sips a local mead. Ug...way to sweet and thick, where was the subtlety?
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When the elf wishes Jahren luck the half-elf raises his glass and says "and best of luck to you as well, friend." "Before you go, let me help you just a bit." He tilts his head to suggest they walk together. He walks by the table with the older human with the goatee and the two warriors, saying aloud "I can't believe even HE fell prey to the forrest. He was the most powerful spellcaster I had ever met. I feel sorry for anyone who gets conned into heading into the wood on yet another fool's errand." After passing by the table he sticks his hand out to the elf with a smile. "The name's Jahren" he says, expecting a name in return.
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To the young dwarf Jahren replies "indeed, well done, keep it up." "You are young and have a long life yet to live. Give it time in Hillsfar. Such change is more akin to the growth of a tree than a crack of thunder, but the tree continues to grow even when you aren't watching." When he says he has to make a living Jahren says "don't well all" with a raise of his glass and a smile.
The elf smiles a knowing smile to Jahren, "The name is Fal'ren. It has been a pleasure meeting you Jahren. Say...you mentioned you're headed to Hillsfar. I'm wondering...if you might be open to some limited employment. You may be very well suited for it." He motions for you to come to the table with the other two elves. He pulls a chair up for you. "This is Dyneran and Kisthnor." He looks to the female and male elf, "This is Jahren." He turns to Jahren, "Myth Drannor and Hillsfar have had a combative history with precious little trust. Our moments of alliance seem to fall through, and betrayal by Hillsfar seems a pattern. This new First Lord, Yestral, has potential. This region badly needs good news, and the elves need allies now more than ever. I am wondering if, on your trip to Hillsfar, you might find a way to gauge the fabric of this new leader. We could sorely use some insight into his character. We could provide some meager reward for this service, though by the make of your gear and the quality of your person, I doubt a hundred coin would be suit as your motivation."
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Jahren greets the other two elves and listens to the offer. "I am but a mere traveler, but I may just be up to the task, if I get lucky, that is" answers the half-elf with a wink. "No need for coin, your friendship will more than suffice. Will I find you back here? I am not sure when I might return to Elmwood."
Fal'ren shakes his head, "No, we will send a contact to you in Hillsfar. There is a tavern on 4th Collins Street called The Icy Earl. We have a presence there. Find Mitch. He'll connect you with whomever we send. Thank you. It is rare to make such quick connections in this lifetime, I'm glad to have met you."
You glance over as you note the bronze dragon kin and dwarf who were discussing employment with the human with greying goatee stand up and walk out. The human glares after them, his hand held out in a "whats your problem" expression. "Cowards..." he says as they walkout. He casts an angry glance in your direction, and walks over to the bar, tossing some coins on it before stomping off across the slick cobblestone road.
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Chen wiped his jowls and watched with a smirk as the dragonkin and dwarf departed the tavern to the chagrin of the human. Perhaps they weren't what he was looking for after all, but that red-headed half elf! Wow, couldn't he work a room! Between the seasoned potatoes and the grilled pork Chen had watched as the bard moved effortlessly from one group to another playing them as easily as he probably did the instrument on his back. He certainly had a way! Chen hadn't heard all the words spoken, but the sight was music to the eyes.
With a sigh he thought it a shame he couldn't stay here longer and make the bard's acquaintance. The stop here was only a short one, and Chen had to return to the ship. He didn't want a repeat of the stopover in Selgaunt, although there had been worse places to get stranded for a few days - oh, the pastries! Besides, he didn't want to overdo the meal - best to keep it light. Downing the dregs of the sickly mead (it didn't pay to waste it), putting the rest of the herb loaf and the last leg of pheasant in his pouch (he would have to carry the poached apples in his hand), Chen pushed back his chair, tossed the napkin and some coins on the table (with a few extra for the waiter who somehow looked a bit exhausted), and headed out the door.
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Jahren decides he's gathered all the info he is likely to from the Wayfarer's Rest and heads for the door. Along the way he sees the corpulent dragonborn with enough food for several men and smiles at him, his curiosity now focused on this new character. Deciding not to interrupt his meal for no particular reason, however, the half-elf heads out into the streets of Elmwood yet again, thinking the dragonborn won't be too hard to spot in town at a later time.
Before heading back to the docks, he takes a moment to scan the town center area for any merchants who might have a chance to deal in interesting wares, those beyond the mundane stores required for every day life, travel and the various trades.
Jahren scans the streets of Elmwood. This town is too small to offer the type of merchants that Jahren is hoping to find. It's a logging and fishing town with an port over sized for the size of town since every ship heading between the Moonsea and the Sea of Fallen Stars stops here. But a majority of the port is set aside for loading wood. It seems every ship heading south from here towards the Fallen Stars takes with them a load of wood on the way out. But, all that said, to his surprise, he notes a store nestled by itself, a small two story thing crouched between a wagon company and a bakery. The sound of hammering, sawing, and much activity comes from the large barn next door where they're building wagons, the smell of fresh saw dust in the air, as he walks into the darkness of the shop. It looks like every knick knack and bit of junk that anyone may ever have dropped on the ground is in here covered in a thorough layer of dust and grime. Bits of animal bones, a set of antlers, small copper necklaces and bracelets hanging from the antlers, a rabbit pelt with strange symbols burned across it, a glass horn, a small bookshelf with a dozen dusty tomes and a collection of dusty scroll cases, a bowl full of polished colored rocks. As he glances about he notes more than a few items of elven make. Probably some of them are hundreds of years old. But often they are dinged, dented, or cracked.
An old woman wearing a headscarf of knitted yellow cotton and wrapped in a wool blanket sits near the back. She eyes him suspiciously, while attempting to pretend she's focused entirely on a book that is in her lap.
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Chen departs with his poached apple and heads back towards the ship. The drizzle is done and the sun is almost ready to peak through the grey clouds overhead. He sees the red headed half-elf wander off into town as Chen takes a right towards the docks and his ship. He wanders up the gang plank which creaks under his girth. The pretty girl who acts a deck hand but carries a rapier fit for a king eyes him as he boards the ship, then quickly turns back to her task of winding a rope about a hitch. Chen has noticed this one on their journey up the River Lis. One of the more interesting and curious of the ships passengers, but seemingly a bit difficult to approach.
Pardon me, Chen calls to the deck hand, hoping to break the ice. Do you know how long we will be in port? I was wary of staying ashore over-long, but am also enjoying the opportunity to stand on solid ground again.
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“Listen here lad, Hillsfar, the City of Trade, is a great place to make your way, as long as you’re not an elf... or a dwarf... or a halfling or well pretty much anything but human. But if you’re human, there is no better opportunity!”
-Isthana Ro, Guildmaster of Rogues
The city of Hillsfar has a particularly dark and sordid past. A city squeezed between the vast Elven forest of Cormanthor, and the edges of the Moonsea, with the what was once the Zhentil keep to the west, a city they consistently warred with, Thar and the hordes of orcs just across the water to the north and isolated from the two closest human kingdoms of Sembia or Cormyr, the people here have gone through long bouts of isolationism and xenophobia, hateful of non-human races and protectionist in their ways. The only stronghold for humankind this side of the moonsea, the great law that only humans are allowed in Hillsfar was only recently rescinded by their newest First Lord, a man named Yestrel. Their other great law, the things that keeps the heart of Hillsfar alive is the great trade law. "The Great Law of Trade. Do not interfere with any legitimate trade."
However this anti-human law was only recently rescinded and bigotry does not die quietly. In the silence it thrives. And so, though not illegal, the city is not a kindly welcoming place for non-humans. Instead, the nearby village of Elventree just to the south of Hillsfar. The village of Elventree is idyllic, peaceful, and friendly to nonhumans that were seeking succor from Hillsfar, particularly elves, half-elves. Just north of Elventree, the village of Lighthouse, a more recent settlement, has sprung up around an ancient and abandoned lighthouse known as Elua’s Lighthouse miles from the coast due to changes in the depth of the Moonsea. The settlement is populated by nonhumans formerly of the area. Finally, to the west, the former client village of Hillsfar, Yûlash, is now largely abandoned. The subterranean tunnels beneath the village are rumored to be overrun with foul things from the Underdark. The Red Plumes, the military force of Hillsfar, have built a massive wall around the village and watch vigilantly for monsters. Finally to the east is Elmwood, a home to woodcutters and fishermen, and a waystop for ships in the region.
To the south of here, within the great forest, are the ruins of the great elven city Myth Drannor. One of the vast cities that hosts a Mythal, a powerful magical weave that surrounded and protected their golden elven cities, the city was attacked and overrun by Yugaloth demons knows as "The Trio Nefarious" summoned by a Netherese wizard. They attacked with all host that included all manner of demons, devils, and dragons. When the elves seemed to have defeated this foe and were reclaiming the city, the Netheril war began, ending with the floating Netherese city of Thultanthar coming crashing down and destroying both cities.
In the handful of years since then, the remnants of the Elven society in Cormanthor has become but a shadow of it once was. With so many elves lost, so much magic unleashed, so much destruction, the dust really is still yet settling and rumors of what is to be found in Myth Drannor and in the fragments of its Mythal draw many strangers seeking unfound riches and mystical treasure.
It is into these lands that Jahren finds himself.
A cool wet day, grey smeared the sky as a steady drizzle left the small town of Elmswood soaked and dull. The quayside of Elmwood bustled with activity despite the dreary weather, as fishermen and traders of all sorts jostle among the crowds of cloaked folk trying to get their work done while keeping the rain from their heads. The Wayfarer’s Rest Inn sits just back from the waterfront, a well-tended, sturdy building of newer construction that gives a broad view of the shoreline. Large droplets of water tumble regularly from a peak beam just outside the window. Two large Moonsea trading ships, recognizable by their broad keel's for traversing the swampy waters of the River Lis to the Sea of Shining Stars, sit moored and each under repairs. Ropes hung and sails were tightly wrapped as men, cold and soaked, worked wood, cloth, and hemp to fix some nautical issue of which you had little knowledge. You had learned that the River Lis was called the Blood River by orcs, though you'd been unable to determine why. Sitting at an upstairs table, Jahren kept an eye out over both the docks and the Wayfarer's common room below. Keeping a low profile was second nature to him, and the further he got from home, the easier it was. In this backwater northern town separated from the rest of the world by vast forests and meager water ways he was unlikely to meet anyone who'd recognize him.
He made eye contact with a man as thick as a tree but not much taller than a dwarf. The human stomped up the stairs and approached Jahren's table. He nodded to the seat before swinging it around and straddling it.
In a thick gravely voice he muttered, "It's a lovely day for a walk in the woods, don't ya think?"
Jahren smiled a small smile and responded with the Harper coded response, "Only if you can keep the trolls away."
The man, a Harper contact here, nodded, "Look here, I don't know who ya are, or why yer here, but you look like a cool operator, and just the sort that could come in handy. Don't suppose I could interest you in helpin the local Harps out a bit could I?"
Jahren nodded, "I'm always available to help."
The man smiled, and then waved his hand apologetically, "Dunna usually get strangers on a job like this, but, strangers is what we need, and you bein a half-elf. Well, race matters a lot round here. I don't know how much you know about the local sit'ation, but the new Lord of Hillsfar is on shaky ground having used his first act to rescind the only-humans law Hillsfar had. He could really use some allies, and they're in short supply round here. Especially for Hillsfar who's had a past of fightin pretty much er'one around here. Maybe, get yerself settled here, then take a trip to Hillsfar. Ask fer Matt at the Coin Bros Merchant House on Purse Street."
He nods again, "Best of luck brother, the cause thanks ya."
As the contact departed, Jahren looked back out at the drizzle, and sipped a bit of his warmed wine, wondering what he'd gotten himself into.
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Jahren nods at the Harper contact with a small smile and then goes about his business. He scans the Wayfarer’s Rest for any interesting activity, especially any adventurer types with their armor, weapons and perhaps even unique magical items. He does the same about town as time allows, listening for chatter that may interest him and keeping an eye out for any unique individuals. The traveler is curious to learn how various people, especially those of different races, feel about the changes in Hillsfar. He's also curious about anyone headed inland into the Elven woods, and ultimately how best to get to Hillsfar, whether it be by land or by boat. If nothing more interesting presents himself, he makes his way back to the docks to inquire about this question.
The smell of pipe smoke mingling with cooking fish stew rises up from the common room below. Through the thick wooden rafters that are free of cobweb and dust Jahren's view down below is good, and fragments of conversation that drift up are sufficient for him to get a sense of the folk there. The proprietor, a halfling with weathered skin going by the name of Halser moves nimbly amongst tables ensuring the serving boy, a half-elf teenager, is tending to the customers well enough. The folk here are a mixing pot. He spots three young sailors, all human, enjoying a warm lunch and ale who seem to be discussing something about square sails vs triangle sales. The next table over an older human with a greying goatee is talking with two warriors, a dragon-kin and a dwarf about escorting him on a treasure hunting expedition into the dark forests south of here. He seems on a quest to find a fancy elf sword or something. The table over from there, a well appointed half-elven woman and a fierce looking human captain are haggling over wood prices. You get the sense the half-elf has changed prices on the captain after getting him here. You note a group of three elves sit quietly to themselves eating some stew and watching the room. The blond male meets Jahren's glance a few times as they both pay attention to what's around them. At yet another table, an older human man with numerous arcane trinkets about him and dressed in a patchwork of leather armor is discussing with a young dwarf, giving him excuses about why he's not the right material for Hillsfar Mage guild.
All in all, much like any other bar that Jahren has been in, a collision of interests and lives that have as much variety as the streets of Waterdeep. From what he can gather as he listens, the changes in Hillfar seem to have underwhelmed everyone. A few humans think it's ill conceived, while others, plus many of the non-humans seem to think it's symbolic only, the people of Hillsfar won't change. As for finding out the best way to get to Hillsfar, Jahren does some asking around. Almost every ship in Elmwood seems to either be coming from, or headed to Hillsfar and are by far the fastest and safest way to get there. The forest is full of wild unknown dangers. Strange creatures appear regularly, and people vanish just as regularly. Traveling alone is not advised.
But ships seem to be the way to go. The drizzle let up and settled into a cold grey day. A few questions and Jahren finds out that both the Silver Crest and the Mad Barnacle are both ships headed to Hillsfar if you so desire. Jahren has learned though that not all ships are made equal, so he checks them both out. In every way that names can be misleading, so it was with both of these ships. The Silver Crest was run down, poorly maintained, and looked to employ the most sour of crew. The Mad Barnacle however was well maintained, seemed in excellent condition, and ...well....looking for interesting folk who may catch his eye...this would count. Standing near the edge of the ship, speaking firm but calm orders at several men on the dock, is a woman who draws your attention. She seems human, though her angular face has deep emerald green eyes. Her nose is sharp, matching the angular look of her face. A light dusting of freckles line her cheeks and shoulders. A dark brown splotch of skin, which can pass as a birthmark or brand, rests along her jaw. It is made visible by her long, golden brown hair being tied back into a braid, tied back with dark green ribbon. She stood on the edge of the deck quietly speaking her directions to them, to which they responded immediately. She didn't wear a first mate or captain marking, but it was clear she garnered respect non-the-less.
As he approached, she glanced over at him, and then turned away to complete a job on deck. A human man with the actual markings of first mate looked up as he seemed to head to the ship, "Hello there, looking for passage? We're to Hillsfar, then dropping some odd folk off near the ruins of Zhentil Keep, then we're off Melvaunt. Five silver per day for passage, provide your own food."
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Loane often forgot how much she enjoyed the open water. And it was at times like this when she likewise forgot about how annoying she could find being in port. Hardworking sailors suddenly forgot their duties and frolicked across the city like they'd never seen a whore house before, and more often than not she found herself giving them firm reminders about what they were supposed to be doing, and where they should be. For the Mad Barnacle, the first mate, a dullard bully named Bill, did not do a great job keeping their sailors inline, which was essentially the job of the first mate. Well, it wasn't her problem, she was just a lowly deck hand making her way to the next town. Though she was more experienced than most everyone on the boat, she wasn't looking for responsibility. A lowly deck hand was plenty for her. She had enough responsibility back at home. It was pleasing to have mind numbing tasks and no-one to care for but yourself once in a while. This ship was just a means to an end anyway. She was looking for adventure. The drizzle had made doing any of the high sail repairs too dangerous, but really she had her hands full just trying to keep the crew that were around working. Plus, more than once she found the baffoon loading the hold with Cormanthor timber not even paying attention and gawking at a passing girl on the boardwalk as heavy wooden beams swung about above the deck. It was during one of her instructional and helpful bouts of feedback that she noticed an unusual half-elf with some sort of instrument on his back, staring at her overly long and their eyes met as she tried to talk some sense into Bowen and Harly. He had an unearthly look about him, the kind of face you could just stare at for hours....but....she purposely broke the look and turned her back and walked away, she had a job to do and besides, some stranger with a pretty face was not the sort of adventure she was looking for. She'd spent enough time scouting for foolish treasure hunters or greedy merchants. She was looking for her next gig, and it had to be something meaningful, something that made a dent in this world....something that would make her step parents proud.
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Loane shakes her head, as she focuses back on her task. Strange people lived all over, and she was even one of them. Gawking did little to help in any situation. She goes back to her duties, securing down whatever was needed, though most of the time it was her keeping an eye out on the other deck hands to make sure they were doing their job properly. Most of her attention remains on Bill the first mate, and on his conversation.
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Chen doesn't like ships. Ships suffer from a significant draw-back that seems impossible to overcome in any reasonable manner. Well, not entirely true. There was this one ship he was on, in the Sea of Fallen Stars...a massive affair with three masts, golden trimmed railings, and a magical wooden maiden carved into the bow that sang the most lovely, heart wrenching songs. But, back to the short falls of most ships, this ship, the Zephyr also had a captain who loved food, and subsequently employed a master chef who kept nearly a quarter of the hold stocked with a myriad of ingredients from all over the world. Sadly, this ship, as was with most ships did not have such a civilized and reasonable approach to food and instead stocked water, fruit, and enough of the basics to survive on, if you could really call it surviving eating gruel. In Chen's books, it did not qualify.
Still, you did what you must when you were searching for enlightenment. I mean, he called it a search for enlightenment, but he supposed some others might call it a search for exotic ingredients. Half of dozen of one he supposed. He'd planned on heading north through Sembia, but his limited research told him that even powerful warriors with no fear in their eyes should think twice before leaving through the forests alone. Since the fall of the Netheril city upon Myth Drannor, the forest had become a place of wicked evil, strange magics, and terrible fates. Still....a golden elven city ruin that was in place for 4000 years...a Netheril flying city. He mouth watered at the thoughts of what he could find. But...he'd heard and even seen the results of what lay in this forest. Demons, dragons, undead, and all manner of twisted magic. No, if he was going to go forth, he needed some strong allies. Not your run of the mill adventurers with glory in their eyes and a short death in their future. No, some unique folk who were no fresh newbs just out of school. He needed experience. He had his eyes on one person already, but three was really the sweet spot. Someone who could heal is always beneficial to have around. Maybe a wizard. Although, a druid in these parts would be great. Either way, he was fearing these small back-water stops along the Moonsea weren't going to get him what he wanted. The city-state of Hillsfar with it's massive influence round these parts was likely where he'd have to find folk. He'd heard a few nasty stories about non-humans being frowned at in Hillsfar....but really, it couldn't be that bad, could it? Hmmm, it looked like the drizzle outside was finally easing off. Sitting in his cabin all day was getting more than a little tiresome.
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At the Wayfarer’s Rest, Jahren sits quietly by himself and tries to subtly cast the Eagle's Splendor version of Enhance Ability on himself. He then moves downstairs to the bar, ideally where he can be easily seen and there is some empty space around him. He orders a drink and one for the blonde elf of the trio, asking Halser or one of the staff to take it to him. Jahren waits patiently at the bar, occasionally glancing at the elf, even raising his glass to him if that's what it takes to get him to come over and join him.
Given time, he also interrupts the young dwarf and the member of the mage's guild, being as polite as possible, of course. He initially shows interest in the elder man, enthusiastically asking him about the guild. Eventually he moves to the younger dwarf, intentionally making the assumption that he is to join the guild and going on about how wonderful it is that the guild is willing to diversify and give a dwarf a chance. He continues by pondering what great talent such a precedent could bring the the guild now that things are changing.
(Persuasion to get the old man to reconsidering allowing the young dwarf a chance?)
Making his way out to the docks, he greets the first mate of the Barnacle warmly and asks "when do you set sail?" Jahren nods his head and smiles at Loane before departing, curious to see if he will get the chance to meet her.
Chen was glad he paid a little extra for a premium cabin - the hammocks in steerage didn't quite accommodate his bulk, plus the porthole gave him a view of the outside and the foot locker allowed him to go ashore without worrying about his possessions. Taking only a small pouch and a staff, the dragonborn squeezed through the cabin door and up onto the deck to look around. What was this stop called again? Oakswood? Beechwood? Judging by the size of this village he didn't expect culinary perfection, but anything other than gruel and old fruit would be a welcome change. Nodding briefly to the first mate, he descended the gangway and went in search of a tavern.
The Wayfarer's Rest - how appropriate! And judging from the smells coming from the kitchen, Chen's hopes started to rise. Pushing in through the doorway, his eyes adjusting to the gloom, he made his way to an empty table and looked around for a waiter. There was a curious collection of folk here - some merchant-types or other locals, some elves who looked like they knew a thing or two, and by Eldath! another dragonborn? Chen didn't see too many of his kind around, but this one and the dwarf sitting next to him looked like they knew how to handle themselves. Maybe they were the sort he was looking for. But first things first - where was that waiter?
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Jahren is only at the bar for a couple minutes, noting the fresh amber coating on the new bar top repelling the spilled beer with ease....before the elf sidles up next to him. "Thank you friend for the beverage. It is a kind offering not oft proffered to me or my kin these days. I'm afraid people see our defeat as their own loss, and the damage to our most precious forest as a slight to their convenience. Or to some, a dangerously but potentially great profit. You have the look of a traveler, what have you come seeking in these parts?"
Before he can answer a girthy golden skinned dragonkin enters the bar, drawing his attention. The dragon kins bright eyes cleverly noting each and every morsel of food and drink scattered about the bar with a single scan of the place, before taking a seat at the closest table that can accomodate him. The serving boy, sensing an imminent and potentially large order makes his way to him immediately where upon they engage in what appears to be the most lengthly and confounding ordering experience of the young boys life.
Jahren looks back to the elf who patiently awaits his response.
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While waiting at the bar, Jahren is dressed in his traveler's clothes including a simple cloak. His long, braided orange hair is matched by his small beard, and he always wears a smile and kind, welcoming demeanor. Always close is his traveler's pack and wooden staff. His pack bulges as there is an additional layer of cloth thrown over it, concealing the larger parts of his armor, an extra stringed instrument and his shield, all to help him keep a low profile. on his back in plain sight, however, is another stringed instrument, his fine bandore.
"I am indeed but a mere traveler" replies Jahren to the elf with a kind smile. "Always seeking out new places to explore and any interesting folk I can learn a thing or two from. I'm not sure venturing into your forrest for adventure or profit suits me well. I may take the opportunity to visit Hillsfar, now that our kinds are at least a bit more welcome. I will admit, since you may be of like mind, that I am particularly....observant. What, may I ask, are you too watching for, friend?"
The elf smiles, warming up to Jahren despite what you can tell is a propensity for being aloof. "Well friend, you are clearly new to these parts. If you think the change in a law has changed the hearts or minds of the people in Hillsfar, you are sadly mistaken. Their bigotry against all other kinds runs very deep. If you indeed plan to visit there, I urge you to temper your expectations and harden yourself to the bitterness and bigotry you will experience. Remember, they are humans, their view of the world is drawn from limited experience and understanding. I also appreciate that you aren't like so many others that visit these parts. Looters, looking for their piece of our elven history to steal away and profit from. We are here on orders to watch for such folk and report on them. It's no secret. Our superiors feel some sense of responsibility and so we spend much of our time trying to keep these folk from getting themselves killed. The forest is a dark dangerous place, even for us, and it is large...it seems a fools errand. But here we are, fools one and all." He nods to you, "Best of luck in Hillsfar."
He turns to look for the young dwarf and mage guild member, who are just wrapping up and quickly moves to their table. He makes his introduction. The member of the mage guild looks at you with barely concealed distaste. "Yes, well, I'm sure the guild may be very interesting to you, but...." (he glances at your pointed ears) "...if you wish to join such a renowned organization, you must follow the proper channels." The dwarf makes a disgusted face and waves his hand dismissively. The guild member continues, "In Hillsfar you can find a guild member hall and they will explain the process. Now, it's already noon and I have much to do today. I'll excuse myself." He promptly gets up and walks out, leaving you little chance to try your persuasion on him. As he leaves the dwarf shrugs, "Don't bother. I was foolish to think a change in the law would make a difference....I'll just have to try to keep learning on my own..I've done it till now, and I can keep on doin it." His hands move, somewhat clumsily, and he mutters an incantation, a prestidigitation spell that you are frankly surprised he pulls off given how badly he pronounced 'esecta'....but an image of an axe appears etched in the wood of the table. "And back to the lumber yard I go...need to make a living."
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The golden dragon kin's order starts arriving...and....continues to arrive. Cormanthor game sausage, local goats cheese, a fish stew with some subtle flavors. Very interesting. He watches the action in the bar as he does so. Three lumberjack folk, based on their garb, their tooled belts, and the sawdust still in their wet hair wander in and sit down and begin talking loudly about some local women they 'conquered' recently. Two half-elves and a half-orc, the nod to the dwarf at the table with another half-elf but sit by themselves in a corner. The dwarf is obviously not invited.
Chen was able to witness the attempt by the red haired half-elf to assist the dwarf in his application. Very kind, and ultimately the flaming disaster it turned into was entertaining to witness. He sips a local mead. Ug...way to sweet and thick, where was the subtlety?
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When the elf wishes Jahren luck the half-elf raises his glass and says "and best of luck to you as well, friend." "Before you go, let me help you just a bit." He tilts his head to suggest they walk together. He walks by the table with the older human with the goatee and the two warriors, saying aloud "I can't believe even HE fell prey to the forrest. He was the most powerful spellcaster I had ever met. I feel sorry for anyone who gets conned into heading into the wood on yet another fool's errand." After passing by the table he sticks his hand out to the elf with a smile. "The name's Jahren" he says, expecting a name in return.
Persuasion ok DM?
To the young dwarf Jahren replies "indeed, well done, keep it up." "You are young and have a long life yet to live. Give it time in Hillsfar. Such change is more akin to the growth of a tree than a crack of thunder, but the tree continues to grow even when you aren't watching." When he says he has to make a living Jahren says "don't well all" with a raise of his glass and a smile.
(Roll yer Persuasion!)
The elf smiles a knowing smile to Jahren, "The name is Fal'ren. It has been a pleasure meeting you Jahren. Say...you mentioned you're headed to Hillsfar. I'm wondering...if you might be open to some limited employment. You may be very well suited for it." He motions for you to come to the table with the other two elves. He pulls a chair up for you. "This is Dyneran and Kisthnor." He looks to the female and male elf, "This is Jahren." He turns to Jahren, "Myth Drannor and Hillsfar have had a combative history with precious little trust. Our moments of alliance seem to fall through, and betrayal by Hillsfar seems a pattern. This new First Lord, Yestral, has potential. This region badly needs good news, and the elves need allies now more than ever. I am wondering if, on your trip to Hillsfar, you might find a way to gauge the fabric of this new leader. We could sorely use some insight into his character. We could provide some meager reward for this service, though by the make of your gear and the quality of your person, I doubt a hundred coin would be suit as your motivation."
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Persuasion to dissuade the two fighters from getting tangled up in a fool's errand into the forrest (w/Eagle's Splendor): 30
Jahren greets the other two elves and listens to the offer. "I am but a mere traveler, but I may just be up to the task, if I get lucky, that is" answers the half-elf with a wink. "No need for coin, your friendship will more than suffice. Will I find you back here? I am not sure when I might return to Elmwood."
Fal'ren shakes his head, "No, we will send a contact to you in Hillsfar. There is a tavern on 4th Collins Street called The Icy Earl. We have a presence there. Find Mitch. He'll connect you with whomever we send. Thank you. It is rare to make such quick connections in this lifetime, I'm glad to have met you."
You glance over as you note the bronze dragon kin and dwarf who were discussing employment with the human with greying goatee stand up and walk out. The human glares after them, his hand held out in a "whats your problem" expression. "Cowards..." he says as they walkout. He casts an angry glance in your direction, and walks over to the bar, tossing some coins on it before stomping off across the slick cobblestone road.
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Chen wiped his jowls and watched with a smirk as the dragonkin and dwarf departed the tavern to the chagrin of the human. Perhaps they weren't what he was looking for after all, but that red-headed half elf! Wow, couldn't he work a room! Between the seasoned potatoes and the grilled pork Chen had watched as the bard moved effortlessly from one group to another playing them as easily as he probably did the instrument on his back. He certainly had a way! Chen hadn't heard all the words spoken, but the sight was music to the eyes.
With a sigh he thought it a shame he couldn't stay here longer and make the bard's acquaintance. The stop here was only a short one, and Chen had to return to the ship. He didn't want a repeat of the stopover in Selgaunt, although there had been worse places to get stranded for a few days - oh, the pastries! Besides, he didn't want to overdo the meal - best to keep it light. Downing the dregs of the sickly mead (it didn't pay to waste it), putting the rest of the herb loaf and the last leg of pheasant in his pouch (he would have to carry the poached apples in his hand), Chen pushed back his chair, tossed the napkin and some coins on the table (with a few extra for the waiter who somehow looked a bit exhausted), and headed out the door.
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Jahren decides he's gathered all the info he is likely to from the Wayfarer's Rest and heads for the door. Along the way he sees the corpulent dragonborn with enough food for several men and smiles at him, his curiosity now focused on this new character. Deciding not to interrupt his meal for no particular reason, however, the half-elf heads out into the streets of Elmwood yet again, thinking the dragonborn won't be too hard to spot in town at a later time.
Before heading back to the docks, he takes a moment to scan the town center area for any merchants who might have a chance to deal in interesting wares, those beyond the mundane stores required for every day life, travel and the various trades.
Jahren scans the streets of Elmwood. This town is too small to offer the type of merchants that Jahren is hoping to find. It's a logging and fishing town with an port over sized for the size of town since every ship heading between the Moonsea and the Sea of Fallen Stars stops here. But a majority of the port is set aside for loading wood. It seems every ship heading south from here towards the Fallen Stars takes with them a load of wood on the way out. But, all that said, to his surprise, he notes a store nestled by itself, a small two story thing crouched between a wagon company and a bakery. The sound of hammering, sawing, and much activity comes from the large barn next door where they're building wagons, the smell of fresh saw dust in the air, as he walks into the darkness of the shop. It looks like every knick knack and bit of junk that anyone may ever have dropped on the ground is in here covered in a thorough layer of dust and grime. Bits of animal bones, a set of antlers, small copper necklaces and bracelets hanging from the antlers, a rabbit pelt with strange symbols burned across it, a glass horn, a small bookshelf with a dozen dusty tomes and a collection of dusty scroll cases, a bowl full of polished colored rocks. As he glances about he notes more than a few items of elven make. Probably some of them are hundreds of years old. But often they are dinged, dented, or cracked.
An old woman wearing a headscarf of knitted yellow cotton and wrapped in a wool blanket sits near the back. She eyes him suspiciously, while attempting to pretend she's focused entirely on a book that is in her lap.
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Chen departs with his poached apple and heads back towards the ship. The drizzle is done and the sun is almost ready to peak through the grey clouds overhead. He sees the red headed half-elf wander off into town as Chen takes a right towards the docks and his ship. He wanders up the gang plank which creaks under his girth. The pretty girl who acts a deck hand but carries a rapier fit for a king eyes him as he boards the ship, then quickly turns back to her task of winding a rope about a hitch. Chen has noticed this one on their journey up the River Lis. One of the more interesting and curious of the ships passengers, but seemingly a bit difficult to approach.
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Pardon me, Chen calls to the deck hand, hoping to break the ice. Do you know how long we will be in port? I was wary of staying ashore over-long, but am also enjoying the opportunity to stand on solid ground again.
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