Jhazaal dusts off his hands and glances to those who had come out of that sink hole with him. "Well, nice to meet you all." He says with a grin. "My name is Jhazaal, if I have not said that yet." He offers his hand to those he fought alongside. "That was good work there, glad you all joined me, I could not have managed it alone."
"Glad to meet you too, I am Si of the Order of Tyr." Si shakes Jhazaal's offered hand and looks at the others around him. "Well met all of you. I could use a stiff drink after that."
After he's done talking to the constable, the gith returns to the group. "I'm Jedavii. Spelled with two 'i's." He says with a hearty grin. "Glad to meet you all."
You looks around you and see a couple business houses near by. The Allfaiths Shrine, a shrine used by everyone in the town to worship their gods, The Swinging Sword, a three story tavern relatively luxurious compared to the rest of the town, also known for its ale and wine. A clothing shop with a sigh outside the door that reads “Helvur Tarnlar, luxury clothing!” Drouth Fine Poultry, the biggest poultry shop in town. And Waelvur’s Wagonworks, a wagon repair shop know for being cheap.
"There is a tavern." Jhazaal says, nodding to the Swinging Sword. "Shall we head inside and get some ale, maybe a room or two as well, since I don't have one yet." He heads that way if the others seem agreeable to that plan.
Relaxing in style, Si asks if there are rooms available and how much would they be. "Those town elders seem a bit ruffled. Are they always so jumpy?" he asks the bar keep.
During his time in the tavern, Jedavii discovers the wonder that is swivelling bar stools, and you see him absentmindedly spinning around on the seat occasionally. He listens in on Jhazaal's conversation as well, chipping in if asked for input.
You get the feeling that those of his race generally aren't this outgoing or friendly.
Talvian makes sure the woman they helped gets back to her home and family before joining the others at the Swinging Sword. He then orders an ale and some food as he watches bemusedly as Jedavii starts spinning in his stool.
"You know Jedavii, I've never seen an elf like you before, where do you hail from if you don't mind me asking?"
Jedavii stops spinning a bit, looking a bit dizzy. He cocks his head to the side.
"I'm a githyanki - we're from the astral plane, I think. Gith are jerks, though. All they want to do is be mean and kill stuff." He takes a sip of his drink. "I used to be in some part of their military, then I fell off one of the raiding ships and hit my head real hard. I don't remember much before that. There's this halfling village about two miles out from here; some of them found me and tended to the wounds I had. They're really nice."
He takes another sip and pushes his boot against the bar, spinning around in his chair once more. "But yeah, pointed ears. Like an elf." He chuckles.
“Adventurers!” You hear someone say as the but the drinks you. A jolly barkeep looks at you all while serving out drinks, she returns to talking “It’s nice to see some upstanding citizens with all of the commotion going on these past couple tendays” (like a week but with ten days) “Have Y’all heard of what happened with that Mirabar delegation, that story brings shivers down my spine.”
"The Mirabar delegation, huh? I can't speak for the others here, but I do not believe I've heard the tale." Si drains the rest of his ale and asks for another.
Jhazaal dusts off his hands and glances to those who had come out of that sink hole with him. "Well, nice to meet you all." He says with a grin. "My name is Jhazaal, if I have not said that yet." He offers his hand to those he fought alongside. "That was good work there, glad you all joined me, I could not have managed it alone."
"Glad to meet you too, I am Si of the Order of Tyr." Si shakes Jhazaal's offered hand and looks at the others around him. "Well met all of you. I could use a stiff drink after that."
Rhodes - Half-elf, Warlock - The Lost Dungeon of Rickness
Si the Demander - Hill Dwarf, Cleric - The Princes of the Apocalypse
After he's done talking to the constable, the gith returns to the group. "I'm Jedavii. Spelled with two 'i's." He says with a hearty grin. "Glad to meet you all."
Si takes a long look around them trying to identify buildings by their signage, patronage or semblance.
Rhodes - Half-elf, Warlock - The Lost Dungeon of Rickness
Si the Demander - Hill Dwarf, Cleric - The Princes of the Apocalypse
"A drink does sound like a very good idea." Jhazaal agrees, looking for a pub or tavern.
You looks around you and see a couple business houses near by. The Allfaiths Shrine, a shrine used by everyone in the town to worship their gods, The Swinging Sword, a three story tavern relatively luxurious compared to the rest of the town, also known for its ale and wine. A clothing shop with a sigh outside the door that reads “Helvur Tarnlar, luxury clothing!” Drouth Fine Poultry, the biggest poultry shop in town. And Waelvur’s Wagonworks, a wagon repair shop know for being cheap.
"There is a tavern." Jhazaal says, nodding to the Swinging Sword. "Shall we head inside and get some ale, maybe a room or two as well, since I don't have one yet." He heads that way if the others seem agreeable to that plan.
(What time of day is it?)
"Heck yes!" Jedavii says happily, leading the group towards the tavern.
I’d say, 6:30 in game.
Inside Jhazaal finds a table and orders up food, an ale, and asks about any news of the region.
"A fine idea. Si orders a strong ale and listens to what Jhazaal's conversation stirs up.
Rhodes - Half-elf, Warlock - The Lost Dungeon of Rickness
Si the Demander - Hill Dwarf, Cleric - The Princes of the Apocalypse
Okay, I’m counting this as a short rest, so if any of you want or need to do short rest related things, do that.
Jhazaal has nothing to do for short rest actions.
Relaxing in style, Si asks if there are rooms available and how much would they be. "Those town elders seem a bit ruffled. Are they always so jumpy?" he asks the bar keep.
Rhodes - Half-elf, Warlock - The Lost Dungeon of Rickness
Si the Demander - Hill Dwarf, Cleric - The Princes of the Apocalypse
Action surge recharged.
During his time in the tavern, Jedavii discovers the wonder that is swivelling bar stools, and you see him absentmindedly spinning around on the seat occasionally. He listens in on Jhazaal's conversation as well, chipping in if asked for input.
You get the feeling that those of his race generally aren't this outgoing or friendly.
If all of you don’t mind, I think I’m going to wait a bit for LostLeonin to catch up.
Talvian makes sure the woman they helped gets back to her home and family before joining the others at the Swinging Sword. He then orders an ale and some food as he watches bemusedly as Jedavii starts spinning in his stool.
"You know Jedavii, I've never seen an elf like you before, where do you hail from if you don't mind me asking?"
Jedavii stops spinning a bit, looking a bit dizzy. He cocks his head to the side.
"I'm a githyanki - we're from the astral plane, I think. Gith are jerks, though. All they want to do is be mean and kill stuff." He takes a sip of his drink. "I used to be in some part of their military, then I fell off one of the raiding ships and hit my head real hard. I don't remember much before that. There's this halfling village about two miles out from here; some of them found me and tended to the wounds I had. They're really nice."
He takes another sip and pushes his boot against the bar, spinning around in his chair once more. "But yeah, pointed ears. Like an elf." He chuckles.
“Adventurers!” You hear someone say as the but the drinks you. A jolly barkeep looks at you all while serving out drinks, she returns to talking “It’s nice to see some upstanding citizens with all of the commotion going on these past couple tendays” (like a week but with ten days) “Have Y’all heard of what happened with that Mirabar delegation, that story brings shivers down my spine.”
"The Mirabar delegation, huh? I can't speak for the others here, but I do not believe I've heard the tale." Si drains the rest of his ale and asks for another.
Rhodes - Half-elf, Warlock - The Lost Dungeon of Rickness
Si the Demander - Hill Dwarf, Cleric - The Princes of the Apocalypse