laid back apocalypse

T'chal'fronack'zcinicker seems to re-appraise Hawke a bit, nodding with a partially impressed look on his face, "Alright, ya, I think we're all ready to go, just after a tid of breakfast, and we track down some horses. It'll be the last warm meal for a bit."

T'chal'fronack'zcinicker will grab some breakfast from across the street, then assuming that resolves without too much hub-bub, he will ask around where he can acquire a couple draft horses, and go looking into how much that'll cost. 

When Tchal goes across the street he sees Xalkas sitting in a corner of the tavern

"Don't be like that T. If we're going to be all equal in this partnership, then why should he sign a contract when we're all bound by a handshake agreement? That doesn't seem right to me, does that seem right to..." At that moment, Reghys sees the cup come flying towards them. The satyr quickly ducks out of the way, afraid to get their nice new cream overcoat dirty. As the cup spills all over T'cahl'forncak'znciciker's contract however, the satyr can't help but feel bad. Although they will never understand the tiefling's obsession with written agreements, the satyr understand that they were important to the tiefling, and that a lot of time and energy went into drafting these up. Seeing that work ruined like that must not be a great start to the day.

Trying to cheer the tiefling up, Reghys says: "T, maybe that's why you should stick with handshake agreements, wine doesn't wash away the fine print on those."

T'chal'fronack'zcinicker mutters absently, "T'chal'fronack'zcinicker." in response to Reghys abbreviation of his name. "No, but the fine print on hand-shake agreements tends to change. People's memories are fallible. The written word is harder to deny. Anyway, my goal is to have all of you sign it, as I've mentioned several times."  He pauses for a moment, "Thanks though."

He sits with Xalkas as he quietly eats his meal before heading of to look for horses.

Xalkas watches T'chal'fronack'zcinicker approach As he peers over the top of his book. As the tiefling quietly sits with him and eats his own meal and then departs, Xalkas sits quietly enjoying the company until T'chal'fronack'zcinicker departs to acquire horses for the upcoming journey. 

She’d feel for the letters but would let go of Hawke’s grip when he does hers. Blind buddies? Ebele’s head would tilt and she’d put her finger to her nose as if to put a pin in that to ‘look into’ later. She’d then move her hand back to her side. “Likewise, Hawke.”

There was not much she could contribute to the wine incident except chuckle over the continuous series of unfortunate events that plague T'chal'fronack'zcinicker’s quest to secure a contract. One day, T'chal'fronack'zisnicker. One day. She’d smile softly to herself.

Ebele’s ears would twitch, perking at Hawke’s mention of berries. “Berries?” Talking to horses is definitely pretty cool too, but she was particularly curious if these were different berries than what she’s familiar with. What kind of berries?

Kerric:

"I'll walk either way," says the elven warrior, not wanting to be caught lounging on a wagon if a fight broke out, but he quickly adds, "but the wagon has proved useful so far and could be used for injured or prisoners at need."

T'chal'fronack'znicker  asks around town about the availability of draft horses and he is directed to Gaelkur's a seedy looking wooden building in the North East part of town (17) with a warning that the owner was a shifty sly sort

T'chal'fronack'znicker rubs his hands together and grins in anticipation of dealing with the owner and heads there quickly.  

entering

This seedy wooden building serves as Red Larch’s used tools and goods shop, its barber, and an unofficial second tavern for locals. Inside is a cluttered shop full of lounging customers — most of them men in no particular hurry to be waited on — with old hair clippings trodden underfoot on the sagging board floor. Marlandro Gaelkur  is the shopkeeper and barber.

Yesss how can i help you he says in an oily voice looking you up and down

T'chal'fronack'znicker smiles an innocent, slightly vacant smile at the man, "Well, hello there. I've been told you're the man I need to talk to. I am here seeking to make a purchase of some kegs for a new cidery I'm hoping to take partial ownership in. I'm wondering if you'd be able to sell off any old kegs you might have, and what sort of price you'd be looking for."

kegs is it, i might have a couple rolling around, top notch oak  not the large ones mind you more pony size  let me look in the back

with that he disappears behind a curtain door,  

give me a quick perception please if you dont mind

Perception : 4

T'chal'fronack'zcinicker stares at his hand carefully while the owner is away.  Has he always had that crease there? It's almost looks like a T, as if it represents his very own.....  

Hawke understood T'chal's preference for fine print rather than a handshake agreement (assuming that's just what it was). While his memory of geography and maps was his strong suit, memory of conversations tended to fade to the back of his mind, unless they were important, which making a deal was. Ah well, maybe next time, he tells himself.

When he hears Ebele questioning tone about berries, the druid takes a moment to feel around his pouches prior to unhooking one and opening it, plucking out a berry. "Goodberries, or as I like to call 'em, Hawke's Berry Mix." He plops the one in his mouth to show the others they were safe to eat. "One of these guys gives you enough nourishment for a day, heals you too, but not for a lot. Not the best compared to a full meal or a nice healing spell, but in a pinch, they're the best. Saved my ass a coupla times, that's for sure." He gives a light hearted chuckle. "Let me know if you wanna try one, or have a few. I got plenty!" The offer is also extended to anyone else in the party who was paying attention to his explanation. 

As they look for places to purchase a few horses, Hawke stays at the left of the group, wanting to keep an eye on everyone, just in case. Otherwise, he remains quiet unless spoken to.

Kerric:

Finding the interplay of salesman and purchaser somewhat off putting in their seedy location, Kerric stays outside, breathing the fresh air and waiting—somewhat patiently for now.

If their newest member is nearby, he asks, “So is ‘Hawke’ a reference to your preferred animal form, or is there a deeper meaning behind your name?”

"Please!" Ebele's hand was already out, ready to accept the berry. Wheels were already turning in her mind wondering, pondering if there could be any posibilities. A soft smirk would tug at her lips. And perhaps a few of her companions might be able to guess why. Should Hawke entertain her with one of his berries for breakfast, she'd nibble, bite, then chew, savouring the flavours in silence to herself as Kerric picked up the conversation. She was more than happy to listen in as she completed her berry inspection.

The shopkeeper comes back.   

Ive got 4 oaken kegs that i can part with. 1 gold each

Hawke smiles wide at Ebele’s eagerness, unaware of any plans she had in store had the berries been suffice. He gratefully hands over one of them, pauses... then shrugs and gives her two more. “Don’t eat ‘em all in one go.” He advises. “It’ll give you a tummy ache.” He chuckles and waits to see if anyone else wants prior to putting away his pouch.

The Druid does indeed stay outside. T’chal seemed like the type to not need much help when it came to negotiating (not that he would be of much assistance), and he was certain that he would be called when talk of horses came about. He fiddled with one of the beads on his belt as they wait, only stopping when Kerric asked about his name. “Ah, well, uh... Sorta?” He leans against the wall, his hand going to the bead again. “In my tribe, we’re not immediately given names at birth. We earn it as we grow. I’ve always been... good with my eyes before...” He gestures over to his right eye. “Anyway,  they always said ‘eyes like a hawk that boy has.’ Ended up solidifyin’ it with my first shape bein’ a hawk.” The memory brings an upturn at the corner of his lip. After a moment he clears his throat and looks to the elf. “Uh... What about you, then? Kerric Brightblade. Powerful name. That have a deeper meanin’ to it?”

Reghys is very eager to try one of the berries as well. When eating it, they smile brightly, before the smile slowly fades: "These are delicious- but what's the point of eating and savouring a delicious meal when you've got a tiny berry taking care of it all? Don't get me wrong, this is delicious and definitely helpful in a pinch, but I'm usually really looking forward to my meals, and today I might need to miss two..." Their attention quickly shifted towards the discussion surrounding names however, and the slight melancholy was gone immediately.

Ignorant of anything occurring inside the seedy location, or indeed any of the berry tasting occurring outside, T'chal'fronack'zcinicker seems entirely focused on swindling *ahem* dealing with the shop keep.  

"Hmmm, alright, let me see these keg's, I must say 1 gold a key for pony keg's must get me some pretty nice keg's. Are they full per-chance for that price? By the by, it's nice to meet a fellow business man. With any luck we'll be offering you keg's of cider to sell in your fine establishment. Perhaps we could work out a deal....a bit of a discount on the keg's, in return for a discount on the cider. I assure you it's very fine cider, available for tasting if you must, but well worth the price.  I'd be willing to give you 50% on your first shipment of Cider, as much as is available, in return for 50% off the price of the keg's, and perhaps some other setup wares and logistical type gear.  I'd be willing to write up a straight forward contract to that effect." 

He waits to be shown the keg's while wheeling and dealing.