When they reach town, T'chal'fronack'zcinicker heads straight to the constable.  "Good sir, as per our unwritten accord, we here are providing papers and identifying hair for 5 bandits we have dealt with. Please note the locks of hair, as agreed. As a bonus, which you may choose to award the 10% additional finders fee which was in the contract you never signed, we have brought the bandit bodies, some alive. However, if you would prefer not to question them, we will be happy to take them away and deal with them ourselves. In which case you ow us 75 gold. Otherwise, we are owed 16.5 gold times 5 which comes to 82.5 gold.  You have 2 days to provide payment, according to the written contract, beyond that, there is a 10% per day cumulative penalty, but since you didn't sign that, it leaves us a bit exposed on the payment terms.  However, in our verbal agreement, it implied immediate payment, so I think that's probably suitable."

“Oh! I thought I smelt it close by.” Ebele would chuckle softly when their Satyr would hand her back her wineskin. “I can always make more, so long as I have berries and willing bellies.” She’d assure. And without skipping a beat, the monk would follow Kerric’s instructions to take the other side of the wagon to provide him with his requested assistance. As they pulled and Rehgys sang, the half-elf couldn’t help but chime in when she caught on. Not that she expected to make anything better, but she enjoyed it all the same.

Performance for RP flavour: 3 

She’d better stick to brewing.

Upon arriving back to town and they were able to let go of the wagon, Ebele would immediately start stretching out her muscles and rolling her neck. She’d wipe sweat from her brow, satisfied to have been able to complete some physical activity before the end of the day. Once done stretching, the monk will rest with her hands on her hips. Her ears will perk when she’d hear Mr T. Get right to business. Pointing a thumb in his direction, she’d mouth to the others, “I can get use to him doing this.”

The constable looks dumbfounded listening to the tiefling. After telling his assistants to take the prisoners he stares at T'chal for a moment

"The deal was 15 total plus you get whatever you recover to do with as you please.  But i did also manage to secure you 3 rooms at the Sword should you choose."

Kerric:

"Most generous of you, Constable," says Kerric.  "I leave it in your capable hands, T'chal'fronack'zcinicker, to handle the coin and divide it equitably.  Perhaps after a filling meal and a good night's rest, we can take the weapons and foodstuffs we don't need around town and you can show us your best bargaining skills to maximize our income?" he continues, smiling at the legalistic archer.

He furrows his brow, "Oh, please do not remove the prisoners prior to our bargain being agreed upon please. We agreed to eliminate bandits at a price of 15 gold per head, but if you would like the benefit of having them as prisoners, so that you may question them and subsequently determine intelligence against any particular bandit organizations or relationships, we would insist upon an amendment to our agreement.  Now, you would have known all this had you not simply discarded our previous arrangement which laid out the appropriate terms regarding additional fees for live prisoners and so on.  If you would not to pay the additional 7.5 gold bonus. Which, constable, I think you can agree is a nominal price for the privilege of interrogating prisoners.  If I were sly minded, I might even consider turning one through a variety of mental machinations, to use as a spy upon any greater bandit plots in the region."  He gives the constable a knowing wink, "But of course, that is completely up to you if you decide to pay the meagre bonus fee." 

Persuasion : 13

Either way, once the negotiation is complete, T'chal'fronack'zcinicker nods to Kerric solemly. "Of course, I certainly will. And to show all of you good faith, I will happily perform logistical services for a very reduced rate of only 1% for the time being. I will quickly go about the town disposing of the various loot in exchange for cash. Do we wish to keep any of these daggers, bows, or other weapons? And the wagon? Or should I sell the wagon as well?  And of course the cage. It will fetch a nominal price I presume." 

(and the Perception roll you asked for : 12)

Xalkas pipes up “If there is a dagger, I should like to keep the one in the best condition. As a matter of personal defense.” Holding out his staff “Some things are more frightened by pointy objects than sticks.”

”I’m not sure what use we would have for the cage in the future. Though it wouldn’t hurt to hang on to both it and the wagon for future use. They both proved exceptionally useful today. Perhaps in the morning we can set about finding a few animals to pull it on our next journey.” Xalkas gives a small shudder at the memory of having to pull the wagon manually.

Xalkas then pulls T'chal'fronack'zcinicker away from the main group and says in a whisper “If we come upon anything that looks to have a ... arcane element... to it. I should like to have a look at it first.” Then at a regular speaking volume, “How much coin do we get to add to our pouches today?”

Reghys is exhausted after schlepping the cart back to town. They are not used to lugging around heavy objects, and despite the muscly goat's legs, their overall frame is delicate. Reghys can't help but give a sigh of relief, as the group reaches the town. Unwilling to concern themselves with the haggling over their rendered services, the satyr perks up about the rooms, and heads directly for the inn, hoping to be able to deposit their things in one of the rooms, before returning to the tavern with their instruments for the evening. 

Entering the inn, Reghys gives abeaming smile to the presumed proprietor behind the entry desk: "Good evening. The name's Reghys, and I represent the group of adventurers your constable had already made arrangements for. I would like to see the rooms, and if possible deposit my affairs for the evening. I'm hoping at least one of the beds is close to a window, see, as a creature of Sylvan origin, I like to be able to see the moon and the stars when I bed down. Well, either that, or the bottom of a mug of ale, ey?" The last part was added with a jovial wink.

"Because you seem friendly, here's a tip. There's a tiefling in our company, very legal minded. Refer him to the constable when he starts to speak of any arrangements and agreements, documents or formalities. I promise you, it'll save you tons of headache. In return, all I ask is that you refer to him as Mr T, no matter what he tells you. There's a silver in it for you, if you do." With that, Reghys produces the promised coin, and gives another smile.

Kerric:

Shrugging and leaving the barrister and the constable to their discussion, Kerric heads over to the tavern and orders a hearty meal and an ale.  Selecting a corner table with a good view of the crowd, Kerric digs in and waits for his companions to join him, should they choose.

AT the Constable he hands Kerric the 15 gold

the deal was 15 total not per head, an bringin them back alive was not part of the er negotiating, an if you want to take the cost of interrigatin, feedin and housing the prisoners go right ahead.  do you even have a place?  as he turns away  T'chal'fronack'zcinicker  notices a familiar parchment under a pile of steaks. 

 The inn is a three-story stone structure, crowned by a steep slate roof that bristles with many chimneys. A signboard juts out over the door, hanging from chains. It’s a ten-foot-long carved wooden scimitar emblazoned with the inn’s name in red paint on both sides. An inn yard with stables and outbuildings lies behind the building.

the rooms procured for the party Each room boasts a hearth, warm draperies and tapestries, and running water (provided by rooftop cisterns). 

the ground floor holds reception and a large dining room Reghys holds conversation with the reception person who happens to be the owner at the moment Kaylessa Irkell. she smiles and nods at Reghys' instructions giving a soft chuckle.   Mr T you say or would Master T work?  as they are talking Kerric comes in and tries to order

The dining room is open to all dears, but we have had a slight accident you could say,  fire in the kitchen,  we could try to cook you something outside, or you can get a meal over at the Helm and bring it back

T'chal'fronack'zcinicker frowns. He pulls the contract out from under the steaks in a dour mood. He has "well I never!" sort of look on his face as the Constable walks away.

In a rather foul mood he follows the group into the Inn, his day about to get a whole lot worse.....

10 minutes later as the group walks back into the room with their food from, T'chal'fronack'zcinicker is still at the front talking to the man, "I feel like you're being particularly difficult good sir!  You've used words of several syllables, I don't know quite what your issue is!   T'chal'fronack'zcinicker. T...chal....fron...ack....shin...ick...er.  Just, even get the chal for hells sake.  T'chal'fronack'zcinicker.  It has less syllables than categorematically, but you don't have any problems with that word do you?"  The man shrugs and T'chal'fronack'zcinicker, exasperated, walks away from him. "This town is perhaps the least pleasant place I've ever set my eyes upon."  He sits down with a shrug, shuffling with several papers of lists.  "Ok, so, Kerric, did you purchase the whole group meal with that 15g? How much did you spend, what did you purchase.  If you'll pass me the remainder I'll add it to our split treasure amounts and head out to go sell the rest....." 

a serving girl comes to the party  "This was sent by the land lady to the party of a Master T?    and she wishes a word when you all have a chance

She places mugs of cold ale and mulled cider on the table

Reghys smiles, as they hand over the silver coin: "Either is fine, just don't go soft on him." With a chuckle, they then go up to the chamber, plopping their backpack underneath the bed. Reghys then spends several minutes doffing their armour and hanging it over the footend of the bed, before oiling the leathers. Then, with only their costume, dagger and rapier, coin purse and a pan flute, Reghys makes their way over to the tavern, where they intend to pass the evening.

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Reghys can't help but burst out laughing when the poor tiefling approaches: "Master T, I thought I'd provide the evening's entertainment, and it looks like with only a silver, I have. Now, don't make so sour a face. Is there a particular tune that would cheer you up? A southern ballad perhaps? Or a northern seashanty?" Reghys has ordered some mulled cider and a leg of mutton in the meantime, hungry from the day's exhertions.

Kerric:

”By no means, good archer, here is the coin, untouched,” says Kerric, passing the pouch over to the tiefling.  “I bought my food with my own coin—as I said, I will leave it to you to properly divide our earnings,” he finishes, tucking into the food hungrily but delicately.  

When the free round arrives, Kerric smiles and says, “Of course, we are all here.  Please let her know we are ready to talk whenever she is,” though he wonders if the kitchen accident might be more severe that earlier indicated if that indeed is the topic about which the innkeeper wishes to converse.

the serving girl nods and departs

T'chal'fronack'zcinicker rubs his temple when the serving girl arrives.  "I feel a headache coming on."  When Reghys reveals the game, T'chal'fronack'zcinicker's wings vibrate on his back, as he stares at the Satyr. Then he grimaces and says, "I'm glad I could provide you with some small amount of entertainment this evening. You are a clever fellow good Satyr, I'm glad to have you as ...an ally?"  Shaking his head he says, "Do you know 'Death Valley's eternal scream'?  How about 'I ate your liver and it tastes so sweet'?  'Torments Delight'?  'Death Magicks for Adepts'?"  He sighs, "I'm sure something about flowers or unicorns will be fine then." 

He eagerly awaits the arrival of their host. He continues scribbling on his papers.

Ebele had been left standing outside as everyone naturally broke off into their own roles and routines. She couldn't help but smile. Some where in between, the monk would slip away to her adopted training area.

The half-elf still had time to fit in an evening drill before retiring for the evening and would begin to prepare it. She'd take a clay bowl from her mess kit and fill it with water, but less than last time. Ebele will place it on the ground.

Standing centered, the monk will take in a deep breath and upon exhale, she'd begin. With a full backpack, the monk would walk the bowls rim.

Almost getting too confident in her success, Ebele would wobble causing the water to splash about. She'd manage to save it and continue for a few minutes longer. Eventually her toes would slip from the earlier splashing and she'd tip the bowl.

Improvement.

Now fully exhausted for the day, Ebele will recenter herself. Inhale. Exhale. Bow. Repacking her clay bowl, the monk would find her way to the inn to reconnect with her compatriots.

Ebele will fumble over some chairs on her way over. "Someone must have shifted everything over an inch..." She'd mutter to herself, straining her ears over her own noise to find the right table. The monk would be just short of sitting on someone else's lap before she'd realize there was an empty seat close by for her. "Whoopsies!" She'd play off and finally sit in her seat like she was there the whole time.

with a couple of wobbles Ebele walks the rim without  incident

The "dining room" seems almost as popular as the tavern and begins.to fill with townsfolk

Reghys smiles at the tiefling's attempt to phase them. With a bright grin, they clasp the tiefling's shoulders: "Well, I'm sure I profit from that friendship more than you will, if today's events are any indication. And whilst I'm not familiar with those particular songs, I think I might know something suitably dark." 

Hopping up from their chair, Reghys notices Ebele make her way back. They could have sworn that the monk was clumsier now... Approaching the onk, the satyr gives a quick sniff, just to check whether she had been drinking her own berry wine. Not noticing the distinct smell, Reghys relegates the stumble to her own explanation, and calm in the knowledge that their courageous monk was still with all her wits, made their way over to the bar.

"Kaylee", they call after the serving girl, "do you mind if I play a tune? My tiefling friend had a hard day, and I want to ease his burdens by playing something soothing to his soul." At the last part, Reghys can't help but grin mischievously.

Persuasion: 21

OOC: Wow, that's an awful persuasion roll from a bard...

Kerric:

”Perhaps a song about darkness would lighten his disturbed mood,” suggests Kerric with a small smile.

Kaylee brings another round

"She said shell meet with you all once things start dying down. Earlier if she can"