Heec goes to the bar and purchases a Sorcerer's Swill and heads back to the Tuck's table.
Here you are, sir. How is it going?
Meanwhile, Tae sits by himself and notices the group of Moon Elves and picks up right where he left off before resting. What is Shea doing in Cragglefrock? Why has fate brought them together again? Will he ever bring up their past to her? These are all questions he would like answered but has neither the motivation nor the desire to put himself in a scenario such as that. He finishes off the rest of his drink and heads to the bar to purchase another.
Hey Bolger. That was some good quaff. I'll have another. Put it on Heec's tab.
While considering his love interest, he's thought more about Sera's struggle and, out of curiosity more than anything else, has decided to join the fray and find out how others would feel about the anything-but-ordinary union of half orc and halfling. He decides it's best to start with Figgus. Though his ideals completely contrast with those of Tae, he has always seemed like a kind, welcoming man. After all, you need to start somewhere. Tae walks up to Figgus' table.
Good evening, Figgus. Tae struggles to remember how to do this whole socialization thing that Heec has seemed to master.
Tae makes a Charisma check of 12 (11+1).
How late do they serve dinner here? Tae knows it's a legitimate question, but probably could have had a better ice breaker then that...
Tuck takes the mug from Heec and takes an uncomfortably long drink. When he puts it back down on the table Heec notices that it didn't even go down that much.
T: It's always good this time of year. Many of the farmers are preparing to harvest soon, that means good sales! I have the best prices on equipment this side of Neverwinter!
Figgis is drinking and talking with some of the other villagers. He is a tall male human with a big bushy beard that is stark white and a ruddy complexion. He turns to Tae and pulls him in for a bear hug.
F: Brother Tae! I know we haven't really met but it is wonderful to see you! The kitchen is still in full service for a few more minutes yet, can I get something to fill up that scrawny frame of yours?
He turns to Bolger and shouts in a voice that carries over the din.
F: Bolger, bring us a full rack to share, would ya?
Bolger gives him a thumbs up and goes to kitchen to put in the order.
T: Figgus. I’m truly glad I came to see you. You and I may have our ideological differences, but I do respect you as a living soul in this world and am pleased I can call you friend. I’m going to be blunt. How would you feel about an interacial couple? Do you feel love should be confined to those birthed from trike ancestors or should love have no bounds?
*Tae takes a long drink from his mug. “You’re one smooth cat.” he thinks to himself.*
T: I seem to have quite the overstock of adventuring items. They are piling up with more on the way. Unfortunately, there aren't many adventurers that come this way.
He looks hopefully at Heec.
Heec Insight Check
Most any social dummy could see that Tuck is referring to you and Tae. He really must have been banking on selling some of these goods he's extensively investing in.
With words smoother and finer than Sandarian Silk, Tae completely grabs Figgis's attention. All of the noise and hubbub in the inn shrinks away from their conversation and Figgis gives Tae a meaningful look.
F: Indeed brother. As a cleric of Lathander it is my sworn mission to spread his great words and commit deeds that he would be proud of. But even I recognize that all of us are merely trying to make our way in a world that often seems beyond the realm of our understanding. If the gods have the power to war with and destroy one another, then what chance do any of us mortals have in doing something that is meaningful? Truly, our lives are best spent by seeing what good lives in all things where there is any good that can be seen. Who, then, are we to say no to love? To stifle and smother it where it is trying to bubble up and flow? It is surly not my place if it is anyone's. Love does know no bounds.
He breaks eye contact as a tear falls to his cheek. And then snaps out of the reverie he was in.
F: Besides, I've bedded my share of Dwarven women back in the day. There was also that time with a Tiefling while i was cleric college....
He gives a booming laugh.
F: No, honestly, most folks don't really give a hoot who is frakking whom in this town and I am no different.
He gives Tae a hearty slap on the back.
F: Does that answer your question? Go and be with whoever you want, you old Blink Dog, you. Maybe make sure you two are "compatible" first if you know what I mean.
He makes a gesture that Tae has never seen any cleric make. Like...ever.
Why don't Tae and I stop in tomorrow and take a look at what you're selling. Tonight, let's drink!
Heec holds his mug up for cheers from Tuck.
The gesture was adequate enough to remove all prior confidence in Tae's ability to carry on a conversation.
Sure... I think I know what you mean...
Tae makes a Charisma check of 15 (14+1).
I greatly appreciate the offer of a meal but I must be going. Talking with you has been most truly enjoyable. Thank you for your kindness, your friendship and your humor, all of which have meant a great deal to me today. You're a great man, Figgis.May you have a most enjoyable night, sir.
Tuckminster lights up like a traditional Winter Solstice conifer frond loaded with traditional Winter Solstice conifer frond candles.
T: I...we...you...gear...tomorrow...
His mouth is agape but you don't hear anything coming out. Somewhere in the distance a dog barks. Then suddenly...
T: To the deals!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
He takes another excessively long drink from his mug and sets it down. It isn't even half way gone. One may wonder how long it took him to finish the first one.
F: It's Figgins...
He looks livid. Then claps you heartily on the back again.
F: Only joking my boy! You should have seen your face you old goat of a chimera's head!
The male version of a serving wench brings out a hot rack of some creature's ribs. It looks smoked to perfection. Figgis turns towards the food.
Tomorrow, Tuck. Tomorrow. For now, let's just relax. We're not at the shop. We're having a drink it's all good. Tell me, I'm doing a bit of survey for a local maester. I was just curious, what are your thoughts on cross-racial relationships? Do you approve, reject or feel neutral on such matters?
Heec makes a Deception check of 3.
While it's difficult for me to turn down the offer of a good meal, I must in the search for popular opinion. May your deity guide you to in the direction you were meant to travel.
Tae just needs to stick the landing on this successful conversation...
Tae rolls a Charisma check of 4 (3+1).
He goes to slap Figgis on the back, as Figgis has done a couple times during their conversation, but stumbles while standing and slaps Figgis on the side of the neck. Appalled, Tae attempts to ignore the disastrous farewell, nods his head politely, and heads to the bar for another drink while finishing off his current order.
Bolger. Let's change gears. I'll have a Sorcerer's Swill.
Tuck manages to compose himself. He gives a sly wink to Heec.
T: Sure, sure. Conducting a survey for a "maester". Your story about a maester is debatable, but even if this advice hits a little closer to home it's the same. I absolutely approve! I've bedded my share of Dragonborn women back in my day. Many folks might think that out in the woods people like us are intolerant rubes. Well not in Cragglefrock, no, sir. As long as you don't start any trouble we don't really care who or WHAT you are. The bad apples don't tend to stick around here for too long so you're left with good, quality folk. As a matter of fact, we have a half orc Marshall and Tiefling councilwoman and both are very competent at their jobs. That half orc is quite a looker too!
He glances over at the two half orc woman in the inn.
T: Yeah...quite the looker....
His eyes go dreamy.
T: Wait, what were we talking about again? You and friend are coming to the shop tomorrow morning, right?
Figgis doesn't seem phased by the awkward, misplaced slap. He and his friends laugh uproariously.
Bolger pours a dark, amber-hued ale and slings the mug to Tae.
First thing tomorrow, Tuck. Thank you for your opinion. My *finger quotes* maester will be pleased. If you happen to have a nunchuka at the store, I may be happy to take it off your hands. Heec takes a sip of his brew, smiles and hoists it in Tuck's direction. We'll see you in the morning! Heec heads back to the bar as Tae is just served his third drink.
Ahhhhh! Look at you! Switching things up a bit! I thought you were only into the lighter lagers.
There are apparently plenty of things you don't know about me, Heec the Sleek. Tae realizes that's more of a compliment than an insult, furrows a brow, then turns away and takes a drink of the new brew. A fine brew you have here, Bolger!
Heec, knowing the rarity of this scenario, is not about to ruin it by joking with Tae about his low tolerance or prior incidents where this has been, typically laughably, awful. He needs answers so all he really needs right now is to be patient.
I'll have what he's having! What a fair night this is, friend! I noticed you and Figgis were having quite the conversation. Anything fruitful?
Indeed! The hairy beast loves everything! I suppose that's to be expected from a follower of a deity that loves love and everything to do about loving loves lovely love. Tae takes another sip, completely oblivious to his current state.
Haha, that he is! Quite the lover indeed. Did he say anything about Sera's issue?
He's fine with it. He even made a weird gesture with his hands. It looked like... what's the Draconic word? "Shrash Dra'kain"?
That means "golden chicken". I'm not sure I nor you know what you're talking about. Did you mean "Shra' Drakon"?
Yeah, probably. Look, I'm going to talk to the half orcs in the corner, you hit up the mayor. I'm sure everyone here has an opinion on this matter but I'm getting boooooooored and want to teach you a thing or two in the world of wizards!
Again, I'm not sure I nor you know what you mean by that but I agree. Chat up those half orcs and I'll see what the mayor has to say about this. I'm so glad you came out tonight!
*Mocking Heec subtly* Yeah! Me too!
They look at each other.
*Rolling his eyes* Yeah. Me too.
Tae clinks mugs with Heec and heads to the table of half orc women. Heec snickers to himself after Tae departs, sips a drink and heads to the mayor.
Given the amount of drink Tae has had tonight, the need for Charisma rolls are no longer necessary as he's feeling finer than a Mountain Dwarf King on Marpenothfesht!
Greetings, ladies. Pleasure to meet you. Are you enjoying this fine night?
Good evening, Mayor Peats! May I buy you a drink?
Heec extends a hand fully anticipating the handshake of a politician on the campaign trail.
The two half orc women are holding hands across the table when Tae approaches.
Hail and well met stranger, says the one on the left. Although she sitting you can tell she is taller than six foot. She has dark green skin, dark hair and eyes and is very muscular.
M: it's a fine night indeed. My name is Marta Gluum, the Marshall here in Cragglefrock. This is my wife Ysveldii ii Aleeiilliua-Elduulii.
Ysveldii ii Aleeiilliua-Elduulii is also tall with dark hair and eyes, but more slender and with gray skin.
M: It's a pleasure to finally meet you.
Y: Ya. Well met. Stranger.
Junea Peats is an female human with blonde hair and fair skin. She looks at Heec’s hand and moves in to give him a hug instead.
J: It's so great to finally meet y’all! Aren't you and your friend just more precious than a glass of juniper juice.
She had a strong accent that is difficult to place.
J: I am just thrilled to have two bone-a-fried adventures in our village! That's a fun word, isn't it? I heard it was elvish for something. Is that true? Oh, anyway. I really need to speak to you boys soon.
She holds her hand up by her face and talks out the side of her mouth.
J: About some urgent village matters. The inn will be closing within the hour. I think we should call an emergency meeting afterwards, don't you? It'll be as quick as a pinched pig, don't you worry.
Tae nods politely, takes a huge swig from his mug and looks for Heec.
Mayor, I've got to be honest, our plates are pretty full right now. As they say in the adventuring business, when it rains, it pours! Is this an issue that can be discussed tomorrow or does the meeting need to happen...
Tae barrels into Heec, spilling the remaining drink left in the mug all over Heec's back.
Woaaaaah! Easy there, sweaty! Who's the laaaaaady? Oh! Mayor Junea! So very happy to see you again! I like your boots. They look cummmmmmfy.
As you can tell, my hands are kind of full tonight. Is this a meeting that can take place in the morning?
OooooOOOOOO! A meeting?! Is it secret? Should we be quiet? SHHHHH Shhhhh shhhhhh... Should we be quiet?
Heec looks at the mayor hoping she'll see the state of his friend and will postpone the meeting for tomorrow.
Junea looks at the two elves but doesn't seem to notice (or care) about the condition that Tae is in.
J: You two are just a delight! I'm going to gather what council people I can.
She looks over to the Marta and motions. Marta and her wife gather their things and leave shortly after. She does the same for Figgis and for one of the Cherrycheek halfings.
J: Finish your drinks and meet us at the Church of Lathander in about 20 minutes. I don't think we'll have all ten of the council there, but everyone knows most of the situation already and we'll fill in the rest tomorrow.
She turns to gather her belongings and clean up her table and then turns back around.
J: I almost forgot! I already spoke with Bolger and he said we could take a small cask of beer of whatever we wanted. Could you boys grab that on your way out? I'd be as happy as a hippogriff. We're all going to want a drink after talking about such serious business. See you in a few! *she says in a singsong voice*
Bolger picks up a small cask of Wizard's Quaff and sets it on the bar counter. It is small enough to be carried under an arm of a strong individual or with two hands in front of a person. The cask holds between two and three gallons of beer and can't be more than 30 pounds.
Heec Perception Check
With the departure of the Mayor, Marshall, Cleric and Councilhalfing, the inn has started to clear out. Although this meeting wasn't advertised, there is a feeling in the room that something important is going on and many people are starting to filter out. No one is looking your way or seems to be offering help.
A road wraps around one side of Boffing Badger Inn and leads north to the Church of Lathander. The Church is the northernmost building of Cragglefrock and Figgis's house is nearby. The Church is a long, tall stone building oriented east and west. Although Figgis is not part of the village council, he lets the village use the church for meetings and is often there to provide input as requested.
The waxing moon is high in the sky and provides a good amount of light. A cool breeze blows down from Mount Hotenow and foretells of the coming winter. Tae and Heec don't see anyone else out and about although there is a dim light coming from the church up ahead. The night is mostly calm except for the wind and the chirping of insects.
There is a field of tall grasses to the left of the road which will be cut for hay by the end of the month. The grass is starting to brown and has nearly grown to it's full height of four feet. The tall stalks are swaying in the breeze, but Heec notices a patch that is rustling abnormally. The elves are about 300 feet away from the church and the inn.
Just as Tuck seems to be winding back up again he begins to wind down. He finishes his mug of beer.
T: I think I will take that drink if that's still on the table?
Heec grabs Tuck's empty mug.
I'll be right back.
Heec goes to the bar and purchases a Sorcerer's Swill and heads back to the Tuck's table.
Here you are, sir. How is it going?
Meanwhile, Tae sits by himself and notices the group of Moon Elves and picks up right where he left off before resting. What is Shea doing in Cragglefrock? Why has fate brought them together again? Will he ever bring up their past to her? These are all questions he would like answered but has neither the motivation nor the desire to put himself in a scenario such as that. He finishes off the rest of his drink and heads to the bar to purchase another.
Hey Bolger. That was some good quaff. I'll have another. Put it on Heec's tab.
While considering his love interest, he's thought more about Sera's struggle and, out of curiosity more than anything else, has decided to join the fray and find out how others would feel about the anything-but-ordinary union of half orc and halfling. He decides it's best to start with Figgus. Though his ideals completely contrast with those of Tae, he has always seemed like a kind, welcoming man. After all, you need to start somewhere. Tae walks up to Figgus' table.
Good evening, Figgus. Tae struggles to remember how to do this whole socialization thing that Heec has seemed to master.
Tae makes a Charisma check of 12 (11+1).
How late do they serve dinner here? Tae knows it's a legitimate question, but probably could have had a better ice breaker then that...
Tuck takes the mug from Heec and takes an uncomfortably long drink. When he puts it back down on the table Heec notices that it didn't even go down that much.
T: It's always good this time of year. Many of the farmers are preparing to harvest soon, that means good sales! I have the best prices on equipment this side of Neverwinter!
Figgis is drinking and talking with some of the other villagers. He is a tall male human with a big bushy beard that is stark white and a ruddy complexion. He turns to Tae and pulls him in for a bear hug.
F: Brother Tae! I know we haven't really met but it is wonderful to see you! The kitchen is still in full service for a few more minutes yet, can I get something to fill up that scrawny frame of yours?
He turns to Bolger and shouts in a voice that carries over the din.
F: Bolger, bring us a full rack to share, would ya?
Bolger gives him a thumbs up and goes to kitchen to put in the order.
*Heec thinks something is bothering Tuck.*
Is everything okay?
*Heec makes an insight check of 13 (8+5).*
T: Ummmm... thanks. *Tae tries socializing again.*
*Tae makes a Charism check of 21 (crit).*
*Tae looks warmly into Figgus’ eyes.*
T: Figgus. I’m truly glad I came to see you. You and I may have our ideological differences, but I do respect you as a living soul in this world and am pleased I can call you friend. I’m going to be blunt. How would you feel about an interacial couple? Do you feel love should be confined to those birthed from trike ancestors or should love have no bounds?
*Tae takes a long drink from his mug. “You’re one smooth cat.” he thinks to himself.*
T: I seem to have quite the overstock of adventuring items. They are piling up with more on the way. Unfortunately, there aren't many adventurers that come this way.
He looks hopefully at Heec.
Heec Insight Check
Most any social dummy could see that Tuck is referring to you and Tae. He really must have been banking on selling some of these goods he's extensively investing in.
With words smoother and finer than Sandarian Silk, Tae completely grabs Figgis's attention. All of the noise and hubbub in the inn shrinks away from their conversation and Figgis gives Tae a meaningful look.
F: Indeed brother. As a cleric of Lathander it is my sworn mission to spread his great words and commit deeds that he would be proud of. But even I recognize that all of us are merely trying to make our way in a world that often seems beyond the realm of our understanding. If the gods have the power to war with and destroy one another, then what chance do any of us mortals have in doing something that is meaningful? Truly, our lives are best spent by seeing what good lives in all things where there is any good that can be seen. Who, then, are we to say no to love? To stifle and smother it where it is trying to bubble up and flow? It is surly not my place if it is anyone's. Love does know no bounds.
He breaks eye contact as a tear falls to his cheek. And then snaps out of the reverie he was in.
F: Besides, I've bedded my share of Dwarven women back in the day. There was also that time with a Tiefling while i was cleric college....
He gives a booming laugh.
F: No, honestly, most folks don't really give a hoot who is frakking whom in this town and I am no different.
He gives Tae a hearty slap on the back.
F: Does that answer your question? Go and be with whoever you want, you old Blink Dog, you. Maybe make sure you two are "compatible" first if you know what I mean.
He makes a gesture that Tae has never seen any cleric make. Like...ever.
Why don't Tae and I stop in tomorrow and take a look at what you're selling. Tonight, let's drink!
Heec holds his mug up for cheers from Tuck.
The gesture was adequate enough to remove all prior confidence in Tae's ability to carry on a conversation.
Sure... I think I know what you mean...
Tae makes a Charisma check of 15 (14+1).
I greatly appreciate the offer of a meal but I must be going. Talking with you has been most truly enjoyable. Thank you for your kindness, your friendship and your humor, all of which have meant a great deal to me today. You're a great man, Figgis. May you have a most enjoyable night, sir.
Tuckminster lights up like a traditional Winter Solstice conifer frond loaded with traditional Winter Solstice conifer frond candles.
T: I...we...you...gear...tomorrow...
His mouth is agape but you don't hear anything coming out. Somewhere in the distance a dog barks. Then suddenly...
T: To the deals!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
He takes another excessively long drink from his mug and sets it down. It isn't even half way gone. One may wonder how long it took him to finish the first one.
F: It's Figgins...
He looks livid. Then claps you heartily on the back again.
F: Only joking my boy! You should have seen your face you old goat of a chimera's head!
The male version of a serving wench brings out a hot rack of some creature's ribs. It looks smoked to perfection. Figgis turns towards the food.
F: Let's eat!
Tomorrow, Tuck. Tomorrow. For now, let's just relax. We're not at the shop. We're having a drink it's all good. Tell me, I'm doing a bit of survey for a local maester. I was just curious, what are your thoughts on cross-racial relationships? Do you approve, reject or feel neutral on such matters?
Heec makes a Deception check of 3.
While it's difficult for me to turn down the offer of a good meal, I must in the search for popular opinion. May your deity guide you to in the direction you were meant to travel.
Tae just needs to stick the landing on this successful conversation...
Tae rolls a Charisma check of 4 (3+1).
He goes to slap Figgis on the back, as Figgis has done a couple times during their conversation, but stumbles while standing and slaps Figgis on the side of the neck. Appalled, Tae attempts to ignore the disastrous farewell, nods his head politely, and heads to the bar for another drink while finishing off his current order.
Bolger. Let's change gears. I'll have a Sorcerer's Swill.
Tuck manages to compose himself. He gives a sly wink to Heec.
T: Sure, sure. Conducting a survey for a "maester". Your story about a maester is debatable, but even if this advice hits a little closer to home it's the same. I absolutely approve! I've bedded my share of Dragonborn women back in my day. Many folks might think that out in the woods people like us are intolerant rubes. Well not in Cragglefrock, no, sir. As long as you don't start any trouble we don't really care who or WHAT you are. The bad apples don't tend to stick around here for too long so you're left with good, quality folk. As a matter of fact, we have a half orc Marshall and Tiefling councilwoman and both are very competent at their jobs. That half orc is quite a looker too!
He glances over at the two half orc woman in the inn.
T: Yeah...quite the looker....
His eyes go dreamy.
T: Wait, what were we talking about again? You and friend are coming to the shop tomorrow morning, right?
Figgis doesn't seem phased by the awkward, misplaced slap. He and his friends laugh uproariously.
Bolger pours a dark, amber-hued ale and slings the mug to Tae.
B: Always a great choice master Taetormm!
First thing tomorrow, Tuck. Thank you for your opinion. My *finger quotes* maester will be pleased. If you happen to have a nunchuka at the store, I may be happy to take it off your hands. Heec takes a sip of his brew, smiles and hoists it in Tuck's direction. We'll see you in the morning! Heec heads back to the bar as Tae is just served his third drink.
Ahhhhh! Look at you! Switching things up a bit! I thought you were only into the lighter lagers.
There are apparently plenty of things you don't know about me, Heec the Sleek. Tae realizes that's more of a compliment than an insult, furrows a brow, then turns away and takes a drink of the new brew. A fine brew you have here, Bolger!
Heec, knowing the rarity of this scenario, is not about to ruin it by joking with Tae about his low tolerance or prior incidents where this has been, typically laughably, awful. He needs answers so all he really needs right now is to be patient.
I'll have what he's having! What a fair night this is, friend! I noticed you and Figgis were having quite the conversation. Anything fruitful?
Indeed! The hairy beast loves everything! I suppose that's to be expected from a follower of a deity that loves love and everything to do about loving loves lovely love. Tae takes another sip, completely oblivious to his current state.
Haha, that he is! Quite the lover indeed. Did he say anything about Sera's issue?
He's fine with it. He even made a weird gesture with his hands. It looked like... what's the Draconic word? "Shrash Dra'kain"?
That means "golden chicken". I'm not sure I nor you know what you're talking about. Did you mean "Shra' Drakon"?
Yeah, probably. Look, I'm going to talk to the half orcs in the corner, you hit up the mayor. I'm sure everyone here has an opinion on this matter but I'm getting boooooooored and want to teach you a thing or two in the world of wizards!
Again, I'm not sure I nor you know what you mean by that but I agree. Chat up those half orcs and I'll see what the mayor has to say about this. I'm so glad you came out tonight!
*Mocking Heec subtly* Yeah! Me too!
They look at each other.
*Rolling his eyes* Yeah. Me too.
Tae clinks mugs with Heec and heads to the table of half orc women. Heec snickers to himself after Tae departs, sips a drink and heads to the mayor.
Given the amount of drink Tae has had tonight, the need for Charisma rolls are no longer necessary as he's feeling finer than a Mountain Dwarf King on Marpenothfesht!
Greetings, ladies. Pleasure to meet you. Are you enjoying this fine night?
Good evening, Mayor Peats! May I buy you a drink?
Heec extends a hand fully anticipating the handshake of a politician on the campaign trail.
The two half orc women are holding hands across the table when Tae approaches.
Hail and well met stranger, says the one on the left. Although she sitting you can tell she is taller than six foot. She has dark green skin, dark hair and eyes and is very muscular.
M: it's a fine night indeed. My name is Marta Gluum, the Marshall here in Cragglefrock. This is my wife Ysveldii ii Aleeiilliua-Elduulii.
Ysveldii ii Aleeiilliua-Elduulii is also tall with dark hair and eyes, but more slender and with gray skin.
M: It's a pleasure to finally meet you.
Y: Ya. Well met. Stranger.
Junea Peats is an female human with blonde hair and fair skin. She looks at Heec’s hand and moves in to give him a hug instead.
J: It's so great to finally meet y’all! Aren't you and your friend just more precious than a glass of juniper juice.
She had a strong accent that is difficult to place.
J: I am just thrilled to have two bone-a-fried adventures in our village! That's a fun word, isn't it? I heard it was elvish for something. Is that true? Oh, anyway. I really need to speak to you boys soon.
She holds her hand up by her face and talks out the side of her mouth.
J: About some urgent village matters. The inn will be closing within the hour. I think we should call an emergency meeting afterwards, don't you? It'll be as quick as a pinched pig, don't you worry.
T: Well that’s a lot of “ii”s, isn’t it?
Tae pauses.
T: So I had a question for you two but I do believe it’s already been answered. So I thank you for your time.
Tae turns to walk away but then turn back around to the table.
T: And you know what? Good for you! There’s no reason you shouldn’t be happy! Because why not? You’re happy and you’re happy so good!... yeah.
H: Perhaps... the life of an adventure can be quite demanding as well as tiring.
Heec makes a Insight check of 23 (18+5).
Ysveldii ii Aleeiilliua-Elduulii looks a little confused but Marta is smiling.
M: You're a weird one elf. But you do have moxy, I'll give you that!
J: You poor things!
She goes in for another hug.
Heec Insight Check
She's as sincere as a salted salamander... And that's extremely sincere. The village needs a hero and she thinks that hero could be you.
Well moxy I got!
Tae nods politely, takes a huge swig from his mug and looks for Heec.
Mayor, I've got to be honest, our plates are pretty full right now. As they say in the adventuring business, when it rains, it pours! Is this an issue that can be discussed tomorrow or does the meeting need to happen...
Tae barrels into Heec, spilling the remaining drink left in the mug all over Heec's back.
Woaaaaah! Easy there, sweaty! Who's the laaaaaady? Oh! Mayor Junea! So very happy to see you again! I like your boots. They look cummmmmmfy.
As you can tell, my hands are kind of full tonight. Is this a meeting that can take place in the morning?
OooooOOOOOO! A meeting?! Is it secret? Should we be quiet? SHHHHH Shhhhh shhhhhh... Should we be quiet?
Heec looks at the mayor hoping she'll see the state of his friend and will postpone the meeting for tomorrow.
Junea looks at the two elves but doesn't seem to notice (or care) about the condition that Tae is in.
J: You two are just a delight! I'm going to gather what council people I can.
She looks over to the Marta and motions. Marta and her wife gather their things and leave shortly after. She does the same for Figgis and for one of the Cherrycheek halfings.
J: Finish your drinks and meet us at the Church of Lathander in about 20 minutes. I don't think we'll have all ten of the council there, but everyone knows most of the situation already and we'll fill in the rest tomorrow.
She turns to gather her belongings and clean up her table and then turns back around.
J: I almost forgot! I already spoke with Bolger and he said we could take a small cask of beer of whatever we wanted. Could you boys grab that on your way out? I'd be as happy as a hippogriff. We're all going to want a drink after talking about such serious business. See you in a few! *she says in a singsong voice*
As she walks out the door, Heec sighs as he knows these next few hours aren't going to be easy.
Can you handle yourself?
You don't need to worry about me, Heecrid my boy! Didn't you hear?! We're getting more beer! Huzzah! More beer! Bolger! What are we drinking!?
Calm down, Tae. She said we get whatever we want.
Quaaaaaaaaaff! Get the quaff! That was goooooooood!
Selune help me... Bolger. A cask of the Wizard's Quaff please. Tae, can you walk on your own?
Yup! I can carry too! Where is that cask?!
Nope! Nope. You're just walking. I'll push or recruit someone else if I can't do it alone.
Heec makes a perception check of 13 to see if anyone is available to help him with the cask to the church.
Quaaaaaaaaaaaaaff!!!
Bolger picks up a small cask of Wizard's Quaff and sets it on the bar counter. It is small enough to be carried under an arm of a strong individual or with two hands in front of a person. The cask holds between two and three gallons of beer and can't be more than 30 pounds.
Heec Perception Check
With the departure of the Mayor, Marshall, Cleric and Councilhalfing, the inn has started to clear out. Although this meeting wasn't advertised, there is a feeling in the room that something important is going on and many people are starting to filter out. No one is looking your way or seems to be offering help.
I've got this. Tae, start heading to the Church of Lathander.
Church of Lathander?! *sarcastically* I love, love, love, LOVE the Church of Lathander! I love beer too!
The two exit the inn, Heec manning the cask alone. They head to the Church of Lathander.
A road wraps around one side of Boffing Badger Inn and leads north to the Church of Lathander. The Church is the northernmost building of Cragglefrock and Figgis's house is nearby. The Church is a long, tall stone building oriented east and west. Although Figgis is not part of the village council, he lets the village use the church for meetings and is often there to provide input as requested.
The waxing moon is high in the sky and provides a good amount of light. A cool breeze blows down from Mount Hotenow and foretells of the coming winter. Tae and Heec don't see anyone else out and about although there is a dim light coming from the church up ahead. The night is mostly calm except for the wind and the chirping of insects.
There is a field of tall grasses to the left of the road which will be cut for hay by the end of the month. The grass is starting to brown and has nearly grown to it's full height of four feet. The tall stalks are swaying in the breeze, but Heec notices a patch that is rustling abnormally. The elves are about 300 feet away from the church and the inn.
Hmmmm... *Heec sets down the cask* I wonder what that could be...
Heec makes an Investigation check of 20 (15+5) from the road.
Tae fondly lays a cheek on the top of the cask and hugs the barrel while it's on the ground.
Mmmmm... Quaaaaaaaaff...