"No way would I leave items this valuable unguarded in our world," says Morgan quietly, adding, "so I'd rather wait here for her porters to show up. I can catch up to you if you'd like to go ahead to the Townmaster." Morgan settles in to wait for a few more minutes, hoping it wouldn't take too long, saying, "Feel free to rest here with me or go ahead, Leareth."
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He nodded. "You make a good point, Morgan. It would be unfortunate if all this stuff got stolen while unattended, or any of it. Well, we can stay here for now and hopefully she'll be back in a bit."
As you all wait outside for someone to come help with the supplies, the door to the townmasters hut swings open and a 6' tall human make emerges. The man has long white hair and has a white beard. He's in mid conversation when he emerges.
"Don't worry Mr. Wester, I'll be sure to make sure Ms. Gwynn gets back here safely."
The Townmaster walks out with him and stops mid sentence when he sees your group.
"Thank you Geralt... Oh, well then, I didnt think you guys were alive. He starts counting the heads. It seems we lost one. Did something happen? Where is Ms. Gwynn?"
"She's off finding a place for all her possessions to go since we helped move her to town...Heyyyyy, what do you mean you are surprised we are alive? Is it that dangerous to travel out of town?" responds Morgan, interrupting himself halfway through as he realizes the implication of the Townmaster's statement.
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The townmaster, giving off an arrogant tone responds. "Well, there is a dragon flying around, and who knows what dangers you might of encountered out there. I just assumed you were dead, that's why I was going to hire Geralt here."
Leareth looked the guy over carefully. So this was their competition? Didn't look like much to him. He decided to play it cool. "Yeah nah, we did run into a manticore but drove it off, no problem. Going to head on over to the gnomes next, soon as she comes back."
"Geralt you say? Isn't he just a weather man or something? I think I recall seeing him on the news at 11." Gale looks at the others trying to help Leareth convince the townmaster that there was really only one crew for the job. "I mean, you know, maybe the guy could do it, but we're proven hunters, just ask ol' Gwynn when you see her. Like Leareth says, we sent that manticore running for cover."
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Geralt, with a straight face and in a monotone voice will respond. "Weather man? Like a Shaman? Regardless, I do not intend to create competition. I simply wish to join you on your quest. When it comes to the monsters around these parts, I have found that in some cases, more hands are better. What do you say?"
"Ah. Forgive my misunderstanding. In fact a guide and accomplice could prove helpful. So, Geralt, are you from around these parts?" Gale asks, "I'm um... new to the area. Never seen a manticore before so would welcome some tales about the area if you have any to share."
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Morgan:
Taking in Geralt's appearance, Morgan remembers something his granddaughter was raving about the last time she visited him. Some guy named Geralt or Henry or something and witches. Truth be told, Morgan wasn't paying close enough attention, but now he wishes he had, as it might have helped him in this new world. Regardless, he attempts to assess the sincerity of this world's Geralt clearly to see if inviting him into their group would be a good idea.
Insight: 9
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Morgan: You do not seem to pick up on any cues that would indicate that Geralt's intents are misleading or dangerous.
Geralt will nod to Gale. "I am not from this area, but I have been here for quite a while, got a good idea of the landscape. As far as Manticores are concerned, I have encountered my fair share of them. Was actually trained growing up to take down monsters."
Starting to look a little impatient, Morgan says, "Where could Ms. Gwynn be? We can't spend all day just standing around with her belongings in the center of town.."
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The Townmaster will approach Morgan. "Please, the supplies will be safe here. Let's go inside and discuss your reward." The townmaster will then move himself between Morgan and the supplies and motion toward the door.
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The townmaster seemed to be acting... suspicious. Leareth wished he could place some sort of guarding magic on the supplies, then realized that may not be necessary if he could bluff the guy. "All right, let's go, but I'll place an eldritch spell upon the supplies to protect them." He made a show of drawing a "magic" circle around them, complete with "magic" sigils roughly evenly spaced about the circumference and he mumbled "incantations".
The Townmaster and Geralt watch as you put on this show to "guard" the supplies then guides you all into the building. As you enter, you see what you would expect a house ran by an elderly man to look like. There are dishes everywhere, dust built up in numerous places, and a nice breeze due to an open window. He takes a seat and looks towards the group. "So, I forget what the flyer said. How much was the reward?"
"Yea I think so but you know we really went above and beyond here, so to speak. We didn't just warn her about the dragon, we persuaded her to come here, with her medicinal supplies. So now if the town's in trouble, you'll have the benefit of her expertise. Don't you think that's worth a little extra, Townmaster?"
Gale watched silently as the scene unfolded. The townmaster reminded him of his grandfather. He could tell you the most intricate stories about a hunt or exact details about some set of cabinets he was building, but if you asked the man what he had for lunch he couldn't recall on a bet. Gale chuckled. The townie may be stringing them on, but seemed like his mind was just elsewhere. "I'll be outside if you need me," he offered before showing himself back outside. He found a nice place on the stoop to sit and inspected his weapons.
The bow felt good. He'd spent the last few years on patrol with some of the most advanced small arms a man could carry but this bow fit him like a glove. Gale rubbed his hands down the belly of the bow, feeling how fine the craftmanship was and the natural strength of the yew. He felt a primal connection to it and a closeness to tree and the earth that grew it. A slight smile.
The blades took a little damage from their encounter with that... well, whatever that was. He held one in each hand and felt their balance. He was no stranger to a blade. But the intricacy of the designs in the hilts an the beautiful pattern of the folded steel were a sight anyone would appreciate. He sheathed one and then found his whetstone and began to slowly bring the blade to such a fine edge it could split a hair. And his mind drifted.
She was beautiful. The first time he saw her he knew it was trouble. He pictued her smile that first time he walked into the inn where she helped run the restaurant. Her dark hair covering one eye as she leaned over to talk to one of the guests. The smile as she welcomed the couple and offered them wine. It was like yesterday.
Maybe it was yesterday. Who knows how things work here. Maybe this is all a dream. Had someting happened to him and his unit on patrol? He shook his head and looked up. He saw the folks of the town moving around going about their daily business. Where are we?
The Townmaster eyes them up and down before giving Gale a wave as he leaves. Geralt, who is leaning against a wall near the door gives him a nod as well. The Townmaster then turns his attention back to the other two. "Ahh, well I suppose your right." He get's up and moves over to a cabinet. He fiddles around inside one of the drawers before returning back with a pouch. "There is 25 gold in there for the job, then another 5 for helping her get back safely with her supplies. Now I'm not sure what you had planned after this, but may I suggest seeing some gnomes? I've heard rumors that they have some tools and equipment that might help with this Dragon threat. These are just rumors, so I'd really appreciate it if you could go see them and see if there is any truth to this."
Is that a lot? It occurred to him that they knew nothing of the economics of this place. For all he knew, gold was so plentiful here that its value was far below what he was used to. Maybe they should be asking for a lot more, if their tasks were going to involve mortal danger like that manticore. Some window shopping would resolve this - how much was a suit of armor? A horse? A house? Leareth made a mental note to do that but no time for it now.
"I'm good with that if everyone else is. Can you tell us anything about these gnomes? Do you want us to try to get them to come here in person?"
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Morgan:
"No way would I leave items this valuable unguarded in our world," says Morgan quietly, adding, "so I'd rather wait here for her porters to show up. I can catch up to you if you'd like to go ahead to the Townmaster." Morgan settles in to wait for a few more minutes, hoping it wouldn't take too long, saying, "Feel free to rest here with me or go ahead, Leareth."
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He nodded. "You make a good point, Morgan. It would be unfortunate if all this stuff got stolen while unattended, or any of it. Well, we can stay here for now and hopefully she'll be back in a bit."
As you all wait outside for someone to come help with the supplies, the door to the townmasters hut swings open and a 6' tall human make emerges. The man has long white hair and has a white beard. He's in mid conversation when he emerges.
"Don't worry Mr. Wester, I'll be sure to make sure Ms. Gwynn gets back here safely."
The Townmaster walks out with him and stops mid sentence when he sees your group.
"Thank you Geralt... Oh, well then, I didnt think you guys were alive. He starts counting the heads. It seems we lost one. Did something happen? Where is Ms. Gwynn?"
I don't have a signature.
Morgan:
"She's off finding a place for all her possessions to go since we helped move her to town...Heyyyyy, what do you mean you are surprised we are alive? Is it that dangerous to travel out of town?" responds Morgan, interrupting himself halfway through as he realizes the implication of the Townmaster's statement.
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The townmaster, giving off an arrogant tone responds. "Well, there is a dragon flying around, and who knows what dangers you might of encountered out there. I just assumed you were dead, that's why I was going to hire Geralt here."
I don't have a signature.
Leareth looked the guy over carefully. So this was their competition? Didn't look like much to him. He decided to play it cool. "Yeah nah, we did run into a manticore but drove it off, no problem. Going to head on over to the gnomes next, soon as she comes back."
"Geralt you say? Isn't he just a weather man or something? I think I recall seeing him on the news at 11." Gale looks at the others trying to help Leareth convince the townmaster that there was really only one crew for the job. "I mean, you know, maybe the guy could do it, but we're proven hunters, just ask ol' Gwynn when you see her. Like Leareth says, we sent that manticore running for cover."
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Geralt, with a straight face and in a monotone voice will respond. "Weather man? Like a Shaman? Regardless, I do not intend to create competition. I simply wish to join you on your quest. When it comes to the monsters around these parts, I have found that in some cases, more hands are better. What do you say?"
I don't have a signature.
"Ah. Forgive my misunderstanding. In fact a guide and accomplice could prove helpful. So, Geralt, are you from around these parts?" Gale asks, "I'm um... new to the area. Never seen a manticore before so would welcome some tales about the area if you have any to share."
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Morgan:
Taking in Geralt's appearance, Morgan remembers something his granddaughter was raving about the last time she visited him. Some guy named Geralt or Henry or something and witches. Truth be told, Morgan wasn't paying close enough attention, but now he wishes he had, as it might have helped him in this new world. Regardless, he attempts to assess the sincerity of this world's Geralt clearly to see if inviting him into their group would be a good idea.
Insight: 9
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Morgan: You do not seem to pick up on any cues that would indicate that Geralt's intents are misleading or dangerous.
Geralt will nod to Gale. "I am not from this area, but I have been here for quite a while, got a good idea of the landscape. As far as Manticores are concerned, I have encountered my fair share of them. Was actually trained growing up to take down monsters."
I don't have a signature.
Morgan:
Starting to look a little impatient, Morgan says, "Where could Ms. Gwynn be? We can't spend all day just standing around with her belongings in the center of town.."
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The Townmaster will approach Morgan. "Please, the supplies will be safe here. Let's go inside and discuss your reward." The townmaster will then move himself between Morgan and the supplies and motion toward the door.
I don't have a signature.
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The townmaster seemed to be acting... suspicious. Leareth wished he could place some sort of guarding magic on the supplies, then realized that may not be necessary if he could bluff the guy. "All right, let's go, but I'll place an eldritch spell upon the supplies to protect them." He made a show of drawing a "magic" circle around them, complete with "magic" sigils roughly evenly spaced about the circumference and he mumbled "incantations".
The Townmaster and Geralt watch as you put on this show to "guard" the supplies then guides you all into the building. As you enter, you see what you would expect a house ran by an elderly man to look like. There are dishes everywhere, dust built up in numerous places, and a nice breeze due to an open window. He takes a seat and looks towards the group. "So, I forget what the flyer said. How much was the reward?"
I don't have a signature.
Morgan:
"Certainly this is a test--he can't have forgotten," thinks Morgan.
Insight: 7
"I believe the posted amount was 25 gold, Townmaster," says Morgan carefully.
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"Yea I think so but you know we really went above and beyond here, so to speak. We didn't just warn her about the dragon, we persuaded her to come here, with her medicinal supplies. So now if the town's in trouble, you'll have the benefit of her expertise. Don't you think that's worth a little extra, Townmaster?"
Gale watched silently as the scene unfolded. The townmaster reminded him of his grandfather. He could tell you the most intricate stories about a hunt or exact details about some set of cabinets he was building, but if you asked the man what he had for lunch he couldn't recall on a bet. Gale chuckled. The townie may be stringing them on, but seemed like his mind was just elsewhere. "I'll be outside if you need me," he offered before showing himself back outside. He found a nice place on the stoop to sit and inspected his weapons.
The bow felt good. He'd spent the last few years on patrol with some of the most advanced small arms a man could carry but this bow fit him like a glove. Gale rubbed his hands down the belly of the bow, feeling how fine the craftmanship was and the natural strength of the yew. He felt a primal connection to it and a closeness to tree and the earth that grew it. A slight smile.
The blades took a little damage from their encounter with that... well, whatever that was. He held one in each hand and felt their balance. He was no stranger to a blade. But the intricacy of the designs in the hilts an the beautiful pattern of the folded steel were a sight anyone would appreciate. He sheathed one and then found his whetstone and began to slowly bring the blade to such a fine edge it could split a hair. And his mind drifted.
She was beautiful. The first time he saw her he knew it was trouble. He pictued her smile that first time he walked into the inn where she helped run the restaurant. Her dark hair covering one eye as she leaned over to talk to one of the guests. The smile as she welcomed the couple and offered them wine. It was like yesterday.
Maybe it was yesterday. Who knows how things work here. Maybe this is all a dream. Had someting happened to him and his unit on patrol? He shook his head and looked up. He saw the folks of the town moving around going about their daily business. Where are we?
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The Townmaster eyes them up and down before giving Gale a wave as he leaves. Geralt, who is leaning against a wall near the door gives him a nod as well. The Townmaster then turns his attention back to the other two. "Ahh, well I suppose your right." He get's up and moves over to a cabinet. He fiddles around inside one of the drawers before returning back with a pouch. "There is 25 gold in there for the job, then another 5 for helping her get back safely with her supplies. Now I'm not sure what you had planned after this, but may I suggest seeing some gnomes? I've heard rumors that they have some tools and equipment that might help with this Dragon threat. These are just rumors, so I'd really appreciate it if you could go see them and see if there is any truth to this."
I don't have a signature.
Is that a lot? It occurred to him that they knew nothing of the economics of this place. For all he knew, gold was so plentiful here that its value was far below what he was used to. Maybe they should be asking for a lot more, if their tasks were going to involve mortal danger like that manticore. Some window shopping would resolve this - how much was a suit of armor? A horse? A house? Leareth made a mental note to do that but no time for it now.
"I'm good with that if everyone else is. Can you tell us anything about these gnomes? Do you want us to try to get them to come here in person?"