Silthras was busy dusting the worst of the street dust from his clothes when the half-elf appears. Upon hearing the question he stops and looks up, dusty kerchief mid-flight.
Closing his eyes he utters a silent prayer to his patron and god, before focusing again on the half-elf.
"Do you, by chance, have any dwarven whiskey? Perhaps something from the Zhaküm clan, from before their troubles...if you have it."
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Kal sits a bit stiffly in his chair when the man pops up beside them. A coinsurer of spirits he was not, and short of the usual kinds of mead you might find in any old tavern throughout the land, he didn't even know what to ask for."Surprise me?"He says with a shrug.
The desperation of their companion for this particular drink brings a smile to his face, and he shakes his head slightly as he takes a closer look around the room. "I have to say, this is definitely not the kind of place I ever imagined visiting."
Sylnora is likewise at a bit of a loss in this environment. Though there were some fine winemakers in her conclave, she doubted it was something that made it this far north. "Uh...A sweet wine of some kind? I'm not familiar with specifics I'm afraid..."
As they stand outside Kebun* Usul looks up at the entrance and at the guests passing him to go in. Pausing for a moment he spins around saying, "Tada!"as his appearance changes slightly. Though still Usul, he now appears to be wearing a nice coat with a vest and pocket watch. His hair has also changed to a platinum blond, matching the color of a soul patch that has appeared on his chin. He's holding his pipe in his hand, lighting it with a snap of his fingers and blowing a thick cloud of smoke with a big grin as he walks in towards the host. Dib is hidden under his coat, and under the disguise, sniffing at the air.
Approaching the host he says, in his best (ie. not very good) hoity toity accent, he says, "Yes yes my good sir. We'll have a window seat if you will." Then listening to Silthras he simply nods and adds, "We'll have one of what he does,"as he leans back into his seat blowing a smoke dragon that flies across the table before fading into the air.
*I spelled it wrong. It's Kebun with an E, not an A. It's based on an amazing restaurant in Ubud Bali :D Not crazy crazy fancy, but amazing food. And for Ubud, somewhat pricey.
Usul's display at the entrance earns him a few laughs and scattered claps from passerbys that happened to notice, either on their way in or out themselves. The staff looks unconvinced by his accent, but play along regardless. So long as the patron has the money, they don't seem to mind.
The man grins, "you seem like you've been aching for this taste for some time. We do indeed. A single glass, or do you want the entire bottle?" He looks over the others, nodding. For a moment, his eyes linger on Usul and a strange look flashes across his face. "I'll do my best then. Food tonight is braised crab and a seasonal vegetable mix. Back in a bit." He says, disappearing off behind the bar counter.
As Kal takes a look around the room, there is one thing in particular that sticks out to him. While the other patrons tend to be in groups or pairs, and generally in high spirits, you spot one man sitting alone at a table, staring down into his drink with a blank look. His dress also sets him apart, wearing simple dark gray temple robes that mark him as a priest of some kind. It's normal to find all kinds of folk in a tavern, but holy men and women tend to ditch their temple garb when they go out.
Silthras thanks the higher powers, then sighs and smiles at the waiter, "Just a glass, thank you." he says, then cleans and replaces his kerchief.
As the waiter departs he takes a seat with his back to the wall, and nods to Syl and Kal, "Aye. I've only been in places like this for work, never to relax." He frowns. Why am I relaxing?
He sits a little straighter in his chair as he passes a professional eye over the room, looking for people who seem too curious or out of place, other exits, and shady corners where unknown threats might lurk.
Satisfied, he settles back and waits for his drink to arrive, turning to Usul, "So...how far are we from the place where we are supposed to meet our friends?"
Perception: 23 (advantage because of shield) I'm assuming he sees no more than Kal...or at least no threats.
Usul seems to be enjoying himself, but cannot help and notice how the host looked at him. He's not really surprised, though perhaps is a bit disappointed, that even now he is being singled out.
((can Usul read anything into the 'strange look' that the host gave him? - insight 18))
((edit: reply to above)) Usul looks to Sil, not letting the host's look get to him and replies, "Ah! Nothing is very far in 'tide if you know a couple shortcuts. We can show you the way later."
"We'll ask Mr. Kwiz when we see him later."Usul says. "We're pretty sure he knew a place to put in orders, though sometimes it took a while for the thing to be delivered. He never seemed to mind waiting though..." clearly surprised, being not nearly as patient of a person as his elderly gnome friend.
Silthras smiles as he watches the pipe-smoking gentle-gnome sitting across from him, then nods. "Waiting is always the hard part" he says. He seems deep in thought as he looks off into the distance, speaking quietly, "It's a time when the resolve of armies can crumble, and soldiers desert."
"But that is not the risk here" he says quickly, his focus once again on the gnome. "I doubt I could afford more than a deposit on what I want; and maybe, our new hosts might have some contacts as well."
While they wait for their drinks and the others make conversation, Kal tilts his head as he spots the dejected man. "Guess not everyone here is having a good time."He says, nodding towards the priest once he has the others' attention. "Do people normally sulk like that in places like this?"
Likewise to Syl, Velyra would order a glass of wine, happy to have whatever their host recommends. Trips to places like this were rare to her, but not an entirely new experience. Archaeological societies sometimes felt like expensive hobby clubs.
"Well this is a far cry from that broken down inn at Feycrest..."
Her attention turns towards the man Kal pointed out, "looking to take on yet another problem?"
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Silthras nods, "I noticed him too", and he shrugs to the question. "I prefer to drown my sorrows in good company if I can, in private if not."
"I wonder what it is that has him so upset." He takes a closer look trying to identify his particular faith, then turns to Velyra, "With all that we have learned recently, I wonder how many others who might have learned things that terrify them. Can you tell whom he follows?"
@DM: Happy to reroll perception, but would prefer not ;-) ! Religion check if needed: 14
Looking over the tavern, Silthras would immediately spot the same character Kal had. Other than that, everyone else here seems relatively normal, and he certainly wouldn't mark anyone as threatening.
((As a quick aside, Usul would be able to let you know that Ozmoto's Den is a place he's seen but hasn't really gone into. He may not have picked up on why, but he would understand that the general sentiment was to avoid that place. He'd also let you know that he could get you there in a solid 45 minutes. Faster if you want to run the whole way.))
Usul would have read the look as something akin to shock, perhaps a flash of fear. He'd notice it happened as the host's gaze slipped over his hands.
As you're discussing this distraught priest, the half-elf from earlier quietly reappears, sliding the drinks into their respective owners on the table. "Need anything else, just flag me down." He says, and if no one stops him for any reason, he's quickly off to help other guests.
Turning your attention back to the man, it's rather difficult to see from this angle, but you can just glimpse the symbol of Amah hanging from his neck.
"I would be shocked if there weren't at least some among the clergy who had a small idea of what was going on. Messages from the divine can be hard to interpret sometimes, but I would expect at least some warning to make it through..." Velyra replies, watching the man with interest. Her relationship to her deity was abnormal in some regards, borne out of a curiosity and admiration for Sandail's past with this realm. Perhaps that was why he had been so silent in regards to the threat they face.
Silthras nods slowly, "Either that or one of us goes over there; I'm happy to ask, but it might be better coming from a fellow traveller." His eyes scan between Velyra and Kal, settling on Velyra, questioning.
Noticing the Host notice his rings, Usul quietly slips them all off his fingers and into his pouch beneath the table. While the others talk he then starts making making a mental list of shiny things around them, hopefully at other tables while taking a sip of his drink, following Sil's example.
With a nod, she takes a parting sip of her wine and slides out of her chair to go approach the man. She eases into the seat across from him slowly, trying not to startle him. Charisma. Subtly. Social aptitude. These were not the sort of things in Velyra's wheelhouse so to speak. Bluntly, she asks the man. "Are you alright?"
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As Velyra sits at the table, the priest snaps out of his thousand-yard stare, looking over his shoulder around the room. Now that you're sitting in front of him, you can see that he's maybe in his early thirties, with close cropped black hair and dark brown eyes. As he finally turns back into his seat to look at you, there is still a somber look in his eyes. "Apologies, I didn't stop to think how I present myself could be...bothersome to those around me. I'm fine, just a long day of theological discussions."
With your insightful nature(passive 17), you can tell he's being a bit careful with his words. He might not be outright lying, but there's definitely an omission happening.
The roll was 14 before. I thought it only changed the roll if you entered another dice roll in the post. Apparently editing with text will change it too? Spaghetti code.
Silthras was busy dusting the worst of the street dust from his clothes when the half-elf appears. Upon hearing the question he stops and looks up, dusty kerchief mid-flight.
Closing his eyes he utters a silent prayer to his patron and god, before focusing again on the half-elf.
"Do you, by chance, have any dwarven whiskey? Perhaps something from the Zhaküm clan, from before their troubles...if you have it."
The eagreness on his face is sad to behold.
Kal sits a bit stiffly in his chair when the man pops up beside them. A coinsurer of spirits he was not, and short of the usual kinds of mead you might find in any old tavern throughout the land, he didn't even know what to ask for. "Surprise me?" He says with a shrug.
The desperation of their companion for this particular drink brings a smile to his face, and he shakes his head slightly as he takes a closer look around the room. "I have to say, this is definitely not the kind of place I ever imagined visiting."
Perception just in case?: 18
Sylnora is likewise at a bit of a loss in this environment. Though there were some fine winemakers in her conclave, she doubted it was something that made it this far north. "Uh...A sweet wine of some kind? I'm not familiar with specifics I'm afraid..."
As they stand outside Kebun* Usul looks up at the entrance and at the guests passing him to go in. Pausing for a moment he spins around saying, "Tada!" as his appearance changes slightly. Though still Usul, he now appears to be wearing a nice coat with a vest and pocket watch. His hair has also changed to a platinum blond, matching the color of a soul patch that has appeared on his chin. He's holding his pipe in his hand, lighting it with a snap of his fingers and blowing a thick cloud of smoke with a big grin as he walks in towards the host. Dib is hidden under his coat, and under the disguise, sniffing at the air.
Approaching the host he says, in his best (ie. not very good) hoity toity accent, he says, "Yes yes my good sir. We'll have a window seat if you will." Then listening to Silthras he simply nods and adds, "We'll have one of what he does," as he leans back into his seat blowing a smoke dragon that flies across the table before fading into the air.
*I spelled it wrong. It's Kebun with an E, not an A. It's based on an amazing restaurant in Ubud Bali :D Not crazy crazy fancy, but amazing food. And for Ubud, somewhat pricey.
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Usul's display at the entrance earns him a few laughs and scattered claps from passerbys that happened to notice, either on their way in or out themselves. The staff looks unconvinced by his accent, but play along regardless. So long as the patron has the money, they don't seem to mind.
The man grins, "you seem like you've been aching for this taste for some time. We do indeed. A single glass, or do you want the entire bottle?" He looks over the others, nodding. For a moment, his eyes linger on Usul and a strange look flashes across his face. "I'll do my best then. Food tonight is braised crab and a seasonal vegetable mix. Back in a bit." He says, disappearing off behind the bar counter.
As Kal takes a look around the room, there is one thing in particular that sticks out to him. While the other patrons tend to be in groups or pairs, and generally in high spirits, you spot one man sitting alone at a table, staring down into his drink with a blank look. His dress also sets him apart, wearing simple dark gray temple robes that mark him as a priest of some kind. It's normal to find all kinds of folk in a tavern, but holy men and women tend to ditch their temple garb when they go out.
Silthras thanks the higher powers, then sighs and smiles at the waiter, "Just a glass, thank you." he says, then cleans and replaces his kerchief.
As the waiter departs he takes a seat with his back to the wall, and nods to Syl and Kal, "Aye. I've only been in places like this for work, never to relax." He frowns. Why am I relaxing?
He sits a little straighter in his chair as he passes a professional eye over the room, looking for people who seem too curious or out of place, other exits, and shady corners where unknown threats might lurk.
Satisfied, he settles back and waits for his drink to arrive, turning to Usul, "So...how far are we from the place where we are supposed to meet our friends?"
Perception: 23 (advantage because of shield)
I'm assuming he sees no more than Kal...or at least no threats.
Usul seems to be enjoying himself, but cannot help and notice how the host looked at him. He's not really surprised, though perhaps is a bit disappointed, that even now he is being singled out.
((can Usul read anything into the 'strange look' that the host gave him? - insight 18))
((edit: reply to above)) Usul looks to Sil, not letting the host's look get to him and replies, "Ah! Nothing is very far in 'tide if you know a couple shortcuts. We can show you the way later."
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Silthras smiles, "It's good knowing someone with local knowledge." Then his smile broadens, "Just so long as they don't know you too well, eh?"
He looks down at the new shield for a moment, before asking. "You wouldn't perhaps know where I might find armour of a magical kind, would you?"
"We'll ask Mr. Kwiz when we see him later." Usul says. "We're pretty sure he knew a place to put in orders, though sometimes it took a while for the thing to be delivered. He never seemed to mind waiting though..." clearly surprised, being not nearly as patient of a person as his elderly gnome friend.
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Silthras smiles as he watches the pipe-smoking gentle-gnome sitting across from him, then nods. "Waiting is always the hard part" he says. He seems deep in thought as he looks off into the distance, speaking quietly, "It's a time when the resolve of armies can crumble, and soldiers desert."
"But that is not the risk here" he says quickly, his focus once again on the gnome. "I doubt I could afford more than a deposit on what I want; and maybe, our new hosts might have some contacts as well."
While they wait for their drinks and the others make conversation, Kal tilts his head as he spots the dejected man. "Guess not everyone here is having a good time." He says, nodding towards the priest once he has the others' attention. "Do people normally sulk like that in places like this?"
Likewise to Syl, Velyra would order a glass of wine, happy to have whatever their host recommends. Trips to places like this were rare to her, but not an entirely new experience. Archaeological societies sometimes felt like expensive hobby clubs.
"Well this is a far cry from that broken down inn at Feycrest..."
Her attention turns towards the man Kal pointed out, "looking to take on yet another problem?"
Silthras nods, "I noticed him too", and he shrugs to the question. "I prefer to drown my sorrows in good company if I can, in private if not."
"I wonder what it is that has him so upset." He takes a closer look trying to identify his particular faith, then turns to Velyra, "With all that we have learned recently, I wonder how many others who might have learned things that terrify them. Can you tell whom he follows?"
@DM: Happy to reroll perception, but would prefer not ;-) !
Religion check if needed: 14
Looking over the tavern, Silthras would immediately spot the same character Kal had. Other than that, everyone else here seems relatively normal, and he certainly wouldn't mark anyone as threatening.
((As a quick aside, Usul would be able to let you know that Ozmoto's Den is a place he's seen but hasn't really gone into. He may not have picked up on why, but he would understand that the general sentiment was to avoid that place. He'd also let you know that he could get you there in a solid 45 minutes. Faster if you want to run the whole way.))
Usul would have read the look as something akin to shock, perhaps a flash of fear. He'd notice it happened as the host's gaze slipped over his hands.
As you're discussing this distraught priest, the half-elf from earlier quietly reappears, sliding the drinks into their respective owners on the table. "Need anything else, just flag me down." He says, and if no one stops him for any reason, he's quickly off to help other guests.
Turning your attention back to the man, it's rather difficult to see from this angle, but you can just glimpse the symbol of Amah hanging from his neck.
"I would be shocked if there weren't at least some among the clergy who had a small idea of what was going on. Messages from the divine can be hard to interpret sometimes, but I would expect at least some warning to make it through..." Velyra replies, watching the man with interest. Her relationship to her deity was abnormal in some regards, borne out of a curiosity and admiration for Sandail's past with this realm. Perhaps that was why he had been so silent in regards to the threat they face.
"Do we wish to invite him over and find out?"
Silthras nods slowly, "Either that or one of us goes over there; I'm happy to ask, but it might be better coming from a fellow traveller." His eyes scan between Velyra and Kal, settling on Velyra, questioning.
Noticing the Host notice his rings, Usul quietly slips them all off his fingers and into his pouch beneath the table. While the others talk he then starts making making a mental list of shiny things around them, hopefully at other tables while taking a sip of his drink, following Sil's example.
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With a nod, she takes a parting sip of her wine and slides out of her chair to go approach the man. She eases into the seat across from him slowly, trying not to startle him. Charisma. Subtly. Social aptitude. These were not the sort of things in Velyra's wheelhouse so to speak. Bluntly, she asks the man. "Are you alright?"
As Velyra sits at the table, the priest snaps out of his thousand-yard stare, looking over his shoulder around the room. Now that you're sitting in front of him, you can see that he's maybe in his early thirties, with close cropped black hair and dark brown eyes. As he finally turns back into his seat to look at you, there is still a somber look in his eyes. "Apologies, I didn't stop to think how I present myself could be...bothersome to those around me. I'm fine, just a long day of theological discussions."
With your insightful nature(passive 17), you can tell he's being a bit careful with his words. He might not be outright lying, but there's definitely an omission happening.
The roll was 14 before. I thought it only changed the roll if you entered another dice roll in the post. Apparently editing with text will change it too? Spaghetti code.
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