The skinny man squints at you a few seconds before his face creases into a wide grin. "Hee, hee! You should have seen yer face, elf!" He snatches the crossbow bolt out from its holder and thankfully sets down the heavy crossbow on a table. He turns back to you, "Bildrath Cantimer's the name," he gestures behind him, "and that ox is Perriwinkle."
He sits down at a tall stool behind the bars and flips some paper in a ledger kept there. "Rapier, shield, studded leathers - ooh, that one might be tricky...hmmm. Perry!" he mutters to himself before shouting. Bildrath mutters something to Perriwinkle who dutifully goes back into the aisles. He comes back with a nice rapier, with sheath and a shield with a depiction of a stag on the front. Then turns around and moves to the right, where wooden mannequin stand is and takes the studded leather off, including gloves and helmet. "Alright, rapier and shield that'll be 100 gold. And for the leather armor, that's 300 gold. For an extra 50, we can dye it whatever colour you like....for an elf such as yerself, well depedning on yer bent, a light green or grey, or even blue." He claps his hands. "Okay, if yer wantin' it all that'll be 400 - or 450 with the dye."
Talion glances around, then leans forward, smiles, and speaks in low tones. "I didn't listen as much as I should have to Stanimir, he talked a lot the first night, but I mostly slept. He said he wants us to see a lady by the name of Eva. Can you tell me much about her? What we should expect?"
They grin at you. "Madam Eva knows all, don't ye know darlin'?" She says this rather condescendingly but continues. "If you want to know about your fate here, you'd be wise to see her. I am guessing that's where the old git is taking you. There's not much to tell. She's got the sight, the gift. You may not like what she tells you though."
"Bildrath and Periwinkle, very nice to meet you. You did have me going, I admit." A sigh and visible relaxation from the elf. Erven steps forward toward the counter to look at the goods. "These are very nice Bildrath. Tell me. Do you get a lot of business in here? Tell me what you're selling a lot of during the week." He pauses, listening to Bildrath and encouraging him to tell him about his business.
"While I am impressed with the quality of that rapier and the look of the shield and armor, I don't think I have enough coin to purchase them. The prices that you mention are higher than I am accustomed to, and that may just be because of trade routes, availability, supply and demand you know. But nevertheless, I don't think I can afford them. Anything else that you have that I should look at here, unique items, any special deals that you have?" Erven stretches, popping his neck, pulling his arms to the sides, and stretches his back as he talks to Bildrath and Periwinkle, looking at the store and contents, glancing for anything he can observe, the interested customer.
They grin at you. "Madam Eva knows all, don't ye know darlin'?" She says this rather condescendingly but continues. "If you want to know about your fate here, you'd be wise to see her. I am guessing that's where the old git is taking you. There's not much to tell. She's got the sight, the gift. You may not like what she tells you though."
Talion grins, "No-one here tells me things I like to hear. 'No you can't leave', 'no we don't sell herbs or incense', 'no, it is not for me to say''...if someone told me something I liked, I reckon they'd be lying." he shakes his head, then looks in the direction of the bar. "How much does a barrel of ale or cider cost?"
She grins. "Well, fun night ahead, eh darlin'? My kind of man. You like to dance? Well, a barrel, that's about 40 gallons...20 gold for the ale, 30 for the cider."
Talion winces, "Yep. That's my point. No-one tells me anything I want to hear. Prove me wrong: is it really good ale?" Then he grins. "And remember, don't lie!"
Bertolt will return to the manor without the pit stops for now, making his way to the area when books are mentioned. He will set about searching for any books that may have a history of either Strahd or the layout of Barovia.
Talion winces, "Yep. That's my point. No-one tells me anything I want to hear. Prove me wrong: is it really good ale?" Then he grins. "And remember, don't lie!"
She laughs, a musical lilting laugh and she leans closer, "Oh honey, it's the best. Listen, I can make you a preferred customer if you like, it will bring the price down. There is one condition though, it's a bit strange but we all have our strange things, don't we?"
"Bildrath and Periwinkle, very nice to meet you. You did have me going, I admit." A sigh and visible relaxation from the elf. Erven steps forward toward the counter to look at the goods. "These are very nice Bildrath. Tell me. Do you get a lot of business in here? Tell me what you're selling a lot of during the week." He pauses, listening to Bildrath and encouraging him to tell him about his business.
"While I am impressed with the quality of that rapier and the look of the shield and armor, I don't think I have enough coin to purchase them. The prices that you mention are higher than I am accustomed to, and that may just be because of trade routes, availability, supply and demand you know. But nevertheless, I don't think I can afford them. Anything else that you have that I should look at here, unique items, any special deals that you have?" Erven stretches, popping his neck, pulling his arms to the sides, and stretches his back as he talks to Bildrath and Periwinkle, looking at the store and contents, glancing for anything he can observe, the interested customer.
Bildrath raises his eyebrow at you and clicks his mouth. He looks at Perriwinkle before speaking. "Well, You know, there is a reason for these bars." He taps on them. "It serves to keep "them" out of here, if you know who I am meaning. You can barely tell them apart, you know. I could lower my prices some, if you were willing to submit to a small test to show you're not hiding anything; that you're not pining for me an' Perry's blood over there..."
Talion winces, "Yep. That's my point. No-one tells me anything I want to hear. Prove me wrong: is it really good ale?" Then he grins. "And remember, don't lie!"
She laughs, a musical lilting laugh and she leans closer, "Oh honey, it's the best. Listen, I can make you a preferred customer if you like, it will bring the price down. There is one condition though, it's a bit strange but we all have our strange things, don't we?"
Talion tilts his head to one side, looks much more closely at the vistani woman, then grins, "Does it involve a whole dead chicken, or just the feathers?"
Erven stares blankly at Bildrath, repeats the word "Test." "Right. What kind of... test? Look, I follow Sehanie Moonbow, she guides me and my actions. I hunt the undead. I kill them, with my bow and my sword. What would you have me do? What if you take the test as well, so that I know that I am not dealing with one of Her minions right now?" When he says her, he says it with venom, so that Bildrath will know very well who he's talking about.
Talion winces, "Yep. That's my point. No-one tells me anything I want to hear. Prove me wrong: is it really good ale?" Then he grins. "And remember, don't lie!"
She laughs, a musical lilting laugh and she leans closer, "Oh honey, it's the best. Listen, I can make you a preferred customer if you like, it will bring the price down. There is one condition though, it's a bit strange but we all have our strange things, don't we?"
Talion tilts his head to one side, looks much more closely at the vistani woman, then grins, "Does it involve a whole dead chicken, or just the feathers?"
The woman feigns surprise and laughs. "Oh no, nothing like that! Oh, well sort of - maybe just the feathers." She giggles and leans close. "Fingernails." She produces a small pouch which she shows you. It's full of fingernail clippings. "We use them in the fermenting process of one of our finest wines. Strange, I know. But you don't realize how long it takes to collect enough of them to viably aid the process! You give me some fingernails and I'll drop the price of the ale to 6 gold for a barrel, the cider 8 gold." She sets a small set of clippers on the table and waits for your response.
Erven stares blankly at Bildrath, repeats the word "Test." "Right. What kind of... test? Look, I follow Sehanie Moonbow, she guides me and my actions. I hunt the undead. I kill them, with my bow and my sword. What would you have me do? What if you take the test as well, so that I know that I am not dealing with one of Her minions right now?" When he says her, he says it with venom, so that Bildrath will know very well who he's talking about.
Bildrath nods and mutters, "Yes, yes, yes. All fine and good. You're the bright shining light in this dark place. Look son, I've seen people like you before and they all turn out the same. The test is simple: you cut me off a piece of yer elfy hair and I put it in this vial here. If it turns red, yer on yer way to bein' a servant of darkness. If it stays clear, yer fine and tellin' me an' Perry the truth, see? The solution in the vial is from a wizardy sciency type we had through some years back. Called it 'evil serum' or some such nonsense. All I know is it tells me who's gonna be trouble and who ain't." He gestures towards the shears over on the table on your side of the bars. "That'll bring yer price down to half, Moonbower." He awaits your response.
The woman feigns surprise and laughs. "Oh no, nothing like that! Oh, well sort of - maybe just the feathers." She giggles and leans close. "Fingernails." She produces a small pouch which she shows you. It's full of fingernail clippings. "We use them in the fermenting process of one of our finest wines. Strange, I know. But you don't realize how long it takes to collect enough of them to viably aid the process! You give me some fingernails and I'll drop the price of the ale to 6 gold for a barrel, the cider 8 gold." She sets a small set of clippers on the table and waits for your response.
Talion sighs theatrically, and looks disappointed. "That's quite a discount. Do you also sell incense or herbs?"
@DM: Does Talion know of anything to do with adverse effects of handing body parts to strange women?
The woman looks surprised at the look on your face. "What's wrong? That's a big discount! We might have some cinnamon and other cooking herbs. Fancy yourself a chef, hon?"
[Hmm, maybe roll a history or an arcana check, Talion].
You don’t recall anything specific about giving away body parts to strange women but generally, you might react in the negative. Still you don’t see or recall any specific harm coming from giving up some fingernails. (You might remind yourself not to drink THAT particular drink however).
“Hmm, magicky herbs then? Well, shouldn’t say this but you could always just go look for some. Other than that, Bildrath’ll have what you need. Crazy shit, he is. My sister here can go fetch them for ya, if ya want. So what’ll it be hon?”
Meanwhile back at the mansion, Onyx goes into every room that has a bed and works on creating a perimeter around them, chanting and praying to Lathander to help protect his companions and Ismark and Irek throughout their rest.
Roll persuasion Erven, with advantage!
DM - And In The Darkness, Rot: The Sunless Citadel
DM - Our Little Lives Kept In Equipoise: Curse of Strahd
DM - Misprize Thou Not These Shadows That Belong: The Lost Mines of Phandelver
PC - Azzure - Tyranny of Dragons
Erven persuasion : 16
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
The skinny man squints at you a few seconds before his face creases into a wide grin. "Hee, hee! You should have seen yer face, elf!" He snatches the crossbow bolt out from its holder and thankfully sets down the heavy crossbow on a table. He turns back to you, "Bildrath Cantimer's the name," he gestures behind him, "and that ox is Perriwinkle."
He sits down at a tall stool behind the bars and flips some paper in a ledger kept there. "Rapier, shield, studded leathers - ooh, that one might be tricky...hmmm. Perry!" he mutters to himself before shouting. Bildrath mutters something to Perriwinkle who dutifully goes back into the aisles. He comes back with a nice rapier, with sheath and a shield with a depiction of a stag on the front. Then turns around and moves to the right, where wooden mannequin stand is and takes the studded leather off, including gloves and helmet.
"Alright, rapier and shield that'll be 100 gold. And for the leather armor, that's 300 gold. For an extra 50, we can dye it whatever colour you like....for an elf such as yerself, well depedning on yer bent, a light green or grey, or even blue." He claps his hands. "Okay, if yer wantin' it all that'll be 400 - or 450 with the dye."
DM - And In The Darkness, Rot: The Sunless Citadel
DM - Our Little Lives Kept In Equipoise: Curse of Strahd
DM - Misprize Thou Not These Shadows That Belong: The Lost Mines of Phandelver
PC - Azzure - Tyranny of Dragons
They grin at you. "Madam Eva knows all, don't ye know darlin'?" She says this rather condescendingly but continues. "If you want to know about your fate here, you'd be wise to see her. I am guessing that's where the old git is taking you. There's not much to tell. She's got the sight, the gift. You may not like what she tells you though."
DM - And In The Darkness, Rot: The Sunless Citadel
DM - Our Little Lives Kept In Equipoise: Curse of Strahd
DM - Misprize Thou Not These Shadows That Belong: The Lost Mines of Phandelver
PC - Azzure - Tyranny of Dragons
"Bildrath and Periwinkle, very nice to meet you. You did have me going, I admit." A sigh and visible relaxation from the elf. Erven steps forward toward the counter to look at the goods. "These are very nice Bildrath. Tell me. Do you get a lot of business in here? Tell me what you're selling a lot of during the week." He pauses, listening to Bildrath and encouraging him to tell him about his business.
"While I am impressed with the quality of that rapier and the look of the shield and armor, I don't think I have enough coin to purchase them. The prices that you mention are higher than I am accustomed to, and that may just be because of trade routes, availability, supply and demand you know. But nevertheless, I don't think I can afford them. Anything else that you have that I should look at here, unique items, any special deals that you have?" Erven stretches, popping his neck, pulling his arms to the sides, and stretches his back as he talks to Bildrath and Periwinkle, looking at the store and contents, glancing for anything he can observe, the interested customer.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Talion grins, "No-one here tells me things I like to hear. 'No you can't leave', 'no we don't sell herbs or incense', 'no, it is not for me to say''...if someone told me something I liked, I reckon they'd be lying." he shakes his head, then looks in the direction of the bar. "How much does a barrel of ale or cider cost?"
She grins. "Well, fun night ahead, eh darlin'? My kind of man. You like to dance? Well, a barrel, that's about 40 gallons...20 gold for the ale, 30 for the cider."
DM - And In The Darkness, Rot: The Sunless Citadel
DM - Our Little Lives Kept In Equipoise: Curse of Strahd
DM - Misprize Thou Not These Shadows That Belong: The Lost Mines of Phandelver
PC - Azzure - Tyranny of Dragons
Talion winces, "Yep. That's my point. No-one tells me anything I want to hear. Prove me wrong: is it really good ale?" Then he grins. "And remember, don't lie!"
Bertolt will return to the manor without the pit stops for now, making his way to the area when books are mentioned. He will set about searching for any books that may have a history of either Strahd or the layout of Barovia.
She laughs, a musical lilting laugh and she leans closer, "Oh honey, it's the best. Listen, I can make you a preferred customer if you like, it will bring the price down. There is one condition though, it's a bit strange but we all have our strange things, don't we?"
DM - And In The Darkness, Rot: The Sunless Citadel
DM - Our Little Lives Kept In Equipoise: Curse of Strahd
DM - Misprize Thou Not These Shadows That Belong: The Lost Mines of Phandelver
PC - Azzure - Tyranny of Dragons
Bildrath raises his eyebrow at you and clicks his mouth. He looks at Perriwinkle before speaking. "Well, You know, there is a reason for these bars." He taps on them. "It serves to keep "them" out of here, if you know who I am meaning. You can barely tell them apart, you know. I could lower my prices some, if you were willing to submit to a small test to show you're not hiding anything; that you're not pining for me an' Perry's blood over there..."
DM - And In The Darkness, Rot: The Sunless Citadel
DM - Our Little Lives Kept In Equipoise: Curse of Strahd
DM - Misprize Thou Not These Shadows That Belong: The Lost Mines of Phandelver
PC - Azzure - Tyranny of Dragons
Talion tilts his head to one side, looks much more closely at the vistani woman, then grins, "Does it involve a whole dead chicken, or just the feathers?"
Erven stares blankly at Bildrath, repeats the word "Test." "Right. What kind of... test? Look, I follow Sehanie Moonbow, she guides me and my actions. I hunt the undead. I kill them, with my bow and my sword. What would you have me do? What if you take the test as well, so that I know that I am not dealing with one of Her minions right now?" When he says her, he says it with venom, so that Bildrath will know very well who he's talking about.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
The woman feigns surprise and laughs. "Oh no, nothing like that! Oh, well sort of - maybe just the feathers." She giggles and leans close. "Fingernails." She produces a small pouch which she shows you. It's full of fingernail clippings. "We use them in the fermenting process of one of our finest wines. Strange, I know. But you don't realize how long it takes to collect enough of them to viably aid the process! You give me some fingernails and I'll drop the price of the ale to 6 gold for a barrel, the cider 8 gold." She sets a small set of clippers on the table and waits for your response.
DM - And In The Darkness, Rot: The Sunless Citadel
DM - Our Little Lives Kept In Equipoise: Curse of Strahd
DM - Misprize Thou Not These Shadows That Belong: The Lost Mines of Phandelver
PC - Azzure - Tyranny of Dragons
Bildrath nods and mutters, "Yes, yes, yes. All fine and good. You're the bright shining light in this dark place. Look son, I've seen people like you before and they all turn out the same. The test is simple: you cut me off a piece of yer elfy hair and I put it in this vial here. If it turns red, yer on yer way to bein' a servant of darkness. If it stays clear, yer fine and tellin' me an' Perry the truth, see? The solution in the vial is from a wizardy sciency type we had through some years back. Called it 'evil serum' or some such nonsense. All I know is it tells me who's gonna be trouble and who ain't." He gestures towards the shears over on the table on your side of the bars. "That'll bring yer price down to half, Moonbower." He awaits your response.
DM - And In The Darkness, Rot: The Sunless Citadel
DM - Our Little Lives Kept In Equipoise: Curse of Strahd
DM - Misprize Thou Not These Shadows That Belong: The Lost Mines of Phandelver
PC - Azzure - Tyranny of Dragons
Talion sighs theatrically, and looks disappointed. "That's quite a discount. Do you also sell incense or herbs?"
@DM: Does Talion know of anything to do with adverse effects of handing body parts to strange women?
The woman looks surprised at the look on your face. "What's wrong? That's a big discount! We might have some cinnamon and other cooking herbs. Fancy yourself a chef, hon?"
[Hmm, maybe roll a history or an arcana check, Talion].
DM - And In The Darkness, Rot: The Sunless Citadel
DM - Our Little Lives Kept In Equipoise: Curse of Strahd
DM - Misprize Thou Not These Shadows That Belong: The Lost Mines of Phandelver
PC - Azzure - Tyranny of Dragons
Talion grins, "I was hoping for feathers.But the discount is good." He then explains the kinds of herbs he wants.
History/Arcana (same): 14
(( @DM I have no idea what kind of herbs he wants, it just says 10gp worth. Dunno if a wheel barrow load of rosemary is good enough! ))
You don’t recall anything specific about giving away body parts to strange women but generally, you might react in the negative. Still you don’t see or recall any specific harm coming from giving up some fingernails. (You might remind yourself not to drink THAT particular drink however).
“Hmm, magicky herbs then? Well, shouldn’t say this but you could always just go look for some. Other than that, Bildrath’ll have what you need. Crazy shit, he is. My sister here can go fetch them for ya, if ya want. So what’ll it be hon?”
DM - And In The Darkness, Rot: The Sunless Citadel
DM - Our Little Lives Kept In Equipoise: Curse of Strahd
DM - Misprize Thou Not These Shadows That Belong: The Lost Mines of Phandelver
PC - Azzure - Tyranny of Dragons
Meanwhile back at the mansion, Onyx goes into every room that has a bed and works on creating a perimeter around them, chanting and praying to Lathander to help protect his companions and Ismark and Irek throughout their rest.
DM - And In The Darkness, Rot: The Sunless Citadel
DM - Our Little Lives Kept In Equipoise: Curse of Strahd
DM - Misprize Thou Not These Shadows That Belong: The Lost Mines of Phandelver
PC - Azzure - Tyranny of Dragons