The woman turns toward you, leaning up from behind the desk , her smiling mouth half-filled with food, her voluminous black hair framing her face. "Oh. Hi there! Welcome to Seams there's a Way," she says as she tires to quickly swallow. "Sorry not many people come in that early in the day. What can I do for you young sir?"
Jeremiah blushes a little ‘I, uh, am in need of some better clothes. But hard wearing ones. With pockets.’ he looks a little distracted for a moment, and then sighs ‘Also some wizardly robes, if you have them. Apparently they’re not just a stereo….’ another pause, ‘Stereotype…’
‘I’m Jeremiah by the way.’ he adds ‘Me and a friend are the new owners of Trollskull Manor.’
"Well aren't you the cutest little guy. Good to know that old place will have new owners. Been quiet around here without that tavern. The new one just isn't as nice. Come come. Zendasa will get you measured. Once I do that I can see about fixing up some clothes to fit you. Now for those robes..." She goes on and on for the next few hours as she takes your measurements and tailors a nice set of clothes and wizard robes that fit your specifications. Total cost for both is 20gp.
Guardian, as you are cleaning, you notice something strange in the dust. The words, "Last Call" are written there. As you continue to clean, occasionally your cleaning supplies randomly get knocked over or spilled. You don't think you are being that clumsy to knock it all over.
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I don't suppose...nah. Guardian keeps cleaning but decides to "leave" his bucket for a moment and wipe off a window sill. He tries to surreptitiously watch it.
After a little bit the bucket falls off the windowsill. You know the bucket wasn't set down precariously. It acted like someone knocked it off the edge.
On his way back to the manor, Jeremiah stops off at the building with the cat’s eye hanging outside… ‘Yes, I agree, that could be interesting…’he mumbles, before pushing the door open and stepping inside…
’Good afternoon!’ he says as he walks in, looking around…
After a couple of moments, a young man opens the door. Dressed in a slim suit and holding a pipe he glances down at you. "Welcome to the Tiger's Eye private detective. Come in. What can I do for you?" Inside is a regal apartment dimly lit by flickering oil lamps.
‘Hello! I’m Jeremiah. Me and some friends are the new owners of Trollskull Manor, I just wanted to say hello and find out what sort of place this was…’
"Ah the new owners. Tis good to see the old place under new management. I am Vincent Trench and I am a private investigator," he says in a soft and silky voice. "Do you have any plans for the manor? It is a grand place. Used to be a right good tavern back when."
"Sad bit of business that. The owner had a heart attack one night. It was a nice place. Occasionally I'd go by after a successful investigation. Always a cheerful place."
Jeremiah shrugs ‘We picked it up off a cash poor guy in lieu of payment for rescuing his friend from kidnapping. If he’s an author I don’t think he’s sold many books…’Noting the time he moves to leave ‘Nice to meet you, Mr Tench. We have a couple people to visit still today, so I’d better get going.’ his stomach grumbles ‘I’m hoping there’ll be food ready when I get home!’ he grins
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(I’ve just realised the difference between fancy dress clothes, and fancy-dress clothes too! 😂)
Jeremiah heads into the clothes shop, making sure his coin pouch is prominently displayed, since he’s looking pretty ragged at the moment.
’Good morning?’ he says, voice breaking a little..
The woman turns toward you, leaning up from behind the desk , her smiling mouth half-filled with food, her voluminous black hair framing her face. "Oh. Hi there! Welcome to Seams there's a Way," she says as she tires to quickly swallow. "Sorry not many people come in that early in the day. What can I do for you young sir?"
Jeremiah blushes a little ‘I, uh, am in need of some better clothes. But hard wearing ones. With pockets.’ he looks a little distracted for a moment, and then sighs ‘Also some wizardly robes, if you have them. Apparently they’re not just a stereo….’ another pause, ‘Stereotype…’
‘I’m Jeremiah by the way.’ he adds ‘Me and a friend are the new owners of Trollskull Manor.’
"Well aren't you the cutest little guy. Good to know that old place will have new owners. Been quiet around here without that tavern. The new one just isn't as nice. Come come. Zendasa will get you measured. Once I do that I can see about fixing up some clothes to fit you. Now for those robes..." She goes on and on for the next few hours as she takes your measurements and tailors a nice set of clothes and wizard robes that fit your specifications. Total cost for both is 20gp.
Guardian, as you are cleaning, you notice something strange in the dust. The words, "Last Call" are written there. As you continue to clean, occasionally your cleaning supplies randomly get knocked over or spilled. You don't think you are being that clumsy to knock it all over.
I don't suppose...nah. Guardian keeps cleaning but decides to "leave" his bucket for a moment and wipe off a window sill. He tries to surreptitiously watch it.
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After a little bit the bucket falls off the windowsill. You know the bucket wasn't set down precariously. It acted like someone knocked it off the edge.
"Hmm, guess we'll have something to discuss over dinner tonight." He mumbles and continues cleaning.
On his way back to the manor, Jeremiah stops off at the building with the cat’s eye hanging outside… ‘Yes, I agree, that could be interesting…’ he mumbles, before pushing the door open and stepping inside…
’Good afternoon!’ he says as he walks in, looking around…As you pish the door you find it to be locked. There is a bell hanging by the door.
Jeremiah rings the bell, and waits to see what happens...
After a couple of moments, a young man opens the door. Dressed in a slim suit and holding a pipe he glances down at you. "Welcome to the Tiger's Eye private detective. Come in. What can I do for you?" Inside is a regal apartment dimly lit by flickering oil lamps.
‘Hello! I’m Jeremiah. Me and some friends are the new owners of Trollskull Manor, I just wanted to say hello and find out what sort of place this was…’
"Ah the new owners. Tis good to see the old place under new management. I am Vincent Trench and I am a private investigator," he says in a soft and silky voice. "Do you have any plans for the manor? It is a grand place. Used to be a right good tavern back when."
'We're just getting it tidied up and clean first, then we'll worth out what to do. What do you recall about it when it was open? Why did it close?'
"Sad bit of business that. The owner had a heart attack one night. It was a nice place. Occasionally I'd go by after a successful investigation. Always a cheerful place."
Jeremiah sighs 'That's a shame. It must have sat empty since then...?'
"Unfortunately. Passed hands a few times. Heard that some big name author bought it a while ago but nothing changed even then."
Jeremiah shrugs ‘We picked it up off a cash poor guy in lieu of payment for rescuing his friend from kidnapping. If he’s an author I don’t think he’s sold many books…’ Noting the time he moves to leave ‘Nice to meet you, Mr Tench. We have a couple people to visit still today, so I’d better get going.’ his stomach grumbles ‘I’m hoping there’ll be food ready when I get home!’ he grins