You are on the road to the town of Greenest, and this is the information you would know as you journey toward it:
The town of Greenest was founded by the halfling Dharva Scatterheart, a rogue who fancied herself the queen of the Greenfields. Scatterheart passed away without ever achieving that level of eminence, but her town grew into a thriving community. Its success isn’t surprising, since Greenest is the only town of any size astride the Uldoon Trail, the most direct road between the eastern cities of the Dragon Coast, Cormyr, and Sembia with the Coast Way running south to the great cities of Amn, Tethyr, and far Calimshan. The trade caravans that pass through Greenest bring gold to the town’s merchants and craftsfolk, and Governor Nighthill runs the town at the behest of the inhabitants.
Greenest is just around the bend, and this is a popular place to stop and rest for just a moment before the town comes into view. (Please take a moment to introduce your character to the group, and you may reveal what brings you to Greenest).
Sitting on a tree stump, on the outskirts of town, a gnome rummages through his backpack constantly muttering to himself, mainly in frustration. "Where is it, you put it in here somewhere you fool. Maybe you didn't, what if I left it behind? I can't work without them. It would have been one of the first things I put in here. Which probably means it's at the bottom. Right gear...out you come." He seems nervous but focused on something whilst everything is flying out from his pack. In a few minutes various bits and pieces litter the ground around him. All manner of materials are strewn on the grassy verge. Then finally, "Ahaaa!!! Got it!! He shouts, jumping up and holding a bag of tools in his hand up in the air. A wide grin crosses his face and he's looking very pleased with himself. He looks around as if searching for someone to congratulate him on his achievement, but it goes unnoticed through the bustle of travellers coming and going.
Disappointingly he slumps down with a frown. Then the smile erupts on his face again when he remembers he's found what he needed. He bundles everything back in his bag, in no particular order whatsoever, as quick as he can, then takes a moment to look around and watch people coming and going. Scanning the crowd he sees people leaving the village with sacks of supplies crossing paths with those arriving with empty hands. Amidst the throng he notices a small human child. Standing alone and looking around in tears, clearly having lost his parents or carers for a moment. It briefly reminded the gnome of the day he lost his family, but with the hope that this time, this child would get his back.
He trots over to the child. "Hey little man, have you lost your way? Do you need help?" The child responds through sobs and clearly lost. The gnome has an idea...... "What's your name boy?" And the child blurts out "Clarence!" The gnome says, "Hi Clarence, I have an idea." And he rummages through his pockets and brings out his tools. He turns his back to the boy and his hands shift in a blur across a wooden cube. His tools in the crook of his arm, he constantly stuffs items in the toolbag, drawing out another to replace it and whispering into his hands. A light gradually grows in his palms, but because of the bright sun, this is undetectable by the naked eye. In under a minute he turns back to the child, who's sobbing has finally subsided and has been replaced with a look of curiosity on his face.
"Aaaaaaand, done! Right little fella. When I say so, I need you to shout your mum and dad's name into this little cube. Imagine that they are just right here and you need them back." The boy obliges and does what he's told. "Right then, now that's done I think we can find your parents. Let's just go over here and wait."
The gnome holds the cube aloft and whispers something under his breath. All of a sudden an amplified version of the boy emits from the cube, calling his mother and father. Many people glance their way at the loud noise, and within a few minutes a panicked couple come bursting through the crowd towards their son, hugging and kissing and cursing him at the same time for straying away. They thank the gnome briefly and he simply nods his head back at them, pleased to have helped. Then he turns and gathers his things together and sits back on his tree stump.
He continues muttering to himself again, but things have gone a little quiet close by, and and uneasy feeling comes over him. He looks up to notice he has attracted unwanted attention from some other travellers. He's not one for attention, but he came to this town with trade in mind. He takes a couple of deep breaths.
Standing up, he steps up onto the tree stump, trying to appear a little bit taller for a gnome and introduces himself. He clears his throat, drops his tools and picks them up again. "Hello fellow travellers! My name is gnome, no sorry, it's not gnome, I am a gnome. My name is Inglenook Cogswell. I am a creator of magical constructions, and I have come to Greenest to display my skills, and well my sares. Sell my wares!! And quite frankly I'm pretty bored of travelling. Have you ever travelled so long that your butt hurts from sitting down on carts and bobbing around so much, plus when you have to walk your legs get really tired, and lets face it, with short legs like mine that's not very far right? Sorry, I forgot where I was....um.....Yes! So, I want to spread my creations throughout the land, and to be totally honest I'd quite like a little adventure at the same time. So...erm..... thanks! The name's Inglenook. Did I tell you that? Well, you should be able to find me in the market tomorrow. If I'm allowed in. But I'm now quite hungry and need to sleep soon. And maybe need a foot massage.....So.....Ok and thanks!
And he turns back to his nestle on his stump with his backpack, grumbling in a low voice to himself again....
A large red-haired, female, half orc approaches the little gnome laughing a little too loudly. "You're a funny little gnome! I share your talent for organization." She states matter-of-factly pointing back at her pack with its assortment of things poking out of it.
"And you?"Looking the other half-orc over. "It can be a curse to have a Human and an Orc parent both, but I say we find a new people to call our clan! I've sought solace in Selune and she's guided me to uncover all that is there to discover. Ignorance can be left at home!" She says clapping Breena on the shoulder.
"My clan knew not the value of the peoples that came before us and what they can teach us if only we were willing to learn from their lives. History should be treasured and heeded. Greenest seems a good place to start. Let us travel together and share tales and adventures."
"That was a nice thing you did there with the kid, you're a good one. What is it you sell anyways? Maybe mention that in the pitch?" She whispers to the gnome when a little closer.
Cale stood about fifty feet from the back of the crowd as he watched the amount of interest that the gnome’s little conjuration had created. He had seen magic weavers before, but this was something else – something valuable…
As an idea began to form in his mind, two half-orcs made their way over to the gnome and engaged him in conversation. He had hoped for a bit more time to get a feel for Greenest before working out where the opportunities for personal advancement lay; now it looked like his timetable was moving up.
Pulling his hood down to reveal a mop of curly red hair, the human strides over to the small group and holds out his hand to the gnome: “That was truly impressive Mr Cogswell, you no doubt have a real money spinner on your hands. Now a man of your talent in a strange land may have need of some help, especially in such urban environs; I hear that pickpockets and cutpurses abound in such places.”
The human smiles disarmingly and says “I am Cale, and I am an expert in such matters; let me be your eyes and ears in Greenest”
A horse-drawn wagon full to bursting with bales of hay, sacks of potatoes and onions, and bushel baskets of apples slows as it nears the gathering point outside of town. A ruddy-skinned farmer pulls on the reins and brings the vehicle to a halt near an interesting assortment of folks.
Beside the farmer sits a powerful-looking, bearded human clad in chain mail covered by a plain, faded black tunic. A well-worn shield is slung over his shoulder, a long sword and hand axes at his hips. He slowly rises and dismounts from the bench, pausing to reach for an apple before he gets down.
“Thank ye, good sir for the transport,” Travis says to the farmer, his speech a bit formal given his look. “I shall leave you here.”
“And thank you for taking care a those brigands,”the farmer says. “Forget about the fare. You don’t owe me a thing.”
Travis nods and lifts an apple to his mouth, eating nearly half of it in one bite. “Tis a fair deal,” he says as he chews. He regards the remainder of the apple for a moment, then offers it to horse, who gently (for a horse at any rate) takes the fruit from Travis’s hand.
“Be good to each other,”he says to the man and the horse as he turns away to see that an illusion of some sort has drawn a good deal of attention and gathered an interesting crowd of the sort of people that look like they might know of opportunities for a sellsword like himself. He makes his way over.
“It seems you have a way of drawing people to you,”the armored man says to the gnome. He looks around at the others, nodding to each in turn.
Another human with a hood enters and moves towards the commotion. As he arrives he pulls his cloak down and you see another mop of distinctive curly red hair. A quick double take as you wonder how Cale got over there and re-arrived? But he's not moved? There are two of him, completley identical?
The new Cale looks shocked and starts to talk
"What trickery is this! Why are you dressed like me imposter!? Adventurers seize that man and we will question him, no one dares impersonate the mighty Cale!"
At this point he pulls out his weapon and looks ready to fight....
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Kirari looks up in surprise and moves to grab the nearby Cale in a restraining hold. "Hold up there! Lets get to the bottom of this." intimidation17 - if deemed appropriate by DM.
Then amused, "Grab the other one too! Its not always the accused that's the criminal."She shouts to the others.
The first Cale to arrive lets himself be grappled and bursts out laughing. "This is great! My mama always said that I was too pretty for this world and now there are two of us! Ladies and gentlemen, you are getting a free show right now and I'm enclined to start charging, but if you come back later with five silver apiece then you can enjoy the, er, the Amazing Double Cales! I mean, The Cale Twins! No... Cale By Comparison!!"
Kirari's announcement surprises the first Cale, and Brenna is able to grab the second Cale as well. But before a proper interrogation can start to get to the bottom of this, the sky all of a sudden goes dark. Everyone feels their stomachs turn and see that a dragon has just flown overhead!
On the horizon toward the town of Greenest, you see columns of black smoke rising. What do you do, adventurers?
Kirari drops the first Cale, "Bigger trouble ahead friends. We'll sort you two out later. There'll be trouble in town, injuries to tend and people to get to safety. Who's with me?!" She looks about to the others with urgency.
Inglenook greets each of the newcomers in turn, his usual nervous excitement creeping into his voice.
"Breena, did you say? Erm, well. Half-orc I see . Hmmm, well Breena, I also seem to be one who's been abandoned by their own people. Strange... Very strange. Perhaps we could find our new paths together? Yes that would be exciting wouldn't it?"
"Oh! It seems like half-orcs are raining from the sky today," the gnome exclaims as the red haired cleric joins in the conversation. "Oh yes, very good point..... I should have elaborated on my creations. Although, the funny thing is that I do find that one seems to do better trade when there's some mystery involved, eh?"
To Cale, the gnome looks up curiously at him, studying his face. Inglenook looks down in thought and brushes his hand through his tufts of hair. Then rushes to his backpack to check if there's anything missing. With his head in the bag there is a muffled "pickpockets, he says. Cutpurses. I'm going to have a rotten time if I stay on my own." His head finally exits the bag and he says, "sounds like a very good idea Cale. I'm all for having someone watch my back."
Then the the huge armoured man strides up. Inglenook, takes a couple of sidesteps towards Cale. "Me attract attention? Honestly it's not something I always do intentionally, and sometimes it's attention that I do not want. But I must say, if you don't mind me saying of course, that you're very large and very tall for a human. It's times like these that I wish I was a bit taller, you people are making my neck sore. Oh! I just had an idea. Stilts! Yes that could work. I'll have to have a think, as I'd look a little silly with long legs and really short arms. Heh heh, wouldn't I look funny! What is your name, very large and heavily armoured man?"
Then the second Cale turns up and things go egg shaped. Inglenook is very confused with the situation and wonders whether he's standing next to the correct Cale. He just keeps looking from one to the other whilst words are exchanged.
He backs away slowly when the physical restraining begins. Then seconds later the giant shadow passes over. Inglenook looks up as the dragon flies over, and having never seen one before he trots backward, reaching out blindly for his pack whilst not taking his eyes off the beast. He trips over a root and tumbles to the floor, but quickly regains his feet and stands upright in the hope that no-one noticed. Casually walking to his pack, hefting it onto his shoulder he walks back to the group. Nods to the red haired Cleric. "Yes I will come with you. Looks like the townfolk will need all the help they can get. And he wanders off towards the town talking to himself.
A distant mumbling. "Oh my...Half-orc's, humans, half-elf's and now dragons! We're certainly seeing some variety today Mr Cogswell. Bugger.....I guess this means there's no market tomorrow...."
(Real) Cale stares at the dragon in awe. Tales of these deadly, beautiful monsters permeated the city but he had never thought he would see one himself - much less within a few days of leaving!
His mind works fast to calculate the best option for him here. He looks around for the nearest authority figure, a guard captain or the like. If he spots one he will approach them and say "Sir, I have in my employ a small company of very able rescue workers. What rate can we get for rushing into Greenest and saving those in need??"
There is a shed nearby where travelers stop to rest from the noonday sun, which is smaller than a house, but it has water barrels and a few stools for people to sit on for resting before the final trek into Greenest. People have started running away from where the dragon was headed, but one human female wearing what looks like a guard's uniform is traveling quickly toward the shed and toward Greenest. She vaults to the top of the shed to get a closer look and calls down to the real Cale from the roof upon hearing his question. She says, "By the gods, this is horrible; the town is in flames! People are fleeing, and it looks like more than just the dragon must be causing those flames. Can your rescue team fight? I fear there may not be anyone to rescue unless you hurry!" She pauses and looks down, perhaps struck by the dragonfear, and then states, "I am not sure what I could give you in terms of payment; I was just returning to town myself, but Governor Nighthill will be able to deputize you into the city guard and may have payment for you." She winces in pain and slumps down.
As they rush towards the town she helps the Gnome a little with his gear and nodding about his mention of mystery, she says "I like the way you think, and yes I'd say its working. Well, off we go."
"They look like magnificent beasts" she says agreeing with Breena rushing along beside her, "and I share your enthusiasm. Frightening but awe-inspiring too. You're right, we should be cautious."
She admires the stamina of the man in Chain. Keeping pace with rest and also curious about his name, listening for his answer to the Gnome.
"Other Cale, is there something else I might call you for now? It'll get rather confusing and since I met the other first, perhaps, for now you could go by another name?" She shouts over a shoulder at the second Cale as they move quickly ahead.
Stopping at the nearby shed momentarily to get their bearings, and encountering the returning guard, she watches the quick conversation between Cale and the woman. Then notes her indication of pain and moves forward quickly, "You are injured? Let me see. Maybe I can help." Then expecting the confusion she usually gets as she doesn't look like the typical cleric. She adds some words of introduction, "Kirari, Cleric of Selune. I can help a little before we continue."
The real real Cale, winks at her and says “Yes, I can see how this impostor has caused all manner of confusions,” he says with a sneakily giggle. “you can call be by my middle name “Willian” a pleasure to meet you. Let’s see how we can help!”
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You are on the road to the town of Greenest, and this is the information you would know as you journey toward it:
The town of Greenest was founded by the halfling Dharva Scatterheart, a rogue who fancied herself the queen of the Greenfields. Scatterheart passed away without ever achieving that level of eminence, but her town grew into a thriving community. Its success isn’t surprising, since Greenest is the only town of any size astride the Uldoon Trail, the most direct road between the eastern cities of the Dragon Coast, Cormyr, and Sembia with the Coast Way running south to the great cities of Amn, Tethyr, and far Calimshan. The trade caravans that pass through Greenest bring gold to the town’s merchants and craftsfolk, and Governor Nighthill runs the town at the behest of the inhabitants.
Greenest is just around the bend, and this is a popular place to stop and rest for just a moment before the town comes into view. (Please take a moment to introduce your character to the group, and you may reveal what brings you to Greenest).
Sitting on a tree stump, on the outskirts of town, a gnome rummages through his backpack constantly muttering to himself, mainly in frustration. "Where is it, you put it in here somewhere you fool. Maybe you didn't, what if I left it behind? I can't work without them. It would have been one of the first things I put in here. Which probably means it's at the bottom. Right gear...out you come." He seems nervous but focused on something whilst everything is flying out from his pack. In a few minutes various bits and pieces litter the ground around him. All manner of materials are strewn on the grassy verge. Then finally, "Ahaaa!!! Got it!! He shouts, jumping up and holding a bag of tools in his hand up in the air. A wide grin crosses his face and he's looking very pleased with himself. He looks around as if searching for someone to congratulate him on his achievement, but it goes unnoticed through the bustle of travellers coming and going.
Disappointingly he slumps down with a frown. Then the smile erupts on his face again when he remembers he's found what he needed. He bundles everything back in his bag, in no particular order whatsoever, as quick as he can, then takes a moment to look around and watch people coming and going. Scanning the crowd he sees people leaving the village with sacks of supplies crossing paths with those arriving with empty hands. Amidst the throng he notices a small human child. Standing alone and looking around in tears, clearly having lost his parents or carers for a moment. It briefly reminded the gnome of the day he lost his family, but with the hope that this time, this child would get his back.
He trots over to the child. "Hey little man, have you lost your way? Do you need help?" The child responds through sobs and clearly lost. The gnome has an idea...... "What's your name boy?" And the child blurts out "Clarence!" The gnome says, "Hi Clarence, I have an idea." And he rummages through his pockets and brings out his tools. He turns his back to the boy and his hands shift in a blur across a wooden cube. His tools in the crook of his arm, he constantly stuffs items in the toolbag, drawing out another to replace it and whispering into his hands. A light gradually grows in his palms, but because of the bright sun, this is undetectable by the naked eye. In under a minute he turns back to the child, who's sobbing has finally subsided and has been replaced with a look of curiosity on his face.
"Aaaaaaand, done! Right little fella. When I say so, I need you to shout your mum and dad's name into this little cube. Imagine that they are just right here and you need them back." The boy obliges and does what he's told. "Right then, now that's done I think we can find your parents. Let's just go over here and wait."
The gnome holds the cube aloft and whispers something under his breath. All of a sudden an amplified version of the boy emits from the cube, calling his mother and father. Many people glance their way at the loud noise, and within a few minutes a panicked couple come bursting through the crowd towards their son, hugging and kissing and cursing him at the same time for straying away. They thank the gnome briefly and he simply nods his head back at them, pleased to have helped. Then he turns and gathers his things together and sits back on his tree stump.
He continues muttering to himself again, but things have gone a little quiet close by, and and uneasy feeling comes over him. He looks up to notice he has attracted unwanted attention from some other travellers. He's not one for attention, but he came to this town with trade in mind. He takes a couple of deep breaths.
Standing up, he steps up onto the tree stump, trying to appear a little bit taller for a gnome and introduces himself. He clears his throat, drops his tools and picks them up again. "Hello fellow travellers! My name is gnome, no sorry, it's not gnome, I am a gnome. My name is Inglenook Cogswell. I am a creator of magical constructions, and I have come to Greenest to display my skills, and well my sares. Sell my wares!! And quite frankly I'm pretty bored of travelling. Have you ever travelled so long that your butt hurts from sitting down on carts and bobbing around so much, plus when you have to walk your legs get really tired, and lets face it, with short legs like mine that's not very far right? Sorry, I forgot where I was....um.....Yes! So, I want to spread my creations throughout the land, and to be totally honest I'd quite like a little adventure at the same time. So...erm..... thanks! The name's Inglenook. Did I tell you that? Well, you should be able to find me in the market tomorrow. If I'm allowed in. But I'm now quite hungry and need to sleep soon. And maybe need a foot massage.....So.....Ok and thanks!
And he turns back to his nestle on his stump with his backpack, grumbling in a low voice to himself again....
A large red-haired, female, half orc approaches the little gnome laughing a little too loudly. "You're a funny little gnome! I share your talent for organization." She states matter-of-factly pointing back at her pack with its assortment of things poking out of it.
"And you?" Looking the other half-orc over. "It can be a curse to have a Human and an Orc parent both, but I say we find a new people to call our clan! I've sought solace in Selune and she's guided me to uncover all that is there to discover. Ignorance can be left at home!" She says clapping Breena on the shoulder.
"My clan knew not the value of the peoples that came before us and what they can teach us if only we were willing to learn from their lives. History should be treasured and heeded. Greenest seems a good place to start. Let us travel together and share tales and adventures."
"That was a nice thing you did there with the kid, you're a good one. What is it you sell anyways? Maybe mention that in the pitch?" She whispers to the gnome when a little closer.
Cale stood about fifty feet from the back of the crowd as he watched the amount of interest that the gnome’s little conjuration had created. He had seen magic weavers before, but this was something else – something valuable…
As an idea began to form in his mind, two half-orcs made their way over to the gnome and engaged him in conversation. He had hoped for a bit more time to get a feel for Greenest before working out where the opportunities for personal advancement lay; now it looked like his timetable was moving up.
Pulling his hood down to reveal a mop of curly red hair, the human strides over to the small group and holds out his hand to the gnome: “That was truly impressive Mr Cogswell, you no doubt have a real money spinner on your hands. Now a man of your talent in a strange land may have need of some help, especially in such urban environs; I hear that pickpockets and cutpurses abound in such places.”
The human smiles disarmingly and says “I am Cale, and I am an expert in such matters; let me be your eyes and ears in Greenest”
A horse-drawn wagon full to bursting with bales of hay, sacks of potatoes and onions, and bushel baskets of apples slows as it nears the gathering point outside of town. A ruddy-skinned farmer pulls on the reins and brings the vehicle to a halt near an interesting assortment of folks.
Beside the farmer sits a powerful-looking, bearded human clad in chain mail covered by a plain, faded black tunic. A well-worn shield is slung over his shoulder, a long sword and hand axes at his hips. He slowly rises and dismounts from the bench, pausing to reach for an apple before he gets down.
“Thank ye, good sir for the transport,” Travis says to the farmer, his speech a bit formal given his look. “I shall leave you here.”
“And thank you for taking care a those brigands,” the farmer says. “Forget about the fare. You don’t owe me a thing.”
Travis nods and lifts an apple to his mouth, eating nearly half of it in one bite. “Tis a fair deal,” he says as he chews. He regards the remainder of the apple for a moment, then offers it to horse, who gently (for a horse at any rate) takes the fruit from Travis’s hand.
“Be good to each other,” he says to the man and the horse as he turns away to see that an illusion of some sort has drawn a good deal of attention and gathered an interesting crowd of the sort of people that look like they might know of opportunities for a sellsword like himself. He makes his way over.
“It seems you have a way of drawing people to you,” the armored man says to the gnome. He looks around at the others, nodding to each in turn.
Another human with a hood enters and moves towards the commotion. As he arrives he pulls his cloak down and you see another mop of distinctive curly red hair. A quick double take as you wonder how Cale got over there and re-arrived? But he's not moved? There are two of him, completley identical?
The new Cale looks shocked and starts to talk
"What trickery is this! Why are you dressed like me imposter!? Adventurers seize that man and we will question him, no one dares impersonate the mighty Cale!"
At this point he pulls out his weapon and looks ready to fight....
Kirari looks up in surprise and moves to grab the nearby Cale in a restraining hold. "Hold up there! Lets get to the bottom of this." intimidation 17 - if deemed appropriate by DM.
Then amused, "Grab the other one too! Its not always the accused that's the criminal." She shouts to the others.
@DM roll grapple?
The first Cale to arrive lets himself be grappled and bursts out laughing. "This is great! My mama always said that I was too pretty for this world and now there are two of us! Ladies and gentlemen, you are getting a free show right now and I'm enclined to start charging, but if you come back later with five silver apiece then you can enjoy the, er, the Amazing Double Cales! I mean, The Cale Twins! No... Cale By Comparison!!"
Kirari's announcement surprises the first Cale, and Brenna is able to grab the second Cale as well. But before a proper interrogation can start to get to the bottom of this, the sky all of a sudden goes dark. Everyone feels their stomachs turn and see that a dragon has just flown overhead!
On the horizon toward the town of Greenest, you see columns of black smoke rising. What do you do, adventurers?
Kirari drops the first Cale, "Bigger trouble ahead friends. We'll sort you two out later. There'll be trouble in town, injuries to tend and people to get to safety. Who's with me?!" She looks about to the others with urgency.
“You can count on Cale! Us red heads have to stick together! Let’s see how we can help.”
Travis stands staring at the dragon’s trail, all attention taken from the oddity of the two Cales.
His attention is broken by the call to action from the half-orc woman. “You’re right,” he says. “We have to help.”
He wishes he had a horse but begins trudging toward the town at a rapid pace. Used to his heavy armor, he moves as best he can.
Inglenook greets each of the newcomers in turn, his usual nervous excitement creeping into his voice.
"Breena, did you say? Erm, well. Half-orc I see . Hmmm, well Breena, I also seem to be one who's been abandoned by their own people. Strange... Very strange. Perhaps we could find our new paths together? Yes that would be exciting wouldn't it?"
"Oh! It seems like half-orcs are raining from the sky today," the gnome exclaims as the red haired cleric joins in the conversation. "Oh yes, very good point..... I should have elaborated on my creations. Although, the funny thing is that I do find that one seems to do better trade when there's some mystery involved, eh?"
To Cale, the gnome looks up curiously at him, studying his face. Inglenook looks down in thought and brushes his hand through his tufts of hair. Then rushes to his backpack to check if there's anything missing. With his head in the bag there is a muffled "pickpockets, he says. Cutpurses. I'm going to have a rotten time if I stay on my own." His head finally exits the bag and he says, "sounds like a very good idea Cale. I'm all for having someone watch my back."
Then the the huge armoured man strides up. Inglenook, takes a couple of sidesteps towards Cale. "Me attract attention? Honestly it's not something I always do intentionally, and sometimes it's attention that I do not want. But I must say, if you don't mind me saying of course, that you're very large and very tall for a human. It's times like these that I wish I was a bit taller, you people are making my neck sore. Oh! I just had an idea. Stilts! Yes that could work. I'll have to have a think, as I'd look a little silly with long legs and really short arms. Heh heh, wouldn't I look funny! What is your name, very large and heavily armoured man?"
Then the second Cale turns up and things go egg shaped. Inglenook is very confused with the situation and wonders whether he's standing next to the correct Cale. He just keeps looking from one to the other whilst words are exchanged.
He backs away slowly when the physical restraining begins. Then seconds later the giant shadow passes over. Inglenook looks up as the dragon flies over, and having never seen one before he trots backward, reaching out blindly for his pack whilst not taking his eyes off the beast. He trips over a root and tumbles to the floor, but quickly regains his feet and stands upright in the hope that no-one noticed. Casually walking to his pack, hefting it onto his shoulder he walks back to the group. Nods to the red haired Cleric. "Yes I will come with you. Looks like the townfolk will need all the help they can get. And he wanders off towards the town talking to himself.
A distant mumbling. "Oh my...Half-orc's, humans, half-elf's and now dragons! We're certainly seeing some variety today Mr Cogswell. Bugger.....I guess this means there's no market tomorrow...."
(Real) Cale stares at the dragon in awe. Tales of these deadly, beautiful monsters permeated the city but he had never thought he would see one himself - much less within a few days of leaving!
His mind works fast to calculate the best option for him here. He looks around for the nearest authority figure, a guard captain or the like. If he spots one he will approach them and say "Sir, I have in my employ a small company of very able rescue workers. What rate can we get for rushing into Greenest and saving those in need??"
There is a shed nearby where travelers stop to rest from the noonday sun, which is smaller than a house, but it has water barrels and a few stools for people to sit on for resting before the final trek into Greenest. People have started running away from where the dragon was headed, but one human female wearing what looks like a guard's uniform is traveling quickly toward the shed and toward Greenest. She vaults to the top of the shed to get a closer look and calls down to the real Cale from the roof upon hearing his question. She says, "By the gods, this is horrible; the town is in flames! People are fleeing, and it looks like more than just the dragon must be causing those flames. Can your rescue team fight? I fear there may not be anyone to rescue unless you hurry!" She pauses and looks down, perhaps struck by the dragonfear, and then states, "I am not sure what I could give you in terms of payment; I was just returning to town myself, but Governor Nighthill will be able to deputize you into the city guard and may have payment for you." She winces in pain and slumps down.
As they rush towards the town she helps the Gnome a little with his gear and nodding about his mention of mystery, she says "I like the way you think, and yes I'd say its working. Well, off we go."
"They look like magnificent beasts" she says agreeing with Breena rushing along beside her, "and I share your enthusiasm. Frightening but awe-inspiring too. You're right, we should be cautious."
She admires the stamina of the man in Chain. Keeping pace with rest and also curious about his name, listening for his answer to the Gnome.
"Other Cale, is there something else I might call you for now? It'll get rather confusing and since I met the other first, perhaps, for now you could go by another name?" She shouts over a shoulder at the second Cale as they move quickly ahead.
Stopping at the nearby shed momentarily to get their bearings, and encountering the returning guard, she watches the quick conversation between Cale and the woman. Then notes her indication of pain and moves forward quickly, "You are injured? Let me see. Maybe I can help." Then expecting the confusion she usually gets as she doesn't look like the typical cleric. She adds some words of introduction, "Kirari, Cleric of Selune. I can help a little before we continue."
The real real Cale, winks at her and says “Yes, I can see how this impostor has caused all manner of confusions,” he says with a sneakily giggle. “you can call be by my middle name “Willian” a pleasure to meet you. Let’s see how we can help!”