+2 from Biter for an Aid Another Profession(Cook) check??
"This is called wine, have you had it before?" After letting the goblin enjoy the beverage for a few minutes, he continues, "So, what brings you here to Limbo, my young friend?"
"Mors wasing give Biter some wine once. Eh... it is'ing not so good as some other drinkings." Biter takes another long gulp of the wine, "Biter wasing coming back to Limbo for paying Mors back for damages Biter been doing here." He runs his red eyes over the place as if seeing some scene play out. "Biter is being responsible for breaking that table, those chairs, those pictures, those drinking bottles, that cabinet, those stairs, that rail, that column, that door, that door, that other door, and that part of the bar."
Biter looks around to make sure he caught everything...
"oh yah... that last waiting girl, too."
Takes another sip.
"you? MMM.. this stew is being good."
Gyldyr
Biter looks around to make sure he caught everything...
"oh yah... that last waiting girl, too."
Takes another sip.
"you? MMM.. this stew is being good."
Feldus's eyes light up when he hears the last part. "So, you took care of the last serving girl, why, what did she do to you?"
The Skinny Man's interest in Biter seems to encourage the tiny warrior.
"She wasing not very pretty, first of all. She wasing coming in that morning with some big kind of hairy looking man. Him wasing being really short. Wait. Maybe hairy man wasing being a dwarf. It is not really mattering. Hairy Man Dwarf wasing coming in yelling at everyone. Biter is not liking for being yelling at. Biter wasing begining yeling back. Hairy Man Dwarf throw punch…" Biter grins wickedly "Hairy Man Dwarf is not coming back."
Biter looks down into his now-empty glass, "Hey, ising you having any more of this wine, Skinny Man? What wasing the question?"
Feldus motions for a refill on the goblin's wine, and also his own glass was nearly empty. After the delicious stew and the pleasant wine was downed, it started leaving a very pleasant buzz in his head. That witch sure has been gone a while, probably planning her escape. Well I have both time and money, something she doesn't have, he he.
"Innkeep, a room please, I feel tired and wish to rest."
With his cup refilled, the large goblin sits back in his chair and drifts off into a day-dream, occasionally sipping the dark red wine.
... sip ...
... siiiiiiiiiiip ...
Feldus watches the goblin steadily get more drunk with each sip. He, he, he won't be awake long, and when he wakes up the next day...I'm gonna have some fun with him.
He motions to Mors, waving him over, "Eh, is my room ready now? Hopefully the maid did a good job in there, he heheheeeee!"
He turns to find his way to his room, then turns to Mors, and says, pointing at the near-comatose goblin"I think he's gonna be passed out soon, he can stay in my room tonight, I am feeling generous for some reason, he heehehe! Make sure he makes it up there, if you don't mind."
After he leaves the common room, you all hear him start cackling madly for some reason.
Once Feldus leaves, Olivier gets up from his table and approaches the bar. Though he leans in toward Mors, his normally quavering voice sounds somewhat stronger than it has of late.
"Friend Mors, I certainly do not wish to create friction where there needn't be any, but that rank and malodorous individual seems to cause in me a slight increase in bile production. It is not my wont to speak out of turn unnecessarily, so I will merely make a counter-offer. Biter can stay in my room for the evening, and I will happily proffer an honorarium on his behalf."
The old man leans in a bit closer.
"If you deem it necessary, I would have no issue with you hinting that this arrangement was ratified earlier... say, for example, some time prior to the proposition made by that pungent fellow."
With that, Olivier lifts his hand from the bar, revealing 5 shiny gold coins.
"I think he's gonna be passed out soon, he can stay in my room tonight, I am feeling generous for some reason, he heehehe! Make sure he makes it up there, if you don't mind."
"Friend Mors, I certainly do not wish to create friction where there needn't be any, but that rank and malodorous individual seems to cause in me a slight increase in bile production. It is not my wont to speak out of turn unnecessarily, so I will merely make a counter-offer. Biter can stay in my room for the evening, and I will happily proffer an honorarium on his behalf."
Biter comes out of his wine day-dream and watches Skinny Man walk up the stairs and out of the common room, cackling madly.
…Skinny Man is odd and not being trusted…
He realizes (despite his brain's fogginess) the Skinny Man is trying to get him drunk… and I guess mostly succeeding.
Biter drops heavily from the chair, taking a second to steady himself, and heads over to where Mors is resting an elbow on the bar-top chatting with Olivier. He manages to only stagger every third step or so.
"Biter isshh'ing thinking…." his red eyes unfocus briefly, but he fights through it with a shake of his round head, "…isshh'ing thinking that Shhkinny Mann ish'ing being verrrrrry shtrange..." There is a pregnant pause while Biter orders his fleeting thoughts. "Biter ish'ing remembering Friend Morssssh' bright crafty ideassshh when they isssh'ing being adventuring together… *hic*…. Issh'ing Morrssh having any advisshe for Biter now? Occshh Okaansshsh wisdom ishh'ing being appresshhiated as well."
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"I'm sure the offer is appreciated gentleman, but we still have many rooms available, and Biter is good for the coin."
Olivier reaches over and pulls three of the coins back and slips them into his cracked and worn satchel.
"Fair enough, young man... then consider these coins a remuneration for my own room and board. Oh my, that stew does produce a favorable olfactory impression, does it not!?"
"Biter isshh'ing thinking…." his red eyes unfocus briefly, but he fights through it with a shake of his round head, "…isshh'ing thinking that Shhkinny Mann ish'ing being verrrrrry shtrange..." "Issh'ing Morrssh having any advisshe for Biter now? Occshh Okaansshsh wisdom ishh'ing being appresshhiated as well."
Mors offers to show everyone to their rooms,beginning with Feldus.
"Will you require anything else this evening, sir?"
Feldus, feeling the effects of the wine and food, certainly the best meal he has had in a while, merely waves Mors off. "Nahh, think I need to sleep this off."
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"As you wish - good evening, then." Mors goes back down to the common room to tend to his other guests. That's one to watch out for, he thinks to himself.
Olivier settles in at the bar, giving up his other table while he enjoys his meal.
"It is as I suspected. Though lacking in complexity, this repast is indeed sumptuous! It's not hedonistic by any means, but certainly epicurean... bravo! In fact, I believe this calls for a bit of an upgrade from my usual Oolong. Friend Mors, would you perchance have any elven springwine among your wondrous stores?"
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Biter watches the retreating conversation between Skinny Man and Mors, and turns back to his glass of wine.
Probably enough of that for tonight, he thinks, and sways his way back to the bar sink to pour out the rest, leaving the dirty glass in the sink.
He spends the next half hour trying to let his crazy high metabolism burn off the alcohol in his tiny system, while simultaneously pondering why the Skinny Man would want Biter delivered to his room tonight. I've heard some humans have strange….. appetites…. but surely the invitation was for something other than that, right?
Realizing that his body will need more than a few minutes rest to burn off such a high wine intake, Biter decides to drop his backpack off in his usual room… the one Mors always sets aside for him… and stalk over to grab the key Mors left out for him.
Shouldering his surprisingly large pack, he moves up the steps with a slightly more steady stride, and heads for his usual room. Unfortunately, in his alcohol-induced confusion, he makes a wrong turn and walks into a currently occupied room…
… the room currently occupied by Lureene and Amber.
Biter looks up in surprise for a second, then looks out in the hall, then looks down at his key, then back up at Lureene and his friend with the Goon.
"This is being wrong room… sorry… Skinny Stinky Man wasing giving Biter too much of red drinkings… Biter is maybe beings turned around."
Grak, after watching closely the exchange between the starnge skinny man who smelled strongly of sewers and unpleseant odors, flies over to Mors, and hisses, "iiiiiiisssssss eeeeeyyyy" while pointing his prehensile tail towards where Lureene disappeared to.
Grak, after watching closely the exchange between the starnge skinny man who smelled strongly of sewers and unpleseant odors, flies over to Mors, and hisses, "iiiiiiisssssss eeeeeyyyy" while pointing his prehensile tail towards where Lureene disappeared to.
Mors casts Comprehend Languages
“What's this now?”
"Friend Mors, would you perchance have any elven springwine among your wondrous stores?"
"Yes, of course!" says Mors, looking around for Lureene. He fetches a bottle, and pours a glass for Olivier.
"Now where did that girl get off to?"
"Aye, wers tha pridy lil lass whi tha wins? I tho she was go'a dons fer me?"
Therena drops off a bowl and bread for the sleeping Arryn. She tut-tuts at the passed out boy, casts a quick spell and touches Arryn, who begins to stir. "There. That should make you feel a bit better. Next time, don't drink so much."
Arryn opens his eyes and smiles at the bowl of stew and bread. He nods a thanks to Therena, and digs in. "Thisch isc delisshesh."
Strangely, he seems to show no ill effects from his bout of drinking. He eats for a few moments, and then yells out, "Hey!!! Where are my knives!? Who stole my knives!?" He jumps up, a small dagger in his hand.
He eats for a few moments, and then yells out, "Hey!!! Where are my knives!? Who stole my knives!?" He jumps up, a small dagger in his hand.
"Easy, son - I've got them here behind the counter. The big elf thought you might hurt yourself, passed out as you were."
Mors collects the pile of weapons, and brings them to Arryn's table.
"Please try not to stir up trouble with the other patrons. The last scuffle did not end well, and you are far too young to go getting yourself killed."
"I know goblins don't sit well with you, and for good reason, but Biter is a different sort. He'll not harm you unless you force him to."
"Why? What happened?" he asks as he begins taking daggers out of the sack and secreting them about his body. The one in his hand goes down the front of his trousers!
"Why? What happened?" he asks as he begins taking daggers out of the sack and secreting them about his body. The one in his hand goes down the front of his trousers!
Cringing as the boy shoves a dagger down his pants, Mors informs the boy of the half-orc that assaulted him, and of his rescue by the brave and unlikely duo of Biter and Praxim.
“They saved my life, and it almost cost the elf his own. I'm no stranger to battle, and I don't pretend it isn't necessary, at times - but violence find us often enough; no reason to go looking for it.”
Grak sees the spell being cast, and doesn't understand at first. After the spell is cast, Grak looks at Mors, and says,
Mors
Grak looks at Mors, and says...
"Ah. Well, I suppose I can ask Therena to mind the common room for a moment. If you will excuse me Master Arryn?"
After speaking with Therena, Mors follows Grak upstairs to see Lureene.
Mors enters the room, surprised to see Amber and Biter. A passing glance at the goblin reveals a slight glaze in his red eyes.
“Did you need something Lureene? Is the lady Di' Glaeys finding everything to her pleasure?”
Lureene flashes a look at Mors, speaking volumes, but he completely misses it. "Sorry for disappearing like that, I was waiting for Grak to give me the all clear. That man who came in, who always smells like a sewer, his name is Feldus, and he wants to...return me to my prior place of employment. I told him and his employers I have no desire to stay there, but they disagreed with me. So, I left anyway."
She simpers at Mors, "You will help me...won't you?"
"Where was'ing you been working before?"
Another question pops into his spherical cranium, "Also, what is'in being wrong with Skinny Man? Skinny Man is'ing having awful bad smell, and is'ing talk strange."
Lureene looks at the goblin with a look of distaste, "First of all, its none of your business where I was before, and second of all, you and he have two things in common at least."
The Bat Woman's snide comments bring only a half-smirk to Biter's face as he crosses his arms over his chest and levels two red globes at her.
"Listen, Lady… Biter is'ing only trying to see how besting to help the situation."
Mors eyes the goblin's serious expression with barely suppressed amusement.
“What did you have in mind, Lureene? I will not see you come to harm, but he's done nothing yet. He has been acting quite suspicious, however.”