After the long day, you retire to your rooms. You fall asleep, overcome by the strange sense of peace and well-being, such as you've never felt in the lands threatened by the Dark God.
What passes for morning in this strange city comes and you join your friends downstairs, for breakfast.
You enjoy the abundance of food and strange drink, but some time after you start with the breakfast, a party of black-skinned elves enters the common room. They look at you, and than at the innkeeper.
Shadar:
"More Summerlanders, I see?"
, asks the one at the head of the party, raising his eyebrow. The innkeeper just shrugs. The elf turns to you and asks in the language of
Crunk fills in Tenebral Vryce on the rest of what he knows overnight and eventually makes his way down for breakfast. When the elves begin speaking, Crunk looks at them with a dumb expression.
Black-skinned elves, will the wonders never cease? I wonder what they are? Knowledge (Lore)1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18 Knowledge (Shadow)1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6
Solvistania is quiet and somber this morning and she says little, instead preferring to concentrate on eating her meal. Nothing escapes her gaze while she watches the unusual elves walk into the inn. As Gilian mentions her name she draws her hood back, allowing the elves to see a glimpse of her snow white hair and blood-red eyes.
nightflier, how many of them are there and do they look threatening and what kind of weapons do they carry?
Sorok Hamfael(Male Black Blood Dwarf Fighter 4, Wildlander 1)
Sorok mutters in an annoyance under his breath before taking a long draw from his mug.
Shadar:
Spoiler:
"Little enough with ye, or yer city."
He then looks down at his drink and speaks in Old Dwarven. A frosty, neutral expression on his face.
"As far as I can figure, there's some sorta politics goin on 'ere. Waste o' time, if ye ask me. Take care o yer words and watch fer those tryin t' pry too deep."
Ilona Ebonblade(Female Human (Sarcosan) Fighter 2/ Chaneller 3)
Ilona's eyes scan the elves, viewing their movements and actions, getting a feel for their social structure.
There are five of them. They are wearing their unusual armor, so you can not exactly determine its strengths and weaknesses. All of them are wearing two long blades, slightly curved by the looks of their scabards. They are not looking friendly.
Duncan translates the words with more accuracy and, he hopes, more courtesy.
"Gentleman, we are but visitors in your city, looking for one of one of my companions' kin. As you can see, we come from the summerlands. These are Gilian, Ilona, Solvistania, Sorok, Sky'tor Muni and I am Duncan."
Sorok Hamfael(Male Black Blood Dwarf Fighter 4, Wildlander 1)
Shadar:
"Now ye know our business. Either tell us wha' ye know or move on."
