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Listen

Nothing comes out of Szaranoth's room except for...

zzzzz.

Szaranoth takes his key from Bethana flashing his smile to her. "Thank you, Bethana. I will try to warm up until dinner then. If your mistress wants to speak to me before then, she will have to wake me up, but she may, if she wants..."

Then he goes into the corner of the pub, to pick up his pack and the things, that he rescued out of the sea, a scale mail and a shield with a coat of arms are buckled onto his pack and a morningstar dangles from its side. He goes upstairs to his room indicated by Bethana and inside. The door is locked afterwards.

For anyone passing by his room fifteen minutes after the keys were handed out: Listen Check DC 8 =>

For anyone noticing the coat of arms => Knowledge (local for Magnimar) DC 12 or Knowledge (Nobility), DC 18

"Then, to waiting 'til our rooms are made and our jobs are offered! At least we will have a bed and food until tomorrow." Szaranoth proposes a toast and raises his tankard waiting for the others to join in.

Afterwards he smiles into the round and finishes his meal with enthusiasm.

To Ingovil: "I am looking for a job myself, being new in town. Bethana said something about the sheriff looking for deputies. Perhaps he seeks some help for the day tomorrow? I was going to ask him about a position after our meal or when I am dry again. Perhaps you want to join me?"

Szaranoth also tries a sip from the new brew, that has arrived.

To Ingovil: "Neither from you, young lady. How does it come, that we find you here in dear Sandpoint?"

Szaranoth lets out the deep breath he was holding, when the halfling grabbed the dwarf's tankard... He looks over to Soujiro and shakes his head. "Parting an unwilling dwarf with his beer could result in something similar to a barbarian in rage. I have seen such an incidence in a tavern... and let me say... it ended most brutal. But I will let further decriptions fall under the mantle of modesty at this table, while some of us are still eating." he berates the fast-eating halfling. Szaranoth eats more from his meal and hums a little bit, because the fish and the sauce is delicious. "My compliments to the chef, Bethana. This salmon is excellent. And the sauce... mmmmhhh"

"I will definitely give an offering to Desna for saving me from certain death on the sea." Szaranoth is still shivering on his chair, but a warm drink in his guts and the prospect of hot food stops his teeth from chattering.

To Rileh: "We are all new arrivals here. The others will come at sundown. They have too much to do with the preparations for tomorrow."

"I'll take the salmon, too. Thank you, Bethana."

To the others Szaranoth asks: "What about this Swallowtail Festival? They are having a celebration for completing their church? Sounds like one could be having a good time." Szaranoth flashes a quick smile to the others.

Szaranoth is wating for Bethana to return with the wonderful news, that the rooms would be ready. He is shivering visibly.

"Goblins here in Sandpoint? My dear dwarf, you must be mistaken. Why should these mongrels live in the vicinity of a dwelling such as Sandpoint? Surely, the fine folk here would have driven those goblins away... if there would be any to be found here."

Szaranoth takes up the offer made by the dwarf. He sits down at the table, takes a deep breath looking around if everyone can also listen.

"First, I did not come from Riddleport. And second, I did not swim the whole way."

He takes a sip from his tankard and revels a bit in the pause building up to the beginning of his story.

"The ship I was travelling on had Riddleport as its destination, and it wasn't in the best of conditions. One night I woke up during heavy sea, and there was a hole in the cabin wall, something must have rammed the ship, water was frothing into my cabin. I grabbed my gear and managed to get up to the deck, trying to warn the captain about this. But the crew was already in the boats and paddling away from the ship. It sank very fast as if something was dragging it down. I grabbed myself something made of wood and a rope, latched my gear unto it and plunged into the sea. Made my way to the shore, my gear on the plank. It took me more than a day to get to the coast and arrived this very morning. I am lucky to be alive, but Desna must have smiled upon me."

Taking another sip from his tankard Szaranoth leans back into the chair.

"And what fortunes have smiled upon you, that you are here in Sandpoint, Targ?"

I had my story already prepared and ready to post, as I was hoping for a quick answer from the others, giving them a chance to join in the conversation... if someone wants to read it, it is to be found in my profile (the non-spoilered part at the bottom, please). I will post it, after the others have chimed in again.

Szaranoth walks over to the table where the dwarf is sipping his beer.

"Okay, I will tell you my story, though I do not know, if it qualifies for a drink. Btw. Szaranoth Luquistane is my name."

He waits one or two moments if some of the other guests might join, before he sits down.

Thou art correct, fair lady

"That isn't clear, yet... as I have arrived on the shore this very morning." says Szaranoth to the warrior woman in front of him and points to his wet clothes. "I guess I will need a job to earn either a passage to elsewhere or a living here. I will have a look at this town during the festival to make up my decision."

Szaranoth finishes his coffee, stands up from the table and brings the mug over to the bar.

Szaranoth is of medium height (just a little tad on the high side... 5'5") with a powerful build and never without a warm and quick smile. Close cropped black hair, green eyes, fine-lined moustache frame his square features. His clothes are a bit washed out and still look crumpled and wet and his hair is very unruly.

"I've noticed, that you're busy, Bethana, but I am also in need for a room for the night... and for some work to pay for my room." He points to the sign at the bar. "I have been employed as bodyguard... previously.... before I had to... emm, before my voyage..." He looks about him, if anyone has caught up with his blunder, and eyes the new traveller standing with him at the bar. "You don't come by chance from Riddleport? Do you?" A smile flickers over his face.

Szaranoth has a medium bariton sonore voice.

Szaranoth looks over to the bar, to find the lady, that gave him this drink, that will fill his body again with warmth and chase away the tiredness. "Please, give my thanks to your lady." he says to the small serving wench. He nods to this yet sole benefactor of this otherwise so lousy lousy day and smiles. His hands cradle the mug and feel the heat seeping through them frozen bones. A shiver runs across his body as he lifts the drink to his mouth and sips the steaming liquid. Then he leans back and sighs.

I'm here.

I am basically complete. Just some minor details about my background in the place where I grew up...

My creator still needs to read through

a) the Sandpoint section in the Player's Guide
b) the blog post about Magnimar (perhaps also the Magnimar article in PF#2, but only if he is given the permission to read it, Radavel)

to fill some gaps in my background. Otherwise I am ready and eager for adventure.

Szaranoth Luquistane

Human male Dragon Shaman 1

Skill/feat selection + equipment tomorrow (or late at night after our Call of Cthulhu campaign)

Just created my Message Board profile. More details during the day...

While reading through the class of Dragion Shaman I became very enamored with the concept... I think I will stick with it.