Tweiford accepts Darian's offered hand
"Sure Do, They are my pride and joy. I treat them like I would my own children."
"Though only a few locals buy them, they earn their keep."
Darian stands back up, Well, your doing an excellent job, your dogs seem very healthy and well trained.
Darian looks around the yard, Do all these dogs belong to you? or do you train other peoples dogs as well?
"Yep they are all mine.
Though I would like to have some of the Hounds the Baron has, as they are a great breed of dog."
Darian looks at Tweiford with unfeigned interest, The baron keeps his own dogs? what kind? do you train them as well?
"The Baron has a few of my hounds, but I've heard he has a few hounds that he got elsewhere and that some of the servants are a afraid of them."
Barmaid:
she gives Tarasi her order of chicken
"Here's your order of chicken."
and seeing buster on the counter
"And here is some for the cute little kitty."
Ezekial re-enters the Inn making quick eye contact with those he knows and moves to the back of the room before choosing a large empty table to sit at alone.
Nathon nods to his companions at Thraxin's table, then stands and collecting his tankard moves back to Ezekial's table. He plops down beside the ninja and props his feet up on a neighboring chair.
The singer's been really good. Her name is Tina. That's all I've got. There's no sign of any work to do here in the tavern. What's the town like?
Tarasi smiles. "Thanks. We both appreciate it."
Barmaid:
"It's not a problem, and he's such a cute little kitty."
Darian looks at Tweiford curiously, Really? do you know what breed these hounds are?
"I have no idea, as I'd have to see them first hand to know the breed."
Ah, well if you don't know, you don't know. Darian looks around the yard.
was posted in the prev page
Crouched in the shadows of the tall northern wall of the keep
proper, a humble shack occupies one corner of an open yard
surrounded by a crooked iron fence. A row of doghouses lines the
western side of the yard, while kennels occupy the space along the
fence opposite them. Several mastiffs wearing spiked iron collars
roam the yard, masters of their small patch of land, while younger
ones pace back and forth within the confines of the kennels. A sign
fastened to the gate in the southern portion of the fence reads,
“Shenk’s Dog Yard.”
Would you mind if I talk to your dogs? Darian asks Tweiford. As a Druid I can cast a spell which allows me to talk with animals, I just want to ask how they are doing and if anything is bothering them.
"Sure go ahead, It would give me a heads up if something is wrong with them, before it's visible."
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Ezekial re-enters the Inn making quick eye contact with those he knows and moves to the back of the room before choosing a large empty table to sit at alone.Nathon nods to his companions at Thraxin's table, then stands and collecting his tankard moves back to Ezekial's table. He plops down beside the ninja and props his feet up on a neighboring chair.
The singer's been really good. Her name is Tina. That's all I've got. There's no sign of any work to do here in the tavern. What's the town like?
Motioning for Nathon to lean closer Ezekial whispers his intelligence. OK. We found an old elven priest of Arpden. Crazy as a loon. thinks the dead god is not dead. But between him and the lass the takes care of him I learned a few things. The baron was neutral til a few months back when Chelish gifts started coming in. Something send seemed to change him into a tyrant and had him siding with the devil worshipers. This priest, Telrin Endessell, keeps mumbling about needing to clean house and burn all the contracts like the one the she-devil has a Pack hall. The young lass confirmed that a while after accepting some gifts from the Chels, the Baron allowed the building of a shine to the prince of darknessIts run by Shiyara, a priestess and High Mediator. She says that some of those that seek council in that place sign something. Can you help get this intel to the others?
Darian moves over to the kennels, waving the loose dogs over, so they'll all be in one place, then casts Speak with Animals, How are you doing today? he asks the dogs.
"Who are you?
You have wolf scent, yet look human"
I'm a druid, who can change into a wolf. This human who looks after you he gestures at Tweiford, does he treat you well?
"No, the smell is a bit more than that.
But as for the man he treats us very well, we even get belly rubs if we've really be good dogs."
Motioning for Nathon to lean closer Ezekial whispers his intelligence. OK. We found an old elven priest of Arpden. Crazy as a loon. thinks the dead god is not dead. But between him and the lass the takes care of him I learned a few things. The baron was neutral til a few months back when Chelish gifts started coming in. Something send seemed to change him into a tyrant and had him siding with the devil worshipers. This priest, Telrin Endessell, keeps mumbling about needing to clean house and burn all the contracts like the one the she-devil has a Pack hall. The young lass confirmed that a while after accepting some gifts from the Chels, the Baron allowed the building of a shine to the prince of darknessIts run by Shiyara, a priestess and High Mediator. She says that some of those that seek council in that place sign something. Can you help get this intel to the others?
"OK. I can pass that on. Did you get a look at the castle? Is there a way in?"
That's good to hear, is there anything that bothers you? any problems you have? Darian asks.
"No problems at the moment."
Did not see the castle proper. Sounds like we need to check out Pack Hall, which I hope is not in the castle.
Nathon nods, "Could be trouble if the Amodeans are in residence. We should go in strength."
Then he frowns, "Wait. You don't know where the hall is?"
Very good, is there anything you would like? Darian asks.
in uniform you get
"BellyRubs and steaks."
Darian laughs and says, The steaks I'll have to ask about, but the belly rubs I can handle now. Darian then proceeds to give a belly rub to each of the dogs.
While he is doing that he tells Tweiford, Your dogs are happy and healthy, though apparently they are not getting enough belly rubs and steaks, or at least that's what they say.
Simon and Tina's Song comes to an end, and the folks want more, but know Tina limits herself as to make sure she can sing tomorrow.
She and Simon get off the stage, with some folks cheering and talking with them as they move.
Simon:
Simon walks through the crowd and meets up with the rest.
"Well that was a good song, even the crowd liked it."
Tarasi thanks the girl for her comment, then continues "By the way, since it looks like I'll be stuck here for a bit, do you know if anyone needs help with their animals? I'm a decent healer, and at times like this I like to concentrate on the pets and other animals. They tend to get overlooked when things get rough, through no fault of theirs."
"I'll talk to the others. Watch the doors. The one thing we've learned is that the baron has eyes everywhere."
Nathon stands and scoops up his mug before returning to the dashing devil's table. He sits down and leans in toward Thraxin and Tarasi. After waiting for the server to walk away, he whispers, "It seems the baron took Cheliax's side after an Azmodean priestess came bearing gifts. She works out of a Pack [sic] Hall. We don't know where it is yet."
He looks up as Simon approaches. Flicking his chin at a small scrap of paper in Simon's pocket he asks, "Nicely done with the song. I didn't know you could do that. Did you make a new friend?"
Simon:
"Well I know that song, and that's it.
And what do you mean make a new friend?
As I so far only played a single song."
Nathon's hand snakes out and lifts the note clear of Simon's pocket.
"Well someone's slipping you love notes."
He rolls his wrist twice by way of a flourish before offering the note to Simon.
Simon:
"Wow, who ever did this was good.
I did not even notice it put in my pocket."
Simon reads the note
The note has written
Tweiford Shenk is on the fence.
Gradens are racists s***s, who are profitiers.
Tandifor refused the baron's orders
Rhasper and barmaids; greedy, likely with Baron.
Argith is with the Baron.
Pact Hall has a slight smell of fresh brimstone, though none is present.
"Looks like I got a tipper.
Wanna see?"
Barmaid:
She replies to Tarasi
"Well there is Shenk's Dog yard and Terron’s Yard.
One raises dogs the other cares for beasts of burden."
Darian turns to Tweiford, I'm new in town and I was looking for a place to stay, do you know someplace that would put me up? preferably quiet and not too crowded.
"Sure," Nathon reaches for the note and scans it before passing it on to Tarasi and Thraxin.
Thraxin cheers for Tina and I guess Simon taking another large swig of his ale as Simon arrives. "Good work my friend, now you can introduce me to this lovely Tina." After Nathon hands him the note he reads it and passes it to Tarasi, then looks back to his comrades; "So shall we stay or try to find rooms for the night?"
"Let's go get rooms. We can get a look at the castle and the rest of the town on the way."
Nathon drops a few more silver on the table and stands. He looks over to Ezekial with quizzical eyes.
"Their is an Inn and then lodge, though for the lodge you'd need to be a friend of nature and talk to Tandifor about it."
Friend of nature? I think I can handle that, who is this Tandifor you speak of?
"Tandifor is the head of the lodge and did not follow the Baron's conscription into service,
though due to current events the Baron's hands are full.
The Baron has promised to hang him when his hands aren't so full."
Darian's eyebrows rise up at this revelation, Hang him? that's unfortunate, could you give me directions to this lodge, please?