Cottonseed PFS PbP (2E)

Game Master Redelia

Mimi gives Iris a closer look and ponders how hard she should push. Deciding not to ruin the mood, she raises a bemused eyebrow and says, "As you vish. I vill not force myself upon you, but you are misseeng out on a grande expérience." After the barest of pauses, she raises her mug to indicate she meant the brew, but gives Iris a quick wink before turning back to the bar.

Iris sighs. She could have used some company, but looking at her purse, she just feels ashamed. She finishes counting her few coins and raises a hand toward the bartender.

"What do you have to eat? And how much does it cost? If you have something cheap and nourishing, I'd like that."

"You may sit here if you wish," a young human man says as he sets down his open book onto the table. The room's lighting glints off of the fullplate that he wears, accentuating the emblazoned symbol of Nethys on his pouldron. Atop his sandy brown head of hair rests a small-brimmed hat of the mage and his face screams 'overly earnest'.

Leo then holds his hand in front of his mouth. He whispers something and a faint blue glow seems to grow from the area between his mouth and hand. He then continues whispering.

Iris seems offended by the proposition. She answers without whispering:

"I'm not who you think I am!"

She stares at Leo when saying in a lower voice:

"I don't know you and I don't beg for charity. And I don't understand why you speak in my head. You should really change your ways with women!"

A bit upset, she calls again for the waiter.

At Iris's outburst, Mimi turns her head to see what's going on. She then looks over at Leo and gets the gist of what just happened. She says to him, "I teenk dat you are vasteeng your teime on dat one mon ami. She seems to prefer 'er own companee." Mimi then turns back to her drink.

Patrick just observes from his corner. He had a feeling that was going to happen - besides, this is why books are better company.

Confusion and concern wash over the young man's face. He then looks around fruitlessly to find a clue as to what he has done wrong. The looks he receives seem to imply that he should know, which only adds to his confusion.

"Please forgive me miss, for I do not seem to know how I have erred," he whispers back. "If you are willing, I would like to know what I have done wrong. Also, I'm confused at what relevance you being a woman has to do with this?"

Iris seems confused, too. She blushes a bit while scratching her head. She whispers back:

"I'm sorry, I have seen some unacceptable proposition behind your words, but it looks like I was wrong. I'm new in town and I..."

She hesitates a bit before continuing:

"I'm a little scared. I expect to find a job quickly. I've seen some bounties on the board and I'm looking for a serious party who will accept an extra sword. You look like someone of experience, maybe you know where I can find that?"

Seedy whispers an acknowledgement through Patrick's spell, though he pauses before filling it, concerned with the situation unfolding before him. "Sure miss", he says to Iris. "We have some stew just about ready, two coppers a bowl. There's a seat here at the bar if you'd like, or I can bring it out to you at a table." He gestures to an open stool, then works to fill and deliver Patrick's order.

Thank you to Seedy when his order arrives I ... do not usually come to these places ... but I was told I had to come here to ... practise and observe social interactions. Learn how to basically. I do know that unsolicited messaging towards a woman can result in an adverse reaction - after all ... the receiver may not know who sent it

"Oh. I see. Well, your best bet is to contact the Pathfinder Society directly. They train and formulate teams and they are always looking for extra swords. You should visit the Grand Lodge and speak to Marcus Farabellus. They'll take care of you." Leo ends with a warm smile and a nod. "I'm about to make some dinner for myself. It will take a bit to create, you interested?"

Iris seems very pleased by the price of the stew:

"Then stew it is! Bring me a big bowl, I'm starving!"

She then whispers to Leo:

"I've met a Pathfinder in my sol... previous contract. She already told me a lot about the Society. She spoke about years of training, it's a real vocation. I'm not sure I'll have enough patience to go through such a long process. I'm looking at something more immediate to fill my purse."

She thinks a second about Leo's proposition, looking at the open stool Seedy showed her, then answers:

"Thank you for your proposition, but I'll gently refuse. I want to blend in a bit to find what I'm looking for. Now that I know the place is quite cheap, I will stay a bit longer."

And she gracefully moves to the stool at the bar. Greeting her new neighbour with a smile, she says in a polite and amused manner:

"I won't follow you with bièwe, Madame. But if you accept me next to you, I'll be glad to share the wiwes."

Iris' galtan is definitely bad, was it worth the try?

When Iris takes the stool next to her, Mimi wipes away some beer foam from her upper lip and says, "Vell, vell. I see you 'ave accepté ma invitation after all."

I don't believe that there is a specific Galtan language. They speak Common (ie. Taldane) in Galt (and Gralton), but I choose to believe that they do so with a heavy Galtan (ie. French) accent.

After Iris declines her offer of a beer, Mimi looks at her quizzically. "Does the poor girl have a speech impediment? How unfortunate." She nods back and says, "I quaite agree. Vine ees alveys best vith von's meal. Let's see vat mon ami de gobleen 'as availebel."

She finishes her beer with an "Ahhh, dat vas exceptionnelle."

Catching Seedy's eye, Mimi points to Iris's stew and says, "I vill 'ave a bol of de seme, and a bouteille of your 'ouse red vith two glasses." She then pulls a silver piece from her pouch and places it on the table for the barkeep.

Brünwulf barges through the door with a big smile on his face and hugging eight bottles of wine against his body with each arm. The dust from the road trails behind the rugged woodsman.
Guess who's back from a mission in Andoran!
He strides up to the bar and sets the bottles of wine down.
Here ya go, Seedy. A little gift for the tavern tonight. There should be enough for everyone to have a glass. It's nothing compared to elven wine, but, hey, who's complainin'?
He leans in close to seedy and gives a wink.
And keep one for yerself. Fer a special occasion.

Charming little town, that Sauerton, I tell ya. And the vineyards are just beautiful. Thinking of retiring there. If I make it that far.
Brünwulf furrows his brow as he looks at the barkeep.
That mission, though. Whew.
I tasted death, Seedy. I came this close to being a permanent guest at Pharasma's house.

Brünwulf cracks his knuckles, takes a small sip of wine, then glances around the tavern.
A few fresh faces in here. Looks like being a Pathfinder is still popular.

"Ah, Brünwulf! The Lucky Drunk smiles upon those that spread their merriment around!" Seedy says, examining one of the bottles with a gleam in his eye. "I was up that way myself, not too long ago. Took a thorough census of the local offerings, of course, and I can confirm: it's definitely wine, no matter what anyone tells you!" With a chuckle, he starts setting up glasses on the bar. "You want some food to go with this? There's some stew ready, and I'd gladly stake you a meal as reward for your generosity."

While he waits for a response, the goblin sets a bowl of stew in front of Mimi, followed by two glasses of the Sauerton red. "This one's courtesy of our friend down there. I'll bring a bottle of the house red over when you're done, if you still want it."

Arriving back down by the ranger, he pour a large glass, finishing the seventh bottle, and slides it over in front of Brünwulf. "Sounds like you had quite the time. Glad you made it back in one piece."

Mimi tips her head and touches the edge of her hat as the goblin delivers her meal and wine. "Merci, um, Seedee ees eet? De extra glass vas for ma noo amie 'ere," indicating Iris, "but I see she now 'as a glass of 'er own." Shrugging, she adds, "More for moi I suppose."

Picking up one of the glasses, she gives the contents a sniff, hesitates a second in confusion, but shrugs and takes a mouthful. She swirls the wine in her mouth and her features freeze in a mask of incredulity. Only her iron will stops her from spraying the wine across the counter. "High holy hell! I think someone just tried to poison me."

Looking down the bar at Brünwulf, she examines the man for signs of malevolence, but sees only a happy-go-lucky woodsman celebrating his return from a recent mission. Turning back, she picks up her glass again and pretending to take another sip, surreptitiously returns her mouthful to it. Much like Brünwulf, she now knew what death tasted like.

Once past the worst of her encounter with what passes for "wine" in Sauerton, she turns back to Brünwulf and touches her hat. "Merci for shareeng your vine vith us, Broonvulf. Von dae I 'ope to return de faveur."

She beckons Seedy back over to her and pushing forward her silver piece, says quietly, so as not to offend Brünwulf, "Pleese deespose of dees dangereux liquide vith care and reeturn quicklee vith some real vine, merci."

Iris is surprised when Brunwulf speaks of Pathfinder.

"Being a Pathfinder? Are you all Pathfinders? Is this tavern only for Pathfinders?"

She seems a little bit concerned. She was starting to relax a bit, she doesn't want to leave now.

She smiles at Mimi's facial expression when tasting the wine. She takes a small sip of her glass to see if it's that awful. Well, it's not exactly good. She reluctantly swallows, but then plays with her half full glass without touching it again.

"It looks like there is wine and wine, madame."

None for me Seedy as he is offered a glass of the 'Sourten' wine I am still of the opinion that too much alcohol and arcane spells are a ...... volatile mix

He then attempts to speak up to answer Iris, resulting in a level that may only just reach the bar, with a slight stutter, as if nervous in some way then finishing off in a rush as if anxious to get the words out before calamity strikes.

Erm .... I.I would say that ... n.ninety five percent of the p.patrons here are Pathfinders ... ah ... ma'am. T.The rest are most likely are a.associated with the Society in some way

He then seems to retreat inside himself a bit

I'm famished, Seedy. I would love some hearty stew. Thanks a bunch!

I'm grateful for my companions for saving my rear. I probably owe them a year of pathfinder income for the amount of healing potions they spent on me. At least we have a new lodge in Sauerton now. I reckon we'll have plenty of missions there later on.
Brünwulf digs into the stew. He glances over at the flamboyantly dressed swashbuckler, cocks an eyebrow when he sees her expression after tasting the wine, and smirks.
"Sheesh. It's not that bad."
He says to himself as he shovels a heaping spoonful of stew into his mouth.
He gives a nod in courtesy to the Galtan.

Brünwulf turns to the young blonde woman.
Aye, lass. Well, I wouldn't say it's only for Pathfinders, but, that's about all you'll find in here.
He looks her up and down and notices the fine Taldan blade at her hip. He raises an eyebrow.
Impressive blade you have there. Maybe soon we'll be on a mission together. Share some swordplay tips. I prefer the bow, but, sometimes have to use my blade as well. He glances down at the well-used second hand rapier at his side.
My name's Brünwulf. Pleasure to meet ya.
He sticks out a large rough hand to shake her's.

Mimi had noticed Iris's blade as soon as she'd stepped into the tavern. It was the main reason that she'd decided to engage the girl. A weapon like that would have an interesting story or two to go with it.

"I agree, Broonvulf, a most impresseeve veapon. Of Taldan noble design if I'm not meestaken," she says while lifting a questioning eyebrow to Iris.

Pointing to her own rapier at her side with its ornate silver hilt, she continues, "Ma own rapière ees of de old Galtan style, a leetle longer and vider een de blede, but I préfère de balance."

Mimi's eyes linger on the hilt of Iris's rapier. Her own blade was like an extension of her arm, her whole body even, and she couldn't imagine being without it. Still, she was curious to see how Iris's exceptional Taldan blade would feel in her own hands. She didn't think the skitish girl would react well if Mimi asked to borrow her sword for a moment; that would have to wait until they knew each other better, and maybe not even then.

"By de vae, I do not believe ve 'ave been formallee introduced. I am Mimi, and like most of us 'ere, I too am a Pathfinder."

Iris smiles to Patrick in a very gentle way and answers delicately:

"Thank you very much for the information."

When Brunwulf speaks about her rapier, Iris has an instinctive defensive reaction. But it's only when Mimi speaks of noble with her clear galtan accent that she answers quickly:

"I'm no noble... I mean... I heard you are separating noble heads from noble bodies in Galt."

She seems very annoyed by her disclosure and how it may raise more questions, she tries to change the subject clumsily:

"My name's Iris. Glad to meet you, Mylord and Madame."

She tries a smile, without much assurance.

"Did somebody say steEW?"

A heavily dirty-blonde-bearded man with thick long bright-blonde hair set in two-day-old braids wearing winter clothing, breastplate armor, and a tower shield on his back sets down his axe and removes his buckler from his forearm "I just absolutely love steEW!"

Setting coin on the table, he unrolls out various Wanted Posters on the bar and smiles to himself. Uncorking a pint-sized flask, the ulfen man takes a hearty swig of a pungent brown fluid that has an inky-black slime floating around in it "Would ya like a taste? Don't worry, this one's not possessed of psychotropic qualities - just a fermented enzyme-rich bio-nutrient - it'll set your nerves and stomach acids into a gentle equilibrium!"

Offering with an eager look to whomever he happens to be sitting next to!

Mimi cringes slightly at Iris's use of the word madame to refer to her. "Pleezed to meet you Irees, but pleeze go eezy on de madames. I am not quaite dat old yet. I eenseest you call me Mimi."

Then Mimi laughs and adds, "And you need not vorry about me takeeng your 'ead. I am not von of dose savages currentlee runeeng Galt. I am from Gralton; a much more ceeveelized place deez daes. 'Ardlee any 'eads go flyeeng dere. Ha ha."

At Fjorn's invitation to a swig of his bio-nutrient, Mimi replies, "Ah, 'ow kind, but I realee must reseest. Ma estomac can onlee take so much een von dae."

Mimi leans over to get a better look at the posters the bearded man unrolled on the bar.

Patrick actually gets up from his seat and carefully maneuvers over to have a look at the posters .... and whatever it is Fjorn is drinking. He moves in such a way to deliberately avoid contact with the ladies.

Hornietelle enters the tavern, stopping in the doorway, letting all inside appreciate her elven curves and beauty. Her leather cat suit, clings to her body, its front unbuttoned to her bosom, exposing some flesh of her heaving breasts. A holy symbol of a wasp hangs around her neck, nestled between her tanned breasts.

In her hands she fingers tenderly a leather whip, she smiles and walks forward. "Your finest white wine please, sweet and tasteful." The barman goggled eyed, looks at Hornietelle not sure if the description related to the elf woman or the wine.

As Mimi looks over the posters, she catches Patrick's awkward approach to the bar from the corner of her eye.

Turning to face him, she spears him with a sharp look and in a steely voice says, "Do not vorree mon ami. Ve vill not bite you." But she can't maintain the look and cracks a big smile.

Making a quick biting motion at Patrick, she nudges Iris and adds, "... vell, not veree 'aard at leest. N'est-ce pas Irees?" She then winks at Patrick and laughs heartily at her little joke.

Mimi then notices the attractive elf in the doorway and does indeed appreciate her elven curves as she walks through the tavern. "Oh là là. Dees von looks like trobel," she thinks, but doesn't look away.

Fjorn looks left and right - all around him - so many people packing into this bar.

Mimi observes four Wanted Posters - from the Crown of the World, Druma, Nidal, and The Golden Road - Fjorn explains "Ya I have been travelling, it has been veery goood, veery luucky!" he adds "Almost lost my life a White WuUrm, but turns out I was too strong to be taken down!" boasting without conceit nor humility.

He extends his large arm Patrick's direction "Would you like to try it? Yoou don't have to be afraid - I would not offer you poison - I greew it myself" the slime floating around in the fluid seems to be alive!

The ulfen man - known for respecting the "quiet time" of others - politely ignores anyone not initiating conversation or staring at his various effects. He smiles simply, the crows-feet of his eyes betraying what might otherwise be mistaken for youth or naivete.

Patrick also notices the attractive elf and seems to go into 'red alert' mode as he quickly looks away then scuttles back to his table. He is also seriously blushing at Mimi's joke and looking even more nervous. Definitely the reaction of a nerd who spends most of the time in a library.

Looks like getting a sample of Fjorn's concoction for alchemical analysis is going to have to wait.

After a moment of bewilderment, Seedy regains his composure. "Coming right up, ma'am." He watches the strange ulfen man offer his concoctions for a moment as he delivers a glass of pale Andoran wine, made in a style that pays serious homage to the wines of Kyonin, to the newcomer. He then clears his throat and addresses Fjorn. "I'm all for sharing, friend, but let's keep the serious body-altering stuff away in here, alright? Last time someone drank one of those in here, the downed a whole pitcher of beer then smashed a table over their forehead before we could eighty-six them!"

Iris pouts at Mimi's joke.

"You should not use your confidence and charm to bug people, Mimi. And...", she frowns to look a bit severe, "I only bite hard."

Iris pauses, thinking what Mimi would actually understand of her words. Well, she'll certainly have to learn to use all this innuendo, let's start early.

But she suddenly raises an eyebrow when Fjorn speaks about a white wurm and stands up to take a glance at his posters. The Whitefang Wyrm... Is it a recurrent problem or is the newcomer taking credit for a mission he hasn't been part of?

But Iris doesn't see the point in confronting him. She just points the notice board and asks:
"I see they are looking for a party for the Witch Winter Holiday that should happen at the end of the month. Are you planning to go there?"

Mimi waves away Iris's reproach, "Bah. If de man cannot take de 'eat, den 'e shood probablee not be een a tavern full of Pathfinders."

She turns to look at Patrick to make sure she didn't psychologically scar him for life with her playfulness. She smiles suggestively when he notices her looking, and gives him a little wave before returning her attention to Iris.

Raising an eyebrow as if she's impressed with the girl, she says, "As to your biteeng abeeleety. Perhaps I vill get to vitness eet von dae... on de field of battel, of corse." and then gives her a big smile that shows her perfect teeth.

After Iris shows interest in the bounties, Mimi tells her, "Eet ees too bad you are not a Pathfinder, Irees. I am about to go on a short mission dat you might 'ave found eenteresteeng."

As she finishes up her stew and the pleasant wine that Seedy brought her to replace Brünwulf's swill, Mimi occasionally glances down the bar at the attractive elven woman at the other end to see what trouble she's getting up to.

Patrick is probably already scarred for life. By message, he sends, This was not my choice mademoiselle, It was ..... strongly suggested that I get out of the library and get to know people. My ..... past experiences of woman have been ..... less than successful ..... much less. I have no desire to offend by ..... accident

Mimi's mission tickles Iris' curiosity.

"A short mission you say? One that can fill my purse?"

She shakes her purse and there are so few coins in there that no sound gets out of it.

"Can't you get me in? Please, please, please Mimi! I'm sure there's a way..."

Iris makes a puppy face hoping to convince Mimi to help her on that.

"I heard there are commissioned agents, maybe there are special ciscumstances where a non-Pathfinder can be accepted. Like a trial?"

I find the idea of playing with Mimi amusing so I've signed Iris up. Maybe will she become a Pathfinder after all!

Mimi smiles when she receives Patrick's message. "Ah, mon ami, to learn to sweem von must enter de vater. Watcheeng others from de shore vill not get you veree far."

Mimi answers Iris, "Vell, I vood not sae eet veell feell your purse exactlee, but you shood at leest 'ear de coins vonce more. As to joineeng a meession vithout beeng a Pathfinder..."

She pauses to think. "I can perhaps talk to von of de Venture-Captains about a partial feeld commeession. Ven ve are don 'ere ve can go to de Grand Lodge and see vat ve can do, eh? Or, if you vood rather not face reejection, you cood juste tag along vith us and no von need be de viser. I veell pretend not to know you."

The Lost Omens: Pathfinder Society Guide has a section on field commissions on page 16. A full field commission for Iris is out, but the last paragraph of the section reads:

... a partial commission doesn’t yield immediate field agent status. Instead, this commission represents ongoing service to the Society or lesser discoveries that represent a clear dedication to the Society’s ideals; these candidates bypass initiation requirements, have some portion of their training waived, see their discoveries contribute to their eventual Confirmation, or a combination of these. Many hopefuls consider it far safer to tag along with Pathfinders and earn their formal recommendation for a commission rather than risk traveling to the Grand Lodge only to face rejection. The result is overall positive, attracting many informants and guides to the Society’s cause with the prospect of full membership.

You get to decide which method Iris chooses to join the mission without having to go through all the Pathfinder training rigmarole.

Sorry, I made a mistake. I thought it was a repeatable, but I made a confusion with Port Peril. So, I had to cancel my signing up.

Unfortunately, Mimi and Iris won't play together soon.

Iris smiles to Mimi:

"Yes, let's go tomorrow morning. And if it's not for this mission, maybe for another one. I was scared by the years of training, but if there are ways to avoid them... let's avoid them!"

Iris raises her glass to Mimi and drinks a big mouthful of wine... and nearly chokes on it.

"This wine is strong!"

Her cheeks are red because of the alcohol, she's obviously not used to drinking.

Sorry, I made a mistake. I thought it was a repeatable, but I made a confusion with Port Peril. So, I had to cancel my signing up.

That's too bad. Maybe another time then.

Mimi stands up from her stool, and in a loud voice says, "I veell sae au revoir to you all now as I must get ma beauté sleep before 'eadeeng out on ma next meession tomorrow. "

She leans over to Iris and says, "Meet me een front of de tavern erlee tomorrow morneeng and ve'll go to de Lodge before I 'ead out."

Then turning to Seedy, she tips her head and touching the brim of her hat, says, "Ven I return from ma meession, Seedee, I veell vant another of dose excellent bières. Make sure to keep von feur me if at all posseebel."

And with that, she turns, blows a kiss at Patrick, and leaves the tavern.

Patrick heads for the bar to talk to Seedy - and to get a refill.

She's right about 'entering the water', although last time I tried that, it was full of sharks and piranhas - as it were - and no one was really interested in me anyway - except as a means to their advantage. Although she has given me an idea. I wonder what my chances would be with an undine girl? ..... and I think I would like to talk to Mademoiselle Mimi a bit more .... for practice perhaps.

Iris smiles and waves to Mimi while she leaves:

"See you tomorrow, Mademoiselle."

She raises her glass and drinks from it. Starting to feel quite happy, Iris asks out loud:

"Is there a bard in here? I'd love some music!"

A burly young half-orc pushes into the tavern. His hair is shorn short, badly, and a patchy, scraggly beard grows over his cheeks. The armor of stitched hides on his back and the pack slung over one shoulder are new, but his trousers and boots are worn nearly to tatters.

He hesitates in the doorway, taking in the . . . unique assortment of individuals inside, before grunting and pushing the door closed with his heel and making his way to an empty table. He takes his time, making a winding route around the edges of the room, pausing at the notice board to skim through the requests on display, stealing glances at the room's other inhabitants all the while.

Finally, he takes a seat, plopping his pack on the table in front of him. He draws a folded sheet of heavy parchment from inside, spreads it on the table, and begins to read.

After a time perusing the letter, the young half-orc puts it away back in his pack, slings the pack over his shoulder, gives a nod to the barman, and departs.

Was hoping to get some general RP in before this quest started, but I guess I mistimed it. Next time, maybe!

"The British are coming! The British are coming!"

Listen, my children, and you'll be awed
Of the midnight ride of William Dawes
On twentieth Kuthona, forty seven twenty
The Grand Lodge had news aplenty
Forest of Spirits ruled by unknown laws

The sun set over the Puddles district, and the city came to life. The nightly bloom of activity masked the various minor - and major - infractions.

A Mwangi woman entered a tavern, intentionally unnamed to avoid notice by the authorities. She took a seat in the corner and purified her mulled wine with a spell before consuming it. A few minutes later, a tiefling wearing a red cape took the seat across from her, and they argued for a bit in Infernal.

"You should have thought of that before you paid us," the tiefling announced, in Common. "Things are already in motion."

Nina grabbed his arm as he stood up to leave. "I'm not asking for my money back. I'm asking you to call it off."

The tiefling drew a serrated blade and pointed it at Nina's face. "You're lucky that I don't kill for free, or you'd already be dead," he growled. He pulled the collar up on his cloak and rushed out the door.

Nina rushed out the door after him. A brilliant flash of light lit up the street, and then a second. When the green faded from peoples' eyes, a red-cloaked tiefling lay face down in the mud.

"Hey!" the bartender shouts, as the tiefling draws his blade. "No weapons in the bar!" Ducking under the bar, he follows the two figures to the doorway. As the flash fades, he grasps the symbol of Cayden Cailean around his neck and weaves a spell to stabilize the unconscious tiefling. "Your beef is your business," he says to the woman, "but killin' folks on my doorstep makes it my problem. Take it somewhere else, please."

...Glad now the Bartender's Attention is off his Transmorphic Paraphernalia, Fjorn seizes the opportune distraction to pour a little of his Bottled Kombucha into his mug to balance the Hydrocidic Potential of the legally-purchased brew...

...With the mysterious Aasimar's and Tiefling's scuffle concluded in exeunt chase - a dispute of the heavens? - he returns to minding his own business in his bar stool...

The hostess gives Seedy an approving nod. She also notes who the troublemakers were to keep a careful eye out in the future.

As she enters the bar, she asks Seedy What was all that about?

"I wish I knew, Katrina" Seedy says, as he returns behind the bar and resumes the cocktail he was mixing. "Or maybe I don't. Cayden frowns on barfights, regardless. Anyway," he says with a grin, "what can I getcha?"

Aw .... I'll have a cider thanks she replies. Seedy can probably smell the faint scent of salt water on her, as if she had been swimming recently. Just that I thought I recognized the voice of the aasimar. Sounded like Nina. Her and I were on a mission to the Monastery of the Unbreaking Waves where we battled sahuagin underwater. Great fun. Even the dwarf with us got into the spirit of things.

"That sounds like quite the tale" Seedy says, drawing a pint of cider. "How was life beneath the waves?"