DM Harpwizard’s Heroes of Elsir Vale (Inactive)

Game Master GM Harpwizard

I'll go check out the carriage. You go around for a wide perimmeter of the building, see if htere's any good hiding places, stuff like that. Meet me back here in 10 minutes.

Thordak nods and heads off around the building, surveying the grounds and searching for clues and hide-outs as stealthily as possible.

Stealth: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

He then checks the door to see if it is open. If it is, he will peek inside, but not enter. If it is locked, he will go find Bofus at the carriage. Are the upstairs windows open?

@Bofus The carriage looks like it is very fancy, but at a close inspection, you realize that behind the curtains, there are iron bars over the windows. You notice the name of the carriage maker carved into the woodwork on the side of the carriage. In small letters they say the following.

Restar and Vanes
Custom Carriages
Westcrown, Cheliax.

@Thordak

Walking around the perimeter, you notice many trees and bushes around the warehouse. There are many good spots to hide if you were good at climbing, but there are still a few bushes around as well if you prefer staying on the ground. Around the back of the warehouse, you notice four great draft horses left in a small paddock where they are happily grazing. The horses do not seem to notice you.

The upstairs windows appear to be shut.

Thordak heads back to the carriage and meets up with Bofus. Bofus, they've got some big ol' horses out back, look like they migh be fer pullin' this wagon... The doors are locked an' the windows upstairs are shut, but there are ways around that... Out back there are plenty o' trees an' bushes to hide in if anybody needs to. Oi wanna get inside this place, though... You think you could pick this lock without lettin' anybody know you've done it? If Oi can, Oi'd like to find a place in the warehouse, maybe upstairs, where Oi can watch the whole thing an' pick off some thugs if things get hairy... Wot d'ye think? Thordak asks in a whisper.

Taking a seat at the table where the parchment is in front of him, Mantooth thinks for a moment and then begins writing down some things that he thinks Cebrë should know.

" Mantooth - human paladin..
Matthias - human cleric and horse rider..
Bofus - halfling trickster..
Florence - human story-teller..
Thordak - dwarf smith and mud.."

Looking up for a moment, Mantooth looks to Matthias. "Thordak has the right idea, Matthias. We can't just attack Rotskill - we need to figure out how to use him and his thugs to find the leader. Surely you have had experience with such a thing when you were in the Brindol Lions? What's the best way to get to a criminal leader?"

Under the list of names Mantooth makes a new header, "Notable Events", beginning with how most of the party met at the Stone Wyvern as competitors of the tournament that was recently held in town where they met Florence later. He keeps the summary of the encounters with Rotskill somewhat vague and not writing down anything that could put them in harms way if the parchment was stolen, hoping it will jog her memory enough.

"..You found a dead old man..
..We killed a large, ice-breathing wolf..
..The Lord of Brindol has taking quite a liking to you and your singing and dancing.."

When Mantooth's hand begins to tire and his penmanship begins to to dwindle, he pauses.

"Anyone want to have a look at this - See if I missed anything?"

Matthias stands from the table and says:
Ah, I've forgotten some of my most important business I have to return to market street, will you all be here in an hour? I trust all of you to come up with a splendid plan! I shall return shortly and be ready to do my part.
With that Matthias dashes from the Wyvern as his newly adorned cloak whirls behind him in a dazzling display of decadency and desire.

@Those present at the Stone Wyvern

As Matthias opens the front door to run out, he is met by a half orc standing in the doorway with his arms full of travel trunks. He immediately barges in, pushing you to the side.

"Open door too slow! Make me mad! Prepare meet Great Lookstar!"

A richly dressed man strides into the inn with his blue star speckled robe flowing behind him. He has peppered white hair, a short beard, and your first impression is that he is very full of himself.

The name is Lockstar, you oaf. Get it right. I am Lockstar the Great. I am an entertainer extraordinaire and I am here to dazzle the good folk of Brindol with my charm, wit and natural talent. I was told that this is one of the nicest inns in the city. Naturally I expect nothing less than the best you have to offer. So, tell me about the room I will be staying in."

Selena, Yab's assistant, runs behind the desk and looks through the book. "Uhm, Uhm. . .I'm sorry Mr. Lockstar. Do you have a reservation?" she nervously asks.

"Are you trying to tell me that I need a reservation. My dear, you do not understand. I am Lockstar the Great. Of course I don't need a reservation!" Selena looks desperately at the books and then replies, "I will have to find Master Yab. I will be right back." Selena runs off quickly.

Lockstar looks around the common room and then comments to the half-orc. "This place is rather quaint, but what is that hideous statue doing in the common room? I really must talk to the owner and ask him to remove it."

Thordak heads back to the carriage and meets up with Bofus. Bofus, they've got some big ol' horses out back, look like they migh be fer pullin' this wagon... The doors are locked an' the windows upstairs are shut, but there are ways around that... Out back there are plenty o' trees an' bushes to hide in if anybody needs to. Oi wanna get inside this place, though... You think you could pick this lock without lettin' anybody know you've done it? If Oi can, Oi'd like to find a place in the warehouse, maybe upstairs, where Oi can watch the whole thing an' pick off some thugs if things get hairy... Wot d'ye think? Thordak asks in a whisper.

I could open the lock easily enough--but I think they're inside already. I *might* be able to do it without anyone inside hearing, but I doubt it. I'm good, but even I have my limits!

Any way to tell whether they're inside? Tracks, noise, shadows, anything?

@Bofus

Another perception check to listen at the door.

Another perception check to listen at the door.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24

Huh. Thordak, let's head back to the Wyvern. They're inside already. We need to plan.

On the way, I'll disclose what I overheard go ahead and read the spoiler

As she sees the celebrity enter, Florence feigns excitement and claps in her hands, then whispering aloud to Mantooth

Wow, see that?! Isn't that Lockstar, the one and only impressionario extraordinario?

@Stone Wyvern

Master Yab comes scurrying back with Selena close at his heels. "Good afternoon, Mister Lockstar! Welcome to my home. How may I help you?"

"Well, I am looking for your finest room available. I expect nothing less than the best!" Lockstar proclaims.

"Well, naturally," Yab replies, trying not to appear flustered. The gnome suddenly starts flipping through the pages of his registry in a panic. " We will have a room for you in just a moment, Mr. Lockstar!. " Turning to his assistant he whispers, "Selena, please remove Mr. Fortkeep's belongings and give him room 7. I will negotiate with him later.

Lockstar then announces to the gnome, "Travel gives me a great thirst. Please bring me a glass of your finest wine. I wish to visit with my fans while I wait." Walking further into the common room, the celebrity greets all of you. "Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. Desna has blessed you with the opportunity to brush shoulders with fame. Obviously, I am Lockstar the Great."

Huh. Thordak, let's head back to the Wyvern. They're inside already. We need to plan.

On the way, I'll disclose what I overheard go ahead and read the spoiler

Oh. Well, then! Thordak says, stepping away from the door. We really should do some plannin'! ...Hey, wait just a minute... Wot d'ye say we stick around a bit an' see who Rotskill's talkin' to? Maybe it doesn't matter, but Oi'd like to know who we're dealin' with...

Some what surprised that Matthias completely ignored Mantooth's question, the Paladin stands and pushes his chair in at the table, looking at the new visitor.

Approaching Master Yab, Mantooth ducks down so the gnome can hear him. "Forgive me for overhearing, sir, but if you feel as though my room would be adequate for your new guest, please feel free to put him in my room - if, of course, you have another chamber that I could stay in for a few more days."

Mantooth approaches Lockstar, bowing slightly in front of him. "The great Lockstar!" Mantooth exclaims. "Such an honor, sir! What brings you to Brindol?"

Sense Motive 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26

Bluff 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20

@Mantooth

"The great Lockstar!" Mantooth exclaims. "Such an honor, sir! What brings you to Brindol?"

"Good afternoon, sir. I am obviously here to perform! I am one of the finest bards in all of the land. Certainly you must have heard of Lockstar, the great! You don't wander the countryside and bury your head in the sand do you?"

Oh. Well, then! Thordak says, stepping away from the door. We really should do some plannin'! ...Hey, wait just a minute... Wot d'ye say we stick around a bit an' see who Rotskill's talkin' to? Maybe it doesn't matter, but Oi'd like to know who we're dealin' with...

I was thinking that same thing. I have my suspicions, so I'd like to confirm. let's see if I can't sidle up to a window, and . . .

Are there any windows open/cracked? I'll peek in and see if I can determine anything about the speakers, anyone else present, and the layout.

Stealth: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (17) + 13 = 30
Perceptions: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14

If I can't see enough for whatever reason, i'll try whatever else seems appropriate given the circumstances (find a crate I can quietly move to stand on; find a crack in teh wall; another window, etc). Then, we can head back and plan a bit.

Pfff!

Matthias is disgruntled by the half orc pushing him aside but had more important business to attend to. He continued out the door grumbling under his breath about clumsy orcs as he hurried to the Centigon group.

" You don't wander the countryside and bury your head in the sand do you?"

Sidestepping Lockstar's question, Mantooth looks the man over to see if there is anything particularly interesting or unusual about him.

"Of course you are a bard, Master Lockstar. You are here for a performance? Forgive me, but I don't think I've ever had the pleasure of hearing you perform. Do you have time to sing a short song now for us underprivileged?"

Diplomacy 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12

Mantooth then turns to the half-orc "And what about you, sir? Are you a bard as well? You look as though you may hide a beautiful singing voice."

@Bofus and Thordak You are very stealthy and unable to be detected, but you are unable to see into the warehouse.

@Stone Wyvern

"Of course you are a bard, Master Lockstar. You are here for a performance? Forgive me, but I don't think I've ever had the pleasure of hearing you perform. Do you have time to sing a short song now for us underprivileged?"

”I am an artist! I don’t just perform for anyone. Don’t you realize that concert halls all over the Isger are trying to get me to come and delight their audiences. In fact tomorrow night I am performing at Vellorian’s Playhouse. Why in the world do you think I would sing for you, for free? Go buy yourself a ticket, young man!”

Mantooth then turns to the half-orc "And what about you, sir? Are you a bard as well? You look as though you may hide a beautiful singing voice."

The half orc looks at you gruffly and says ”I am basher of man who annoy me!”

@Matthias

You arrive at the Centigon Group and you are greeted by a young woman who leans back in her chair playing with a dagger in her fingers. She puts down the dagger as you enter and stands up to greet you." Well met, Sir. What can I do for you?"

Florence exclaims

If he's a bard, I'm a wizard, see I can make that the air stinks!

while cursing in a low voice, she adds what an idiot.

Well, I can't tell who else is in there. I think we should head back. Shall we?

We go directly to the Wyvern unless Thordak has something else in mind.

@Mantooth

"Forgive me for overhearing, sir, but if you feel as though my room would be adequate for your new guest, please feel free to put him in my room - if, of course, you have another chamber that I could stay in for a few more days."

Trabalard replies to the paladin, "That won't be necessary, and I thank you kindly, Sir Longbrow. However, may I impose on you to let Durgin Fortkeep share a room with you? I would be ever so grateful!"

@Thordak and Bofus

You return to the Stone Wyvern where you find Florence and Mantooth waiting in the common room. You also notice the following dialogue between Trabalard and a well dressed human with his half orc servant.

"Your room is all set, Mr. Lockstar. I hope it meets with your satisfaction." Trabalard says.

"We shall see. Remember, I expect only the best. . . Oh yes, I must also ask you to keep this small box in your treasure chest. It is worth a great deal, and I trust your security is up to a high standard." Lockstar replies.

"Most certainly, Mr. Lockstar! Absolutely. My, this is very heavy. It will be very well taken care of. I assure you!"

”I am an artist! I don’t just perform for anyone.”

Mantooth nods to Tralabad Yab before turing back to Lockstar, ignoring the half-orc's reply for his own safety.

Handle Animal 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17

"As you can see," Mantooth says, gesturing around the room with his hand. "This is a very fine establishment, and we cannot have just anyone demanding what they will here. There's been quite a few shady characters running around these parts, and I have never seen your face before. You wouldn't mind singing but maybe a verse for everyone - Just to demonstrate you are the great bard you say you are?"

Diplomacy 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22

"I mean no disrespect in asking, sir. I am merely a knight of Brindol and I am obligated to protect the people."

"I mean no disrespect in asking, sir. I am merely a knight of Brindol and I am obligated to protect the people."

Interesting . . . for some reason Mantooth clearly doesn't trust this guy.

Sense Motive to get a "gut reaction" on Rockstar here. Also, I'm familiar with these parts--have I ever heard of a great bard named Lockstar?

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20
Knowledge: Local 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

I move over to Florence and whisper "Who's the fop?"

@Bofus

@All present in Stone Wyvern

”You wouldn't mind singing but maybe a verse for everyone - Just to demonstrate you are the great bard you say you are?"

I see, young man, you have your doubts about me. So, you are not just trying to get a free concert. I understand now. You simply cannot believe that Lockstar the Great is actually staying in the same inn as you. Well, believe, my child, for I shall now prove it to you." The bard takes off his star covered cloak and flings it onto a nearby chair and then he pulls out a lute and begins to strum. He walks around the room, showing off his technique and dazzling showmanship. Soon a most enchanting song comes out of his mouth. He walks around the room and wanders up to Florence where bends down on one knee and sings to her as if she was his muse.

Perform Check 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28

You are all stunned that this self centered bard could sing as well as he boasted. He clearly knows how to perform, but you somehow wish he could learn a lesson in humility.

As the song comes to a close, Trabalard Yab claps enthusiastically. "Bravo! It really is him! Lockstar the Great is actually going to stay in my inn! Wait until I tell Stumblemoss!"

Mantooth claps slowly when the bard finishes, looking impressed. " That was excellent, Master Lockstar. It is truly an honor to be staying in the same inn as you. Where would one procure a ticket for your show tomorrow? Are you performing for Lord Jarmaath himself?"

Mantooth is sure to study Lockstar's reaction to the mention of Lord Jarmaath's name

Perception 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

Thordak watches the scene unfold over the rim of his tankard, his eyes mere slits of suspicion.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20

Wot's this prinker's game? Oi've had enough o' this croonin'... He mutters grumpily.

He calls out to the man. Hey, Crock-scar! Are you tryin' to sell somethin? Why don't ye sing a song that doesn't make me sick? Don't ye know any songs about axes?

You arrive at the Centigon Group and you are greeted by a young woman who leans back in her chair playing with a dagger in her fingers. She puts down the dagger as you enter and stands up to greet you." Well met, Sir. What can I do for you?"

Hello, my name is Matthias Teskerwill, I am interesting in hiring some highly trained men to guard something very dear to me. They would need to be able to deal with any type of attack weather it be through trickery or force. Would you have say... 3 individuals that would fit that description?

Hello, my name is Matthias Teskerwill, I am interesting in hiring some highly trained men to guard something very dear to me. They would need to be able to deal with any type of attack weather it be through trickery or force. Would you have say... 3 individuals that would fit that description?

"Indeed we do, Master Teskerwill. We are the Centigon Group and that's what we do. Now, before I quote you a price, please tell me, how valuable is this very dear object? Are there any known people that are seeking this item out?"

"Indeed we do, Master Teskerwill. We are the Centigon Group and that's what we do. Now, before I quote you a price, please tell me, how valuable is this very dear object? Are there any known people that are seeking this item out?"

It is priceless to me. The object is less of an it and more of a who, he is my noble steed Humphrey, you may know him the winner of the steeple chase. A rival of mine has been very interested in obtaining him of late, Veressa Kaal. I am worried that she will resort to thievery in order to obtain him and I cannot risk that happening.

You are all stunned that this self centered bard could sing as well as he boasted. He clearly knows how to perform, but you somehow wish he could learn a lesson in humility.

*claps enthusiastically* Very well played, sir! <--double entendre intended

I'm going to keep an eye on this one. Waht's the half-orc doing?

I'll stifle my giggles at Thordak's response; I'm curious to see how he handles heckling!

I'll also get my friends' attention: Guys, can we talk now? Oh, we should wait for Matthias--how long's he gonna be?

Florence shrugs after Lockstar has ended

OK, maybe he CAN sing...but I bet he knows no song about axes...every true bard knows some songs of the well known dwarven cantor Ratek of Janderhoff, ahem.

Florence harrumphes curtly, then sings

ting ting ting
ring ring ring
goes my ears
from the long years
of under dwelling
for mineral selling

oi vonder now the world
of bright and quiet.

Perform1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25

Now that's more like it! Thordak says, stomping his foot along in time.

Florence harrumphes curtly, then sings

*applause* DA'S me goil!! *wink*

”Trabalard Yab claps his hands in delight! By the grace of Shelyn we are blessed with two amazing bards here at the Stone Wyvern! This day keeps getting better and better!“

Well,” Lockstar replies dryly. That is not bad, but have you heard the ‘Ballad of the Border’

Perform Check 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26

Making sure to clap a little louder for Florence before Lockstar began his second song, Mantooth listened to the "Ballad of the Border" with a grim look on his face.

When Lockstar finishes, Mantooth again claps for the man, but this time addresses him as well. "Master Lockstar, that was quite the ballad. Did you write that yourself? How did you come up with such.." Mantooth pauses for a moment, searching for the correct word, "..Powerful lyrics?"

"Master Lockstar, that was quite the ballad. Did you write that yourself? How did you come up with such.." Mantooth pauses for a moment, searching for the correct word, "..Powerful lyrics?"

"Well thank you, young man. I'm glad you enjoyed it. I based it on an old poem I use to hear back in my homeland of Cheliax. There is nothing like the emotional surge you get from singing a powerful song from one's own homeland. It almost gives a tear to the eye, doesn't it? I can tell that you feel it right in your heart as well. Do you feel the call to glory and the lure of joining the hellknights? . . . Lockstar turns a glance at Florence, " . . . or do you prefer to hang out with dwarves?"

I based it on an old poem I use to hear back in my homeland of Cheliax.

Hmmmmm . . . coincidence? There *are* a lot of people around for the tournament . . .

Um, pardon me, sir, but I couldn't help but wonder. Why would a bard as famous and as talented as yourself show up *after* the end of this locale's biggest event of the year? I mean, perhaps I'm oversimplifying things, but you'd have increased your fame tremendously had you performed while practically the entire Vale was here.

Sense Motive (vs. reply specifically): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18
I'm also watching the half orc carefully. If necessary:
Sense Motive (vs. 1/2orc): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23

Oh yes, Mantooth would surely love to join the hellknights, hang out at the torture chamber or next to the block on the marketsquare...oh yeah and don't forget the nice spikey armor...sooo cute.

she rolls with her eyes and tries to remember if she ever heard of that Lockstar guy back in Galt.

”Um, pardon me, sir, but I couldn't help but wonder. Why would a bard as famous and as talented as yourself show up *after* the end of this locale's biggest event of the year? I mean, perhaps I'm oversimplifying things, but you'd have increased your fame tremendously had you performed while practically the entire Vale was here.”

”Yes, I heard about the Elsir Vale Tournament of Heroes. That would have been a splendid idea. In fact we tried to reach Brindol in time for the tournament, but we were waylaid by goblins along the Dawnway up in the Wyrmsmoke mountains. We nearly lost my carriage, and we actually needed to replace the wheel. We would have been quickly slain if it wasn’t for my quick wit and skill. With the use of a small illusion, I frightened off the little fiends. But alas, here I am. Although, I may be late, at least Brindol will still have the opportunity to experience Lockstar the Great!”

@Florence

You do not ever recall hearing of a famous or infamous bard by the name of Lockstar.

Given my rather extensive knowledge of the local geography and fauna, does his story sound plausible?

Knowledge: Local--1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8

Also, any result from either Sense MOtive check based on his reply (targeting him, and his muscle)?

"Well thank you, young man. I'm glad you enjoyed it. I based it on an old poem I use to hear back in my homeland of Cheliax. There is nothing like the emotional surge you get from singing a powerful song from one's own homeland. It almost gives a tear to the eye, doesn't it? I can tell that you feel it right in your heart as well. Do you feel the call to glory and the lure of joining the hellknights? . . .

It doesn't sound like yer Precious Hellknights did ye much good when the goblins attacked! Now who would go an' name themselves the Hellknights anyhow? Maybe they're doomed to hell 'cause o' how bad they are with their swords? Maybe they're just cowards an' they wanna scare people so they don't ever have to fight 'em at all...hrmm...that might explain the spikes, too...Hrah! These Hellknights sound like they're compensatin' fer sumthin!

Lockstar turns a glance at Florence, " . . . or do you prefer to hang out with dwarves?"

Thordak nods in agreement. Yup! Oi most certainly do, ye sparkle-toed sot!

Thordak sees the Half-Orc's fidgeting and waves him over with his hand. Hey wot about you, mister "basher-of-man-who-annoy-me?" Did those nasty goblin-boblins scare you?

Also, any result from either Sense Motive check based on his reply (targeting him, and his muscle)?

Oops! Sorry about that.

Lockstar appears to be telling the truth or bluffling very well when he replies. However, the half orc looks like he is uncomfortable hearing the short tale of the goblins. You are not clear why.

However, the half orc looks like he is uncomfortable hearing the short tale of the goblins. You are not clear why.

Oh, I think I can work with that. I'll wait until Lockstar is talking with Thordak, as Thordak has been rather insulting. ONce Lockstar is engaged, I'll quietly address the half-orc.

So, goblins, eh? I know the goblin tribes around those mountains well! There's really only 2 main tribes, the Gochnar goblins, who always use their tribe name as a war cry, and the Plechnoch goblins, who wear bright green feather headdresses. Which one attacked you?

Bluff: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21

Cebrë walks in the door and immediately notices Lockstar and the half-orc.
She looks at Bofus and nods to the newcomers,

These two aren't with you guys are they?
Anyway...I see something has been written on my parchment - you have my thanks

She walks over and begins reading what Mantooth has written.

@Stone Wyvern

So, goblins, eh? I know the goblin tribes around those mountains well! There's really only 2 main tribes, the Gochnar goblins, who always use their tribe name as a war cry, and the Plechnoch goblins, who wear bright green feather headdresses. Which one attacked you?

Sense Motive 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16

Oh my! You sure do know much about goblins. Hmm? I certainly cannot recall what they shouted for their battle cry, and I don't think I can remember what they were wearing at the time. They all look the same to me." Lockstar replies.

The half orc then approaches Bofus and and says, "They from the ShutyourtrapbeforIbashyou Tribe!"

Intimidate 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13

Trabalard comes back, from stowing away Lockstar's heavy box in the Inn's treasure chest, and politely addresses the bard, "If you are ready, Mr. Lockstar, I am ready to show you your room at this point."

"That would be splendid, my good gnome. I must retire and prepare for tomorrow nights big performance. Naturally, I will need my rest. Good afternoon, people. !"

@Matthias

It is priceless to me. The object is less of an it and more of a who, he is my noble steed Humphrey, you may know him the winner of the steeple chase. A rival of mine has been very interested in obtaining him of late, Veressa Kaal. I am worried that she will resort to thievery in order to obtain him and I cannot risk that happening.

Well, you've come to the right place. We can protect the prize horse for 30 gold per week. Will that rate work for you, Mr. Teskerwill? Also, where can your horse be found?"

Oh my! You sure do know much about goblins. Hmm? I certainly cannot recall what they shouted for their battle cry, and I don't think I can remember what they were wearing at the time. They all look the same to me." Lockstar replies.

The half orc then approaches Bofus and and says, "They from the ShutyourtrapbeforIbashyou Tribe!"

Intimidate 1d20+4

Huh, you sound a might sore about that, there, Orcy! Did you shut your trap before they bashed you? Or did you get a few good whacks in the face from their tiny clubs? Oi hate to ask, but Oi just couldn't tell otherwise... Thordak says, stepping up beside Bofus.

Does Half-Orc count as goblinoid?

Florence joins Thordak on Bofus' other side.

Huh, you sound a might sore about that, there, Orcy! Did you shut your trap before they bashed you? Or did you get a few good whacks in the face from their tiny clubs? Oi hate to ask, but Oi just couldn't tell otherwise... Thordak says, stepping up beside Bofus.

The half orc draws his dagger and prepares to stab Thordak, when Lockstar calls out to him. "Stay the blade, Mister Rogback! Don't waste your time on them. Besides, I need you to stay out of trouble. We don't want a recurrence of Nimon Gap now, do we?! I believe it is time for us to see our rooms. Good day to all of you."

Trabalard escorts Lockstar the Great and Mr. Rogback up the stairs to their room. The common room is empty other than yourselves and Roland at the bar.