Welcome to Sandpoint!
Located several miles north of Magnimar along the Lost Coast, the bustling coastal town of Sandpoint is busy and vibrant with the excitement of the upcoming Swallowtail Festival. Food vendors and peddlers of all kinds have set up stalls and carts throughout the market square and around the newly built Sandpoint Cathedral.
Several years ago, the old Cathedral burned down in a tragedy that claimed the life of the Cathedral's priest, Father Tobyn, and his beautiful daughter, Nualia. Father Tobyn was well-loved by the town's people, and his passing was mourned by all. Nualia was an exceptionable beautiful young Aasimar woman, who many say was blessed by the goddess Desna herself.
In honor of the completion of the new cathedral, the town is holding the Swallowtail Festival to renew the site's blessings from the gods, and the whole town is full of an immense amount of excitement. Much tragedy has befallen the town over the past years, something the townsfolk call the 'Late Unpleasantness.' Everyone is looking forward to a chance to relax and finally put the past behind them.
Each of you, for your own reasons, find yourselves in Sandpoint on the 22nd of the month of Rova, one day before the Autumnal Equinox, which is also the date of the festival. With the festivities beginning in the morning, you have each made your way to one of the local taverns, the Rusty Dragon, in hopes of renting a room and filling your stomaches with some hot food.
This large wooden building is the first structure one encounters after crossing the southern bridge entrance into Sandpoint, marked by a sizable iron dragon that looms over travelers from the building's roof; time and weather have taken a toll on the sculpture's iron form, which undoubtedly is the source of the tavern's name.
The common room is chalk full with people. The bartender and owner is a beautiful young woman, who is busily bent over the stove adding different spices to a stew boiling away in its pot. She appears to be in her mid-twenties, and of possible Tian ancestry. A tattoo of a dragon and music notes covers her left arm, and a finely crafted rapier hangs loosely from her shapely hip. An elderly halfling woman, constantly on her feet, attempts to fetch drinks and food for the ever growing horde of patrons.
Anaach Sklar-Quah is a very large Shoanti, his bald head is growing faint black stubble, accentuating the dark red tattoo across his face
Leaned against the wall next to him is a weathered iron axe, its double bladed head chipped and scored, two long straps of leather spiral down the haft, long ago stained black by sweat..
His armor is stiff boiled leather with iron studs and tribal symbols roughly carved into it, the armor could certainly use a wash or three, mud caked into its surface.
An iron tipped spear leans against the table, well within arms reach. It has a cruel barb on the end of it, adding to it's lethality.
A simple pack sits between his feet
The pleasant scent that emanated from the stove sneaked into the nostrils of Landis, who had just stepped into the populated tavern. Blue eyes studied the smiling faces of numerous patrons that sat about the steadily overflowing establishment, it was quite the change from the taverns he had frequented from Korvosa, he didn't notice as much shifty figures in the crowd and saw even fewer scowling faces Maybe this will be a good place to live in after all A slight smile appeared on Landis' face, but then it disappeared almost as quickly as it came.
Noticing four free stools by the bar, Landis hurried his steps and sat on the one to the far right, then he took notice of the dark haired beauty tending and improving the soup that had sent the appetizing smell that lured him here, for a brief moment he pictured another woman working by the stove but then he placed that memory aside, as there was no sense in mulling over the past when he was trying to build a future for himself here.
"Excuse me, a bowl of the soup your preparing" Said Landis, raising his voice slightly so that Ameiko could hear him over the sounds that seemed as much of a constant presence in the Rusty Dragon, as its fireplace.
The young man named Artyom walks through the the small town, his gaze going to the decorations being set up, his right hand holding a wooden cane (that seems to be longer than a normal cane should be), and a pack on his back. His purple eyes narrow slightly at the various banners and other decorations emblazoned with the symbol of Desna. 'Hmph. Desna. How ironic.' As he thinks, a small thrush flitters down onto his shoulder and says, "It's alright, Art. Don't worry about it." He looks to the bird and says, "Whatever. Let's just look at these ruins and move on." The bird then flies and pecks at Artyom's head. It then says, "We're not in a rush. Why not spend at least a day off just having fun?" The mage rolls his eyes and says, "Alright. A few days off. After that, we go back to the plan." He then turns his head frontwards. As he passes, several people stare at him with incredulous looks. He gives a small smile, knowing that they're caught off guard by his prominent Azlanti heritage. He stops at a local tavern. His eyebrow raises, taking in the building and it's rusty dragon ornament. He shrugs and enters the building.
He takes in the environment, his eyes showing disinterest. He smells the very enticing smell of finely made soup. He sees a lot of people who appear to be locals. As Artyom moves to the bar, two people stand out to him. The first is a large Shoanti man. Artyom stares at him for few moments, as if appraising him. The other man is sitting at the bar, several stools down. Artyom sits, placing his pack on the floor near him, and putting his cane on the bartop, keeping both the pack and the cane within reach. He stares at the Cheliaxian before looking forward. He sees the alluring dark haired bartender over the stove and soup and looks at her, a light blush taking form. He shakes it off. 'No. You're still looking for... her.' After hearing the Cheliaxian order some soup, he raises his voice and says in Tien, "I will have some of the soup, as well. And some green tea with honey, if you have any." He then looks at the thrush on his shoulder and smiles before saying in Tien, "I would also like a small bowl of berries for my companion." He then digs through his pack and pulls out an obviously used book. He then opens it and begins to read.
The beautiful woman stirring soup by the bar looks up and smiles at the two of you. "Right away, sirs." She put's down her ladle, picks up two bowls from under the bar, and begins to fill them with soup. "I haven't seen your faces before. I assume you're in town for the festival?" Without waiting for a reply she continues. "My name is Ameiko Kajitsu. I own the Rusty Dragon." She delivers the steaming hot soup to both of you, and turns to Artyom. "I'll send Bethana for your tea and berries when she next comes around."
Anaach sighs, seeing the soup is ready to be served, and waves over the serving woman...
Miss, would you kindly bring over a bowl of that wonderful smelling soup, and a small ale and a large mug, half full of water? the man asks quietly, his voice is deep but calming
His hand goes to the pack by his leg, as if reassuring himself it is there unconciously
As the woman places the soup in front of him, he looks up and places his book in his bag. As he enjoys his meal, he says, "A pleasure to meet you, Lady Kajitsu. I am Artyom Marisan." He looks around and says, "This is a nice place you have here." He takes a couple bites before continuing: "This is my first time in Sandpoint. If my family has been here before, then I was too young to remember. To be honest, I'm not here for the festival. Originally, I came here to examine the nearby Thassilonian ruins. However, it seems that my winged companion thinks that I need to take a break from my work." He gives a small glare at his familiar, who just flutters down on to the bar and looks at him. It says, "It's true. You need some small amount of fun." Artyom shrugs and continues to eat, while looking around.
"It's a pleasure to make both of your acquaintances," she says, addressing both Artyom and the thrush on his shoulder. She seems to know a familiar when she sees one. "If you'll excuse me, I believe someone is trying to get my attention."
She bows and walks over to the tall Shoanti man. "You called for some soup?" she asks.
"It's a pleasure to make both of your acquaintances," she says, addressing both Artyom and the thrush on his shoulder. She seems to know a familiar when she sees one. "If you'll excuse me, I believe someone is trying to get my attention."
She bows and walks over to the tall Shoanti man. "You called for some soup?" she asks.
He nods, absently touching the red tattoo on his face... "yes, ma'am... I would like some soup please, as well as a small ale and a large mug, half water... thank you very much."
He slips a silver piece out of a pouch at his hip...
When Ameiko returned behind the bar Landis turned his face in her, as he took a sip of the soup Even better than I thought it would be Dipping the spoon into his meal once more, Landis smiled to the one who prepared this meal "This soup is the best thing I've had in a long while, I am tempted to steal the recipe...but I doubt I could recreate it" Landis took another sip of his soup "But where are my manners? My name is Landis Leffo, I am hoping to find a home in Sandpoint, and no I am not here for the festival, I didn't even know that the town was planning to celebrate before I saw the decorations" Continued the man with the sheathed short sword, before giving his attention back to the bowl before him.
Landis' blue iris' shifted to his left when he was half way through his bowl. He had obviously not missed the spell book the wizard that sat beside him pulled out, which lead Landis to the assumption that the bird that accompanied this man was his familiar Wizards and magical beasts eh? I just can't seem to dodge them, no matter where I go Landis decided to reserve judgement of this fellow for now; as he appeared to know what he was doing and didn't seem like much of a show off...which was always good as far as the rogue was concerned Still its best to be wary than sorry Thought Landis before he glanced to his back, wondering if there were other arcane users about, while he didn't notice any, he didn't miss the large Shoanti warrior with the distinctive red tattoo.
He looks like a man who've seen plenty of blood, I wonder what he's doing here Thought Landis as he moved his eyes to his soup once more.
Taking half a moment to parse his request, she replies "One soup and a watered down ale it is." She catches the halfling women and exchanges a few words with her. The halfling walks to the bar and begins to pour ale and mix tea while Ameiko goes to chat with a group of patrons near the door.
Taking half a moment to parse his request, she replies "One soup and a watered down ale it is." She catches the halfling women and exchanges a few words with her. The halfling walks to the bar and begins to pour ale and mix tea while Ameiko goes to chat with a group of patrons near the door.
He bows his head gratefully,taking in the bar's many patrons... a man with a bird, likely a Druid, speaking with animals, many eyes, everywhere..., a man with a short swordpossibly a trained fighter, a soldier, like me.but too small... maybe a scout
He scratches his leg...feeling an old scar through the leather or maybe I'm paranoid... could be a birdkeeper and a local guard...
Finn smiles a little as he sees the Rusty Dragon's eponymous sculpture and the smell of whatever was cooking inside made his smile into a grin.
Flipping his lucky doubloon absently up and down, as he often did, Finn walked into the rapidly filling Inn. Finding most of the tables taken by diners, drinkers, or just folk there for fun, he takes a standing place at the bar.
"Hail Lady fair!" he cried, tapping his doubloon on the bar surface."What is tha' divine smell coming from yer soup pot, eh? I'll take me a bowl o' tha' and a knot o' bread if ye have any. I'd also get a shot o' wisgeah should ye have some o' that potable. If not, then ale'll do, aye, so it will."
Assuming the Tien lovely brings him his drink and steaming bowl, Finn asks, "Wha' can ye tell us o' the Festival on the morrow, lass? I walked a long way to see the openin' o' yer wee cathedral an' I don't want ta miss any o' the festivities. Imagine a whole festival for the Dreamer, isn't it grand?"
Casting his eyes around the room, just another common room in another inn in another small town, Finn sighs. He nods to the large Shoanti with facial tattoo and looks curiously at the studious fellow reading an arcane tome right in the middle of the floor.
Here sitting beside him was another traveler it appeared, one who was not here for the festival at all by his words, but maybe he didn't know that the goddess had determined his path would cross with theirs this day.
In between mouthfuls of the delicious soup, Finn talks up the man next to him (Landis). "Say, me good man, ye wouldn't want ta flip fer the price o' dinner, would ye'? Winner eats fer free, loser pays the way? We'll, man, what say ye?" He grins good-naturedly at the fellow, trying to draw him into the game.
Intrigue sparked within the rogue, who didn't expect someone to so casually walk up to him or anyone for that matter, and ask them to flip a coin to decide who would pay for the others dinner, especially considering that this newcomer seemed to be a stranger in town like he was Lets see where this goes Thought Landis as he turned to face lucky.
Pausing his meal, Landis swiftly pulls out a silver coin out of his coin pouch. Turning it around in front of Lucky's face was Landis' way of assuring him that no trick was involved "Call it" Said the rogue as he flung the coin in the air and let it fall upon the bar.
As he continues to eat his meal, Artyom sees the newcomer out of the corner of his eye. He looks at him with an appraising stare. He notices a few things about him. 'Lightly armored? Nothing odd about that. A starknife? Odd. But could just be an... odd warrior.' His purple tinted eyes then narrow at the sight of... 'A holy symbol of Desna? Great, a cleric.' He then turns back to his meal. As the cleric mentions the festival to Desna, Artyom gives a light groan. 'Of course, I forgot. Knowing my family, they'll be here. I hoped to avoid them. ...Well, most of them, anyways.' The thrush, on the other, looks at the other three men. Making a descion, he begins to fly towards the two men down the bar (Lucky and Landis). He flitters about before saying, "Why don't you join us? We're all outsiders here." Artyom notices him and says, "Ricky! Ricky, what are you doing?! Come here!" Ricky ignores this and flies to the Shoanti and says the same thing. Artyom is still shouting, "Ricky! Come here!" Ricky flies over to Artyom's outstretched hand. He then brings Ricky close to his face and says in a hush, "What are you doing?! We can't have them here! It'll ruin our plan!" Ricky stands firm though: "So? We're on vacation! Besides, they may be able to help us! At the very least, you could make some friends. It's what she would have wanted." Artyom goes silent before turning to his meal. When Bethana comes by with the tea and berries, Ricky immediately dives into the berries, happily enjoying. Artyom takes a sip of tea, enjoying the warmth and taste. He says, "Thank you... Bethana, was it?" He then reaches into his coin pouch and pulls out 2 gold coins and places them on the bartop. "You may keep any extra... as a tip and in thanks," he says, a small smile taking place.
"Ah, one interested in games, too!" thought Lucky Finn, intrigued as always by the game of chance.
"Lady Luck calls Crowns!" Finn cries as the man tosses his silver coin. He watches the coin tumble in slow motion it's rotations mesmerizing to him. He considers call on his Lady to influence this toss of the coin, he's fever for gambling striking him, but decides fair is fair (at least when the stakes were low) and avoids the temptation to go for more, temporarily holding his fever back.
The coin bounces on the bar, spins achingly slowly, and comes to rest...
with the Crown side up. Finn winks at the other fella, "Sometime she travels with ye, an' sometimes again'. But no question the game is fairly fought. Aye, lassie, send me bill ta this bloke, eh? There's a good lad!" He puts out his hand for a shake, sizing up the fellow to see if he is a sore or gracious loser, or if there is, perhaps, more to take from him this night.
Lucky is at first startled by the flying thrush, then laughs merrily. "Hail mate," Finn calls to the bird. "In a bit, per'aps, luv. Just now, I'm gettin' a wee free dinner." He nods at the man the thrush belongs to, and notes he doesn't seem happy for the bird to make the rounds. "Odd one, that. Guess I'll keep on eye on him just the same. The bird might be a good distraction, if one is needed.".
After he shook the hand of Finn, Landis motioned for him to sit on one of the empty stools next to him "Looks like I'll be buying you dinner" Said Landis, his tone of speech relaxed and indifferent.
Just as the rogue was about to return to his meal, the fluttering of wings bewildered him and stole his attention, this focus on the seemingly harmless familiar shifted away from it when Landis noticed its owner calling after it. Whether the bird chose to ignore its master or not was unclear, but what was clear was that it was flying towards the Shoanti warrior instead of its calling master And here I thought he had control over his pets Landis shook his head as he noticed how the bird and the wizard were drawing the eyes of several of the other customers; some laughed, others remained silent but focused on the flying familiar and the rest were talking about some of the arcane feats they've seen before.
"I hope he doesn't start chasing it around the place" Commented Landis as he took another spoon of soup into his mouth.
The thrush, flitters about before saying, "Why don't you join us? We're all outsiders here."
The northman looks at the bird.... Most definitely NOT a birdkeeper, he thinks as the bird invites him to sit with its master...
with the ease of actions repeated hundreds and hundreds of times, Anaach picks his pack up, slings his Battleaxe into a worn holster across his back, grips his spear as a walking staff, and heads over to the table where Artyom sits
The mercinary speaks softly, "You wished me to break bread with you, Skuukar?"
The enormous man's voice has a slight waver to it, as if he fears you...
Artyom turns at the large Shoanti's question. He gives a small glare at Ricky before sighing. "You came all the way here. So, I would like to have your company." He gestures to a stool on his left. Hearing the small waver, he says, "There's no need to be afraid, warrior. I'm not at a level to cause much damage to you. Nor do I want to. So, sit. Let's enjoy the wonderful meals before us." As Anaach sits, Artyom says, "I apologize if Ricky disrupted your peace. Despite becoming my familiar, he still has some free will. He often insists that he knows what's good for me. But, maybe that's because he originally belonged to my mother. But, where are my manners? I am Artyom Marisan." He takes a few more spoonfuls before asking, "I'm not too familiar with the Shoanti language. What does "skuukar" mean?" Ricky chirps happily before saying, "See? It's nice to have company. Maybe he would like to help us with our job."
Before fluttering away, Ricky gives a small happy chirp and says, "Thank you. He needs this. Whether he wants to admit it or not." At Lucky's nod, Artyom narrows his purple-tinted gaze slightly, but nods in acknowledgement. His facial expression shows that he's embarrassed by the whole situation.
Artyom lowers his head in embarrassment due to the reactions of the other patrons. At Landis's comment, Artyom turns his head towards him and says, "Very unlikely, cheliaxian. Ricky may give me some trouble, but he isn't that disobedient. I'd say that we have a closer bond than most beginning wizards because we've known each other for far longer."
Artyom turns at the large Shoanti's question. He gives a small glare at Ricky before sighing. "You came all the way here. So, I would like to have your company." He gestures to a stool on his left. Hearing the small waver, he says, "There's no need to be afraid, warrior. I'm not at a level to cause much damage to you. Nor do I want to. So, sit. Let's enjoy the wonderful meals before us." As Anaach sits, Artyom says, "I apologize if Ricky disrupt your peace. Despite becoming my familiar, he still has some free will. He often insists that he knows what's good for me. But, maybe that's because he originally belonged to my mother. But, where are my manners? I am Artyom Marisan." He takes a few more spoonfuls before asking, "I'm not too familiar with the Shoanti language. What does "skuukar" mean?" Ricky chirps happily before saying, "See? It's nice to have company. Maybe he would like to help us with our job."
Before fluttering away, Ricky gives a small happy chirp and says, "Thank you. He needs this. Whether he wants to admit it or not." At Lucky's nod, Artyom narrows his purple-tinted gaze slightly, but nods in acknowledgement. His facial expression shows that he's embarrassed by the whole situation.
Artyom lowers his head in embarrassment due to the reactions of the other patrons. At Landis's comment, Artyom turns his head towards him and says, "Very unlikely, cheliaxian. Ricky may give me some trouble, but he isn't that disobedient. I'd say that we have a closer bond than most beginning wizards because we've known each other for far longer."
"Suukar, is the honorary term for those who are capable of performing 'Suuk' the word for miracles" his voice is still quite wary, perhaps disbelieving you
before sitting the Shoanti slips his axe out of its resting place and leans it against the wall, setting his spear beside it, his pack goes onto the floor between his feet.
Artyom looks at Annach and says, "So, suukar is a name for wizards in Shoanti culture. Interesting. May I know your name?" He then looks at Ricky and sighs. "My friend, would you be interested in a job?"
Artyom continues his meal. He says, "All right, Ricky. Here's a question for you. If we're going to be staying here for a few days, where will we stay?" Ricky pauses in his meal and says, "Maybe the pretty Kajitsu woman knows of place. Go on, ask her." Artyom sighs. He says to Anaach, "Please excuse me for a moment." He then goes to Ameiko and says, "Pardon me, my lady. But do you know of any place me and my familar could stay for the next couple of days."
Finn is tickled with the free dinner, and the man's good sport. He introduces himself: "I am Finn McDonaugh, traveler an' friend ta Lady Luck, the goddess Desna. Some'll call me lucky, as you saw, but I consider meself blessed instea'. 'Tis a pleasure ta meet ya, lad. Wontcha stay an' dine wi' me? Seems only righ' given tha' your a-payin'!"
He nods in the direction of the thrush and his keeper. "Looks like our bird man hooked a biggun'. I do hope tha' man-giant is friendly an' on our side. Ya ken anythin' 'bout those strange fellas down 'ere?"
"What strange fellows?" Answered Landis with a question of his own, then his eyes darted towards Artyom and Ameiko "Its too soon tell if he caught the big one yet...then again, things can move at surprising pace when you least expect them to" Said Landis, the words coming after his pause sounding a bit solemn.
-------------This occurs after Lucky answers Landis' first question-----
Turning his face towards Finn, he gave the man a studious look "How do you find this town?" He asked, the question appearing to be mostly genuine "At some point in my life I would have said it was too peaceful for my taste, but now I've come to appreciate the moments of peace while they lasted" Continued Landis, feeling that the man will be more inclined to give his own answer if he started first.
Artyom looks at Annach and says, "So, suukar is a name for wizards in Shoanti culture. Interesting. May I know your name?" [tHe then looks at Ricky and sighs. "My friend, would you be interested in a job?"
"Wizards could be your word for it..." he murmurs thoughtfully....
His head tilts at the offer of a job, "I am Anaach. What is the job that you wish to offer me?"
He runs his hand over his scalp, again regretting the failure to shave for the past few days....
Artyom turns to Anaach and says, "Well, Anaach. I am here on a personal mission. A mission that, if successful, should change Varisia forever. I came here to study the nearby Thassilonian ruins and to learn more about the empire and to recover any spells and items that may lie. However, I need another a pair of eyes, as well as some added strength. I offer you that role. Not only will you be paid, but you will be a part of history. What say you?"
"I, I do not understand.... you want a bodyguard?"
The barbarian seems quite confused as to why a Suukar would need a guardian, his thick fingernails scratching the table thoughtfully...
"In a manner of speaking, yes. Bodyguard would be a good word for it. There are things in old Thassilonian ruins. They range from goblins and oozes to things that probably haven't been seen in centuries. And some of these require strength to deal with. Strength that I do not have. My magic can only go so far." After Artyom finishes his statement, Ricky flies up to Anaach's shoulder. Landing, he says, "Art is still a beginner at spellwork. So he can't handle everything he finds. So, having allies helps. It may even get us into areas unheard of and find long-lost items. You'll receive part of what we find, of course, as payment. We're positive that the Runelords and their servants made more than just wands, scrolls, and spellbooks. Odds are they might have magic weapons or armor. If not, then we'll be more than happy to enchant what you want. Artyom's been studying."
The warrior of the Sklar-Quah clan shakes his head... "no, I don't think... I don't think I can just help you on your personal quest..."
"If you no longer wish to break bread, then perhaps i should go... he begins to rise...
Artyom raises his hand, halting Anaach. "Fine. I accept your decision. But, I do appreciate your company. So, please stay. It's about time that I had company other than bird-brain here. I'll pay for your meal. No worries." Ricky flies and gives Artyom's head a few sharp pecks. Artyom gives a small laugh. "So, my friend, where do you hail from?"
Artyom raises his hand, halting Anaach. "Fine. I accept your decision. But, I do appreciate your company. So, please stay. It's about time that I had company other than bird-brain here. I'll pay for your meal. No worries." Ricky flies and gives Artyom's head a few sharp pecks. Artyom gives a small laugh. "So, my friend, where do you hail from?"
Anaach settles back down... gently touching his pack and the hafts on his weaponry...
"I'll stay, but I will pay for myself." His fingers nimbly slip in and out of his pouch... a silver piece clutched in hand.
"I am from the red plains, far, far north...
Ameiko turned her attention to the man at the bar who so loudly greeted her. "What can I get for you?" she asked. With his request for soup, bread and whiskey, she replied "The soup and bread is easy. I'm glad you asked for some whiskey. I've bought a nice bottle of the stuff of off of a Korvosan trader trader, and it's been collecting dust in the cellar for a while now." She served him and went to retrieve the whiskey and our it for him. Replying to his next question, "I've been getting similar inquiries a lot for the past couple of days as you can probably tell. Scores of out-of-towners have been showing up all week for the festival. All of the inns are near to bursting. Sandpoint has been in need of some celebration for a quite a while, not to mention that it's absolutely wonderful for business. If you're in the cathedral square by nine tomorrow, then you shouldn't miss anything. Ten is when the opening ceremonies start, I believe. If you haven't heard already, The Rusty Dragon and a few of the other taverns in town are serving lunch to the masses free of charge, so I would be sure to take advantage of that. "
Greeted by the thrush, Ameiko modestly responds, "Please pass on to Master Artyom that he is welcome to stay here, though if he would like to stay elsewhere, I can recommend another excellent inn in town. Please also let him know that I offer a discount for lodging to any one who is able to tell a suitably exciting adventure tale. He seems to be the type to have accumulated at least a few up his sleeve."
Bethana happily accepts the gold. "Thank you, sir. You tip more generously than that nobleman who's been staying with us," she says in a shy, quiet voice. "You just let me know if there is anything else I can do for you." She then gets up to deliver Anaach's ale.
Artyom nods at Anaach and says, "Ah, near the Cinderlands? Interesting. Surely you must have some interesting stories that you can regale us with."
At Bethana's thanks, Artyom just smiles and says, "You are most welcome, Bethana."
At Bethana's statement, Artyom's brow raises. He asks, "Nobleman? There's a nobleman staying here? Interesting. Is he here for the festival as well?"
Artyom looks at the other patrons, seeing if anyone stands out, while seeing if the nobleman that Bethana mentioned is here.
Ricky happily chirps and says, "Thank you, pretty Kajitsu lady. We appreciate it." He flutters back to Artyom and says, "Lady Kajitsu is willing to let us stay here. We can even get a discount on lodging if you tell her an exciting adventure tale. You can tell her about life in the caravan." Artyom looks back and ponders for a bit while Ricky dives into the berries once more.
Finn looks at the solemn man sharing his table. "I am 'ere fer the festival on the morrow. But aye, seems peaceful enou' village. I want ta see the new Cathedral ta me Lady an' be on me way. But this Inn, and o'course this wisgeah, is divine enou' ta make me rethink a-stayin' for a wee bit."
He sips the fierce brown liquid, feeling it's bite and warmth down his throat and into his belly.
"An' you me dinner mate? What brings ya to Sandpoint on the Coast?"
"Because it appeared like a nice place to settle down in" Replied Landis, as he pushed aside his now empty bowl and left a few coins next to it.
"I'll have a glass of water" He informed the halfling waitress, then turned to Finn once more "I am starting to think I was right, thanks to the free food they'll be serving tomorrow, that never happened in Korvosa" Said the rogue to the man next to him, with no malice or disdain apparent in his demeanor, despite the fact that he talked about a city he clearly didn't hold in high regard.
Artyom nods at Anaach and says, "Ah, near the Cinderlands? Interesting. Surely you must have some interesting stories that you can regale us with."
none come to mind... Anaach lies, and then smiles at the halfling server, as she arrives with his ale and stew.
He bows his head and crosses his hands, closing his eyes momentarily, then raising it, his right hand brushing the pack beneath the table and his left touching his money pouch.
"many thanks ma'am..."
Finn is naturally amiable and follows up on Landis' answers.
"Aye, twasn't that long ago tha' I'd 'ave avoided a quiet burg like this un. But now it does call ta me a wee bit."
Then: "So yer from Korvosa, eh? Been there, but can't say I miss it. A fine place for reapin' from fools though it has a dark side tha's worse than most."
Eyes narrowed at Finn, and a half smile was given "As far as I am concerned there are three types of people that visit Korvosa" Landis' right hand, with both his thumb and pinky clenched "The type who finds out enough about Korvosa to know that they should be done with their business and leave quickly" His ring finger followed suit and descended into his palm "The type that finds out far more than they need to...these usually never leave" The middle finger was next "And finally the type who learns nothing about Korvosa...and even I can't tell whether they'll get to leave or not...and whether they'll leave with all they came with is another issue entirely" Landis released a soft chuckle as his hand formed a closed fist and then was casually placed on the bar.
"Judging by your look I'd say your either with the first group...or one of the few lucky ones who actually made it out when they knew much more than they needed to know" Landis motioned for another bowl of soup to be brought with the water he's ordered by pointing at the empty bowl beside him "So care to share which of those people were you?" He asked Finn in a very casual manner.
Artyom's brow raises at Anaach, but he just shrugs. 'I better drop it.' He takes a sip of his tea and asks, "So, what are the Cinderlands like?"
After racking his thoughts, Artyom snaps his fingers at an idea of a story and calls Ameiko over. When she arrives, he says, "So Ricky told me that if I shared a tale of adventure, I could get a discount on lodging here. I'll take up the challenge."
He raises his cup of tea, a thoughtful look on his face. He begins: "Well, where do I begin? What story can I tell to someone who has probably heard every story in the book? Well, I suppose there is one I could tell. You see, for as long I can remember, I’ve been enticed by magic. Probably because of my mother. She was an exceptional wizard. This tome and Ricky used to belong to her, believe it or not. Anyway, at the age of 16, I set out to one of the best magic schools: the Arcanamirium. However, I applied and began my education when I turned 17. Now, you might be asking yourself: “what happened?” Well, I’ll explain. Despite my family owning a caravan, I have a horrible sense of direction. I took many caravans and boats due to this. However, whether it was from excitement or lack of attention, I didn’t take the right caravans and boats. Eventually, I wound up in Nex. You can imagine my shock at this. I had to make my way through the desolate wastelands, fighting of any wizards of Geb that chose to attack. There was one incident that sticks out in my mind. I was still a rookie in wizardry. I was ambushed by several Geb wizards. My back was against the wall. Then my vision went completely white. Next thing I know, I’m waking up in Quantium, meeting Elder Architect Oblosk, one of the members of the Council of Three. Apparently, my magic got out of control, causing a huge crater in the area. We talked about how I got there and what I’ve been doing for the past year. He was kind enough to send some of his men to escort me to Absalom. So that’s one of my tales." He takes a sip of his tea and says, "So, my lady, what do you think?"
"A good story, but not quite what I'm looking for. Why don't you hit me with another one?" She takes a seat and waits patiently for another story.
Artyom thinks again and says, "All right. How about this tale. You've heard of Kaer Maga and it's gangs, right? Well, this happened when I was around 12 or 13. My family was making a delivery to an important client. Remember that horrible sense of direction I mentioned earlier? Well, it seemed to plague me that day. Next thing I know, I'm lost in this huge city. What's worse is that I got myself caught in the middle of a gang war between the Ardoc family and the Augurs. I joined the side of the Ardocs, using my minor magic to do what I could. After the fight, I was escorted to The Kiln. I explained my predicament and they agreed to help. Over time, I managed to befriend of the daughters of the family. She told me about how women are treated in the Ardoc family: that of a lower status, no say in the family at all. She asked me to help her escape. When my family was located, I made my way over to them, smuggling her with me. We both parted company when we got to the next small town on the trip. I don't think I can go back to Kaer Maga. For no doubt the Ardoc family will know and try to hunt me down."
Anaach says nothing, taking the Suukar's word as truth, content to listen to his weaved words and colorful tales...
He occasionally takes a reserved bite of stew or touches his things. He mostly sits silently, his face calm under the angry red mark of shame
Finn eyes the terse stranger thoughtfully before answering. "I am a wee bit ashamed to say, I was in tha' category you'd call part o' the problem, and not part o' the solution. Fleecing locals and yokels were me game then, but I've sworn off all that, and am dedicated to the Lady nowadays. An' her blessin's be on ya!"
Lucky can't help but overhear the tales told by the thrush-carrying wizard, and he leans over to hear a bit better.
After the second attempt, he tells to his dinner companion. "Two crowns on that lad ne'er gettin' a free meal from the fancy bird, eh? He just ain't got the story-tellin' in 'im. You got coin ta cover?"
"Well I can't say I've been part of the solution so I can't really judge anyone" Began Landis as he looked around to find Ameiko who hadn't responded to him, finding her being semi-entertained by the tales of the young wizard, it was then that he heard Finn issue his second bet.
"I'll avoid this round of betting" He answered casually as he kept his eyes on Artyom and Ameiko.
"Yes he is here for the festival, if my memory serves me right. Please excuse me, I need to to deliver these drinks I've been missing." Bethana walks away to serve drinks.
Artyom looks around the room, trying to find the nobleman Bethana spoke of. He seesa well dressed man in a blue suit is talking with a young women in the corner. He's handsome, with dark hair and fair skin.
Finn frowns as his dinner companion declines his wager. He finishes his soup in silence.
When his repast is complete, he stretches and asks Bethana "Where, fair lady, is the best place to find a good room fer the nigh'? Doan't need no fancy manor house, but a comfortable safe place to sleep before the Festival."
He removes his lucky doubloon and absent-mindedly fingers it, tossing in the air a few times as he speaks with the lady.
"You should stay here at the Rusty Dragon. Ameiko provides wonderful service, " Bethana replies in a soft voice.
Artyom nods at Bethana and says, "Thank you, Bethana. I won't take any more of your time then."
Artyom stares at the nobleman and appraises him. His brow raises as he thinks, 'Well, what do you know? It seems that everyone is coming out for this festival. Interesting."
Artyom looks at Ricky and says to Ameiko, "How about one more story? This is a very personal story. It's about my mother. I was inspired by her to become a wizard. Anyway, when I was 5, our caravan was attacked by a large group of bandits. My father stuck by me and my sister, defending us. My mother, on the other hand, took the fight to them. She was striking them down with fire and lightning. They couldn't touch her because of her perfect divination magic. However, it seemed too good to be true. A hidden archer struck her in the chest, fatally wounding her. My father struck him down and tried to heal her. But it was no use. In her dying breaths, she gave me her spellbook and Ricky. She smiled at me and said, "You can reach your goals. I believe that you can do it. Not as a diviner, but as your mother. Always know that I love you." With that... she passed. When I opened her tome, most of the spells were gone from the pages, except for my beginning spells. However, some of my mother's magic must have remained, because despite the fact that I couldn't hear Ricky, he still seemed to retain some intelligence and the fact that he seemed to live longer than a normal thrush." His voice becomes solemn as he tells his story. He gently pets Ricky with his index finger.
His grief over the event still seems to affect him, affecting his story telling.
Artyom looks at Ameiko and says, "Thank you for listening to my tales. I concede to you, my lady. How much is the full lodging price?" He then gains a smirk, raises an aristocratic brow, and says in a flirtatious manner, "Perhaps, my lady, you can instruct me on how to tell a proper story?" His purple eyes seem to have a twinkle in them.
Hearing the cleric's bets, Artyom looks at cleric and asks, "Excuse me, but why does a cleric of Desna need to gamble? Over such trivial matters, no less."
To Bethana:"So I will then, wee lady. What is the price for such accomodations, then?" He fishes the amount from his purse and rolls it across to the halfling lady.
As Artyom asks him about his penchant for betting, Lucky shrugs. "P'haps the trained clerics o' the Lady o' Luck don't 'ave the predilection fer games, but I, in fact, do. A wee wager makes mundane things int'restin' dontcha ken? It's me simple way o' honorin' that Lady as well, and no 'arm done, mate."
He grins sidelong at the wizard. And either way extends his hand in friendship. " 'Ave a seat, friend and take a drink wit' us. Wouldya like ta take yer chance on a roll o' the bones, or a flip o' the coin? Tell us what brings ya to a quite burg like this 'un?"