"The name is Kraull, and Imma gonna just lean on the bar for a time while I get my wind back." Obviously a little unsteady on his feet, the half-orc places himself on one of the stools, "Yeah, I'm interested, but I don't think you need much help if you can take that many punches. How much this job pay?"
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Chasik looks at you, sweat dripping from his brow, Just because I 'can', don't mean I be wanting to. As far as pay, 1 free mug of ale after hours, and depends on how good of a job you do protecting my bar. A base few of 2 silver per day plus bonuses if you go 'above and beyond'. So, deal? as he slides a mug of ale your way.
"Yeah, that'll work, but I need every Sunday off. That a problem?" He responds between hearty sips of ale that probably don't help his near concussion, "This place get pretty rowdy or is this gonna be a boring job?"
I somehow missed the 1, I meant to put 15 copper pieces for your work today. Sorry about that :)
"The next thing is, you know if anyone's got a cheap space open somewhere in town where I can sleep? If I'm only making, uh, a little bit of silver a week, I can't afford to stay at an inn."
Chef will keep working and then clean up for the day, making sure everything is as clean as possible for a fantasy-medevil kitchen
Chef Vincent looks at your cleanliness, and actually smirks. Not a enraging smirk, but rather one of amazement.
Ya know it's just gonna get dirty again boy, but I admire your gumption. I got another job for you before you end your shift for the day. Make me your dish. What fish is more favorite. I wanna see what you can do. You've got one hour.
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"I'll get right on it! LeeVan says with a smile. He puts his things down and out of the way and quickly finds the appropriate hammers. Taking a longsword from Mr. Hammerstone, he gets to work on his project. "My name is LeeVan by the way, friends just call me Lee. May I have your name sir?" He asks just before getting to work.
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Of course it will get dirty again, but one must keep things clear so no feet go flying out from under oneself due to potato peels.
Chef searches out what fish is available and starts working on a stuffed version with chopped bread and herbs. He fillets the fish and stuffs it with the bread and sauteed herbs before putting buttered crumbs on top and cooking it in the over. He also quickly prepares some veggies on the side to round it out.
LeeVan
Ya can call me Mr. Hammerstone or Mr. Hammer. Not bad finding the tools, you took less time than what I thought. I figured it would take you more than a minute. My last apprentice took a hair longer than you. He pauses you before you actually get to work on the sword tapering.
You ready for your next job? Take the tools you grabbed and finish hammering out the armor I started to work on before you come in here a moment ago
Vincent takes in the aroma of the fish, and then takes a bite.
Not bad, could use a touch more salt, but overall...not bad boy. Here's another few silver for a good day's work. Take the rest of the evening off and come back tomorrow for another day. I am gonna push you each day, so be prepared.
Chef takes his leave and pnders improving his tools. I had a few close calls there, I best look into getting better items.
*Cluck*
After dinner of course!
Chef hurries out to see if he can aquire some masterwork chef tools.
Thank you sir. I'll try to do a better job tomorrow. Rubin takes his leave and strolls down the road in the direction of the Blue Salamander, waving to various acquaintances as he passes by. I better get my act together, he thinks. Master Leafly is nice for sure, but he's no fool. He'll toss my sorry backside in the street if someone better comes along. I could cut back my shifts at the inn and the watch and get some more sleep, that might help me focus. But is it worth it to lose out on that extra pay? He continues pondering until he arrives at the doorstep of the Blue Salamander. The door's hinges emit a low squeak as he enters.
Rubin Slade
The people on the street wave as you walk by. A cute woman, winks as you pass, but continues on her way as she seems to be in a hurry. You enter the Blue Salamander Inn, and you see the place is nicely done, not super extravagant, but nice. You see people near the bar, sipping on ales and talking amongst themselves.
the bartender looks up at you,
Hello sir. You seem new here, haven't seem your face before. What can I do for ya?
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Well, Mr. Hammer, I have to admit that I am not very good with armor. The skill to craft well fitting protective wear still eludes me, but I will give it my all. LeeVan picks up the tools and heads over to the workbench with the unfinished armor. He examines it a bit then begins to work the material carefully.
"Yeah, yeah, just take it out of my wages." The half-orc says with a nonchalant wave of his hand, punctuating it with a belch, "Do I start now, or what? Not a big crowd, you want me to scare people away from that other place?"
I got my NPC mixed up, I meant to put MWK dagger not armor, sorry about that
Mr. Hammerstone will inspect the craftsmanship that your hard 3 hours of labor and created. He flicks the edge of the blade, and you see a trickle of blood slide down the blade.
Ha, well done boy. Hell, if you can keep that up, we will be very profitable and we may perhaps be able to take in orders from nearby cities. Great job boy. Now clean up, and take the rest of the day off. I don't want to risk my luck.
He fetches a small pouch and tosses it your way before you head out.
You helped me finish the blade early, a whole day in advance actually. Here is a sign of thanks, and come back tomorrow for more work,
The pouch contains 20 silver pieces for your excellent work.
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Hmm, scare tactics huh. Might work, but I don't want you messing up what business I do have. I got a good things going with my usual customers. They may smell and get drunk a lot, but they buy lots, he says with a hearty laugh.
The usual suspects start to come in an hour or so. You got an hour to try and draw some business away from the Blue Salamander. Remember though, you f**k up, I don't know you or HIRED you...got it?
Gracey hops off of the cart, hitting the ground with a quiet thud and a small cloud of dust.
"Thank you, Noah. You've been most pleasant company."
The short holy woman gives the farmer a curt handshake and hands him a small pile of coppers: "As promised."
Gracey approaches the temple of Abadar, watching Noah's horse and cart depart over her shoulder. All alone then. Here goes. Gracey Leans heavily on the temple door, struggling for a while before finally getting it open.
My name is Gracey, Gracey Darling. From the New Stetven Branch?"
"Well, I wasn't exactly talking about right now, boss man, but if you got something that can help me get rid of this pounding headache first, it would be my pleasure. You got a druid around here, maybe with one of the gooberries or whatever they're called?"
A dark ale and a hot dinner, please sir. Rubin takes a seat at a rough wooden table in the corner as he waits for his meal. Normally he would be chatting immediately with the clientele, but he feels a bit somber just now. This also gives him an opportunity to look over the premises and the assembled patrons, few as they are at this hour. At the least, this pub seems to be slightly cleaner than most he has seen.
Rubin Slade
The bartender looks at you then smiles Sure thing boy. It will be out in a bit, and it will be 3 silver total
You take a seat, and look over the half dozen or so patron in the bar. It's midday, and it is not as packed as the dinner rush, but you notice a few things that stick in your mind.
There is a male patron, sitting at the bar who appears to have had too much and is slumped over on top of the bar.
There is a couple having a meal together in a corner table. They are laughing at something or someone, but you unsure what the humor is.
You notice the bartender putting in your order to the cook.
You notice a female patron, staring at you. It is almost as if she is burning a hole through you.
Finally you notice a man, wearing dark clothing, sitting in the corner. He has a drink in his hand, and watching the other patrons. You notice him stand up, make his way towards the bar. He picks the pocket of the drunkard passed out on the bar, while the bartender is putting in your food order.
Gracey
You walk into the church of Abadar. You see a humble temple, a few banners hang in the rafters. A few acolytes mill about the room, doing various tasks: cleaning, straightening up, etc.
A female turns towards your direction when you speak up.
Why hello miss. How can I help you? Are you looking for something or someone? Do you need guidance from Abadar?, you can tell she is trying very hard to help...she seems a fresh acolyte like you.
"Guidance from..." Gracey thinks about it for a second, then giggles. "I suppose so! My name is Gracey. I'm from the New Stetven Branch. Banker Stanton-Gavare said I was supposed to report to Mr. Donga..." The little acolyte starts digging around in her satchel, pulling out an official-looking document. "Here. These are my orders."
"So, what's your name?"
Kraull nods, then quickly gulps down his ale, "I'll tell them to put it on your tab, boss man." Standing up slowly, he makes his way out of the bar to look for the temple, all the while trying not to look as dizzy as he still feels.
Gracey
My, how rude of me. My name is Julie, and I am new here to the church. Just trying to do my best and make a good impression, as she giggles a little bit.
She looks at the official papers, then looks around.
Ah, there is who you are looking for, Mr. Donga. He is gentle and nice despite his orcish heritage as she point towards a man standing near a corner talking with another individual.
You go up to him, and when there is a break in the conversation he looks at you and smiles.
Before you, stands a 6'0" tall half-orc. Tusks protruding from his jaw, dressed is fancy garb, to show that he is dedicated to God of the First Vault. He seems to be a gentle giant, and smiles at you.
Hello young one, may I help you with something?, as he gives you a warm smile. You hand over the papers, which he examines for a few moments.
Ahh, I completely forgot they were going to send me another person to help with the books. You see, my previous bookkeeper had to leave suddenly last week for a family emergency. While I may oversee a dozen or so people here at the church, I have never been good with number. I know I serve the God of trade and wealth, but I digress. If you are up for a challenge as he takes a moment to let everything sink in.
So, my challenge is this, I need you to be able to transcribe the notes from my former bookkeeper into the temple ledger. It needs to be accurate, so I would rather have you take a couple days and get it done right than rush it. I will be happy to show you to the ledger room, where you can get started if and or when you are ready.
He has a sign of nervousness in getting the ledger correct.
Chef sees if any masterwork chef tools are available for sale, he needs to get his work done right!
Despite his orcish... Gracey suppresses a gasp as she approaches Mr. Donga, clearly not expecting a half-orc.
As Gracey listens to Mr. Donga's predicament, she steels herself: This could be tough, but if I can pull it off... The short acolyte waits a few moments after he finishes, still mulling it over.
"I suppose so, yes. Fair warning though, Mr. Donga: I've only ever assisted with the ledgers—though that was at a much larger temple."
Gracey straightens her robes and headdress with a yawn, hinting at her weariness.
"Can I see my room? and do I have time to unpack first?"
Chef B
You wander around the market, you see various vendors. They sell trinkets, bowls, random goods, etc. You come across a general store. Inside it is cluttered with various goods; cutlery, food prep, rope, and everything else you could imagine.
The plump, slightly older shopkeep looks at you from behind the counter, Hello, can I help you find anything?
When you mention a finely crafted set of cutlery, he points over to a shelf.
I got a couple finer crafted cutlery sets in stock. One is mahogany, the other is oak I think. They are both 55 gold piece if you interested.
He seems somewhat ashamed by his lack of etiquette
Of course young lady, I have a spare room that became vacant when my other bookkeeper left. You may have his old room. Please, allow me,as he heads down a small hallway and stop in front of a plain door.
You open and inside is a simple, but very well furnished room. The room is a 20 by 20 foot room. You have a single bed, a two-drawer dresser and a small work table.
Please, rest, you seem you had a long day. Come find me when you are ready to continue
He leaves you to get settled in.
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Thank you Mr. Hammer! LeeVan says as he catches the small pouch in his hands. He cleans up his workstation and brushes some of the soot away with a broom before he leaves. I'm all done cleaning up here, Mr. Hammerstone! he shouts out as he picks up his things to leave, I'll be back again in the morning, bright and early!
With his bag in tow, LeeVan starts wandering the town again looking for a place to stay in while he is in town.
Gracey is quick to unpack, tidying and straightening her blanket on the bed and tucking all of her travelling equipment into the bottom drawer of her dresser. She unhooks her treasured crossbow from her satchel belt and puts it on the workbench, along with her case of bolts.
Finally, the halfling swaps out her uncomfortable studded leather for regular undergarments, relaxing with a small sigh. She thumbs through her travel copy of The Order of Numbers for a little while, seeking comfort and wisdom from passages that detail travelling and local customs.
Settled in, Gracey leaves her room to find Mr. Donga again—and maybe some dinner!
Rubin sits and watches as the dark man clumsily sifts through the contents of the drunkard's overcoat. This is odd. Either no one notices or no one cares what is going on over there. Then again, I guess I'm not doing anything about it, either. And what is it with that lady over there looking daggers at me? Maybe I ought to get on her good side. Rubin gets up and walks directly to the ominous-looking woman.
Good day, miss. I couldn't help notice you looking my way and thought I'd introduce myself. My name is Rubin (he bows courteously) and it would be a pleasure to share your table for dinner, if I may. By the way, keep an eye on Sticky-Fingers over there he whispers, nodding significantly in the direction of the pickpocket.
Chef beams. Indeed, I will take the oak one!. Chef examines the set and the edges of the knives and other tools befor epurchasing it and paying the cashier.
A high price, but it will pay itself back in no time! Chef then hurries home to change and then head out for dinner.
Upon finding the temple of Abadar, Kraull knocks on the door before letting himself in, "Yo, need some healing over here."
A flustered Gracey greets the new arrival, barely a part of the temple an hour herself. "Uh, Greetings! Abadar's blessings. I am Acolyte Gracey, and you are?"
The young acolyte straightens her robes and headdress nervously, then begins rattling off a practiced spiel about healing: "The clergy of Abadar offer a variety of curative services, ranging from the magical to the mundane. A restorative spell costs... uh... bother. I don't know what they charge here. At my old temple basic services usually cost around 10 gold, but things are... different here." she pauses, fighting the urge to say more. "Anyway, if that's too expensive for you, I'm sure they have a healer's kit around here: that is quite a bit cheaper. Want to help me look for one?"
The beefy, tattooed half-orc looks down at the halfling woman with a smirk, "Yo, my name is Kraull. Man, you Abadars are expensive. How much for one of them gooberries? One of those woodsy weirdos used to give them out willy-nilly back in my old town, and there was a rumor that he laced them with something. Anyway, if you're fresh out of those, I just need something for a headache, if that ain't too expensive. My new boss wanted to spar, so I took a couple of blows to my dome."
*Zzzzzzzz..Snore...Zzzz*
Buck buck...zzzzzz..Sqwak!
Chef: do you go anywhere for dinner or just to pass out?
Gracey: 1st level spell fir 10g sounds about right :)
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Rubin Slade
The woman looks at you with a devilish smile.
Hm, dinner huh. I guess you could join me. "Sticky fingers" huh, you mean my brother?
Chef heads to the tavern for some strange reason. Strange, seems like he might meet someone there..
Yes, there does seem to be some resemblance between the two of you, the same sloping forehead, the beady eyes, the genial table manner, thinks Rubin. Without missing a beat, he replies, Your brother, is he? If he's really that down and out that he needs to pilfer a few coppers from an unconscious drunk, allow me to extend the dinner invitation to him, as well. My treat. Speaking of which, where is my dinner anyway?
The woman just giggles, He is not my brother silly, I just wanted to mess with you. I wouldn't mind a hot dinner though wince you offered
A few moments later, a barmaid brings out two meals. One is roasted chicken with potatoes for Rubin, the other is roasted pork for the woman. The barmaid looks at the woman, anything else Chrissy?
She looks at the barmaid No, I am good, thank you
Chirssy looks at you Rubin, and with a smile, so Rubin, what brings you to our fledgling town?
Chrissy, is it? What a charming name for such a beautiful woman. Why am I here, you ask? Well, I was passing through town on an aimless journey, and this place seemed more lively than the previous five hamlets I had visited. I noticed an opening on the Town Watch, so I decided to stay for some much-needed income before continuing on. That brings me to a dilemma with your 'brother' over there. What do you think, is he such a scoundrel that I should turn him in right now, or is he pathetic enough for me to give him a pass this time?
Rubin digs in to the chicken and potatoes, which is not very remarkable, but he is happy to have a decent hot meal.
The beefy, tattooed half-orc looks down at the halfling woman with a smirk, "Yo, my name is Kraull. Man, you Abadars are expensive. How much for one of them gooberries? One of those woodsy weirdos used to give them out willy-nilly back in my old town, and there was a rumor that he laced them with something. Anyway, if you're fresh out of those, I just need something for a headache, if that ain't too expensive. My new boss wanted to spar, so I took a couple of blows to my dome."
"No Goodberries, I'm afraid. Like I said, the best I could do is try and patch you up with a healer's kit. That's not going to do much for a headache though..." She pauses, turning away towards the door and grabbing Kraull by the elbow, whispering: "Alright, I don't really have time to find a healer's kit. How much do you have? I'll take a stab at it for 2 or 3 gold, but let's make it quick." I don't know how much they charge here, after all...
"Eh, you seem like a nice small lady cleric, but that's still kind of steep for a headache. Maybe you got some weird root or mold I can chew on? I mean, I am making some good money, but I think my boss sent me to this rich people's temple as a joke."
"Hey, while you consider that, you know anything about that other tavern in town? You know, the snooty one?"