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Keiko will bashfully accept any praise, but is happy to hang out in the sunshine with her horse and introduce him to people, give him small snacks and pets and such. If there are any kids watching, she'll let them ride Mairu if they want. Once interest has waned she will excuse herself back to the stables to take care of cleaning up the horse.
"I know, they have stablehands to help with that, but it's my favorite time with him." and gives him a hug around his big ol' neck before leading him away.
She will leave her contact info with Nilah in case she wants to be penpals or something. She is fairly new in town and always looking for friends, but travelling often for the Society.
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Inside the bar, the table of Varisian women (Sisters, maybe? Aunts/Nieces?) vary between loudly rejoicing over being able to see each other again (as their schedules allow it), and loudly complaining about the lack of jobs in the Society right now. They ponder spending some time back with the "family caravan."
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A barefoot woman enters the bar with a large, heavy-looking purse. "Oh, hey Nilah! long-time no see! what's this place called here? you come here often?"
The woman settles at the seat nearest Nilah, and looks excitedly around the room. Following her is a small male ratfolk with a fancy crossbow strapped on his back.
"Where's my manners? this is my new friend Skivven. Him and I took the ferry here from Almas. I believe he's a veteran Pathfinder if I'm to believe all his stories... ha ha ha!"
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One of the Varisian women at the corner table follows the new entrants with her eyes for a moment, then extricates herself to come stand near the new table.
She is dressed mostly dark purples, with flashes of hidden red when she moves, and a richly embroidery scarf holding back her dark curly hair and covering the tops of her ears. A magic rapier hangs in a scabbard at her side. It is hard to tell how old she really is, as it varies with the light and her mood. She appears somewhere 20s-40s in human years? Her current seriousness gives her an air of authority. She introduces herself simply as "Althea, Information Broker for the Society" and hands a business card to the ratfolk. "It's always good to make new acquaintances. Besides..." she smiles widely and suddenly looks 5 or 10 years younger as she relaxes "I haven't had good fire-brandy in a long time - I'll trade you for a swig of my Sandpoint Rum?" she hold up a waterskin at her side to offer.
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Althea happily trades alcohol, being a bit more conservative than Skivven since her alcohol is limited, but only a bit more, then sits down and regales her new companions with a story of her time in the feywild!
"...and then we played water cups like they were dancing drums!" Her laugh is contagious - even the most stoic of adventurers struggle to repress a smile.
After 10-15 minutes, she makes her excuses to rejoin her former companions.
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A rather morose looking wizard, accompanied by a nightmare dragonnette enters the room.
So .... how does this work? he says to himself. Do I sit down and wait for someone to come to me? Or should I go up to someone and say Hello?
He decides to find a quiet corner and try to discretely see if there is anyone there he might know.
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A man overhears the mutterings of the newly arrived wizard. Eager to perhaps steer one more fellow Pathfinder away from the unforgiving and misleading path of wizardry, the man approaches the morose hooded man with two mugs and a large pitcher of ale.
"Ah! if you don't know how this works, you have come to the right place! I am a teacher in many arts of drinking, among many things. First, you set an empty tankard down. Then, you fill it with beer. Now, there's many ways to empty it, but for today's lesson we shall attempt to drink the thing. Yes, there you go. Just like that. Keep doing that for a while. Make sure you practice many times. While you do, hear this:
Two dragons walk into a bar.
The first one says, “It sure is hot in here.”
His friend snaps back, “Shut your mouth!”
So, what do you think about this place? and how's the drinking? I'd say you're not doing too bad for your first time... look at that mug! almost empty!"
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A tall Half-Orc woman with bright red hair and shiny new Full Plate walks into the bar. She grins confidently, the torchlight sparkling on her small tusks. "Huzzah, bartender! Give me some of the good stuff - I am celebrating. I made friends with a Bear God!" She looks as if she can't believe her luck. She looks around for a burly person to arm wrestle with, then overhears the Taldan man's suggestion for copious drinking. When the bartender brings her her drink she will gently place a hand on his arm and wink "Leave the bottle" then go join the Son of Cayden for some good old fashioned alcohol poisoning.
A tall Half-Orc woman with bright red hair and shiny new Full Plate walks into the bar. She grins confidently, the torchlight sparkling on her small tusks. "Huzzah, bartender! Give me some of the good stuff - I am celebrating. I made friends with a Bear God!"
"You mean Jorge?" says the publican looking up from wiping the dirt more evenly across the bar with his damp and dirty rag. "When you see him again tell him he still owes me twenty-two gold pieces."
She looks around for a burly person to arm wrestle with, then overhears the Taldan man's suggestion for copious drinking. When the bartender brings her her drink she will gently place a hand on his arm and wink "Leave the bottle" then go join the Son of Cayden for some good old fashioned alcohol poisoning.
"Just go easy on the singing, alright." It's not a question.
There's a loud bang from the door.
"Oh, for the love of-"
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*hic!* shouts another, shorter half-orc standing in the doorway. She's wearing leather-trimmed armor greaves, and little else beside a huge two-handed sword lashed to her back. She leans the tavern's front door up against a nearby table, and strides in already a bit tipsy. wait. That's wrong."
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"You mean Jorge?" says the publican looking up from wiping the dirt more evenly across the bar with his damp and dirty rag. "When you see him again tell him he still owes me twenty-two gold pieces."
Grelthe's smile falters for a moment in confusion. "Uh... no. Uh, his name was, uh... Dolok, I think?" Goodness gracious, how many bear Gods are there?
Then she notices the already drunk Half-Orc burst in (how could you not?), and thinks A-ha! Here is a worthy opponent!
She marches right up to the newcomer and offers a friendly arm-wrestle: best of 3 - winner buys the loser their favorite drink.
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I sluggish halfling follows Pietro into the tavern, seemingly to quickly escape the outdoors.
Ug, Pietro did you notice how extra bright it is outside today? It was giving me a headache that should only come after ale.
The cleric notices that his eye color has faided to a dull gray, and that he's blinking for a prolonged time to recover from daylight.
Suddenly I rather like the dimness in here. Maybe I'm more of a "dive" person than I thought.
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Then she notices the already drunk Half-Orc burst in (how could you not?), and thinks A-ha! Here is a worthy opponent!
She marches right up to the newcomer and offers a friendly arm-wrestle: best of 3 - winner buys the loser their favorite drink.
It took a few tries for Zarah to figure out what 'three' meant but when she did she was game.
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Both half-orc ladies start slowly, whether due to inebriation or sizing up their opponent, it is hard to tell. Grelthe starts to hum under her breath, and a wisp of strengthening magic starts to be felt, but at a glance from the Publican she frowns and goes silent to concentrate instead.
The women seem fairly evenly matched, save for Grelthe's slightly superior experience.
As the matches continue, Grelthe takes heart from her early win and puts everything she's got into it to handily win the second match.
Zarah fights back, but at this point both women are pretty evenly matched (if not equally inebriated) and Grelthe's focus helps her to win the final time.
Grelthe jumps up on the chair clankily and pumps her fist in the air and shouts "Surely, Kurgess has favored me this day! Praise be to The Strong Man!" then immediately hops back down to embrace Zarah roughly to ask in her ear loudly over the din of the bar that they should have a rematch when they are both sober... Grelthe releases her and looks at the bartender. "And perhaps in a place where we are not required to be quite so... civilized with our talents." and winks. Then roars in laughter and asks Zarah if Ale is her drink of choice?
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A dwarf walks in, covered in a heavy travel cloak, something protruding from behind his shoulder under the cloak, what could be a sword.
He sees an fully clad half-orc lady whooping on top of a chair, and a laughing Cayden Cailean cleric.
So that's who I heard from outside. I might join them soon, but first to put my feet up
He looks down to what looks like a small humanoid creature and motions to a nearby table. The small humanoid waddles over to the table Sjak motioned to and pulls out a seat.
As he unclasps the brooch holding his cloak, you can tell that the what protruded from his cloak was the back-end of a crutch. The dwarf has no right leg, and a visible prosthetic forearm and hand.
The dwarf limps dexterously to the chair and plops himself down with an audible sigh of relief. He bids the construct.
Lugnut, go get the barkeeps attention, ask for tea, bread and cheese and gives the construct a gold coin.Wait for the change this time.
The construct nods and heads over to the counter.
Looking around, Sjak repeats what he's had to repeat in several Inns and taverns along his route.
Don't worry, yes he's mine. No he does not bite, although he can, on command. Just let him through, if you will
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A young red-haired woman in studded leather armor walks in. She has a dark longbow slung over her back and a longsword on her hip.
Boy, am I exhausted. I hope I can get a decent meal and a good beer here...
The woman walks up to the bar. When the barkeep finally turns to her, she introduces herself:
"Hi, I'm Merida... Merida Bowie! Just finished my second mission - and right now I could die for a medium steak and some dwarven ale. I'll sit over here, if that's ok?"
The redhead gestures at a small empty table near the bar.
After getting her beer, she takes the bow off her shoulder, sits down and takes a big gulp.
Rosa Luminass stood from her large seta at table 12, all 16' of her, and headed to the bar. Her large black Hell blade stayed by her extra-large seat. As she moved as best she could between the tables. She did not need the ones at the bar to give her access, she just leaned over the top of them. The half-devil locked her silver orb eyes with one of the bar staff to get their attention. Then looked down at the comically small menu in her hand. In a surprisingly light female voice, she ordered.
"Can I have four of the vegetarian platter to share, four of the large Mushroom soup with the extra flatbread, two of the homemade Plum and Apple tarts, hold the cream, two whole honey bread with a pot of red berry jam. All to Table 12 thank you."
She dropped a small bag of coins on the bar.
"O and 4 pots of tea, no milk thank you"
There was no one but her at table 12 so it looks very much like the food was all meant for this 16' Woman. She made her way back and sat down again.
As the request for the fortune teller for subjects, Rosa raised her hand.
Looking over at Awen Airwalker, she said as her pots of tea arrived.
"Me as well, if you have the time?"
There is a little popping sound as someone teleports in. A tall female Android appears and quickly looks around the room, Spotting Rosa sipping tea, she makes her way to table 12.
"Sorry I'm late was doing some shopping in Sigil, and finding a gate here, gosh the traffic, Happy Birthday Rosa."
Laya leaned over and kissed Rosa on each check, then handed taking a seat, handed over a large carrying bag.
"It's not much but I know how you like this kind of thing"
Rosa peered into the bag and a smile exploded onto her face.
"Where in the multi-planes did you find this?"
She pulled out a thin square shape think and rigged scroll. It had images and text on each side. She tipped it to one side and a black disk came out, she held it with care.
"Songs For Swingin’ Lovers, O Lyra thank you"
She slipped the disk back into the odd scroll and put them both back it to the bag.
"Sinatra, you know just what I like. Thank you."
The food started to come.
A small dot of light zipped about the room before landing on Table 12, it's coming into being. It was that of a small Fay.
"Greetings and salutations my Miss Luminass and your ladyship, I hope I am not to late for the party."
He took a bow and then moved out the way of as a bowl of sope was place on the table.
He moved to be close to Lyra. Looking at Rosa he said.
"I have a gift for you."
Rosa smile more, as the Fay moved a hand and onto the table came a large birthday cake.
"Cooked it myself. have no fear it's Vegetarian"
Rosa leaned in and smelled the cake.
"It smells delicious Perry, thank you. Come eat and drink, others are coming. So there will be time to dance later if you are willing to play us some music."
The Fay smiled, and then order and drink from the bar staff.
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Does anyone wish to have their fortune told?
She opens a Harrow deck and starts shuffling it on the table in front of her.
Navi the Sylph perks up her pointy ears upon hearing Awen's invitation. She politely excuses herself from her current conversation and saunters over to Awen's table. She takes a seat opposite Awen, places her elbow on the table, and rests her chin on her fist. She speaks to her fellow sylph in Auran.
"Oooo! A harrow reading. How exciting!"She says with giddy enthusiasm.
"Oh! Im sorry. Hi! My name's Navi, by the way. It is a pleasure to meet you, Awen."
She daintily shakes hands with the sylph.
"Oh, please, do tell me my fortune. I sometimes do wonder what the future has in store for me."
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Navi, it is good to meet you
Awen shuffles her cards and lays them out before Navi.
Your choosing is the Publican, which is apropos of where we are, and our uncertain future, based on the quests we are given.
Your past is the Paladin, showing your unwavering strength that go you where you are today.
Your present card is Vision, indicating an unclear situation, perhaps you will encounter madness, or puzzles, soon, as we often do.
You future card is Marriage. This does not bind you to one person, but is instead a harbinger of constant and permanent change. Ideas and places merge and evolve constantly, just as we grow and learn and change.
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An eerie-looking man, blue of skin and thin as a rail whose (darker shade of) blue-and-black robes hang heavily upon him, approaches Awen's table from seemingly out of nowhere; it is difficult to explain, but the closer he gets, the more you feel as if everything near him is simply more still and silent than it ought to be.
"Harrow readings?" He inquires in a voice simultaneously mellifluous and harsh, with the slightest of lisps. "How amusing! It has been a *long* time. I have only just begun down this path of...Finding-Paths. What light can a deck of cards hold up to the infinite darkness of an unknowable future? I am game; why not?"
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Awen shuffles the deck and carefully lays out the spread for Saturn
Your choosing is the Foreign Trader, card of information brokerage for traders and governments alike. Just because the bargains made under the auspices of this card will always resolve truthfully does not mean that everyone understands the implications of the bargain that was made
Your past contains a mystery in the Tangled Briar. A dark event impacted your earlier life, although you may not understand how even now.
Your present is torn between The Survivor and The Cyclone, indicating your rebirth from your earlier Dark Event, possibly even your decision to join the Pathfinder Society, but beware the forces that scheme destruction, like the followers of Lissala and the Aspis, for they will complicate your life.
Vision represents your future. I see many dealings with both genius and madness, and puzzles from both. Lots of puzzles are in your future.
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A tall, slender man walks into the bar. He is dressed in simple traveling cloaks. He looks around and smiles. Then his face transforms - no longer human, but vulpine. He is kitsune.
"Friends!" the kitsune says, "I am Ikari, a humble priest of Daikitsu and a Pathfinder like you. This evening we celebrate the wedding of two of my dearest friends, Hiiragi and Onna.
There will be a short exchange of vows followed by feasting! The nuptials will take place in the gardens here, starting in ten minutes.
You are all most welcome to bear witness.
And the bar is free!"
