|
Tweiford nods his head at that, looking over the dog. "He seems well enough behaved. It will be a gold a week to have him kenneled here and I can promise he'll have the best care possible. Good food, he'll have his own house and proper attention. Bumbo back there may not be the brightest but he's good with the animals and I'll be there to keep an eye on it personally."
Maeltheron smiles and continues to speak to Hugh in a low voice.
Fair enough, Hugh. That Bumbo seems an odd bird, wonder how close to the Baron he is?
Meera hands over the coin and sees Dog into the yard, before turning and walking off with the others towards the Inns.
"So....flip a coin as to which place we check out first?" She suggests as a way of which way to go and then has a though, stops while turning back to Tweiford,
"" She calls to get his attention, "Which tavern has a tub as part of its service?" She asks the local.
|
|
Tweiford turns back to the group, tilting his head a bit "The Conqueror's Blade is a higher end establishment, more likely to have what you are looking for in comforts. The Dead Well is a bit more personable of a place to me. I personally like the Lodge Myself, it is where I spend the free time I have, but Tandifor is a picky sort and doesn't often welcome those who aren't a woodsy sort."
I probably would have a pretty good chance at The Lodge, as would Hugh. Meera and Willy could try The Dead Well while Hugh and I check out The Lodge after we all get settled at The Conquerer's Blade? This would, of course, mean that we would have to split up, but we could cover all three places tonight to gather intel. We are on a short clock, afterall.
"I'm woodsy, I wanna go to the Lodge" Willy states plainly.
Meera looks to Maeltheron, "Yeah...split up...I suppose we can do more damage that way..." She replies with a wink. She gives Tweiford a thankful wave.
"Well..I'm off to see about a bath." She declares and begins walking towards said establishment that is purported to bw having one.
|
|
Well it looks like Meera is going to the Conquerer's blade, in search of a tub. Willy wants to go to the lodge. Hugh shrugs as the group is walking down one of Perin's Bluff's streets after leaving the Kennel. As they turn a street corner, Hugh surreptitiously glances over his shoulder to check and see if anyone is following them.
If hugh is satisfied they haven't drawn any attention, and if he can tell they wont have a tail, he will tell Maeltheron quietly, my friend, Iomedae has allowed me to see the shadow that lies in men's hearts. The Kennel master seemed to be fine. There was a Shadow on Bumpo's heart. Often, such evil humors find an outlet, in cruelty, especially cruelty to creatures under ones care, particularly if someone has themselves been treated cruelly. Those dogs however seemed well cared for and generally happy. Odd.... well it probably means nothing.
I would not be so sure, Hugh, and your assessment is greatly appreciated. We need to keep an eye on Bumbo, especially because of his connection to the Baron. I think we should all go to the Conquerer's Blade, secure a room or rooms, then split up with Willy and I heading to The Lodge and Meera and Hugh heading to The Dead Well. We can meet back in our rooms for discussions of findings around midnight, if that works?
"Con'quer's Blade first 'den. I hope dey have good beer." Willy follows along, staying close to Meera. "We have to watch that Bumbo feller, I tink".
Meera nods slightly absently to Will's comment about 'Bumbo', her mind seeming more on the thoughts of food, refreshment and rest than anything else.
He first thing is to show coin that she can afford to stay in the place, the second is to organize a room to place her gear thence, while settling that in having a bath prepared.
|
|
A stone building looms over the surrounding homes and shops, rivaled only by the temple across the street. A peaked roof sports a massive chimney merrily exhaling clouds of smoke heavy with the pleasant odor of roasting meat. Fiendish suits of armor stand guard next to the wide entrance of a place that a wooden sign over the door names “The Conqueror’s Blade.”
Inside the building is a well made tavern, fancifully decorated. Several dozen people are gathered around various tables, the majority of which seem to be soldiers or guards. About half the guards seem to be playing cards or dice, calling out raucously, while the other half appear to be simply watching the others play as if waiting here for something.
In the corner of the room sits a human man dressed a bit pompously in brightly colored court garb that looks a bit out of date, his stringy black hair slicked back with scented wax and he looks over the various people in the tavern.
Once inside one of the three barmaids nods towards you, but seems busy enough so as not to direct you to a table, leaving you in peace until you call to them for your order.
The tavern has a flight of stairs that run to a second floor, looking as if it likely has rooms to rent.
Maeltheron hands the barmaid 2 GP, and smiling at her adds,
That will be for two rooms with locks, love. Can you have a pitcher of your fiinest ale brought to our table so that we can order a meal, please?
He leans close and hands her another gold and whispers,
What can you tell me about the popinjay in the corner?
Diplomacy: [dice]1d20
Maeltheron hands the barmaid 2 GP, and smiling at her adds,
That will be for two rooms with locks, love. Can you have a pitcher of your fiinest ale brought to our table so that we can order a meal, please?
He leans close and hands her another gold and whispers,
What can you tell me about the popinjay in the corner?
"Two pichers" Willy tells the barmaid and sits at the table, taking note of the man in the corner.
Maeltheron smiles broadly and slaps Willy on the back.
Aye, big fella, should have thought one would not be enough. We will get along nicely.
Meera waits patiently for he attention of a serving lass and when she does get 'served' her first action is to pay the 1 Gp for a lockable room, then organizes the bathing facilities to be made ready while she moves her self and her gear up to said room.
To see what has transpired in her absence and to look for a nice seat in a secluded corner some where and thence see about ordering a meal.
|
|
The bathing room is communal but able to barred from within, though the tub is effectively serve yourself, a water pump worked to bring water from within and a hearth with a stovetop serving to heat it so the tub can be filled.
When the room is looked into it is a simple affair, clean but not overly fancy, two simple beds and several cots stacked against one of the walls with a tall wardrobe and dresser.
The rest of the party is led to a table to the side of the room a bit away from the gathered soldiers and their simple games of chance, the din of the inn making softly spoken conversation effectively private.
Taking time to look around gives a better view of the assembled locals, almost exclusively they look to be guards or soldiers of the keep, though there are at least a few who appear to be merchants here and there enjoying the drink and food of the finer of the towns taverns. At the bar stands a tall man with dark hair wearing clerical vestments, a holy symbol of Abadar hanging from his neck.
Food and the pitchers of drink are brought quickly by one of the taverns three barmaids and when asked about the man in the corner she drops her eyes a bit nervously, speaking softly as if nervous. "Rhasper? Oh, he owns this tavern, sir. I wouldn't speak of him in such terms as that!
Perception DC 13
Perception DC 17
No offense meant, just that I do not see too many dressed so...so...colorfully.
Maeltheron smiles broadly at the barmaid.
You wouldn't happen to have any Elven Gold, would you?
Perception:
Perception:
Maeltheron leans into the table when the barmaid retreats and whispers to Williy and Hugh.
The barkeep has the mistletoe on his belt.
Willy pours himself a pint of ale and looks around,
more interested in the ale than his surroundings.
The barkeep has the mistletoe on his belt.
"Ayuh" Willy nods, not wanting to say more with so many people around.
When Meera arrives,
Nolan continues talking idly with either the barkeep, or one of the nearby soldiers, being a very polite and pleasant conversationalist. Depending upon how long he's been at the tavern, he would have tried to find out the generalized opinions of the soldiers from whatever the barkeep has overheard, giving him a bit of monetary compensation if it seems that the barkeep is slightly put off by his looking like a priest.
Diplomacy roll:
Perception roll:
Perception roll:
When Meera arrives, he leans close to here ear.
The priest of Abadar at the bar has the mistletoe on his belt.
Maeltheron stands and approaches the priest.
Good evening, friend. Maeltheron's, the name. can I buy you a drink?
At Filio's attention Meera actually shy's away from the Elf slightly, though she gives a more nod.
And continues to seek out her corner and a meal.
|
|
Nolan
Having spent your day talking among the guards and barmaids you will have learned that the soldiers are very on edge for some reason, they are aware that something big is happening and they are expecting to be martialed soon, but don't know why. From the barmaids you will have picked up that Rhaspar(the owner of the inn) has asked them to pay extra attention among customers and pick up what information he can from them.
Nolan looks up at the approaching elf, offering a warm smile.
As you wish. I am not usually a heavy drinker, but one must never turn away the offered kindnesses of others.
Maeltheron motions to the bartender to bring Nolan a drink.
So, what brings you here?
Hugh
Simply doing Abadar's will, friend. Traveling from city to city, town to town, ensuring that civilization keeps going and communities continue to support one another. And what of yourself, my drink buying friend? What brings you to this place?
Caravan guarding, and offering the skills of my Bow. Don't really know how we are staying in town, but we may have some interests in common....like perhaps the Andoren Military?
He motions to the mistletoe on his belt.
While Hugh nurses his ale, Willy downs his and pours himself another.
"Who he talkin' to?" nodding in the direction of Maelthon and Nolan.
Meera sits silently in her corner, slowly eating and enjoying her meal and drink, while she watches the watchers.
Nolan would chuckle slightly at the elf's comment.
Well, I do find a lot of thing's interesting. It's why I travel so much, you see. Perhaps we can talk about some of these interests somewhere a little more comfortable then at the bar? If you've a table, I would gladly sit with you.
Come then, Nolan, and join me and my like-minded friends.
Maeltheron leads Nolan to the table.
Nolan, these are my companions, Hugh, Meera, and Willy. We may speak freely amongst ourselves, or we do have two rooms upstairs for more discreet conversations, if you so wish.
Meera glances around at the many Town Guard seated nearby, though she tries to not look like she's looking.
|
|
As the group regathers at their table, the door to the tavern opens and a further wave of soldiers press inside, nearly doubling their numbers, most of the new comers taking standing space around those who are gaming at the tables. In the middle of their number is a tall man wearing full plate with a longsword at his hip, strapped to his back a longbow and a shield. He wears a black tabbard trimmed in golden thread holding the design of a murder of crows.
The soldiers pay him obvious respect, waiting for him to take a seat as they stand around as if waiting for something, though the man doesn't seem to be in any rush, waiting as one of the barmaids rushes over to him with a pre-readied drink and plate of food.
Knowledge: Nobility DC:12
Meera looks at the well dressed Guard, though no real recognition seems to pass over her features. She surmises he's important but really has no idea by how much. ;)
Willy appraises the man, trying not to be too obvious about it.
"Nice sword" he mutters to himself and finishes another pint.