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Swen drapes the robe around her arm, and lowers it, letting her cloak fall around her shoulder.
With her other hand she makes a broad waving motion to pull the merchant's attention away from the robe, if just for a moment.
"Maybe, but maybe I might ask you a few questions first? You see, I'm likely to take a trip to Kyonin soon. It'd be nice to know the terrain so to speak. Are you from Kyonin? What can you tell me about the customs there? Anything I should know about?"
For a moment the half elf's eyes followed the robe but your hand motion, plus the question seemed to distract her.
"Kyonin? Proper? I do not know if I can help you friend. I am from Greengold, along the lake. Most of my kind live around there you see."
She began reaching up to slip the side of her hair back exposing her obviously half elven ears.
"I made the trip to Omesta once with my mother to see her kin and its in the forest proper. The best advice i can give any one in dealing with the elves in Kyonin is to realize they look at things in much longer terms than one can imagine. They prefer nuances, the pleasure of introductions before business those sorts of things."
As tier commander takes his leave, Ramona heads out, considering the information. It might definitely be useful in the future. The gunslinger heads toward the chosen meeting place.
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Swen further slips her arm behind her back as she bows slightly, "I see, well I should introduce myself. My name's Tush, a pleasure to meet you."
With her free hand, Swen gestures to the other garments, "Anything you recommend? I have others traveling with me. Kind of an odd bunch. It'd be nice to be properly outfitted so that we don't stick out too much."
The older woman chuckled and shook her head.
"I was joking, keep that around, or pass it around to your friends, If it works like I believe it does, it will be quite a boon to someone in your line of work. Im past my field agent days for the most part it will be more useful in your hands. But yes please tell me if it feels like its working for you."
She answered taking a sip of her tea and smiling.
Nicenzia sips her tea and responds smiling. "Oh I certainly will that, I might give it to our rogueish type and see if she can get a little more use out of this than I can. The kind of magic I use mostly rely on the target to not be able to resist it. With that said do you know of any decent magical items for a sorcereress like me to look for? " she says finishing her tea.
Nicenzia will wait for an answer and one Allura has responded she will thank her for her time and get on to get to the meeting place, stopping on the way to buy a scroll of infernal healing.
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Swen further slips her arm behind her back as she bows slightly, "I see, well I should introduce myself. My name's Tush, a pleasure to meet you."
With her free hand, Swen gestures to the other garments, "Anything you recommend? I have others traveling with me. Kind of an odd bunch. It'd be nice to be properly outfitted so that we don't stick out too much."
"Oh dear me, anything really, are you going to Kyonin as part of a trading caravan? I have a few nice robes for the merchant type you arent dressed as a Kalistradean my apologies. I had this nice robe i think would work well with your eyes, it was bright green with a blue trim. Where did I pack that?"
She began with a frown turning to look over her wares in the cart.
The older woman chuckled and shook her head.
"I was joking, keep that around, or pass it around to your friends, If it works like I believe it does, it will be quite a boon to someone in your line of work. Im past my field agent days for the most part it will be more useful in your hands. But yes please tell me if it feels like its working for you."
She answered taking a sip of her tea and smiling.
Nicenzia sips her tea and responds smiling. "Oh I certainly will that, I might give it to our rogueish type and see if she can get a little more use out of this than I can. The kind of magic I use mostly rely on the target to not be able to resist it. With that said do you know of any decent magical items for a sorcereress like me to look for? " she says finishing her tea.
Nicenzia will wait for an answer and one Allura has responded she will thank her for her time and get on to get to the meeting place, stopping on the way to buy a scroll of infernal healing.
"Oh? I've picked up a trinket or two, then we have the items in the enchanting room. One of my students seems quite skilled in the enchantment of minor magical items, I am hoping she can manage stronger things soon. Weak heart afraid of more pratical experiance so its slow going. I can put in a request from on old friend in Kerse if you are looking to spend a good deal of coin, to be frank, I dont think you can afford most of the things Cern makes as of yet, perhaps after a few more missions are under your belt."
After his breakfast, Amed gathers his belonging for his meeting at The Black Dragon. On his way there, if the magus passes by The River Mint, he looks up at the windows as he passes, thinking about what might have been. Otherwise, Amed waits outside The Black Dragon for the rest of Team Grey.
The windows seem clear for the moment Amed, the streets however are not. As you near the site of your next possible missions breifing you run across a familiar face. The half elven barmaid at the tavern built just outside the walls to the Silver Shields compound.
She sees you and snorts slightly rolling her eyes before turning back to the rotund half orcen fellow standing outside a shop. From your angle its hard to see inside the place, but there is a stand of fruit in the front of it.
Not to be outdone in dickery, the magus takes out his scimitar and begins to clean his nails, even though prestidigitation took care of the earlier.
"Good morning, darling", Amed casually comments at the half-elf barmaid, not looking up from his cuticles.
Not to be outdone in dickery, the magus takes out his scimitar and begins to clean his nails, even though prestidigitation took care of the earlier.
"Good morning, darling", Amed casually comments at the half-elf barmaid, not looking up from his cuticles.
"I see my hunch about you was correct. Been back a few days I'm never brought me a single flower."
She smirked, half turning to the large half orc.
"Thanks again Mi'chelle, look forward to serving those fruits this weekend."
The large half orc grunted shooting you an almost disgusted look before he nodded his head to the half elven bar keep and made his way back inside.
"Word is, your team is heading to elven lands next... good luck."
She began with a chuckle shaking her head as she made her way further down the street.
Swen takes what she can get. As the half-elf searches for the 'lost' robe, she waves and begins to leave.
-"Nevermind then. I do have to get going. Thank you for your help, perhaps I'll find you after my journey."
She flashes a smile and blends back into the bustling crowd.
Robe in hand...almost literally you easily make your way into the crowd of folk with the merchant none the wiser.
Aurelain gathers his meager gear and makes sure he is ready to depart as soon as he has direction. He then heads to the place of the meeting, believing it is always good to be early.
The Black Dragon inn was one of the larger establishment in Macridi, though it wasnt the first Black Dragon Inn in Druma. The owner of this particular inn was in fact the 2nd daughter of the original's owner. Macridi's version of the Black Dragon Inn was more a local gathering place for amazing food and drink, though they did have 2 dozen rooms upstairs.
When you entered the place Aurelain a young woman stood behind a wooden stand. She offered you a smile when you entered.
"What brings you into the Black Dragon Inn today sir?"
She asked with a bright smile.
Alas I am only meeting friends here to depart on a dangerous quest. Aurelain says with a wry smile. I fear I am early. Perhaps I could get some breakfast? He looks around, obviously hoping to be invited to sit.
Nizencia arrives at the Black dragon inn just as Swen is coming back to it. She approaches her holding out the coin they picked up the other night. "Swen I think you should keep this coin close on your person, it might prove beneficial for you. It has the power to once in a while change an outcome for the better for you." She says with a big smile at her.
Alas I am only meeting friends here to depart on a dangerous quest. Aurelain says with a wry smile. I fear I am early. Perhaps I could get some breakfast? He looks around, obviously hoping to be invited to sit.
"Oh? master Dare (dar -eh) mentioned that we had guests for the private room meeting master Bwirse about some business. Please follow me."
She began stepping from behind her lectern and heading into the common room. She guided through the busy room. The inn's common room was well kept, and it appears to be a rather well liked locale as its filled with folk getting their morning meal. Above the din of the tavern-goers, you can hear the booming voice of a large hairy beast of a man. He seems to be checking in on the help at the inn, going from the man behind the bar, to the three serving girls to a man who looks very much like a bouncer but whom is clearing tin plates from a just emptying table dispensing directions and comments.
As you are passing a table you here one of the patrons whispering about the Brass Dragon inn, a smaller place on the south side of the town. Patrons seen to keep mentioning a dark whispering heard at night. Some think the place is haunted.
If the young woman heard the rumor as you passed she seemed to pay it no mind. Instead she opened the door to a side room that had a large table inside it lit by a few candles. Heavy curtains hung over a closed window making the room dark.
"Im sure Master Bwirse will be here soon, I'll have someone in to take your order soon sir."
She began with a wink. At least you think it was a wink. She withdrew leaving alone in the room for the moment.
As tier commander takes his leave, Ramona heads out, considering the information. It might definitely be useful in the future. The gunslinger heads toward the chosen meeting place.
Just as you were about to make your way out of the compound one of the younger orphans that hung around the place learning trade and fighting skills, no doubt the next generation of silver shields came scrambling out of the main keep hailing you.
"M'am... miss ... miss Ramona. Master Binderbook wants to see you, special mission something about big guns and hobgoblin walls."
He panted.
The keep and compound was not what you thought it would be pictures of grand stone spires walls with marching soldiers stark human designs... this was homely, almost inviting. The walls were tall enough, and appeared solid. The lone high tower was slim and built of stone, but that was it. There was even a wooden inn built along the outside of the wall. The letter in your pocket felt heavier than it should. Two months ago a confused young messenger found you, said he had been given a letter for you.
It was from a elven relative, he said. a strange tall fellow with intricate tattoos and a smirk on his face. Tamrinil Alluevarin claimed to be kin to your father. Word had reached him about your mothers passing and well he mourned for her. He went on to describe about how he was an officer in a well regarded mercenary outfit in Druma and since her father was unavailible to provide aid that she could come see him in Macridi if she needed anything.
Intruigued more than anything else you left the small village you had been living in on the outskirts of the Fierani forest and head south just to see if the writer was full of s~#& more than anything. It seemed like a busy bustling place. A dwarf was directing a bunch of workers in adding some sort of mud like patching to the walls. The sound of a smith's forge hammering off to the north clanged in your ears. Two young humans chatting about magical theory as they walked by with baskets towards the open gate passed by you barely nodding at your presence.
"No. You seem to be pointing not aiming. Try again."
You heard a voice heavy with an elvish lilt to it correct someone. in the back corner of the compound you could see four young folk with bows intently watching and listening to a tall elf in leaf armor.... very simular to your armor in fact.
You had just entered the large entrance to the Black Dragon inn, a someone well known spot here in Macridi. As the doors closed behind you, a young woman just finished walking up to a wooden podium.
"Welcome to the Black Dragon Inn, How can we help you today?"
"To be honest I wasn't really looking for anything els then you as I walked here." she says with a smile, as they go inside.
"Would you join me for a glass of red while we wait for the others to join us?" she says looking towards Swen. "Then you can tell me what info you have gathered around the docks."
Seeing Nicenzia enter the Black Dragon Inn, the magus follows in.
The voice, or more accurately, the flowing elven speech pattern drew her attention from taking in the bustling surroundings of the fortress.
Looking in the direction of it, Thorn's sharp eyes focus on the speaker.
a strange tall fellow with intricate tattoos and a smirk on his face
The odds of that description matching someone else here in addition to the man instructing the four with the bows was rather unlikely. The letter in her pocket feeling like a ball of lead, a nervous flutter in her stomach, the ranger walks over toward the archery lesson.
She wasn't all that good with strangers, generally preferring the quiet of the wilderness to most people's ideas of conversation, but she was here now so there was nothing for it but to introduce herself.
"Uhm... hello..I'm looking for Tamrinil Alluevarin."
The voice, or more accurately, the flowing elven speech pattern drew her attention from taking in the bustling surroundings of the fortress.
Looking in the direction of it, Thorn's sharp eyes focus on the speaker.
a strange tall fellow with intricate tattoos and a smirk on his face
The odds of that description matching someone else here in addition to the man instructing the four with the bows was rather unlikely. The letter in her pocket feeling like a ball of lead, a nervous flutter in her stomach, the ranger walks over toward the archery lesson.
She wasn't all that good with strangers, generally preferring the quiet of the wilderness to most people's ideas of conversation, but she was here now so there was nothing for it but to introduce herself.
"Uhm... hello..I'm looking for Tamrinil Alluevarin."
The tall elf paused in his directions turning his head to face you. For what seemed like forever he studied through narrow slitted eyes... then his smirk turned into a smile grew and his eyes widened.
"Continue to practice. I will be back in a few moments."
He addressed his students before proffering a slight bow and walking closer.
"I feel like I know you, though i dont believe we have met. How can I help you?"
He began glancing back to the students whom suddenly turned their attention back to the targets and not on the strange interuption.
"Uhm...my name is Thorn....Thorn Blackleaf. I believe you sent this." Thorn replies a bit nervously, drawing the letter out of her pocket and extending it toward him.
Seeing Nicenzia enter the Black Dragon Inn, the magus follows in.
You stand in the entryway for several long moments, from where you stand you can see a easily a dozen tables in the place filled with folk going about their midday meals. A young woman is chatting with Swen and Nicenzia as she lead them to a table in the corner giving them a very good view of the place.
A few moments later she is back in the room offering you a smile.
"Welcome to the Black dragon inn here in Macridi. How can we help you today?"
She began to you Amed.
Swen nods to Nicenzia and tells the hostess, “We’ll take a table, there,” she points to a far corner where they can easily keep an eye on the door.
The girl leads you torwards the back section where you pointed easily enough.
"Have you folks been here before? We are serving both a beef stew with azul wheat bread, or there is a fish plate with fresh greens. There is also a blue currant pie. Amber will be with you shortly."
She finished with a smile offering you both a slight curtsy before leaving the room.
After a few minutes Aurelain a large older woman enters the room with a messy bun but a large friendly smile.
"What can i get for your sir? Master Bwirse hasnt arrived yet. We have a beef stew with azul wheat bread or a riverfish fried up with fresh greens for lunch? Will ye be having ale or kaf or anything?"
Seeing Nicenzia enter the Black Dragon Inn, the magus follows in.You stand in the entryway for several long moments, from where you stand you can see a easily a dozen tables in the place filled with folk going about their midday meals. A young woman is chatting with Swen and Nicenzia as she lead them to a table in the corner giving them a very good view of the place.
A few moments later she is back in the room offering you a smile.
"Welcome to the Black dragon inn here in Macridi. How can we help you today?"
She began to you Amed.
"I will take an ale, if you have it. I see two of my teammates over there. I shall sit with them, thank you."
"Uhm...my name is Thorn....Thorn Blackleaf. I believe you sent this." Thorn replies a bit nervously, drawing the letter out of her pocket and extending it toward him.
There was a moment where he looked perplexed. He took the letter and started to open it. It was only partly unfolded when he stopped and folded it back to how it was. Clearly he remembered it.
"Ah yes... word reached me of your mother. I knew her well. My brother he well."
"We are kin.I know you are well doing fine on your own, but I had wanted to let you know if you need anything, I will do what I can to aid you. As you can see I am an officer here for this mercenary group, we take missions and send out teams to do the work, pays well. In fact I have a team that could probably use an experienced hand in the wilderness, if you are interesed."
He began with a mysterious smile.
Something in her "uncle's" words rings false, a fact that she does a decent job of keeping to herself despite having no knack for deception. This Tamrinil was somewhat fascinating, but then again most elves were, especially to someone looking to better understand a part of themselves they grew up not really knowing all that well.
"She never mentioned your name, or that I had an uncle for that matter, but I suppose I was just a kid." she answers a bit guardedly."I...appreciate the chance to learn a bit about my father when you have time."
She pauses for a moment, considering the offer. "Work is good, good paying is even better. I'm defnitely interested." she says shifting from one foot to the other, a habit she'd broken years ago.
Amed walks over and pulls up a chair at the kayal and dhampir's table.
"So..any sign of our contact?" The magus asks with a winning smile.
Nicenzia thanks the girl and takes a seat next to Swen, seeing her try to hide her face she quickly follow where she was looking to discover Ahmed. "We just sat down." she says as he joins them and starts to look around the room. After hwr scan she turns her attention to Swen."Do you think we should order something to eat? Or perhaps it's better to wait for our contact."
[ooc I had meant for both of you to roll perceptions and the 1d12 shoudl have been more specific :) [/ooc]
Before you could answer a bear of a man came to your table.
"Hello Hello welcome to the Macridi's Black dragon inn! First time 'ere eh folks. Welcome welcome! Name's Miklos Dare (dar - eh) at your service. Me and the missus own the place... a branch of her folks fine establishment up in the Capital. What brings you round 'ere? Are you adventurer's? You look like the sort."
He began, laughing and clapping you on the shoulder Amed. Harder than was probably needed.
"If there is one thing I know, its a troublemaker when i see them. Adventurer's are full of troubles eh?"
He added with a laugh and wink to you girls.
"You wont be trouble though folks I can tell."
Man he has a solid grip Amed. Its almost like he is speaking directly to you and not so much the girls.
"Hilda! Bring these folks some ale on me. First time here!"
He began and at that point an older fellow eyes mostly closed called out.
"What about me its my first time 'ere!"
One of the passing maids laughed.
"More like first time 'ere today you mean Laslo."
The old man could only laugh elbowing the fellow at his table who sort of joined in.
As a dwarven lass, pretty if you like them short, came up with the tray of four ales he sat down across from Amed held up the mug.
"I know your type pretty well, and good fortunes to ye. Back in my youth i ran mercenary for a year or two, seeing all there was of this land. Lost a few friends, made many more. I imagine you are here to see Bwirse. He's been honest to me, but he's a money changer and lender so take care of his words now. He weaves them pretty thick."
He was about to say more when someone hollored his name from the back. He had his mug up to his lips and he almost spilt it down his shirt. He gave you all a conspiratorial grin.
"Well then off I go, thats the missus. Dont want to keep her waiting. It ends badly when you upset a woman i've found. Hope to see you again."
He offered leaving you all there.... The dwarven lass cleared her throat.
"Right then, you folks want the stew or the fish?"
Swen quickly attempts to hide her face behind a gloved hand when she sees Amed walk in, but it’s not quick enough.
“Tsk,” she utters when it’s clear he’s going to join their table.
[Dice=Perception]1d20
]1d12Nicenzia thanks the girl and takes a seat next to Swen, seeing her try to hide her face she quickly follow where she was looking to discover Ahmed. "We just sat down." she says as he joins them and starts to look around the room. After hwr scan she turns her attention to Swen."Do you think we should order something to eat? Or perhaps it's better to wait for our contact."
Something in her "uncle's" words rings false, a fact that she does a decent job of keeping to herself despite having no knack for deception. This Tamrinil was somewhat fascinating, but then again most elves were, especially to someone looking to better understand a part of themselves they grew up not really knowing all that well.
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[diceBluff]13"She never mentioned your name, or that I had an uncle for that matter, but I suppose I was just a kid." she answers a bit guardedly."I...appreciate the chance to learn a bit about my father when you have time."
She pauses for a moment, considering the offer. "Work is good, good paying is even better. I'm defnitely interested." she says shifting from one foot to the other, a habit she'd broken years ago.
If he recognized that you recognized the lie, he never bothered to correct it. Instead he reached into his belt pouch and pulled out a scroll.
"We have a team being gathered to investigate an old chest of elven make. What details i got have lead me to believe they may need a guide of the outer edges of Kyonin. The traveling fee and payment for their time comes to 200 gold...a peice. More depending on what they manage to dig up. They have a meeting with a man in Macridi. If you take a fast horse you should be able to get to the inn on time. Here wear this."
He began reaching into a different pouch at his waist and pulling out an armband with a silver shield emblazoned on the blue cloth.
"Tell them Master Binderbook called their companion Ramona in for a different mission, but you are her replacement."
He offered standing there looking awkward for a moment. You could see a million things seemed to running through his thoughts at the moment. Thoughts he wasnt sure what he should do with.
Essentially being manhandled by a man twice his size, Amed decides, in this case, honest might be the best policy.
"My friends and I are on Silver Shield business, Mr. Dare."
After the bear of a man leaves the table, the magus takes the free ale from the cute dwarven lass. With a quick dip of the ale on the floor as is the typical offering to Cayden Cailean, Amed offers a equally quick wink and smile. "Thank you for the ale, dear lady. And I believe the stew is all I have time for today."
After a few minutes Aurelain a large older woman enters the room with a messy bun but a large friendly smile.
"What can i get for your sir? Master Bwirse hasnt arrived yet. We have a beef stew with azul wheat bread or a riverfish fried up with fresh greens for lunch? Will ye be having ale or kaf or anything?"
A kaf would be excellent. Too early for even me to start drinking ale. He says with a smile. And the fish would be just the thing to break my fast.
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Swen takes the mug of ale and drinks it thirstily. “I’ll just eat off their plates,” she tells the waitress and slips a gold piece to her, whispering, “let us know when this Bwirse fellow comes in.”
“Something’s afoot in town,” she confides in her companions once their order is taken, “I get the feeling we won’t be the only ones investigating this artifact or whatever. Could be trouble.”
Being pretty sure she had gambled with a Druid and some woodsman just the day before, she scans the tavern for any of their ilk.
Accepting the armband, Thorn gives Tamrinil a nod. "Thank you, I'll head there now.....uncle." she says awkwardly, before turning to head to the stables...something that was always easy to find for anyone with a decent sense of smell.
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Swen takes the mug of ale and drinks it thirstily. “I’ll just eat off their plates,” she tells the waitress and slips a gold piece to her, whispering, “let us know when this Bwirse fellow comes in.”
“Something’s afoot in town,” she confides in her companions once their order is taken, “I get the feeling we won’t be the only ones investigating this artifact or whatever. Could be trouble.”
Being pretty sure she had gambled with a Druid and some woodsman just the day before, she scans the tavern for any of their ilk.
[dice=Perception]1d20+7
The waitress gave you a curt nod for the coin and request and before long your orders were brought forth. The food was good and filling, and as you were finishing up your meal the waitress came back and leaned in whispering in your ear... 'thats him'.
Looking up to the entrance you could see a small pretentious looking fellow in a bowler hat come stauntering into the dining area. He stopped at the bar and shared a word with Miklos before he took a small shot of some dark substance and drained it. He coughed and they both laughed and then he took an ale and slowly headed back torwards one of the private rooms.
Accepting the armband, Thorn gives Tamrinil a nod. "Thank you, I'll head there now.....uncle." she says awkwardly, before turning to head to the stables...something that was always easy to find for anyone with a decent sense of smell.
The stables was manned by a tall awkward half elven fellow with fine yellowgold hair. He was brushing a large powerful looking dark horse when he noticed you. He stared awkwardly for a moment before he noticed your armband and quickly led you to one of the keeps horses. He gave you pretty good directions and a spirited horse to ride into town.
His directions were easy to follow and led you right to where you needed to go. The only annoying thing was the smarmy looking fellow in a bowler hat who glanced you up and down for a moment with a smirk before he head inside.
He walked right past the young woman at a small desk and she let him pass by with nary a word, She smiled brightly when she saw you however.
"Welcome to the Black dragon inn in Macridi miss, how can we help...Oh I see the armband, are you here for the others?"
She asked brightly.
A kaf would be excellent. Too early for even me to start drinking ale. He says with a smile. And the fish would be just the thing to break my fast.
After a few minutes Aurelain a large older woman enters the room with a messy bun but a large friendly smile.
"What can i get for your sir? Master Bwirse hasnt arrived yet. We have a beef stew with azul wheat bread or a riverfish fried up with fresh greens for lunch? Will ye be having ale or kaf or anything?"
The a younger woman entered the private room with a tray of steaming hot kaf and a thick clay pitcher and a platter of the fish. You could smell earthy herbs on the fish and could pratically see the steam rising from the kaf and the platter of fish.
"If you need anything else sir please you have but to ask. Name's Ilsie. I'm sure Mister Bwirse will be here soon. Please enjoy."
Thorn rolls her eyes at the distasteful little man who leered at her, glad to see him walking away instead of toward her.
"Uhm...yes!" Thorn answers, "There's supposed to be a small group meeting with someone here, could you show me to them?" she asks quietly, returning the smile.