GM Tyranius (PF2E) Port Peril Pub Crawl (Inactive)

Game Master Tyranius

Dr Rip Fang Muk Muk nods vigoriousuly.

"We sure did! I don't think I want to conduct any more business meetings in bars, though. It can be rather painful." Trildyn rubs her shoulder.

Don Jurri tends to the dirt still in his fingernails, wiping it by twisting the bit of cloth into a dulled dart shape, and 'going to town'.

After a few moments, he fishes through his pockets again, and discovers an elixir!

Quickly downing it, he declares that "I feel better already!" and rubbing the 2nd-degree burns over his shoulders, asks Venture-Captain Ambrus Valsin "I would like to submit a voucher for a cleaning bill." Looking down over his disheveled and torn-clothed front side while presenting it plainly for the captain to see "Who do I need to talk to about expediting that?" adding a soft touch of vocal urgency to his voice.

Chomper responds, "Aye, aye, da deed is done!"

He digs around in his backpack a bit and pulls out the bottle of Southern Squall, "Mayhaps we celebrate wit' uh bit o' rum fer uh job well done!" He holds the bottle up and questioningly looks around the room at each of the group.

Ambrus Valsin actually laughs at the mention of a cleaning bill as he looks you over. Most of you wear bandages and carry black eyes from the brawl. He reaches into his top right hand drawer and pulls out six archaic looking wayfinders. He tosses them on top of the desk with dull thuds. "Maybe these will help out. Pathfinders!"

That is the end of the quest. Hope you all enjoyed the bar brawl.

Cerulean drops one of the archaic wayfinders he was fingering unceremoniously and appears as if by magic at Chomper's elbow. "Aye,um... matey! Let's have one least measure of rum before we. Um. Weigh anchor?"

"Indeed, a drink and a song!" Spotlight hops on Valsin's desk and belts into a chorus:[/b]

♫"Then man the capstan--off we go,
As the fiddler swings us round,
With a yeo heave ho,
And a rum below,
Hurrah for the homeward bound!"♫

With that he bows, then tosses back the rum, setting his cup down with a flourish as he hops off the table!