"Now Fiz. No bombs in a House d'Orien establishment. That's just rude. It will also result in heavy fines at the minimum. Perhaps you should accompany us. For a while at least. A walk will help clear your head."
She gets someone's attention, " Do you have perhaps a tea that will help our friend here with her future hangover?"
"There will be time enough for bombs I think, bombs that won't ruin my future. Tea could help, or coffee, or both."
"No bombs, please. This isn't the place or time. There will be a chance to see the bombs later."
Her ears droop as she starts to pout "Pfffsssh, fuh-hine. Fizsssh not use fire"
He takes the steaming cup from the waitress. She nods, "Traditional goblin remedy." It smelled like coffee, but with a strange mix of spices. He could smell ginger, honey and more that he wasn't familiar with. On top of crushed dried pepper flakes and a fresh chili to stir it with.
He hands over the potent concoction to Fiz.
To the surprise, or no surprise, of everyone, she gulps it down with zero hesitation or any form of caution, the heat of the drink not seaming to bother her in any way or form
"Pssshaah! Thatsssshhh nicsssh!" (that's nice!)
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Karsh'e is impressed by FizFiz' heat tolerance. He remembers when he was young, trying to gulp down his grandmother's hot tea with unpleasant results.
"Well, ready to go?" asks Failin.
"Yes, we are prepared."
"Let us be off. Now, about that contraption out front. Is that yours?"
"We's good ta go."
"To the not flammable thingsssssh!" she exclaims, pointing in a completely wrong direction
"Let us be off. Now, about that contraption out front. Is that yours?"
"Yes, it is," said Failin. He leads you outside to his contraption out front. A cart that seemingly does not have a horse attached to it.
Karsh'e lifts his heavy pack and settles it on his shoulders. Then, accompanied by the occasional clank of metal, he follows the others out of the tavern.
Escher will begin loading their gear into the cart. As he looks at the space, he tries to figure out if he'll need to release his ectoplasmic shell to make room.
Two big and burly bugbears approach.
"Oh wonderful," says Failin.
Two big and burly bugbears approach.
"Oh wonderful," says Failin.
"Problem? Something we should know about?"
"I happen to owe them money."
Ayla cautiously ask
"I's gots to ask, ba how much does yous owe deem?"
She looks from Failin to the bugbears then to Failin again
"Thissh, could get meshy" he speech was still a bit slurred but she has a lot more coherency than before
Karsh'e quickly, but not quietly, shrugs his pack into the cart. While the bugbears approach he unties the straps holding his falchion, but doesn't lift it out of the cart, yet.
"From your tone I assume you do not currently have the money you owe them and they will react negatively to that news..."
"Bug coushinss, prefer to go bonk" she makes s downward swinging motion with her hands
"an da worse ones, take-ya outback an break ya legs before da bonk."
"an da worse ones, take-ya outback an break ya legs before da bonk."
She nods enthusiastically
"Sssheee? Even pretty long ssshaknsshhh getsssh it. Bug coushsinsh are not nissssha"(See? Even pretty long shanks gets it. Bug cousins are not nice)
One of the bugbears approach. He speaks in heavily accented Common. "Now, Failin, are you going to pay your debt?" he says. "Or am I have to get rough?"
Failin sits down and thinks.
"You may have a claim on him, but we need Failin in one piece," say Escher calmly. "I hope we can work something out peacefully, but that is up to you."
In order to encourage the peaceful solution, a translucent shield forms on one arm and from his other hand forms a glass-like sword. He wields it in one hand, though to most it would be a greatsword.
"That's right. We have a job for him. We do the job. We get paid. He gets his cut. He pays you. Simple."
"That's right. We have a job for him. We do the job. We get paid. He gets his cut. He pays you. Simple."
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25
"How much are you going to pay him?"
"How much does he owe you?"
"How much does he owe you?"
"Two hundred gold," says one of the bugbears.
"Then he can pay you double that when he gets back. Do we have a deal?"
"Dat-s a lot, mor tha-n I's seen.
Doh, I's got's to ask who's collecting da debt?
As its bet-a to know who's it is da Failin owes."
"Yes, we have a deal," said the first bugbear. "It's our hobgoblin boss, Glebir."
"Yes, we have a deal," said the first bugbear. "It's our hobgoblin boss, Glebir."
"Ensure that Gleneborn or whoever it is understands that House Orien let you live today; we may not make the same choice twice. The next time you are anywhere near Falin, you will ask for his leave to speak to him."
The scion smiles; it isn't a good smile though.
"There's part of me that wants to explain things to you more clearly, just to make sure you understand. I think the little goblin has some parting gifts she'd like to share as well. Be on your way. Now."
"Yes, we have a deal," said the first bugbear. "It's our hobgoblin boss, Glebir.""Ensure that Gleneborn or whoever it is understands that House Orien let you live today; we may not make the same choice twice. The next time you are anywhere near Falin, you will ask for his leave to speak to him."
The scion smiles; it isn't a good smile though.
"There's part of me that wants to explain things to you more clearly, just to make sure you understand. I think the little goblin has some parting gifts she'd like to share as well. Be on your way. Now."
They both leave, going back the way they came.
Escher's sword and shield evaporate. He returns to loading up so that they can move out.
"They didn't haggle. Maybe I should have offered them less." Karsh'e shrugs. No one was hurt, and it looks like this job will enable Failin to pay his debt.
The half-orc turns to Failin and addresses him for the first time. "I am Karsh'e, and am glad you are with us. How did you get mixed up with hobgoblins like that?"
"They didn't haggle. Maybe I should have offered them less." Karsh'e shrugs. No one was hurt, and it looks like this job will enable Failin to pay his debt.
The half-orc turns to Failin and addresses him for the first time. "I am Karsh'e, and am glad you are with us. How did you get mixed up with hobgoblins like that?"
"It's a long story," said Failin. "To summ up, I needed money, and the Bank wasn't about to give me any since all I had was my cart. So I borrowed some from Glebir."
Fiz watches them leave and only then do people see her put vials back onto her belt
"Not wanting to blow up bug cousins just yet. But would if needed. Though... Bug cousins burn good. Like most things." there was a hint of disappointment in her voice
"It's a long story," said Failin. "To summ up, I needed money, and the Bank wasn't about to give me any since all I had was my cart. So I borrowed some from Glebir."
Karsh'e bites his lip on an aphorism of his grandfather's about self-sufficiency. After all he hadn't yet been able to pay back Lia and Escher, and might never be able to pay back Beren. Somehow advising to carefully choosing one's creditors, didn't carry the same pithy weight.
Fiz watches them leave and only then do people see her put vials back onto her belt
"Not wanting to blow up bug cousins just yet. But would if needed. Though... Bug cousins burn good. Like most things." there was a hint of disappointment in her voice
Karsh'e notes how ready Fizfiz' vials were to hand. Somehow he didn't doubt that whatever was in the vials would make any live thing 'burn good'. At least if we're caught in rain, she'll be able to start a fire.
Ayla quickly comments remembering what she's seen and heard of hobgob mob bosses and those in their debt.
"I's thinks it best we's quickly gets their coin.
As I's don't think they's likely want ta be paid soon."
"Yes. We should leave quickly. Glebir might not like the bargain we've made."
"Get into the cart," says Failin. "And we can leave."
Escher will load the last of their supplies in and get in.
"We ride too?!" Karsh'e vaults the side and into the cart.
The small goblin clambered in, her small feet dangling a bit before she finally gets into the cart
Ayla helps and hops into the cart with what room is left as she hops in.
Lia will climb aboard and find a space for her slim form.