Barnky's page

I'm going to presume that you all went to bed for the evening. If I am incorrect let me know, for consideration of unfolding events. Also, adjusting your inventories of the appropriate amount for rooms and such depending if you shared or took a separate room.

Barnky is currently cooking in the kitchen with in view of the bar. No one is in the tavern except some other patrons that some of you recognize from the night before, most likely travelling merchants or vagabonds.

Barnky looks up with a genuine smile and greets you.

"Good Morning Masters. Great to have you around when the morning meal is almost completed. Let me know if I can do anything for you."

He looks back down at his cutting board with the steady sound of chopping and slicing resounds in the hall. You also can smell the wonderful aroma of tomatoes and herbs.

Barnky looks at Quentin and the party with an obvious ease from his mind. Receiving the question asked of him he ponders for a second, and replying as well.

"Can't say that he has really stood out to particularly, he drinks well and looks to be spending quite a few gold here. Have only seen him on two occasions in the past few months. He seems to have a heavy purse every time he does come in."

He scratches his chin with a quizzical twist in his facial features "He does seem to sneak out quite often, today seemingly from you lot. Another from a merchant that was insistent that he stole his merchandise a week before. Quite the ordeal happened and he brushed it off as he was exiting. Always pays his tab on the table though so I can't complain."

Just so that you have an idea it is around 10pm and the current month is spring.

Will be transfering the wilderness map to a google sheet tomorrow so that you can all have a marker, and may more easily decide where you are headed when not in town.

Barnky is now visually bobbing to the infectious beat booming throughout the tavern. He is visually more happy even though this in turn has made his work harder for himself.

"I have some supplies in the back for traveling if you need anything, a few rations and the like. Not really sure how long you are planning on being out and about. The non perishable items are from people who either couldn't pack them or just straight left them in their rooms."

He continues to clean and scurry about trying to meet the influx of orders and demands from his patrons.

Barnky wipes his counter and instinctively gathers the coin inconspicuously. As quick as the coin had clattered onto the table, he swiped it with his polishing rag.

"Bragger is the only non-human to hold a seat of authority in Endhome. Bondhome has served as captain of the guard for the past twenty years, and given his dwarven longevity likely continues to do so for at least another thirty. You can find him most of the times at the barracks at his post, or even detailing his tails about his dwarven brethren at one of the finer inns located in the trading district."

He clears his throat and talks over his shoulder as he once again looks over tavern ensuring that everyone is looked after, his eyes meet a patron and he nods quickly as he starts to fill another flagon of ale.

"The bandits you seek are a bit more sly than you would think. I have heard that they never stick to the same camp for too long, preferring to relocate regularly. One thing is for sure, they are definitely within the penprie forest. I do not know for sure but some who live within or nearby the forest may know their whereabouts or movements."

He passes the flagon of ale to the man arriving at the barkeep. As soon as the flagon leaves his hand the minstrel clears his throat and begins a quite gripping drum beat that some locals start hollering, stomping and clapping to. Several patrons begin to dance and join in the beat.

Barnky being amidst the chaos around the bar, perked his ears and leaned in while pouring several more flagons of ale.

"There have been postings around the whole city about the Green Tree Bandits. Last I heard Bragger Bondhome was looking to supply a reward of a hefty amount to anyone willing to 'take care' of this nuisance to merchants and traders."

He leans over again with a glint of adventure in his eyes. Still polishing a mug clutched within his hands, polishing it in almost a meditative manner.

"There are a lot of rumors amongst the rabble that have come in this establishment. I can still gauge myself based on how much they spend while they are here. I can tell you many have gone into caves and hills along Fool's Pass. Have seen many depart, some return, and even more I have never heard from again."

He turns his head to check the ever opening door to the tavern, surveying the clientele at the same time. He glances around ensuring that all his patrons needs are met before looking off into the clearing within the tavern.

"Finally looks as though the entertainment has arrived."

He motions with his head to the clearing where you see a single man garbed in bright and flamboyant attire fumbling with his tools of the trade, a lute, a drum, and a harp. A Minstrel. Still tuning and ensuring all is where it should be. Barnky speaks again.

"He has said to be highly regarded as a Bard and quite a showman."

Barnky quickly clears his throat.

"He better be after the price I paid him for the night."

Barnky juggles several tasks at once, stopping a conversation to look up to the elf that asked him a question pertaining to business.

"M'lady, you will be relieved to know that we here at the King's like to have our guests enjoy the small gems in life. Such as it is we have both single bed rooms and double bed rooms available for the night...They both share the same price, yet the single bed room is noticeably larger."

He puts his finger up amidst a nagging regular patron of his complaining about the sight of his empty mug. Turing his now calm face back towards Celebrindal.

"Shall I book you a room lass?"

As he was waiting for an answer you notice that the mouth of Barnky for an instant seemed to gape open as the shadow of Bjorkus loomed over that particular stretch of the bar. The slight lapse in his character was met full force with his genuine hospitality.

"I really hope my mugs are large enough for you lad. Have some mead here fresh from the carriage this morning. My brother procured it from his inn down King's Road. He has had nothing but praises for it as of late.

He rustles below the barkeep as you over hear some cutlery and tableware brush up against one another. He heaves up a mug, almost twice the size of anyone else's. Pours a beer and pushes the mug towards Bjorkus.

"The best I can do for the size, we can call it the 'Hearty Blessing'. The meal comes with the drink as well, we have butter roasted scallops with a fig pie for desert. Hope you have an appetite, I will get your food shortly."

He whips his head back around to the once pestering regular patrons, and fires off a tongue lashing.

"Clyde, I have told you once I have told you many times. Do not pester me with questions when we all know you only ever ask for a refill."

He pours the ale and slams it in front of a slightly embarrassed noticeably red faced man surrounded by now laughing and jeering companions.