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Belbajak recognizes and appreciates that internal light in a creature being finally understood. "Wel, mae gennych gyfle i gael dial yna. A gobeithio mai Elf yw'r teulu." Sylvan: "Well, you have an opportunity for revenge then. And hopefully the elf is family."
Seeing an elf huddled under the table with the same look as some of his fey friends, Belbajak repeats himself in Sylvan, ”Cyfarchion. Fy enw i yw Belbajak Sweetwater. Dim ond nodyn a roddais atoch chi ac mae ganddi amserlen gyflenwi dynn yn unig. Mae grŵp bach o garcharorion Red Hand yn cludo caethwasiaeth elf trwy Estfalk heb gosb swyddogol gan y ddedfryd. Maent yn cuddio allan mewn mwynglawdd sydd wedi ei adael yn y bryniau i'r gogledd o'r fan hon hyd nes y bydd y Red Hand yn dod i gasglu yn ystod y pedwar diwrnod mwyaf. Awgrymodd y nodyn y byddai gennych ddiddordeb mewn helpu i ryddhau'r caethweision a difetha'r caethweision. " The forest gnome pauses again and continues, "Os ydych chi i mewn, pwy yw ya? A byddwn yn gadael yn y bore o'r fan hon."
After everyone has taken a seat, the forest gnome savors another sip of brandy and begins, ”Greetings. My name is Belbajak Sweetwater. My cousin just delivered a note that mentioned you and has a tight delivery schedule. A small group of Red Hand slavers are transporting an elf slave through Estfalk without official sanction from the dukedom. They’re hiding out in an abandoned mine in the hills north of here until the Red Hand comes to collect ‘em in at most four days. The note suggested that you would be interested in helping to free the slave and demotivate the slavers.” He pauses and lets that sink in. ”If you’re in, who are ya’? And we’ll leave at dawn from here.” He sips his brandy and watches reactions.
The grinning Belbajak nods to the acknowledgement and leads the troop upstairs. He unlocks the door and encircles the room to look behind the fabric covered walls as almost a ritual. Then, he pulls a stool to the table and takes a seat. He sips his brandy waiting for his guests to settle into their seats.
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”Thanks Thurm. Enjoy the brandy.” Belbajak thanks his cousin while pocketing the note and pats him on the back. He orders three more brandies and a key for a room upstairs from the barkeep. The room would have a table, a half dozen chairs, thick curtains covering the wall to muffle sound and hide eavesdroppers, and a sturdy oak door where confidential conversations can happen and business deals can get negotiated and sealed. The common room is not quite empty yet and still has many ears. So, he asks the barkeep to deliver the brandies to and invite Argyri and Deresh to the room, even though he doesn’t know their names. The barkeep makes as much money from these meeting rooms as he does with the bedrooms upstairs, so he’s well-practiced and well-motivated with these invitiations. With another brandy in his hand, Belbajak winds his way through the common room to the stairs. He waits on the second step to make eye contact with his invitees when they receive and accept the invitiation before leading them upstairs.
Belbajak listens intently to first the performers and then the dwarf with a smile on his face and curiosity in his soul. Seeing his cousin, his brows furrow a bit. He stands up and bows a little angle toward the dwarf. "I thank you Master Korlem for your cigar and history lesson, and I must take my leave for the moment. My cousin has arrived looking as if he went swimming in the river. Please excuse me." After a step toward the bar, Belbajak pauses and turns his head back toward the dwarf. His smile surprisingly broadens when he says, "I've never met a threshold that I haven't wanted to cross, yet." Then, he turns back and greets his cousin. "Hey Thurm! Wa'cha doin' swimmin' at night. Ain't healthy." He orders two more brandies for himself and his cousin to warm them from the inside.
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"So, Master dwarf. What's your entertainment for the rest of the evening? Telling a story, hearing a story, crowd watching, hearing more music? It would be a genuine pleasure to join you, unless you would like some peace, in which case I will merrily take my leave." Belbajak sincerely smiles.
"Well met, Master Bitterbellow." Belbajak nods and then takes a drag on the cigar. He savors the flavor on his tongue before slowly exhaling. "Thank you again. This is excellent." After a comfortable pause, the jovial gnome asks, "So, you know Papi? He hasn't been on the road in a while. Are you one of the founders?"
Belbajak's joyful smile droops a bit when it is obvious the dwarf knows him. His full smile returns when accepts the cigar. He looks around subtly for a light. "Ahh, master dwarf. It appears you have me at a disadvantage, as you certainly recognize the Sweetwater family resemblance. To whom do I address and thank for the cigar?" If appropriate, the gnome asks to join the dwarf and asks, "So, what brings you to Thornleaf?"
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After a few sips of his brandy, Belbajak orders a second from Lundwin on his tab. He hops off his throne-like stool and gracefully weaves through the crowd with his two drinks. Stopping at the dwarf, the gnome sets down the second brandy near the dwarf and says with a joyful smile, "Hello, master dwarf. Your cigar smells wonderful all the way at the bar. Its intoxicating flavor has pulled me over to you. How about a trade? A glass of the new brandy for one of your delicious cigars. I personally favor a pipe, but your cigar seems too good to resist tonight."
Belbajak enters the rowdy Crown and delicately shrugs out of his soaked heavily embroidered leather cloak and wide-brimmed leather hat that he hangs on an exposed nail near the door and closer to the floor than ceiling. He was full from his supper at the burrow but thirsty for drink and entertainment. "Hellu the Crown!" He welcomes himself to an inn where everyone knows your name. The first things you notice about Belbajak are his bright emerald eyes and infectious smile. Standing a little over three feet tall, he is an average-sized forest gnome who wears a forest green tunic that is heavily embroidered too, over a chain shirt that peeks out. His orange hair and chin strap beard stick out in every direction. He wears a dagger on his belt and well-worn, sturdy leather boots that are covered in mud. "Belbajak!" A chorus of locals respond. He deftly weaves through the crowd smiling and nodding and high-fiving and performing other oddly unique rituals. As he arrives near the bar, one of the locals moves away from a particularly high stool. He carefully ascends his perch to a waiting glass of brandy. "New brandy," the smiling Lundwin answers before the question. Belbajak salutes and sips enjoying the warmth run down his body like a slow bolt of lightning. He turns on his perch to survey the room with a wild smile and twinkle in his eye wondering what the evening will bring.
Here's Belbajak BACKGROUND: Belbajak was born and raised in a sprawling burrow of Sweetwater in the woods near the village of Thornleaf. He lives with about two dozen and four generations of his kin. While some of them tend the forest for the resources that it provides, the family business is special deliveries.
The clan of Sweetwater has been in the special delivery business since the last war. Papi Sweetwater worked as a scout for a cadre of magic users protecting the land. After the war, he continued couriering books, scrolls and anything too large for birds among the cadre. As the years went on, some of the cadre became more isolated, so he began delivering living supplies to them, too. Then, they needed more deliveries, so it became a family business. This cadre of magic users are an organization of magic users and scholars devoted to protecting the land from evil. (I can develop more here. Please let me know the sandbox in which you want me to build.) Belbajak grew up in the family business. He first accompanied his grandparents and great aunts and uncles on local runs. Then, he accompanied his parents, aunts and uncles on further deliveries and performed local deliveries on his own. The Sweetwater name is well-known and so is Belbajak. They are known to work for magic users who commoners revere as legends, as well as to share stories and minor magics. The way it currently works is that the Sweetwaters operate a network of birds that travel between the cadre and merchants to deliver messages of demand and deliveries. While many of his cousins focused on the business or the travels, the primary lesson that Belbajak learned was ‘knowledge is power.’ This obsession caused him to read every book in the burrow, because Papi created a library. Papi and other relatives sometimes took their payment in books and stories too, which they wrote in journals for the library. Belbajak’s obsession has also transformed into a dedication to the god of magic and knowledge. (I can develop more here. Please let me know the sandbox in which you want me to build.) He wears the god’s symbol around his neck and can work his blessings. Belbajak is currently studying a spellbook that he found in the family library. Organized Play Characters
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