Darly's page

Seeing that her point had been made, Darly sit back from leaning over the table and re-adjusted her clothing.

"Oi 'ill leave yer al' ter it den, oi 'av an inn ter run an' a buff an' blister ter attend ter."

With that said Darly rises from the table and walks off toward the bar.

So the task lay ahead of the group, they needed to find out if any of the other members knew of any secrets to Skulltop Hillock as Newt did and then needed to round up what they could from everyone in town and get on the road. The longer they tarried the more likely that Darly's sister would become the Ogre's lunch.

Darly casualty looks over at the young Lord Casimir and winks slyly at him. Then leaning over the table where more than amble cleavage was quite apparent and on display she says...

"Dis body is not built for combat young wan. dis body wus built for other things than killin' ogres an' such."

Darly instructs her serving girl to bring a round of drinks for the group and anything else they may need. She then turns her attention back to the conversation at the table.

Now speaking in a lower tone as not to let her other sister which is highly upset and still sobbing on the other side of the bar hear. She drops her fake accent and now speaks in clear common.

"Well I hope your intentions are not to run the Ogre off by any form but to slay it where it stands. It has taken my sister Dayl and I want justice. I want its head." she then looks at each of you directly in the eye and then continues. "I also expect you to bring her back to me alive and well, do you understand me?"

Not waiting for an answer she leans back in her chair and returns to her normal tone and accent.

"Oi tink we al' understan' each other don't we."

Darly comes from behind the bar. Her tight dress barely concealing her full figure. The woman in her early thirties is quite attractive and walks with both purpose and grace as she makes her way over to the corner table. She pulls a chair out and takes a seat.

"So, judgin' me lord la frond bein' 'ere an' seein' dat de witch av de woods 'as graced us wi' 'er presence den oi can only assume dat dis is de groop dat is 'eadin' ogre 'untin' is dat correct?" she says inquisitively.

Darly whispers something to the serving girl while she is headed out of the kitchen and then turns her attention back to Anya'drea...

"Oi alwus worry whaen young birds go raun pointin' sticks at others an' braggin' dat they say produce dark an' threatenin' results."

btw when Anya'drea uses one of the scrolls or wand she will need to make a UMD device check to use them. Just so you are aware.

Darly kind of ducks when you point the wand at her, and then seems agitated. "Aye, you're dat wizards apprentice. oi recognize yer. well dare won't be any shootin' bolts av anythin' in dis 'ere establishment dear. did Nerenethos gie yer dat before yer man lef? waaat kind av dark experiments 'av yall been doin' up dare in dat wizards tower anyway?"

By the way this is my best Irish sounding accent.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Looking over at Anya'drea from behind the bar and listening to her speaking to herself she interrupts.

"Brag aboyt waaat dear?"

Sylva snuggles closer in to Alexander and says "'re ya Bobby 'oney? cause I ain't never 'eard of nah timothy pierpoint. but maybe ya can score be that Tiddley Win' and ya can 'elp get your point across? wot do ya say?"

The belly dancing performance comes to an end as the girls take a break. The bard also quits playing. The room only seems to get louder as the music stops.

One of the belly dancers heads over to the bar and takes up a position beside Alexander.

"So golden dove, the way I 'ear it, ya 're lookin' for sum company for this evenin'. is that correct, golden dove?" she says in a very seductive manner.

She eyes you over, then back again. Without waiting for an answer she takes a seat beside you and leans over to whisper in your ear. The strong smell of exotic perfumes overwhelm your senses as the very beautiful woman leans in toward you.

"Dear, 'a abaht ya start by gettin' the lydy a Tiddley Win'." she whispers as she waves over Farhaan.

"I personally take a likin' ter elven Fine and Dandy myself. 'a abaht ya?" she continues to whisper as she places a hand on your knee.