I must admit to having similar thoughts. This really hasn't been getting anywhere.
I'll stick around for the time being, but if things don't pick up, I'm probably going to go out in search of greener pastures myself.
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Happy American Turkey Day, everyone. (My own Turkey Day was all the way back in October)
"Few people are willing to trust a repentant criminal; I appreciate your mercy. And find the answer we will; to steal is one crime, but to kill is a far worse one."
Godfrey takes a deep breath, bracing himself for making the big confession once more, praying to Iomedae that Veridian would not be of those who do not believe in redemption.` It would have been easy to lie, to hide the truth, and, everything considered, it would have been of little consequences, but he couldn't chance it. One lie could too easily lead to another, and another, and then that lie could lead to far worst things. He had sworn himself to honesty, and he would keep to it. "I travel, here and there. I have a lot to atone for, I'm afraid, and many dues to be paid. I can't remember if I've been here in Kor before, but if I have... Stopping this murderer would be my way to apologize for past misdeeds."
"I'll go take a look at the crimescene. Maybe I can find something. Veridian, was it? I'd appreciate your help with it."
"Oh? Another wild goose to chase, then? We'd best not wait any time."
"Did you lot get anything out of him?" Godfrey asks Villyn nonchalantly as the bard exits the blacksmith's home.
When the dwarf explains that he knows nothing, Godfrey's trait contort into an unamused frown, and he walks out, waiting by the door outside for his fellow investigators and watching passersby as they come and go. As useless as his wares, that one.
Godfrey walks up to the front door and knocks. Though he doesn't appear to be putting much effort into the gesture, far from pounding with much strength, the back of his knuckles hitting the door produces a loud, sharp knock, thundering through the silence of the hamlet's morning. *TOCK TOCK TOCK*
A keen observer would notice that Godfrey eats rather lightly, preferring to keep some food for later, a clear sign of a man who feels being weighed down by a copious meal would be a problem... or one whose next meal remains an uncertainty. "No sense dawdling any longer. If this Dorrin might know something, then we'd better get going and ask him, by Iomedae."
I'm going to wait and see if something happens during Veridian or Duglin's watches before I post.
"I'll take over on the second half of night, if you good men are willing to lend me a room for my work so I can get some rest until then." Godfrey adds. "It wouldn't do for just one person to be stuck doing a whole night's guard."
Godfrey nods. "I'll go pay that Dorrin a visit in the morning. What brings his name up?"
Still trying to figure out how to track down the perpetrator, Godfrey asks his fellow bartender. "Say, does Kor have any well-known troublemakers? Anyone with a penchant for chaos and misdeeds?"
Might be a good moment to proverbially kick in the door. I don't think the party's got any more ideas for now.
Yeah, worried as well...
"Godfrey Swandown," Godfrey replies shortly, easily betraying inner turmoil. "You help will certainly not be refused." "I can't believe something like this would happen in such a peaceful little hamlet."
Working throughout the rest of the evening, Godfrey is eerily silent and almost excessively focused on his work, as though he were using it to block out something else from his mind. Finally, after a long period of silence, he declares out loud, to no one in particular. "I'll catch them. Whoever did this, I'll catch them and make sure they face justice."
A yawn escapes Godfrey and he stretches his arms above his head, flicking his head one way then the other with a resounding crack as he finishes the gesture. "If you'll excuse me, I've got work to do," Godfrey declares, before heading back to the tavern. "That room won't pay for itself."
Godfrey keeps a close eye on Villyn and Veridian, as well as the process of taking out the deceased items. He makes sure that the bard notices his glare. I know what you're up to, Blondie. Godfrey thinks to himself. That's a dangerous first step to take and you don't want to see where it leads.
Godfrey appears intrigued by the new lead, but chooses to remain silent and see where things are headed.
"Then we'd better start following them while they're still around if we want to catch the culprit. I have no intention of letting a man get away with this kind of crime."
Godfrey looks down at the offered weapon and chuckles. "Thanks, but no thanks. That would just get in the way."
"I'll follow you," Godfrey declares, stepping forth. "I've got good eyes and even better fists." Then, rummaging through the backpack he'd shrugged off near the door, Godfrey pours some oil into his bullseye lantern and lights it to one of the tavern's own. "Anyone else with us?"
Godfrey suddenly stands straight, fists clenched. He approaches the door and the newcomer, waiting for the man to answer Villyn.
"Heh." Godfrey chuckles at L's comment. "That's a nice sentiment and all, Scarfie, but compliments don't put bread on a plate or a roof over a head" Then, still leaning against the counter, he nods to the bard. "Sorry, Blondie. My wallet's got more dust than gold, but I share your pain."
"That sounds like a fair deal. Thank you for your generosity. Might there be somewhere I can wash up first? I'd hate to serve up drinks with hands stained by the dust of the road."
A tall, lean man, clad in a somewhat worn but still rather dapper suit enters the inn. Though it's obvious that he's been on the road for quite a while, it's clear that he's made an effort to make himself presentable. His shave is clean and his hair is well-combed. Someone well-versed in the region's recent history might recognize Godfrey as a member of a roaming band of bandits. Someone who knows it even better would know the band has been captured, and that Godfrey is a repentant man. Paying little attention yet to the people around the inn, he walks over to the bar with confidence and leans against the counter to speak to them. "Good evening, gentlemen." He declares with an honest smile. "Any chance this traveler might be able to barter you a room, stabling for my horse, and a hot meal in exchange for an odd job or three? I'm afraid I'm pretty low on funds, but I'm not afraid of working for my keep." While speaking, Godfrey keeps an eye on the room for anything suspicious.
Let's see. One bard, one rogue, one monk and two rangers. Interesting party composition. We're certainly not going to have a problem in the skills department.
I've got my equipment and background up, will add in some appearance later on.
Two elves? So far as I've been told, I am most definitely human.
Discussion is out of character, either way. (Well, or non-canon in character, but you get the idea.) In the meantime, I'll start drawing up an equipment list and pondering the fact that my avatar kind of resembles Jim Carrey.
Will do. (I wait before I'm accepted before using the alt so I don't pollute my aliases page.) Aliases
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