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Jambreth sits on the edge of a stool, cloak tossed back behind him and hood down. "Seems like you lot came across some hard luck. Mind sharing some intel, call it an exchange if needed. Seeing as how giving freely seems to be frowned upon around here." His tone is light and cordial, while he keeps its eyes scanning the others' hands and belts. "I'm Jambreth, by the way."
"Uh, yeah, I can probably make that drop. Try this!" [ooc=Elven]"I'm very sorry, I mean you no harm."[/ooc] He calls down to the dwarf, trying to enunciate the elven and possibly be heard by the offended party. "Please don't start any fights if you don't have to. We just made contact with someone who could help us out." He waves towards Vondal with a slight "come on out" gesture but remains where he is.
"Wait, wait, there's something strange going on here. Vondal landed...on top of someone?something? I can't tell from here." Approaching the side of the drop, Jambreth slides his primary blade, keeping it tucked along his forearm for the time being. "Hey there, Vondal! What's going on down there?" to spot what's happening.
Jambreth peers down to check on Vondal. Seeing him apparently just fine, he turns and follows the man. He does keep his hands free and cloak tossed back in case a Quickdraw is needed.
Jambreth slides through the crowd to stand near Kolaiah, hands still empty and slightly raised, palms out. "Maybe we misunderstood a few customs, but perhaps we can off these Nymphs some coin in exchange for maps or intelligence they've garnered? Then it's not charity, but just another business transaction between two adventuring parties. Surely that's not against the rules here, right?"
Oh yes, just waiting on our gmto finish his IRL encounter first.
"You make the place sound like a creature. Something more than just a big old place full of traps and monsters and such. I guess every place has their weird customs and beliefs and such." Slipping his blade back in its sheath, he whistles very loudly. "Hey! Balanced Coin! These folks are a bit...sensitive...about the ups and downs and such. Let's just let these poor unfortunate folks up and we'll take our turn going down. I certainly don't want to get into a big brawl, BEFORE we meet the monsters." He makes an exaggerated gesture with his hands held out wide and hopes his teammates aren't out for blood.
"Really? A big old glob of congealed fat? That's the kind of establishment here? Okay, I guess its a bit rougher than I'd guessed." Jambreth moves away from the wall area, keeping his knife in hand but tucked up behind his sleeve and concealed for the time being. "So we pay a bit of charity and garner some ill will, why do you lot hate people surviving that much?" The elf moves towards the bushy haired man as surreptitiously as possible, keeping a friendly smile on his face.
"Well, that certainly answers some questions, and raises a few more. Definitely good to know, keep a Crown per head stashed on the way back out. I was tempted to offer their passage as well, but I was thinking the same as Kolaiah; might be a bad idea to show off as new marks in such a place." Jambreth peers down and lightly touches the pommel of his knife, grinning fiercely. "So they come up, we go down, and get to delving, eh?"
Jambreth grins as the little man scores his free coin. "Should've guessed that'd go sideways. Oh well, a handful of coins to gauge his mettle was a cheap enough price. So...over that wall is in?" Jambreth wanders over to get a better look down, and at the edges of the opening.
Jambreth sidles over to the newcomers side, placing 5 cold coins in a stack under his palm while drawing his knife under the table. "As you can tell, we're new to this spot, and information would be most appreciated. "
"We could ask around in here. I'm sure someone knows an entrance to this dungeon around here. Course, they might wait til we get back and rob us on the return."
"Underground? Out of this wind and snow and blasted...weather? Jambreth sits as far away as possible from the window, hood pulled up and cloak drawn forward over his shoulders. "Undermountain? Deadly dungeon full of the loot of earlier hapless individuals, plus whatever is buried there before? Count me in. Or, if there's a Winter Witch or cursed Baron or something we can take care of to nix this cold front, I'm in for that." Wrapping his long fingers around the mug of warmed hard cider in front of him, he grins down the table. "Always up for a little 'delving."
Jambreth is a typical elf in body size and shape, tall, slim, with pointed ears and large almost alien eyes. He enjoys wearing fine clothes and fancy duds when not on adventure, but rocks a mithral chain shirt over dark gray clothes while adventuring. He typically wears a dark green woolen cloak with hood attached, and comfortable leather boots. He cuts his hair fairly short, if a bit raggedy, and unless dyed or otherwise altered its a dark oak brown. He does not wear ostentatious jewelry or obvious weaponry, save for a knife/dagger, but he carries several tucked around his peraon in hidden spots, as well as a compact pistol crossbow.
On the road out, after recruiting Vondal to the Balanced Coin. "Hey, everyone, did I ever tell you about the time I broke into jail and had to bribe my way back out?" Jambreth strides alongside the rest of the group, idly playing with a copper coin, flipping it between his fingers, tossing it up and snatching it out of the air quickly. "This was some time ago, so I bet the constabulary is long since over it, but there I was flush out-of coin and holding a rather large IOU for a card game. Not to mention the bill for dinner and drinks and such. My companions at the time were not really the sort to loan out coin or lend aid, either tight fisted or broke. Or, like my Towers partner Bell, just as unlucky as me." He grins and tosses his hood back, chuckling a bit. "But just then I heard snatches of a conversation between two town guardsmen, something about a local noble who'd gotten tossed into the drunk tank. Thinking fast, I nicked the keys off one of those pair, then snuck on over to the holding cells. Fairly simple, this wasn't any big metropolis or anything, but it turns out even nobles don't get locked up with their pouches and such intact." "Long story short, I had to break little mister fancy pants out, to get his signet back out of evidence (where I may have procured enough gold to cover our debts), and greased the palms of the jailer with everything left. Needless to say, I put that town to my back and haven't looked back since."
Howdy do! Looking forward to getting some dungeon delving going! |
