Nigel frowns and shrugs his shoulders. "Very well," and shakes Jayne's hand firmly, "I hope your accommodations are found quickly. I'm sure at least one of you must be skilled enough in magic to whip something up if nothing else. Still, I think it is bad habit to mistrust others so much that you'll not even go drinking with them. Well, I suppose I have things to do, but in the evening I intend to visit every tavern possible before returning back and sharing some of the dwarf's brew. They make a wine up there, a very sweet white that hits the tongue and nose so perfectly." Nigel starts walking off, then turns back, glancing up slightly.
"Though it occurs to me, surely it doesn't take all of you to hunt down a place to stay? Perhaps you would care to join me friend Chukie? I've need to stop in one or two more places before I head back and practice for a bit, but you're more than welcome to join still." Nigel gives one last glance, raising one eyebrow up over the other and grinning with that same Cheshire grin that seems to be glued to his face.
"Gods be good that felt like a week," Nigel says as he walks back. "I see you've gathered everyone up! Most excellent. I figure I can talk with the manager of Grimwol's Inn. He owes me a small favor, and finding room for ya'll should be pretty simple." Nigel's grin somehow finds a way to grow, and his smile beams out.
"As for drinks," he begins to motion that you follow, "If you're the sort for wine I have some Lenoran wines at my camp, and if you're the sort for a more stout beverage then I'm sure the dwarf has some fine ale."
He looks back to notice you aren't following "Quit dilly dallying boys! There's fun to be had."
"I'm not the kind of man who would have his drinking cancelled for something as small as a lack of accommodations. Come with me, I'll see about getting you a place to stay for the week. Town should clear out after the first round anyways," Nigel says after a moment of deliberation. "I can't promise your lodgings will be of the highest quality, but certainly I can find a place with decent wine to make up for it."
"I just need to go up and register quickly, ya'll just gimme a second and I'll be right back." With that he proceeds to turn up toward the steps and move through the crowd, having no trouble getting through by moving with a fluid grace.
"I hope you'll get to see my gifts in the tournament. Though I've heard through the grapevine that the first couple of rounds will involve trial against static challenges as opposed to each other. So who knows." Nigel says while shaking Remy's hand.
"Tell me new found friends, what do you have planned for the evening? I'd love to extend an offer for you to drink with my group, I'm sure the Holyfields wouldn't mind, and the dwarf is under the impression that drinking is a sport. What do you say?"
"Delightful," Nigel says in his slow drawl, "I am Nigel, son of Nethys, pleased to be introduced. And who are these other gentlemen here? Three hiding their faces from the sun. Two sons of men and an elf. And then another man. Well, either that or someone with the blood of a straw elemental in his veins." Nigel chuckles to himself.
Nigel looks back once more, "Oh I would love to stay Chukie son of none, but I do declare that my patrons are testy people. This little diversion," he nods to the now unconscious man on the ground, "took far too much time out of my schedule. I must be headed out." With a final nod Mr. Mare disappears into the crowd, floating brute in tow.
One of the two men looks at the tiger-man who is floating above the ground. He wears a simple suit of chain, and wields a longsword that looks rather plain. A smile is stuck to his face, and even as he speaks the grin stays drawn upon it.
"We won't be long, I was just giving some lessons to this man here," his voice is light and airy, dancing like a whisper on the wind and yet there is a force behind it that makes him sound like he is no more than a foot away. He speaks at a measured pace, with a slight bit of a drawl, "It'll be just a minute more," he looks back at his 'friend'; a man twice his size, red faced, in ornate platemail.
"SHUT THE HELL UP! I'M NO FRIEND OF YOURS YOU PIG F#~~ING PIECE OF S!@$!" screams the larger man, slicing the air with his greatsword. As he lands the smaller fighter who had just spoken with you simply turns slightly to avoid the blow, brings up his sword tracing a path along the brutes arm and, with a few well placed blows, knocks the greatsword from his hand, undoes the leather straps of the armor on his arm, and smashes his elbow joint so hard that you'd swear thunder had just cracked. The large man falls down screaming.
"Testy testy, that'll never do if you're to advance on," the smaller man says in the same emotionless expression, through the same plastered on smile. "Lemme help get you to a nurse, I simply could not stand if my rabble rousing ruined your chances at advancing past the first round."
PERCEPTION CHECKS
As the smaller man begins to walk away he calls back "the field is all yours," then suddenly turns back around, "OH! And before I forget and do something rude. I am Nigel T. Mare, and I am pleased as punch to make your acquaintance." He bows deeply, then turns back around and heads off.
Watching as things quickly turn from mealtime to business Nigel nods approvingly.
"I suppose mealtime can't last forever! Pardon me, I simply find it terribly dull to talk business on an empty stomach. Something about doing so seems... wrong," Nigel looks at Shaan and smiles deeply "Let's go ahead and hear what they have to say eh?"
Nigel listens, jotting down some notes on pieces of paper which he pulls from a bag at his side. He notes the names of importance, and keeps track of things until...
Déjà vu. He looks about at the guards, analyzing the situation. "WOOAAAH then. Seems like things aren't going to be as calm as I'd like," he looks over at Shaan, his smile never fading from his face. He speaks calmly still, with his warm voice still carefully considering each word. "It would appear, if my hunches are correct, that we are under the effects of some kind of time stop so I want you to..."
As Rolukk appears Nigel moves towards a shelf and grabs a glowing blade. "Remind me to fire EVERY diviner we have on staff," he calls, audibly perturbed for this first time. He looks over Rolukk as he explains the situation. "Very well. I have no reason to trust or distrust you, but since you're not swinging I suppose you're better than whatever is making the terrace explode," Nigels eyes light up, "They're going to ruin the shrubs! I just had those imported from Sorcuth! Oh they are going to be in so much trouble!"
He tosses a dagger over to Shaan, "If you get in trouble poke yourself with that. It'll heal you up quickly. Try to stick to the shadows, figure out who the biggest threat is. Make sure our guests stay safe, I wouldn't want anything happening to them. It would bother me to heck if we had blood on our hands when we were the hosts of this entire hoot nanny. I'm going to make sure Ms. Sheriah gets to safety. And Shaan..."
Nigel reads off a scroll quickly.
Shaan, you feel a knocking at the door of your mind. You may willingly fail the save. Nigel looks at you as he casts the scroll. The dagger is spellstoring with heal cast into it. You may swift action prick yourself with it to gain the benefits of a Heal spell cast by a 15'th level caster.
Nigel begins moving over to Sheriah, still smiling the entire time.
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