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Apologies for not being very active recently. I will try to pick up my pace :)
Brinn gives a low whistle, testing the acoustics of the room...a little echo-ey.... He pulls out his Mer-flute, and makes a small adjustment before sitting on the floor and leaning against the wall. After moment he takes a breath and begins to play softly...
The only other things I can think of right now are what usually get forgotten in my PnP game, other than NPC names, are key info and clues the NPCs might have provided, and place names, but I have no problem keeping notes myself as well.
Brinn is more than a little unnerved by this grim, humorless, undine. He takes his cue from Inam, and anxiously offers the requested information, the words spilling out in a fast torrent, "My Lord Sir High Inquisitor Sir I was given the name Ba Ran Ánh Sáng Ca Các Ngôi Sao Trên Sông by my mother but that is quite the mouthful for most folks so my grandfather called me Brinn for short when I was very young and I have answered to that name ever since and because I am not much for digging around in the mud for pearls and stones I travel to Hearth so to seek gainful employment in the hospitality craft or possibly the musical arts and be a productive and law-abiding citizen of the ever so great and wonderful City of Hearth!" Brinn then takes a breath, as he realizes he had not done so since he started talking. Undine: Brinn's full name loosely translated: Many Stars Shining on the River
Mentally wincing at what he hopes is Inam's sense of humor, Brinn tries to enforce that idea. "Ha ha! That is quite funny Inam, the idea of cutting off an entire limb over a silly little cut! You are quite the jokester!" He then nods toward the couple with a look of concern. "Although she is correct good folks. You have been through a traumatic experience. Would you let us have a look at your arm? I promise no cutting off of things!" ...I hope...
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