"That murder gives me the creeps. Sure, Harken was a rotten old bastard - I wont sugarcoat that - but skewered like.. like.. Oh you get the idea."
'Rythari swiftly cleans your table as you finish eating the food she had prepared for you this morning. She serves coffee and other morning treats for those so inclined - then is reminded by something in her memory.'
"Oh that's right! Jack told me to tell you.. let me think - oh yeah; 'you should be able to pass through to the east - a friend of a friend should accommodate you at the gate'. Whatever that means. Anyway, you're welcome at the Hanged Man for as long as you wish. Let me know if you need anything else!
'She trails off to serve some of the older townsfolk that have come to drink their morning coffee.'
Rythari smirks as Ladder finishes his sentence, clearly impressed by the Dwarf's keen eye and aptitude - she leans over the bar once more and whispers.
"Of course he's cheating, I'm well aware of that - seeing as how he's already told me. You see, I know Andren quite well - and even though he's a reckless and somewhat careless bastard at times, he's not half as bad as most of my clientele. And seeing how much coin he spends at the Hanged Man, I can't afford to lose him as a customer, now can I? As to your question, no - I don't think anyone else knows that he is."
She pauses for a moment, looks up to see if anyone is listening in on their conversation, then continues.
"Now, as to how powerful Andren is, well.. I don't know how well you know Prism or the noble houses native to this plane - but there's three families you really don't want to mess around with; House Gral, House Mier and House Bralesh. Andren, over yonder - he's one of the Aasimars from House Mier - the most prominent family in Prism; those ruling the City of Fleeting Dreams to the south of Door - you know, the Lady's family? Surely you've heard about the Lady Dreamer? Anyway, him being both a Triumvirate Captain and a member of House Mier and all, allows him to do pretty much as he pleases - at least here in Door."
@Ladder, I think you're good - you haven't overstepped anything as far as I can see.
Rythari leans backwards for a moment, one arm around her waist with the other resting upon it while her hand gently pets her chin. She looks up and ponders for a second."Let's see, there's that mug of ale he bought the other day, 5 days lodging - a few glasses of wine.. about 10 gp if I'm not mistaken. Now don't get me wrong, I'm doing quite well for myself - so it's not about the money. It's the principle of the thing, I'm sure you understand."She smiles kindly at Tarial, and her mood seems to be improving with the talk of coin.
"Tell you what, I'll let you in on a little secret; that puzzlebox he's trying to solve - now, bear in mind that he's been sitting in the same chair ever since he rented a room here five days ago - trying to unlock that thing. Well, rumor has it that the puzzlebox is cursed, Harken gloated about selling 'the notorious' Red-Jack a cursed item last time I was at the market. I'm not sure, but I think he's being forced to solve that thing against his will. Now, you didn't hear that from me."Rythari smiles and winks towards Tarial, before she moves on to deal with another patron at the bar.
The second floor is carpeted, well kept and of good quality, giving you the feeling that business is well in Prism, at least for this tavern's proprietor. The ceiling stretches at least 15 feet higher, and you can see most of the common quarter from the large windows along the walls. Your room holds a large bed, easily rooming two adult humans, a lockbox at the end of your bed that opens with the same key you used to open you room. A dresser, cabinet and bed table add to the storage capacity provided, while a large mirror hangs next to the cabinet. Between the cabinet and the dresser stands a door leading into the bathroom, where one can soak away ones thoughts in the bath if needed. Before long, one of the serving wenches knocks on your door and serves you your tea.
Taurven:
You notice everything listed in the second post, and the ragged woman in the first of the two.
"A light meal it is, lass." The large woman leans backward and firmly state Tarial's order towards the kitchen. "Will only be a minute or so."
With Tarial's mention of both friend and Red-Jack, Rythari leans closer - changing her tone to a whisper.
"Oh, so you're a friend of a friend of Red-Jack, are you? Well, perhaps you could get him to pay his bloody tab!"Rythari gazes across the bar towards the red-skinned man, and smirks for a second - before she leaves to collect Tarial's food from the kitchen and serves it to her. It is a simple dish; fish cut in small dices on a bed of salad, topped with raisins and a thick, green dressing. A flagon of pear cider is served alongside the dish.
"To be honest with you lass, I don't rightfully know Red-Jack too well. He's been here for a while, trying to solve that puzzlebox of his. I know that tiefling bastard is good for a lot of coin, seeing as how he's been an adventurer most of his life. Andren told me he's been to the Shadow Plane and even briefly the Abyss, but who knows what to believe anymore. I don't know how well you know him, but if you could convince him to pay the coin he owes me, I'll let you stay the night free of charge."
Sense Motive DC 20:
You get the feeling that Rythari knows more about Red-Jack than she has told you.
