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Talison winks to Pai, "oh, just some rum to help them pass the time. I would like our prey to find a boat of drunken sailors when he is ready to set sail." "Oh look, here's Drenick and Kassara.....the small boat over there is not much to look at, but it has been hired to wait here for Mr. Jagsin and his friend. ..I supplied them with some rum to pass the time. What have you found?"
Talison will leave his cargo gladly, tip his hat and head off. As he passes Pai he tips his hat and greets her, "Hello there Lass." As he makes a show of looking at the work she is doing, more quietly he says, "I will await the others at the Lion. I will send you a messenger to help keep watch and you can send 'im back if you need us. I need to lie low from these blokes." Back at the Lion, Talison will see if he can wrangle one of Florence's kids (if she has little helpers about), that if they take some food and drink down to Pai at the dock and keep her company, she will send them back with a message and these silver coins can be theirs.
"Hiya Pai. Yeah that might be our quarry's refuge. Tell you what, keep an eye on them for the moment. I am going to go get a fly to put in Jagsin's ointment." Knowing the Lion is open at this hour, Talison returns and purchases two large jugs of rum. He will also see if Florence can provide him a small seal-able box. He will update Vorian if he sees them, then return to the dock. He approaches the small boat carrying a small box under his arm and two jugs of rum. "Gentlemen! Any sign of our Mr. Jagsin this morning. He asked me to meet him here..said he would be waiting." "Well in any event, I got what he wanted." Talsion wiggles the box under his arm. "And I got something to make the trip go easier..and well to thank you gentlemen for waiting." And he gives the jugs a shake. "Tell you what, get this box aboard and we can drink to a successful venture here in town for us, and a successful venture for you and your ship."
Talison will be asking captains or crew "Are you taking on passengers? When and where do you sail and how much for passage?" Basically compiling a list of likely boats our quarry might make a break for. If a ship seems promising, "Would I be the only passenger? Time would pass faster if I had someone to card with, share a drink, or even some company, if she's willing." This question to possibly see if arrangements had been already made. Talson will thank them for the information and get back to them once he settles his affairs in town.
"I can explore the dock. Find what ships are taking passengers, which are likely to sail. A shared bottle of rum will make it possible to linger down there and keep an initial watch." In a lower voice. "Vorian, you think you could get a key to this bloke's room upstairs. Might be worth taking a peak."
"This hour of night, seems everyone we could ask is here. Tomorrow should do, when people are about more..and we should break this little party up before this association becomes the topic of conversation. Perhaps meet at the Lion in the morning."
"If we find this bloke and the journal, how do we find you again? I take it you are putting to sea again, or there will be little chance of Gnoxhelm coming ashore here."
"I see no problem in such an investigation herebouts...but...this is a bit one-sided. This Gnoxhelm has been labeled a thief. If we find that to be the case, I say this story will end nicely. I am though a bit wary of being hired to do another's dark deeds...." Talison reaches over and refills the Captain's glass with rum. "...Meaning no offense."
"Talison sirs, at your service." He rounds the bar and pulls a ceramic jug from his satchel. He sets the pineapple rum and a set of short glasses on the table. Rasing a filled glass. "This has traveled farther than we have... may all future journeys be equally as sweet." While tossing back the rum, his foot finds an empty chair and pulls it underneath himself as he begins to sit.
Talison stands up at the neighboring table as he finishes his story, "...And that is how the medusa's pig saved the party with his corkscrew tail." Amidst the laughter he hears the possibilities of several more rounds. "Duty calls my friends." As he passes the newcomers' table, "Gentleman, I believe I still have some Sargavan Pineapple Rum, can I interest you? Complements of Cayden Cailean."
The drink orders caught up, Talison works his way back into the crowd. As a quiet aside to Vorian, "If only he would use rainwater in his brews..instead of...well, never mind." Talison holds his worried look long enough to see Vorian's shocked expression as he pondered what he might have just drank. Until Talison cracks a smile and roars into laughter, clapping Vorian on the shoulder. "Drink up! Nothing in there is going to kill you...but then I have developed certain tolerances...." Talison leaves him with a wink and wades back into the crowd. He settles at a table near the new comers, and shares a quick joke about a bard who was afraid to drink. He calls over to Kassara, "Let me know if they need anything special."
Talison laughs at the sight of the bard. "I got something special for you today." He mixes a stout with some honey and lemon. "Here Kassara, see that Vorian gets this. It should be good for his throat.."
"..and that is how the dog officially became my Uncle, Lord Scamps." The table erupts in laughter. The listeners drain their mugs and signal Kassara for refills. They beg for another tale, but Talison can see that Kassara has a full house tonight. He excuses himself and steps toward the bar to help keep the ale flowing. His tall blond head seeing over the crowd. He parts the crowd with a boisterous voice his mug leading the way, his rapier on his hip carefully navigates in his wake. At the bar, Mr. Doldrik is slurring a story at a young woman. Talison tips his wide brimmed hat, gives her a wink, and rolls his eyes toward the drunken dwarf. "Mr. Doldrik, let me top off your mug." Talison mixes some water into the brew with a pinch of ground hops to hide his deed. Cayden Cailean frowns on habitual drunks, so Talison does what he can to soften the dwarf's abuse. Kassara approaches the bar in a swirl of hair, skirts, and smiles. Talison hops up and over the bar in a rush, so as to be ready for her requests. He then turns nonchalantly to her, resting his square jaw in his palms, elbows upon the bar, and flashes her his best smile, "Doldrik can not be paying you enough. How can someone so pretty be so busy." He then taps the new keg Drendek dropped off and sets to refilling the empty mugs she brought up with her, making sure his gets filled along with the others.
I have profession: Barkeep at first level, but it might be something I pick up at level two.
Profile is up to date. I love that Kassara is a charming log roller. That is just the funnest sounding pair of traits.
Well, Talison will definitely be taking early meals at the Hungry Lion (a noble's son, he likes his luxuries), but spending the evenings at the Kegs'n'Bottles in the service of his God. He will see if he can come on staff to do something about that bad service and perhaps create a mixed libation that will enhance Glunmar's poor brews.
Glad to be aboard! The profile is mostly complete. I may make a few last minute changes now that I see the make up of the group. He will still be as personable, even with a bard, but I will make him a little better with the rapier. Talison would not be native to this town, and would likely only have been here a short while. He has likely already met Vorian as taverns are likely their homes. If Drendek, works in the tavern, he will also have encountered Talison. If this village is so small that it only has 1 Tavern, Talison would not set out to poach customers, and instead would approach the tavern owner for a share of the increased profits that his talents as story teller and barkeep might bring in. If rebufed, he knows how to create a good time of his own.
This is Meowzebub's Cayden Cailean Cleric. His stats are found on the profile. Here is the background. He is very social but carries a rapier when he gets himself into trouble that he cant talk his way out of. background: Life had always been easy for Talison, his smile and charms got him through most of his troubles. The fifth son of a noble, he drifted through life, failing to find a place in the military, clergy, of academy. After years of drifting under his father's permissive eye, he found himself cut off by his oldest brother after his father passed away unexpectedly.
Talison despaired having to develop an actual profession. He tried going back to school, but was expelled for excessive partying and actually blinding an alchemist professor with a non-magical Sargavan pineaple rum he distilled himself as an assignment for a blinding potion. Facing the last of his stipend, he decided to go out with a party. He last remembers spending his last coin on a round of drinks for a new friend he met in a tavern in Oppara in Taldor. He had vague memories of smoking in a dark, spiced filled den, drinking wine from wide cups in a temple on a hill, raising a stein of mead in a Dwarven brewery, downing a glass of clear, fiery fluid in an Ulfen hall, and watching silk clad dancers sway to exotic music. His next memory was waking in a posh tavern in Absalom, with some coin in his pocket, a wooden mug, a few new stories to tell, and a note to call on his new friend whenever he was in trouble or planing a new party. Talison now travels the Inner Sea, when in a port, he finds abandoned warehouses and homes to set up impromptu taverns. Out front he hangs a placard for the 'Talespin', which shows a man with a mug raised high and placing three large feathers in his hat, riding a roc that seems to be plummeting due to missing tail feathers. His temporary taverns always prove popular for the stories, drinks, and company. But the establishment, be it government or other tavern owners always gathers to see that he moves along. Of late, he has found Andoran to be a little more lenient, the clientele eager for his stories, and throats thirsty for his drinks and freedom. The town of Jelkala, is the latest to port for Talison to visit. He makes friends in everytown he visits, and is currently wondering who he might meet in this town. |