Talulah Sweetwater-NPC's page

Sariel nods his head, "Yes, speaking to the herbalist seems like a good place to start." Sariel draws out a silver piece and lays it on the bar, speaking to the barmaid. "We shall be back to spend a little more later. We will need food and lodging for the evening." He taps the coin with his finger. "Thank you for your assistance." Turning he speaks to the sheriff "A pleasure to meet you Sheriff, could you tell us where the herbalist lives?"

Once the sheriff gives him directions, Sariel lead the team that direction.

Roll a diplomacy. You will be in and out of town, so making a good impression is important.

The female barkeep picks up the silvers from Arun and Sariel. She places them in her apron. "With the plague, there are plenty of rooms available. Laurel's shop is called Roots and Remedies. It is just right up the street. It will be easy to spot. She is very busy right now as you can imagine."

MAP You are in building nine. She is in building fourteen.

The half-elf sheriff, Deldrin, speaks up. He slurs a bit as he speaks. "You find a cure to this cursed plague and I will make sure you are comfortable during your stay in the Hollow. My nephew was one of the first infected. Laurel says he only has a couple of days left if something doesn't happen." He chugs his mug of ale and slams it on the counter. He tosses the Barkeep a silver and stumbles out the door, nodding to you all on the way out.

The barkeep frowns as the sheriff leaves. "It has been rough on our tiny village. I am Talulah Sweetwater, but my friends call me Sweet. You may stay here for free as long as you are helping the people of Falcon's Hollow."

The Halfling, Talulah, responds to Tierney. "I will have a hot bath poured for you. You all are welcome to stay for free while in Sharn. Something tells me you will hear from Lady Elaydren sooner rather than later."

Hey Uriah...You handsome hunk of man! <wink, wink>

Uriah is so stunned by the idea of a halfling in his bed, for the first time in a long time he is speechless....

Ahh gods, I need a drink. he hears Adir call out but ignores the man.

Sweet smiles. "I'll take that as a yes. She you later tonight stud."

Sweet accompanies Uriah back to the guest suite (see on the BROKEN ANVIL MAP).

She leads you to the door of your room and unlocks it. She gives you the key and a full bottle of whiskey. "You are cute when you are angry. Care for a visitor later? I'm right next door and I can take all that anger away." She winks and awaits your response.

SWEET is approximately 3'2" tall and weighs a whopping 27 pounds.

The halfling comes out from behind the bar. She has a different demeanor than she did earlier. "Well...It looks like you gentlemen now have a pocket full of gold and have arrived in the big city. Plenty of ways to spend it, but unfortunately not here. As I mentioned before, this is a safe house for House Cannith's friends. I'm going to have to ask you to leave. Don't spend all that gold in one place." She takes your bowls and cups back to the kitchen. "The red light district is just two levels down. I'm sure gentlemen such as yourselves could have a great time in a place like that." She disappears into the back.

Sweet walks out from the back kitchen and heads to the door. "I will lock up my lady. I had an agent of Medani check the place at your request. The anvil should be secure." She walks up to the front door and bolts it locked.

As she heads back to the kitchen, she points at Elaydren's bodyguard. In a somewhat teasing tone, "How are you Bulwark? Can I get you anything sweety?"

The large warforged bodyguard doesn't even acknowledge the halfling. Instead, he stands stoically and stares at Servitor.

Jarot picks at the "Talenta stew" without enthusiasm.

Of course our contact would be a Halfling. Truly there can be no other people so useless. The faster we can be done with this one the better.

Yes, thank you so much for your hospitality, but we are on an important mission, you see. If you will provide the fellow the Lady's address we will be on our way.

"And where will you stay tonight? This is where all of House Cannith's guests stay. Are you not here on House business?"

During the walk to the tavern, Tierney raises his collar against the rain. If anyone is paying close attention, though, he would notice that Tierney seems to take no notice of the chill in the air. At no point does he shiver or react to the cold of the wind, except to squint in the face of gusts.

When the arrive his eyes dart around the common room and his gaze lingers a bit behind Miss Sweetwater. Habitually, he looks at the space she vacated in order to spot any possible threats that she might want to distract them from. He relaxes his guard after a few moments. Only a very observant person would perceive his actions. A trusty guardsman learns to be subtle in his work and Tierney still practices his vigilance this way.

"Stew sounds good" he says after an awkwardly-long interval. His smile seems somewhat odd as well, as if he were unused to eating in taverns at all.

"Would you like some wine or ale as well?"

Servitor wastes no time on food or drink, why would he after all? After his companions are taken care of, Servitor addresses Sweetwater simply. "I am looking for Lady Elaydren d'Cannith on behalf of Provost Bonal. Where is she?"

If I know Lady Elaydren, she is probably on her way now.

Adir takes a moment to observe his surroundings. Is the inn clean, dirty, seemingly prosperous, rundown, etc? Perception, take 10=18

"Thank you for your kindness, friend Sweetwater. A warm fire and a hot meal sound wonderful. While the stew smells delightful, would you have anything a bit... meatier to supplement it for my lady friend and I?

Clean, but well lived in. Almost like a cozy home.

Sweet looks at the shifter queerly. Where are you from? Talenta Stew is full of meat. See? She hands you a bowl of the stew. It is brimming with chunks of meat.

Chapter One: The Hidden Foundry

It is nightfall before the group finally arrives at Mason's Tower. Thunder booms and lightning cracks as you get your first glimpse of the Broken Anvil Tavern and Inn. An old wooden sign hanging over the door swings violently side to side as the wind and rain beat at your cloaks. What started as a light afternoon shower had turned into a rather violent thunder storm.

The group opens the door and finds a small, quaint tavern. An attractive halfling female stands behind the counter. The tavern is empty, probably due to the storm you think. "Come in...Come in!" The high pitched voice welcomes you all. "Warm yourselves by my fire. I have Talenta stew simmering in the back." The wonderful aroma of the traditional Halfling stew causes your stomachs to growl. She comes out from behind the bar and arranges five chairs around the fire. Next she brings a large pillow and lays it right infront of the fire. "For you four legged friend." Her kind smile is one of the first you have seen since arriving in Sharn. "I am Talulah Sweetwater. My Friends call me Sweet. Make yourself at home." She heads off to get four bowls of stew.

The fire does a fine job of taking the chill out of you, but even with the prosect of homemade food in your belly, the events of the last few days are as weighty as ever. You sit around, staring at the fire.

Maybe when he figures out he isn't human. Or after a few more augmentations. Having a warforged cortex jammed in his brain seems like a good idea right?

For purchases:
MW Thieves tools 100-15 for old tools: 85 gold
Crafting 2 Alchemist Fire 20 gold
Crafting Blue Winnis poision 60 gold

165 gold spent total Leaving me with a whopping 21 gold.

Haha. Now that you say that, my avatar looks almost exactly like your current guy without hair and with creepier skin!

<------I love the RPing today Jarot. This is the avatar I envision for your guy. (Not that you have to use it. I just know you mentioned looking for another at a later date). He looks daelkyrish.

He is under Dhampirs if you are interested.