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Etellio, Grael, Ingowil and Targ listen to Shalelu's insightful discourse on gobbo lore.
Meanwhile, Ameiko starts to sing a song from her homeland.
Spot Check DC 15
Targ closes his eyes and lets the music wash over him, dozing off after the hard labors of the day.
Radavel:
Szaranoth looks a bit proud as Heinrich Libay mentions the heroics of the afternoon.
"Well, we did manage to stem back the tide. We saved many people, but we also lost many to those pesky critters, that attacked our town. But we are doing our best to get behind the source of all this. More I cannot say."
As the bottle arrives, both pause for the waiter to open the bottle and fill their glasses. As he leaves the table, Szaranoth opens the discussion again.
"As for your purse, alas, I regret to inform you, that one member of the gang was able to escape with magical means. He or she cast Spider Climb to scale the wall of the shop from the alley where they had set up their hideout. One member of the Varisians was killed, the others are now in custody. But your purse was already taken to another place by a member of the band, that we were not able to see. Only tracks up the wall gave us an indication of where to look. Sorry about your loss, Mister Libay, but that was all we were able to do."
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For Szaranoth
Radavel:
"Thank you, and to yours." Szaranoth nods to Libay as they toast each other. The wine is indeed excellent. Szaranoth can't help himself to smack his lips upon tasting such a fine beverage. "As to the other question, that came up on the markte, Mister Libay." His voice drops a noticable nodge. "Is it safe here to talk?"
Radavel
"What can you tell me about 'Them'? Who are 'They'? And what are 'They' trying to do?"
Radavel:
"That's some ancient myth, right?"
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Draining his glass, Libay continues, "I'd like to reveal more of what I suspect. But be warned: such knowledge is a burden to bear." For the first time you noticed the circles around the eyes of Libay, suggesting insomnia.
Radavel:
"Go ahead. It needs to step in line with my dreams and nightmares about dragons and falling through the air, drowning in the sea and spitting acid."
Etellio, Grael, Ingowil and Targ listen to Shalelu's insightful discourse on gobbo lore.
Meanwhile, Ameiko starts to sing a song from her homeland.
Spot Check DC 15** spoiler omitted **
Etellio drinks brandy to go with his meal...adding some bread or such as possible. He'll probably have somewhere on the order of 5 or 6 such glasses to keep him warm.
However, perhaps because he's Varisian, he immediately spots the practiced movements of the men observing them. Today's sleight has clearly not been forgotten by the theives' kin yet...
Carefully as possible he utters a prestidigtation spell, and uses it alter the hues of Ameiko's dress to match the moods her song - something he hopes will attract everyone's attention. In his own case, he leans over to Targ (or Ingowil if she's closer), slightly pointing at her - as if amazed by the sight - while whispering:
"Be careful, we are being watched...it looks like today's thieves have friends. There...there...and there..." he utters the last part while trying to nod slightly in the direction of the the scarved observers.
He'll also try to make it a table discussion under the cover of observing the song.
Grael politely accepts a glass of brandy, but doesn't drink it. "I really can't hold my brandy." He explains in a whisper. "What was that, Etellio? They had friends? I'm so glad that you took the time to point them out to the others and ignore me." He sarcastically comments, in a foul mood for some reason.
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Each of you emerge into a clearing from different directions. At the far end of clearing is a cliff and at its edge stands the scythe-wielder.
Sense Motive DC 15
The scythe-wielder notices you and she brandishes her weapon in a warding gesture. "Do not come any closer!" She hisses.
He explains in a whisper. "What was that, Etellio? They had friends? I'm so glad that you took the time to point them out to the others and ignore me." He sarcastically comments, in a foul mood for some reason.
Etellio, trying to again remain inconspicuous to their new observers, goes as if to get Grael another drink. He whispers. "My apologies, Grael...I was trying to make my talk seems natural. I had forgotten how sharp your ears are. In this crowd noise and bustle, they aren't easy to spot, and I merely wanted them to see them in case we are attacked."
"Perhaps your other senses can note something we can't, they are 30 degrees to your right."
Radavel:
"What is this Thassilon about?"
Targ sets down his latest mug with a heavy THUMP.
"All right, I'm sick of this s#!t. We spend all day fighting goblins to save this town, and now these local ruffians want to give us a hard time, because we busted their buddies earlier today? I just want to relax, have a few drinks, and get some sleep. Maybe it's the booze talking, but I'll sleep a lot better knowing I don't have these scalliwags to worry about."
Targ tips back the rest of his drink, picks up his klar, and heads for the nearest person that Etellio pointed out.
He explains in a whisper. "What was that, Etellio? They had friends? I'm so glad that you took the time to point them out to the others and ignore me." He sarcastically comments, in a foul mood for some reason.
Etellio, trying to again remain inconspicuous to their new observers, goes as if to get Grael another drink. He whispers. "My apologies, Grael...I was trying to make my talk seems natural. I had forgotten how sharp your ears are. In this crowd noise and bustle, they aren't easy to spot, and I merely wanted them to see them in case we are attacked."
"Perhaps your other senses can note something we can't, they are 30 degrees to your right."
Grael hisses, "I'm not a divining rod!"
Targ tips back the rest of his drink, picks up his klar, and heads for the nearest person that Etellio pointed out.
Grael hisses, "I'm not a divining rod!"
Seeing as things will be less quiet in their actions than they hoped for this evening, Etellio sighs and stands. He gathers his energy for further spellcasting, and looks around to make sure there are no more "surprises" lurking in the crowd.
"My apologies, Miss Shalelu...but it seems we have a bit more trouble to deal with." Otherwise, he focuses his attention on Targ's conversation with the Varisian man.
Targ approaches a man with a goatee. He flashes a smile at Targ, "Good evening, deputy. A fine night for a drink, isn't it? Might I offer you some?" He lazily swings his scarf in one hand.
"Yeah, it is a fine night for a drink. But I don't need one from the likes of you." Targ punctuates his words with a hard poke at the other man's chest. "How's about you and your friends take it somewhere else tonight? I'm finding the sight of you makes my drink taste funny. So just move along, and we'll call it even, and you won't have to get into any trouble. And believe me, boyo, trouble with me is the last thing you want tonight."
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"Officer, I need your help. Can you refer me to wizard who can cast a spell for me?"
Radavel:
"That sure sounds interesting beyond belief, but I will trust your research. What kind of spell do you want this wizard to cast? I do not know of a wizard here, since I came to this town only yesterday, but I can certainly try to inconspicously ask the sheriff or other locals, and a colleague of myself is a bit versed in the arcane arts."
Shalelu tells Etellio, "Your friend Targ is brave."
Targ heads back to the table, grumbling. "I sent him packing, but it's best to take care tonight. I don't think they're gone for good."
Radavel
Ingowil turns away from the entertaining sight of watching Targ and his conversations, and looks over to the man with a smile, blushing slightly. She turns back to her ale, not wanting to be caught staring at him.
Radavel:
Szaranoth sips his wine waiting for an answer from Heinrich Libay.
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Radavel:
Szaranoth is a tad confused of the behaviour of his host and looks about.
Spot (1d20+1=14)
Then he takes another sip from the wine and drinks a second glass taking in the surroundings (and also watching everyone here in the room).
Radavel:
After finishing the second glass of this excellent vintage, Szaranoth recorks the bottle and says to the waiter: "Mr Libay will finish the bottle next time." The he will leave the establishment and make his way back to the Rusty Dragon.
"So whaddya say, Etellio?" Targ asks. "Seen any more of these buggers, or did I scare 'em all off?"
Targ sits down heavily (and a bit unsteadily), and flashes a smile at Shalelu.
An hour pass, the patrons of the Rusty Dragon make room to allow for dancing. A sweet slow music is played. Pairs take to the floor. A handsome nobleman approaches Ingowil, "Milady, may I have this dance." It is Aldern Foxglove.
Ingowil looks very surprised. "Um, well.....Yes...I suppose..." She says haltingly, all the while blushing bright red. She gets to her feet, and shyly moves off with Aldern.
Szaranoth enters the Rusty Dragon as Ingovil is dancing with Aldern Foxglove. His face clouds over for the smallest of moments, then he rejoins the others. "Targ, Etellio, Grael. There you are. What's this party all about?"
Szaranoth enters the Rusty Dragon as Ingovil is dancing with Aldern Foxglove. His face clouds over for the smallest of moments, then he rejoins the others. "Targ, Etellio, Grael. There you are. What's this party all about?"
"Who knows? People can be strange when it comes to enjoying themselves."
"Grael, sometimes you need something to relief yourself from the danger of facing death. You did good today, enjoy the music and meal."
Then he looks to Shalelu. "Targ, thanks for keeping her at our table." He makes a small bow to the ranger. "I must apologize for not being able to join your discussions about those goblins, but I am more inclined to let the experts talk and then point me to where I am needed. And I had a visit to make, that I had promised earlier in the day to a man, who was the victim of a petty theft. May I ask for a dance? As the others kept you for the whole time and I was not able to present myself due to my absence."