Good luck!
Troy Velasco wrote:Troy stalks after Shyre towards the bar. Looking for people wasn't his area of expertise.
Rennyr Viceroy wrote:Ah the classic paperboy, adorable, street-smart, and often down on their luck, homeless, and looking to make a quick buck for food and drink, mostly drink.
Feeling an odd sense of kinship Shyre ruffles the young orc's cap drops 10 gold in is hand and makes her way towards the bar.
You rolled a 19!Rennyr Viceroy wrote:"We'll take a table, thank you very much."
Another streetwise to see if we can spot anyone who seems like the might have more info on where The Brothers are actually hiding out.
+3
"My oh my, I hardly noticed dear, but your a big boy ain't ya? I bet you don't get many taking that fact in to consideration when you go to a tavern or resturant, huh? Poor thing.. Now don't you worry, ol' Gran not gonna discriminate. Especially for a fine young thing like yourself. How about you just cover two of the entrees for, say, 1g, and I'll give you the extra sandwich, appetizer an' ale for free. Sound like a deal?" She wanders back to the kitchen to prepare your food.Troy Velasco wrote:Troy eyes the chairs surrounding the table, shrugs, and eases into one. He bumps his knees on the table and nearly sends everything on top of it flying. He scowls.
He picks up the menu and scans it before waving at Gran to get her attention.
"Two blackened chicken sandwiches, one chicken & sausage gumbo, and an order of mini tacos. And an ale."
"Look lady.. I don't want any trouble. Can't you just let an old fool wallow in his ale in peace..?"Rennyr Viceroy wrote:Feeling a natural inclination to chase anything that seems skittish Shyre suddenly appears in the seat next to the strange man.
"Hmmmm, hello there. How are you this fine afternoon?"
Shyre suddenly leans uncomfortably close to this frightened stranger.Dungeon Master Orange wrote:"Look lady.. I don't want any trouble. Can't you just let an old fool wallow in his ale in peace..?"
You rolled a 13!Rennyr Viceroy wrote:Shyre suddenly leans uncomfortably close to this frightened stranger.Dungeon Master Orange wrote:"Look lady.. I don't want any trouble. Can't you just let an old fool wallow in his ale in peace..?"
"Trouble, you say? Oh I know all about trouble, you might say I'm an expert on the subject."
She smiles and suddenly her teeth seem much sharper then before and the nails that are tapping a rhythmic tattoo on the table feel closer to claws.
"However, trouble isn't even up for discussion just yet. Right now we are here to discuss mutual benefit. I benefit by learning what you know about the Brothers Gray, and you benefit by me going away, and leaving you to wallow you in, significantly more, ale."
Shyre politely motions to Gran for two more pitchers of ale.
"However, if you like, we could put trouble back on the table."
Bluff check +5
Mother Aran walks over and sets down an appetizing bowl of chip dip in front of you two. "Less'see. All together comes to 'bout 3g. You two eat up good before heading in to the Scar, you hear?"Rennyr Viceroy wrote:"I appreciate your assistance. With any luck you will be able to continue the time-honored tradition of banditry in no time. For now, enjoy your beer."
Shyre smiles at Gran and the bandit and returns to Troys table.
"I've got our location, now how about that chip dip?"
"Wow, you have really seen a lot of the world, haven't you? Guardsman Redgrave hands back the the cards and smiles back, "Thank you Mr. and Mrs. ... Woodwell. The rest of your, uh, Flour Titties should be about in the city. I recommend checking The Stumbling Giant tavern, it is where most people in he city head first."Etheyl Woodwell wrote:Well, it seemed like it was time to meet up with her group. In fact, she was probably late...
"My name is Etheyl Woodwell," she answers in reply to the guard's typical prompt. "I...am either an acrobat or adventurer, depending on what the day calls for. This is my husband, Crumnley." The stern man with a big, grey mustache, nods briefly and shifts the weight of a duffle bag carried on his shoulder. They had decided that Etheyl would do the talking until they got settled under the hope that it would keep attentions from lingering on Crumnley for longer than necessary.
Etheyl's friendly grin takes on a withdrawn quality for a moment. "We're here to meet up with some friends that should have already come through. A big Goliath should have been part of the group, he might have stood out the most. We've all got a mutual investment in tracking down some bandits we've traced to this area. Still gathering more information, but that's what we've got to work with."
Knowing the drill, she fishes out her adventurer's card and hands it over. It was a bit dog-eared, but she'd kept the same one for years now. Even now it made her smirk seeing all the different group names cluttering up the card. Some were crossed out and rewritten, and a few were smudged nearly to the point of being illegible, but she had made sure everything was left on the card. Which...probably made this poor guard's job difficult.
ALSO WHY IS MY AVATAR SO HOOGE
The goliath's words are all that the party needed to be convinced. "Than it is settled, we will travel by night. I will go and inform the rest of our absent party so they can catch up with us. Troy, will you begin leading the party in to the valley?"Troy Velasco wrote:
I HAD TO.
From behind his pile of food, Troy nods at Crumnley as the couple approach the table and take their seats. He quietly mulls over the options Crumnley presented them and takes another bite.
"Considering we do not know how many are in this little gang, it might be best if they are as unprepared for us as possible. Besides, the night is not difficult to overcome."
He sticks his hand out over the center of the table and a small globe of energy appears above it, radiating soft light. Having given his two coppers, he closes his massive fist and the light winks out. He anxiously shifts in his chair, he's ready to get vengeance for his comrade and go back home.
As the four of you are leaving town, Fallek returns your weaponry at the keep's gate. You notice that it seems that all of your gear had been polished and sharpened, with a small note attached that reads; "I hope to hear about all of your adventures! -Syradon"Troy Velasco wrote:Troy takes the map from Crumnley and spreads it out in front of him. He examines all its details and landmarks for several minutes before tracing a finger over the path he wagers would be the best.
He places four gold pieces on the table, enough to cover their tab and something extra for Gran.
"Let's go."
At last, your party spots the abandoned mine resting beneath the dim moonlight, as well as signs of a lit campfire. Little over a hundred feet out from the mine, Crumnley has any torches or other light sources extinguished. He squints, carefully scanning the mine.Alright. From what I can gather, I can see.. three men around that campfire. We can approach the mine from.. there, there.. or there." Crumnley points at the multiple locations indicated by dim light on the map.Troy Velasco wrote:Troy scowls at the oddly lit cave. While curious, he decides that they should tend to the Brothers Gray before the gang decides to move or they lose the advantage of the night. The cave isn't going anywhere.
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