Re: Roaming the town--Garryn and Caylin
Garryn approaches the laundreywomen at one of the fountain's troughs, and smiles easily and banters lightly. The rogue directs his comments to the group in general, but favors the more talkative one he had overheard earlier with a slight nod. The women draw together a bit at the approach of a stranger, but their reticence does not last long...Garryn's request seems to open some conversational flood-gates (Gather Info roll is 16+5=21 for a DC of 15).
"...my stars...the old Nodding Shepard went up some six or eight years ago...such a shame, really..."
"...never did like the proprietor, but the inn patrons were fine 'uns fer business..."
"...other fires at th' time, eh, Dierdre?..."
"...me 'usband lost a full delivery o' ale when th' Shepard burned...some bastard..."
"...aye, dearie. Three or four others, as I recall..."
"...they got 'im, o' course, but did we see any silver fer th' lost casks? No, indeed..."
"...around th' time o' th' Trade Wars, weren't it, Fionna?..."
"...met a handsome drover, there. Coulda been th' one, but o' course he's off t' th' caravan routes...men..."
"...no, dearie...a bit after. Those Thrailians...or were it th' Merchant Mages? I misremember who started what back then..."
"...an' me mum's rooms was burned, too! She moved in wi' me man an' me...that was th' last o' our kids, I ken tell ye..."
"...bastard's name. He owes us. Barbar, or Zanzan, or somethin'. I'd make him brew up a whole new batch o' ale, sumabitch..."
"...aye, lass. Th' merchants were th' ones what took it 'ardest. But Perysinos straightened it all out. An' look at Borderton now! None th' worse for it, I'd wager..."
"...such a shame, really. The Shepard was where I met my husband..."
"...mostly other warehouses an' merchant-houses, as I recall. Deirdre, weren't th' granaries burnt? I seem t' recall..."
"...an' he never came back. Never. Said he would BE back fer th' spring caravans th' followin' year...but NO...men..."
"...no, luv. Jes th' warehouses...mostly th' dry goods, too..."
"...miss my bit o' sherry on Mithras' day at th' ol' Shepard..."
"...an' it's been nine years o' conjugal bliss, 'cause th' Shepard burnt a year after we were married..."
Garryn is swept up in the conversational tide, and the disparate conversations break over him like a wave. Shaking his head slightly, the rogue strives to make some sense of what he has just heard.