Verbobonc is a city of just under 15,000 people and the capital of the Viscounty of the the same name. While its inhabitants are predominantly human, numerous gnomes reside within its walls as well as an increasing number of elves. Some few dwarves live in Verbobonc, while halflings are somewhat rare. The folk of Verbobonc are a hard-working group of gods-fearing souls.
Verbobonc is also one of the more powerful and influential cities in the Central Flanaess, due to the immense commercial wealth flowing through its gates. Not only does the bulk of the Flanaess' East-West trade pass through via the Velverdyva River, but Verbobonc is also the primary market for precious metals from the Kron Hills as well as rare goods from the isolated elven realm of Celene. Most of its citizens lead healthy, prosperous lives, and their standard of living is remarkably high, surpassed only by Verbobonc's mercantile competitors, Dyvers and Greyhawk City.
While competition between the three city-states is fierce, they often work together in order to ensure the stability and safety of the trade routes upon which all three depend. Some of the more ambitious merchant houses have actually proposed linking the three states in a more close union or partnership, however, most people in all three cities scoff at the idea. Although tied financially and culturally to Furyondy and Veluna, the people of Verbobonc are quite proud of their independence and freedom. Further, they are generally isolated from the greater threats imperilling other states in the Flanaess and prefer to remain neutral.

GEOGRAPHY
Verbobonc rests on a plain overlooking the Velverdyva River to the north. This waterway is heavily traveled by traders plying the trade route between the far-off Baklunish lands and Dyvers and the other merchant capitals of the Nyr Dyv. Within theViscounty, watchtowers have been established along the riverbanks to discourage piracy.
The grasslands and meadows adjacent to the Velverdyva are fed by clear river water and seasonal rains. They are rich and fruitful, supporting many farms which enjoy the protection of Verbobonc. The foothills to the south are well suited to grazing, and many locals raise sheep and some cattle. The lands to the west are lightly wooded, growing dense in the small Iron Wood, which lies on the border of Veluna and Verbobonc.
In the southern region of the Viscounty are the Kron Hills, which form a natural border between Verbobonc and the lands of Queen Yolande, Fey Majesty of Celene. The hills are rich in copper ore and mineral wealth, and the wealthiest of Verbobonc's aristocracy sponsor mines in these highlands.
Humanoid activity is very light, although some small bands of verbeeg and hill giants dwell here. The gnomes manage to keep the small groups of goblins in check. In addition, the Kron Hills, and more specifically the lightly wooded Greenway Valley, are home to the majority of the region's gnomish population.
A small portion of the Gnarley Forest is also claimed by the Viscounty. The northern fringe of the forest, where it reaches the banks of the Velverdyva River, is well travelled and patrolled. The druids and rangers of the Gnarley maintain contact with Viscount Langard, and his Lordship also maintains a troop of foresters who monitor the woodlands.
There is some banditry and humanoid activity in the denser, southern fringe, but this is mostly beyond the borders of the Viscounty. Still, incidents are not unknown on the highways that follow the Velverdyva. Many caravans follow these roads en route to Dyvers and Greyhawk City, and the value of such cargo is always an interest.
There are two primary roads which pass through Verbobonc. The most important, the Low Road, runs from Dyvers in the east to Veluna City in the west. It generally follows the southern bank of the Velverdyva, and is heavily patrolled to discourage banditry and humanoid activity. The Viscount charges a toll for travel on this highway to pay for its maintenance and safety. The second highway is the High Road. The High Road runs south from Verbobonc, roughly bisecting the Viscounty.
At the small village of Hommlett, the High Road branches in three directions. The southern branch continues through the Kron Hills until it eventually reaches the elven kingdom of Celene. The western branch leads to the heartlands of the Kron Hills and the gnomish settlements in the Greenway Valley. Finally, the eastern route winds through the hills, where it too eventually reaches Dyvers and the lands of the Wild Coast. Due to banditry, however, it has fallen into disuse, and only the most well-protected caravans and travellers use this route.

CULTURE
Over the years, Verbobonc has come to display the best efforts of man, elf, and gnome. The architecture of the town has distinct gnomish origins, based on the designs of master architect Snirthiglin. Most of the gnomes live in Gnomeburg, a small section of the city built in the fashion of the gnome warrens found in the Kron Hills. The gnomes left most of the original trees, building their warrens under the shelter of their canopies. The entire district looks like a large park. Other areas abound in plant life as well, notably the elven blocks where their marvellous ipt-houses, unique to the city's declining sylvan population, can yet be found. While most of these dwellings are modular, so as to be easily built or taken down, some are incredible, actually simulating real trees.
These homes had gradually been disappearing within the city, but with the recent growth in Verbobonc's elven population, they have experienced a marked revival. The language of the town also borrows many words from regional gnome dialects.
As previously mentioned, the name of the city derives from the gnome language. The local coinage is another example: Zeeti and Tapi are gnomish words. The humans of the Viscounty are quick to assimilate the local trends and ways. At the same time, the majority of gnomes seem distrusting of the human rulers, and many have established new settlements in the Kron Hills. There are those, however, that choose to stay in Verbobonc. The townsfolk are kindly in their manners.
Unlike many of the mercantile cities of the central Flanaess, the citizens of Verbobonc look out for one another. This is not to say Verbobonc society is classless; in fact, the citizens are very aware of class distinctions. From the highest nobles to the lowly Rhennee, rank is all-important. Although this arrogance of class is greatest within the ranks of the nobility, commoners are not exempt. The various classes all vie with one another for station, and improper salutations are considered a grave insult.
As the climate is fair in both summer and winter, the common folk here dress in wool and leathers. The aristocracy enjoy flouting the latest styles from the City of Greyhawk, Celene, and Veluna. The gnomes of the town tend to follow more common trends,though they enjoy decorating their clothing with jewellery. The sylvan elves, whose appearance stands out among the rest of the population, follow the trends of Celene.
There is a dark shadow that looms over the Viscounty. Over the years, the people of Verbobonc have been on the forefront of a perpetual war against evil. The remains of the Temple of Elemental Evil, now believed abandoned after the Viscount's forces and other strong and good hearted people rallied to destroy that fane place at the Battle of Emridy Meadows, is a constant reminder to the folk hereabouts that they must continually be on guard. It is not that they are paranoid, but they are cautious, a trait inherent in most of their leaders. Although given over to industry and true social and economical advancement, they still remain a fearful lot.
Because of the large gnomish and elven populations, the people of Verbobonc have always enjoyed high standards of scholarship and the arts. While there is no university within the town walls, the Academy of Farsight is a public institution founded by gnome investors in 422 CY. As the city grew, the Academy branched out and now resembles a university in size. The Academy teaches business-related skills such as accounting, bookkeeping, reading, and writing. Because its curriculum is so limited, however, many of the Viscounty's aristocracy prefer to send their children to the academies and boarding schools in the larger cities, namely Dyvers and Devarnish. Many of the town's temples also offer training and education, and while they have a religious twist, the majority of the township enjoys education from these facilities.
The Silver Consortium is a major centre of magical study and the site of Verbobonc's extensive library of the occult and arcane.The city's mages guild takes its name from this place as well. Its members are apothecaries, alchemists, diviners, and other spellcasters. They play an active role in Verbobonc and have begun to build a name for themselves in the region. The Consortium is led by Juelihm, a conjurer of great skill. Under his leadership, the Consortium has maintained a high profile in the Nyr Dyv region. Rumour has it that Juelihm has been approached by members of the Circle of Eight. The Silver Consortium has significant ties to the Society of Enlightened Mages, based in Veluna City, and is considered by many to be a branch of that organization.
The fine arts are represented primarily by outdoor theatres, the Harvester's Theatre being the largest and best known. In the elven districts, temporary pavilions are often raised where poetry and music are performed day and night.
Many of Verbobonc's lesser nobility take part in this artistic enterprise, leading to the inevitable conflict between different factions.
The folk of Verbobonc are an independent lot, worshipping a variety of gods. Of the city's many churches, those of St.Cuthbert, Rao, and Trithereon are the most prominent, and religion is very much a part of life in the Viscounty. Festivals are common, and the priests are everywhere to been seen. Other faiths of the common Flanaess pantheons are evident within the town, and shrines have been dedicated to the elvish and gnomish faiths as well.
Many of the city's poorer population, and most of the farmers and the like living outside the city walls, follow the Old Faith (druidic).

On arrival at the Southway Gate, the group was directed to deliver the prisoners to "Grayfist", the Viscounts castle near the centre of town. The guards there accepted the prisoners and accompanying paperwork Arek had been carrying and the party was freed to go about their own business...

"Ah 'spose we should 'ave a place ta meet up again once we don' wha' we ea' need ta. Suggestions?"

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"How about that inn we passed? Zebel's maroon mon?"
"Meet up there every few evenings."

Brother Yew bowed gently to the group before speaking.

"I shall be at the monastery until my training is complete. That may take a week or so. I will look for you at that inn when I am free to leave again."

Luthien might've done more, but...

"I must head for the temple. When I return, perhaps I will be a Knight."

And off he goes for his training.

Ronalt addresses the group, "If you miss folk leave a message with the innkeep so we don't have to go searching for you before returning to the temple. best to keep what we have been doing quiet too. Last thing we need is other folk trying to stir up the place and getting captured."
"Good luck with your training."
Ronalt heads to one of the local swordmen schools for a weeks practice.
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The first week passes without too many hiccups and some successfully complete their training. Others however appear to be taking a bit longer....

"So, 'oo's go' plans fer tha nex' few days?" Arek asked the group when they assembled in the inn on the night of the eighth day in the city.

"I've got a ton more training to do. It's like...I've had some kind of revelation! They think I'll be ready for Knighthood sooner then expected."

"I am done with mine Arek. is there something you need help with?" Ronalt asked.

An elf walked into a bar...

And stood for a moment, taking in his surroundings. He was dressed immaculately in white and gold and silver underneath his banded mail, with a dark blue cloak around him. He looked around in disdain, sneering down the length of his nose at what he obviously considered much lesser folk, but finally he espied those whom he sought - a Ranger, a Noble Knight of some sort, and a...Dwarf, of all things.

"Greetings," he said, without feeling. "I am Corvus. I have heard word that you people have been fighting evil down south of here, and would join you in your endeavours. What say you?"

Brother Yew had arrived at the inn only moments before the elf and had spotted where Ronalt, Arek and Luthien were seated just as the elf did. He paused a moment to assess their appearance and mood before joining them but the elf had already gone forward to introduce himself to them. Yew followed him and stepped up alongside the elf as he finished his introduction.

"Greetings Master Corvus. I am Yew, but it is not for me to say yes or no to your request. These are Master Ronalt (our leader), Father Arek and young Master Luthien."

"What skills have you which might aid us in our efforts, Master Corvus." Ronalt queried, adding the somewhat blunt questions, "which god do you worship and what do you wish done to your body should you fall in the fighting?"
"I ask this as we have lost many folk already to the evil we battle." not adding and to test your mettle.

"You are me? I do not follow. You may be part elf, but that merely makes you a pale imitation."

Clearly confused at this statement, it takes Corvus a few moments to realise what the Monk was saying.

"Ah, wait...now I see. Your name is 'Yew', like the wood. That makes more sense...though that is awfully confusing. How very...human."

Corvus smirked then, though it was more of a sneer. Wisdom and charisma were not his strongest points. He turned to the Woodsman.

"I am both warrior and wizard, Master Roalt, and accomplished at both. My gods are Elven and my body I would like returned to Enstad, capital of fair Celene, should I somehow fall. But I do not plan on being as careless as your previous companions."

Corvus took a seat at the table and said no more for the moment. He did not order food or drink.

A man comes in and looks around for a place to sit, the man is somewhat noticeable, not so much for his appearance, but rather for his companions. A raven sits on his shoulder, a burly hog stays at his side, along with a raccoon, and... a skunk. There might be something else rustling under his cloak as well...

Yew appeared unmoved by any potential insult in Corvus's words. He focussed purely upon more practical aspects.

"Master Corvus, our previous mission saw us underground for several days without sight of sun or moon, with many foes intent on our death or capture. Are you sure you wish to join us?"

"One does what one must to stem the tide of evil. It bothers me not, and I am quite sure of my convictions."

"Have you much experience fighting evil, Corvus." Ronalt continued, "what brought you to Verbobonc and why have you not already in an company fighting evil in its various forms."

"I have enough to know that the fight goes ever on."

Corvus regarded Roalt evenly, unmoved by the stream of questions.

"I came to Verbobonc because I heard rumour that there were folk here fighting great evil, the worst kind. I would join them. There are many companies undertaking such endeavours, but I would pit my mettle with the best of them."

"Or perhaps you have other friends also interested in joining us if we seem open to that possibility?" Yew suggests, with a glance at the menagerie that has settled around a nearby table.

"Friends are only useful to me if they wish to achieve a common goal," replies the (apparently) humourless elf.
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Brother Yew bows gently to Corvus.

"Very good. To stem the tide of evil would certainly be our common goal."

He turns to Ronalt and the others.

"I submit that we should accept Master Corvus's application to join us. I believe he too deserves the opportunity to risk his life for this noble cause."

Max sticks his head in the common room, looks around, nods at the adventurers he knows, briskly, and leaves as quickly as he came.

"Seems fine to me, Brother Yew." Ronalt replied, "Welcome to the troop, Master Corvus."

Elves. Bloody elves.
They'd only just got rid of the last batch of them and now more showed up! Next thing they knew there'd be a damn druid want to join!
"An'one seen Amathaon? Kalador 'n' Sven 're due t'day too."

"Coupla elves could be useful," Rolf finally spoke up.
"Can always use more meat shields."

"Elves are very patient people," Brother Yew observed. "They can sit silently, watching and listening for weeks at a time to something as simple as a baby bird hatching from an egg, feeding, growing and finally flying from the nest to start out on the life it was born for. Such patience comes in very useful at times, even on the most exciting of adventures."

"It is most useful right now," replies Corvus, somewhat sarcastically.

In reply to Arek Blackiron (msg # 26):

"Haven't seen them yet, not unless they've turned into that fellow over there," he pointed at Gendonyd.

Gendonyd sees the man pointing at him, and he picks up his pet skunk, puts it under his arm and walks over, sipping his ale. The hog and raccoon follow.

"You pointing at me?" he asks.

"And what if I am?" the tiny gnome responded with chest puffed out.
"You got a problem with short people?"

Gendonyd looks down at the gnome and then reaches for his pet skunk under his arm, reversing it to face ass forward. "And if I do?"

"Can I just recommend some peace on earth right now? We don't really need to do this, do we? It bodes ill for future cooperation if a fight breaks out now. Perhaps consider it a test of teamwork to sit down and let your anger go."

That should help!

Wonnilon looked at the skunk and said, "[Language unknown: Set eaustrare he teilei Eestelto maart!]"

Gendonyd looks about the inn pointing at the gnome. "Look everyone! He speaks skunk ass!"
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Ronalt watches without intervening. Takes a drink from his tankard and looks to brother Yew. "We are likely to loose more if they are going to be like this when fighting evil in the temple."

When the druid brought out the skunk and turned it about, Corvus finally found something which piqued his interest. He smiled and applauded, though he did make room for the showdown.

"Oh, bravo! Bravo!"

Brother Yew actually cracks a slight smile at the confrontation between gnome and skunk.

"I believe they too deserve the opportunity to risk their lives for a noble cause," he commented.

"Master of beasts, would you be interested in setting your small army of creatures against the forces of an evil temple, rather than against our small friend here?" he asked the hairy man.

Gendonyd looks over at Brother Yew. "Why would I set my friends against your gnome? Hasn't nature done enough damage to him already? I see no need to add injury to insult. I am Gendonyd, and this is Melira," he says, turning the skunk back around face forward, "and Aerdrie," he points to the raven on his shoulder, sitting stoically "as well as Erevan" he motions to a raccoon at the next table, who was sneakily trying to grab an unguarded mug, "Hanali" he continues, motioning toward the large hog that is blissfully rooting around for scraps on the floor, "and last as well as least, Elebrin" a black rat face pokes up from the mans robe. "What's this about an evil temple?"

Brother Yew bowed gently to each of the animals as they were introduced, then introduced Ronalt, Arek, Luthien, Corvus and himself (and any other party members here that I have missed).

"Have you ever heard of the Battle of Emridy Meadows, which was fought about five years ago? An evil temple had been established near the small village of Numb, about thirty leagues southeast of Verbobonc. The temple became the base of operations for bandits, brigands and bands of evil humanoids that terrorised the local countryside. Within a few years the temple became strong enough to have ambitions of overthrowing the lawful rulers of the nearby cities of Verbonc and Dyvers. Fortunately, that threat was met and defeated by an army under the command of Prince Avras Thrommel. The forces of good were victorious at the Battle of Emridy Meadows and the evil temple was defeated and sealed.

"However, in the last year or so there has been a stirring of the old troubles again and our party has been involved in dealing with some of those troubles. The evil temple is back in operation, though not as strong again yet, and we are doing what we can to make sure it does not rise in strength again."

"And what's the plan to deal with them entail? Severing the supply limne and sealing the temple?"

Yew considered that suggestion for a moment before responding.

"We have been inside the temple already, although that was not planned. We had started exploring the exterior, believing the place deserted. We were exploring an outbuilding then a trap teleported us deep inside an underground complex beneath the temple. It seems to be divided into four factions serving the four elements. We fought our way out, inflicting very heavy losses on those dedicated to the element of fire and other guards of the place, as well as rescuing a number of prisoners along the way. Now that we know the way in we intend to return and strike them again. There were brown tiled areas at the level closest to the surface so I would suspect those who serve the element of earth may be the next section that we would strike.

"Of course, they will be well aware that we were there and will have had several weeks to prepare their defences before we return, not to mention forces we may encounter in the surrounding area, such as the band of gnolls that attacked some of our party as we left last time."

Yew looked to his companions for a moment before concluding, "We have not really discussed our strategy for the return visit yet, as we are here for training and rebuilding our strength, but I would suggest our ultimate aim would be to destroy the leadership of the temple and destroy or drive off as much of their forces as possible. We do not yet know how to destroy them completely but we may find a way as we discover more of the secrets within their walls."

Another week passes marked by the arrival of Sven and the recently raised Kalador (both whom almost immediately commence training). Those with time on their hands while they wait for others find numerous ways to entertain themselves - sight seeing, research, drinking, whoring, shopping, and many other activities both legal and illegal, moral and immoral...

"An' so we're back 'ere at th' tav'rn again. One more week ta go 'fer e'eryone done."
"Who's go' som'tin' interestin' ta fill in tha time?"

"I can offer nothing that would be of interest to the rest of you," Yew apologised. "I have simply returned to my normal life at the monastery since my training is complete, for now. The Master understands that I will leave again in another week and is fully supportive of our cause."

The end of the third week finally arrived bringing with it the end of training and the last opportunity do do anything in Verbobonc before heading back to Hommlet and further possible action against the Temple.

OOC: If anyone wants to spend any gold, or visit anyone important, now is the absolute last chance. Will be moving along very soon!

Sir Luthien, now knighted, spent most of this last week getting to know the nobles of the city, as was customary for the newly knighted.

"Awrigh', gath'r e'eryone up an' we'll 'ead off back ta Hommlett in tha mornin'."

Yew bowed in acknowledgement of Arek's announcement.

"Very good, Master Arek. I shall shall return in the morning ready to travel. One more evening at the monastery will be most agreeable."

Slowly makes his way inside the tavern, an eccentric looking gnome with pointed blue hat and fiery red hair and beard.  He stood out like a sore thumb amongst the other patrons.  With a devilish smile he bellies up to the bar setting his backpack on the door as he digs around in his pockets looking for something.  Eventually he finds what he is looking for as he pulls out a small coin pouch setting it on the counter in front of the bartender.  He motions for a bottle of brandy behind him and sets a few coins out for him.  Once he has a full glass in hand he looks about the tavern for any friendly games folks may be playing.

When arrangements were made Corvus nodded then got up from his seat, looking around the tavern for something better to do with his time. Failing that, he took note of the newly-arrived and strangely-attired gnome and decided to go join him - if the fellow was willing.

"Greetings, little ginger one! I am Corvus, of Celene. Mind if I join you in sharing that brandy?"

Brother Yew was on his way toward the door when the blue-hatted gnome entered. He bowed gently to the gnome just as Corvus approached him. Yew bowed gently to Corvus as well then continued on his way. However he paused at the door and looked back into the room to watch for a moment longer before he would step outside.

Turns to look at Corvus with a sly grin.

"Sure, I wasn't intending on drinking this whole bottle myself anyways" as he pops the cork off of it to top off his on glass.

He motions for the bar tender to pass over another glass and then pours a bit into it for his new acquaintance.

"Name is Rondo Fiddlestick...folks just call me Rondo" as he turns and holds the brandy for the elf to take.  "Would take your time with that, it'll sneak up on ya when you least expect it"

With a smile Corvus nods and takes a seat next to the gnome.

"Well met, Rondo. And I do not mind brandy - it has a bitter taste and burns with a fire, makes one feel alive. Unless, as you say, one overindulges, an error I do not plan on making.

What brings you to this place?"

He gives a nod before taking another sip and responds..."Boredom mostly, been looking for some gainful employment but seems like slim pickings lately.  And yourself?"

"Elves are never bored. There are all manner of pursuits one can undertake, if one but chooses to do so. I am here because I heard there was a great evil to fight, and that there was a company gathered here who were about to do just that."

Sounding snooty and pompous is obviously standard procedure for Corvus.

His eyes light up at thought of the challenge.  "So have you met up with this group yet to get some more details on this so called great evil?"  he says causally while taking another sip.  He pulls a smoke pipe from its home tied to his belt along with a small pouch.  Opening it the smell of tobacco fills his nostril as he inhales the sweet aroma before taking a pinch and stuffing it into the pipe carefully.

Having watched this initial interaction quietly from the doorway Brother Yew steps back into the room and approaches Corvus and the gnome at the bar. He nods respectfully to Corvus and speaks directly to the gnome.

"Greetings, Master Gnome. I am Yew. Forgive me for overhearing your conversation but I did hear at least part of your discussion. Would you care to speak directly with the members of our party who are here today? We will be able to answer more of your questions than Master Corvus can, as he too only met us today. I am sure he would also welcome more details."

Turns his attention to the newcomer, another elf, seems this place is crawling withem as he looks over the gentlemen.  He smiles as he finishes packing the tobacco into his pipe.

"Well met...A pleasure to meet you Yew, I am Rondo" he hops off his chair popping his pipe in his mouth and collecting his glass and brandy.

"By all means lead the way good sir"

"Another gnome!" exclaims Gendonyd, "Everyone track your coins and watch your small animals carefully, and believe nothing you see or hear!"

Brother Yew extends his arm in a gesture towards the table where Arek, Ronalt and Luthien are seated. It is a clear invitation for Rondo and Corvus to head that way.

Then he turns his attention to the hirsute gentleman and his small crowd of animal friends.

"Greetings to you too, Master of Beasts," Yew responds with a gentle bow. "But tell me, sir, if you believe nothing you see and you believe nothing you hear, then what would you believe?"

Gendonyd looks at Yew's face then Rondo's face. "Did anyone see the gnomes lips moving when the elfy ons spoke?" he asks the crowd. "Tricky, tricky gnomes!"

Brother Yew bows more formally to the strange woodsman before responding.

"Goodbye, Master of Beasts. May your God keep you and all your friends safe from all the evil that lurks in wait for the unwary in this world."

He turns and walks over to the table where his own friends are waiting.

"Amazing!" Gendonyd says to the Rondo, "I could just barely see your lips moving."

shakes his head at Gendonyd's antics and walks over to the table that brother yew had pointed out.

"Good day to you all, my name is Rondo Fiddlestick, a pleasure to meet you." with his pipe in one hand and a glass a brandy in other and his bottle tucked under his arm he was ready for anything in his own gnomish way as he smiled to the lot of them.

"Alrigh', alrigh', settl' down now."
A little lively banter was a good thing, he just hoped they'd all still be in such a positive frame of mind when they were back fighting the temple.
"Oo' we missin'?"

"I'm in. Wouldn'a miss the chance fer sum more coin."

"You think I'd let a druid scare me off!?"
"Not sure about Sven though. I think he needs some time to himself to get in touch with his, umm, less "dead" side."

Sir Luthien seemed much more confident now.

"I am ready to depart, my friends."

Brother Yew spends a few minutes to brief Rondo on the danger of the evil temple they are confronting (see msg #41 and msg #43 in this thread).

Then he asks Rondo straight out, "Are you interested in joining us? Do you have skills that would help in this mission?"

Enjoying his ale, Ronalt listens and nods to the idea of leaving in the morning. "I am broke so getting back seems a wise option."
"Had to even sell my spare chainmail to cover expenses."

In reply to Brother Yew (msg # 71):

Listening intently carefully considering the prospects before him before speaking "Well i'm not much for fighting but what do dabble in could help against anything you may encounter in this temple.  Whether it's spells to trick some halfwit with bunny that he is holding a turtle or dispelling such illusions I believe I could be of some assistance if your group would have me along?"

He polishes off his glass of brandy waiting for a response from his potential employers.

Brother Yew looks to his friends.

"Master Rondo would add more depth to our limited spellcasting resources. I would welcome him to join us if you have no objection."

"Another of the true folk is fine by me!"

smiles broadly before refilling his glass..."I'll drink to that, thanks for having me"

Kalador raised his glass as well. It would be god to have new members in the group.