Tseran:

...Two waiters, cleaning up after a banquet, carting away platters of leftover food and collecting up mugs and wineglasses and empty bottles. They're almost done here, it's been a long shift, they've been talking all night. They reach for the same bottle, their hands brush together, lingering in the touch. Their eyes meet, then their lips. Feelings of love and lust bloom...

Aerin:

'Alright.' the stablemaster drawled, not offering up much since Aerin hadn't asked a question. He went back to his work, then, realising Aerin was still there, he added 'One silver bit per head, plus one silver bit per hoof.' So, five silver pieces for a whole horse? As surly as this fellow was, he probably knew a lot of the comings and goings here.

 The room isn't actually getting any warmer, so the flush working its way up the neck of the pale, gaunt elf sat in his simple circle is probably a side effect of the phenomenal cosmic powers he's channelling.

 Or something like that.

 Yup.

Orophear sat quietly at the table sipping the glass of wine he had ordered while listening to Mae.
"I believe that would be a grand idea. I personally still think we should follow the Orcish attacks. Not only would we be doing some good but I bet we would find some sign of our adventurous scions. "

Aerin quirked an eyebrow at the steep price for stabling a single horse, all five would cost over a gold coin. "Five silver for a horse? What do you do, tuck them in and sing them a lullaby?" she asked, hoping to elicit a more detailed explanation of what she would get. She was willing to part with the coin, but the 'goods' would have to be worth it.

Aerin:

'Do you want me to?' the stablemaster returned, 'It'll cost extra. Otherwise, it's the usual: the stall, feed of oats and hay and a little molasses, adjusted to your horse's purpose; and full grooming. If you don't like it, you can leave it in the street, but you might not find it there come sun-up. Kids steal horses, take them on joy-rides and leave them vandalised in an alley.' He spat contemptuously at that; for all his attitude, he knew his horse care.

OOC: 5 silver pieces is the standard per-day rate for stabling a horse in the PHB. It includes a stable, feed, and grooming.

Everyone else:

Maelarra finished daintily chewing her food, before answering softly 'Indeed, they are a prime target for an Earthfast orc-slayer like Dorn. And now we have his name, we can follow that lead without arousing much suspicion, if we can but unearth the dwarves. But which direction did they go? Did they have a specific village in mind, or did they just head north straight into the Troll Mountains?'

Tseran:

...Friends gathered around a table, with their hooded cloaks thrown off to show fine clothes and family crests. They drink and laugh and make careful plans and hopeful dreams. Weapons, scrolls, tools, and maps are spread across the tabletop. Emotions of excitement, curiosity, idealism, and adventure fill the space...

...Seated is a tall young man with a lanky build, with some of his father's height. He looks eager, excited, leaning forward for a closer look...

...At another young man, almost as tall, standing and spreading a map over the table. An X marks a spot deep in the mountains. Another scroll is unfurled, a crude sketch depicting grim ruins rising out of a mountain, subterranean levels below. He jabs a finger triumphantly into a point in the dungeon...

...And there is a dwarf with a many-braided beard, sitting back, watching, nodding approvingly...

"And here I am thinking Ethel's hefty price included stabling our horses. Well, well, well..." Aerin sighed, disappointed how she could have been mistaken so badly. It didn't help dwelling on that. "Sorry, there was a misunderstanding, five silver per horse is fine." she said and fished out the coins from her purse, handing them over. After that she still had one more gold coin in her hand "So, how about you sing a lullaby for me? One that deals with young men of noble birth, hidden under cloaks and accompanied by a dwarf..." she suggested with a slight smirk and a wink.

 "There!" Tseran announces suddenly, excitedly after some half an hour or more of thrumming, ectoplasm-generating meditation as he reaches blindly for the Chalk and starts to hastily sketch on the floorboards just inside the circle (which was the limit of his arms reach), hastily sketching the few details of each figure that were perceivable through the dreamlike haze "Excitement, idealism, curiosity... A map!"

 Coming to the end of the first arc, his hand starts to move to roughly duplicate the shape of the document and the mark designating both target and objective, somewhere below ground in ancient ruins set deep in the mountains, "A map and a target within the map, a dwarf... Braided beard, watching with approval." - here then, Tseran starts to awkwardly add a handful of further details as they become apparent, eyes narrowed in concentration as he tries to identify anything further about the individual.

 ---

 After the excitement, he'll keep watching for ten more minutes though - if we can  identify a rough time that this happened, it'll help us set our schedule, so to speak so knowing what the last incident was will give us a window.
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Aerin:

The stablemaster peered with undisguised hunger at the gold piece. 'I don't know what you like to dream of, lady,' he remarked slyly, 'But you'll need more than that for that kind of action.'

Tseran:

...A family get-together, an extended clan from within the city and outside, all meeting together on one night. They enjoy good food, drinks, share updates and gossip. Feelings of love, bonding, reunion, and forgiveness join them all together...


OOC: Based on the description of the power ("The vision of the event is dreamlike and shadowy. You do not gain special knowledge of those involved in the vision, though you might be able to read large banners or other writing if they are in your language."), I believe you won't be able to get that kind of detailed information. Not exact map locations, images, or crests, but the general impression of what they depict. My previous description might have been too much as it was.

The date Ethel gave was six days ago.

The dragonkin smirked and produced four more coins, adding them to the one in her palm already. "In my dream the men got themselves into some sort of trouble and any ending not including finding them and getting them out, would become a nightmare." she said hoping to entice the stablemaster into parting some worthwhile information. "For if we cannot save them, their parents will likely make their nightmares into nightmares for the common people." the Rashemi added, hoping to convey she wasn't in it for personal gain.

The stablemaster was wary. 'Sounds pretty dangerous for someone who does know something. Anyone might come asking. Maybe that person will need a lot more set aside, for a rainy day, you know?'
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Aerin rolled her eyes "Well then, how much do you think would be needed?" she asked, not wishing to waste more time on negotiations, rather keen on listening to what the man had to say...

'Sounds pretty valuable too, doesn't it?' the stablemaster continued to play the game, 'Maybe ten times as much as that.' Fifty gold pieces was starting to sound like a standard bribing amount around here.

Aerin shrugged and put the coins back into her pouch. "Seems like this city will soon be experiencing some nightmares then. Guess I'll just stay overnight then and get the heck out of here before the Teeth of Calaunt begin searching instead of me and my friends." she said and was about to leave before turning half-way back "You know, it's funny - I'm trying to do good for a few lads that will eventually benefit the whole of this city. I'm not even asking money or a favour in return, yet I'm asked to pay for anything that will help me saving people." she shook her head in disappointment "This is becoming way too expensive fast. I hope you sleep well when." she added and left.

ooc: Bluff check 14

 The family get-together is enough information that, should he so choose Tseran ought to be able to confirm the time they were given and with an effort of will be breaks the enchantment, shaking his head to clear it before moving to rise and copy what notes he managed to take to parchment in crisp, elvish calligraphy.

 And then he looks around.

 ---

 Who'all's left in the room? ^_^

Kaijn had watched in silence, slightly amused but also intrigued by the so called wizards powers. He gotten up from his seat and walked over to where the elf was sitting where he knelt down and took a look at the scribbles on the floor.

"Maybe a local can help identify these landmarks?" he suggests

Aerin:

Aerin had just stepped out when she heard the stablemaster mutter sourly 'This city don't need any more vultures.' It was a subtle wordplay: the Five Vultures were the robber-barons who'd previously tyrannised Calaunt, but the term just as easily applied to the current seven in Calauntan parlance, as well as to the vultures, winged and armed, that followed war and strife. He called louder, 'There weren't any men.'

Tseran & Kaijn:

From the vague impression of the treasure map, Tseran remembered a route, leaving the city, following a river, into the mountains. He'd need to a consult a real map, but he might have a general direction to follow.

Only Kaijn had stayed to watch Tseran's ritual the whole way through, perhaps the only one with the scholarly interest or the patience. Orophear had returned to dinner, Aerin to the stables, and Slove seemed to have wandered off some place.

 Whether he's a skilled bunkum artist or an actual wizard of some sort, Tseran definitely had something happening during the course of his willworking and as he moves to rise, brushing off his robes he snuffs out the candle and sets it aside to cool before remarking "It is not impossible, the group seemed confident of their course. I would be inclined to investigate the dwarven history of the area - there was one present and the group seemed to be set upon a specific location within a specific ruin, which argues for a clear and static goal."

Slove come in to the inn.  Nobody notice him go but has come back.
Look of slight frustration on his face.

OOC:
[Private to GM: Sorry about not posting.  Slove not really much of a talker and I ended up having to jobs last month.  I am back.  Can we say Slove went off see if he could find dwarf to have drink with.  If you remeber he has likeling for dwarven beer and drinking with dwarves.
18:15, Today: Slove rolled 15 using 1d20+7.  Spot a dwarf to drink with.
Most likely not much luck...
]

Aerin stopped and smiled to herself before putting on a serious face and walking back to the stablemaster "Now you're making sense. I agree the city doesn't need more vultures and if I could share with you what I know, you would talk differently. - Alas, share your information and I shall see if it is indeed worth the price." the dragonkin replied, honestly. Sometimes knowing the secrets of others was indeed a burden.

Aerin:

'It was a highborn lass, in a cloak like no-one would know her. She bought five horses and a pony, all at once with a big money-pouch and no fear of robbers. She stabled them here, took them out maybe once a month. Last time was six days ago. She shoulda been back by now.' the stablemaster told Aerin hesitantly. He was worried, as if afraid of who would know what he knew or what would happen if they did. He wasn't only worried for himself. 'You'll find her, then? She's a... a good customer, you know.'

Everyone else:

Finding no drinking buddies at the bar, Slove joined Orophear, Maelarra, and Tamae at the table, as Kaijn and Tseran finally returned to report their findings.
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With a bit of a nod Orophear made room for Kaijn and Tseran.
"So, what did your magics produce? Did you see that which we seek?"

 Selecting his seat and brushing it off lightly, Tseran settles and nods, starting to relate what he's managed to glean of their quarry from his short span of contemplation "Indeed. There was a meeting, some short time in the past. Several excited young people, well dressed and armed with scrolls, weapons, tools. One was of uncommon height but all seemed to possess heraldry of some sort, although I could not perceive precise details. A second young man, almost as tall as the first was unrolling a map that seemed to indicate a location in the mountains, while a second scroll held a depiction of ruins that they felt related to the first. Lastly, there was a dwarf with a particularly well-braided beard, radiating satisfaction."

"We'll then, it would seem we have our first solid lead. I ,for one, am ready to be on my way." the elf said.
"If we could secure a map of the general area do you think you might be able to point it out? "

Aerin gave the man a nod of confirmation and the coins he had asked for "It's what good people do, they look out for each other and don't abandon anyone when the going gets tough." the dragonkin said and gave Albion a farewell pat on the flank. "If anything else comes to mind, you know where to find me."  she added and headed back to the inn.

 "Perhaps, I shall certainly attempt to do so but you must understand that fine detail was difficult to discern. It would be most successful were I to have access to a copy of the original map that they were using, or if the much-braided dwarf could be identified, perhaps by inquiring of the staff here?" Tseran answers, the thought of using one piece of evidence to unlock another coming as naturally to him as breathing.