As various patrons of the tavern go about their business, the table closest to Silhouette catches her eye. The Dwarf was not so unusual - even with the jar of whatever it was - and the Drow didn't seem out of place in wherever the hell the inn was.

The winged one however caught her attention- She'd never seen one before, nor one that seemed intent on leaving the table as others arrived but still intended to keeps place. She watched for a moment longer, head tilted before she places two gold pieces down next to her food and slips quietly closer to the table, peeking at the others seated before whisping by the winged one and claiming an empty seat, making no attempt to announce hersef and no real attempt to hide either, feet up on the table and watching the winged one closely to see what happens.

[Language unknown: "St. La momo."]

[Language unknown: "Eve m icne usul ionerawhe, na noati evat.  Ni whnd ri mach...witan unul u blekorwer ratstaallnotenc.  Be, trriek patic po?  Verpa i tho ekel evul Sealthth weeeho ame serut beailo, not amewa E...sslautle n altiom.  Ndear chuswh totin arinst manestiou.  Ionineons er...weliho comantrea i entee was les u Nd ilchmi." ]

He accepts the light and puffs on his cigar gratefully, then sips the beer, then puffs a bit more.  His eyes roll back in his head in appreciation. [Language unknown: "Il hane Eenul Oulwasnot tick derwe, lar o oscom!"]

The stumpy wanderer leans forward and looks intently at each and every person at the table, [Language unknown: "Chisac ac roort himo aroul tandni ted ei ou ome sompreoul Ilnoil manromlar A el.  Ac leut larearyin ulio m, our p di o ac arlowhil essestion ieard icore il." ]

In reply to The Chronicler (msg # 29):

Tandon takes the complex social environment with ease   He removes the carves stick he’s chewing on with his left hand to reveal a brilliant and good natured smile.

He greets the merchants with a few jokes and inquiries and genuine interest in thier work. He accepts one of the kids to polish his boots and gives the fellow two copper while Ankhatup watches skeptically alert for pickpockets.

Other youth crowding in are motioned away with. ”Not now, let your colleagues’ work shine today I’ll be back again tomorrow. “

To the merchants he addresses ”Who is it I can speak to about the bulletin message asking for herbs?”
He spends several minutes lingering after getting that answer to find out more about his surroundings

What is this place? Where is it? Is it a small plane of its own or a location in a larger plane? How to they move their goods here and what is the environment for merchants? Do they have trouble getting anything? Are they organized?

These are the questions he seeks to answer and he will also assess what he thinks of how these competitors are to one another - are they cut throat antagonists or organized or something else? He keeps himself engaged and friendly as one who hope to work well with them.

12:49, Today: Tandon Hahpet rolled 13 using 1d20+5.  Gather information .
12:49, Today: Tandon Hahpet rolled 22 using 1d20+10.  Diplomacy

In reply to Tandon Hahpet (msg # 32):

One of the merchants inclines his head and smiles. “Why tis me, good sir. I’m Hayden. Do you have herbs you wish me to buy?”

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In reply to Ploplol (msg # 25):



Sitting astride Copensen Ploplol considers the building in terms he is familiar with.
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The Dark Elf received the ordered food a small picher of hot water.   Handing over 5 coppers the elf, the pitcher is hung from the unhooded lantern to keep it warm.  the simple clay mug on the tray is accepted, as well.
The tea is pour and in an oddly formal manor the elf sniffs the mug and the bowl of soup of the day, a piece of the hot meat pie, and rubs the edges of both liquid utensils. before taking a sip and taste.

  Glancing up a moment, the young voice replies "[Language unknown: Ec.. one ardlaterethe ineverons ieati e ou]"

The Dark one turns to look at the dwarven companion at the table, "[Language unknown: T latoertho ev peven t mier t pleimo aisa ess.. buton u ceaiac rine tho ugh ck andenclar.
Us houre ni wheticcomwas m esnete.]"
Turning back the food, it began to disappear rather daintily.


OOC
20:03, Today: Min'OrImKakee rolled 4 using 1d20 ((4)).  Craft Poison "knowlage of".
20:07, Today: Min'OrImKakee rolled 25 using 1d20+5 ((20)). Search "trapfinding-poison".
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“Excellent, Hayden I’m glad to meet you. I am hoping to seek out and find the herbs you need. I just wanted to meet and talk to you first so I could get to know what you are paying and what you want. If there are any herbs in particular that you need or any that you know where to find it, but perhaps are unable to go and gather yourself?"
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Felmin felt some uneasiness at the strange - and a bit invasive in his opinion - way of answering his question.

Still, it was an answer, however uninformative as it was.

He checked his purse and found very little in it.

[Language unknown: "Evene, il ekseie Ommi pltr ieas nt noti, shelattic il t asti e ich th oveconous..."]

He wandered near the billboard and checked the various jobs offered.

He also added a piece of parchemin :

"You lost something, or it was stolen from you?  You need to find someone who's eluding you?  You are in dire need of crucial information?

Specialist Finder at your service,  Felmin Pasdeloup.

See with the usual man."

Now he only had to find the 'usual man' you needed to talk to for jobs here...

Alton had been running though he had escaped the Drow cities, monsters of the Under dark, and even slavers near the surface in a strange land a port city called Calimaport which was very different from the stories he had heard of the surface world.

It was an expedition into the great weeping wastes and a lost caravan, from the others he was separated by a raging sandstorm the wind uncovered a long buried entrance to the world below.  The winds and dirt pelted him like daggers, he could barely see as he worked to open the ancient door.....

In a howl of wind and cloud of dust a cloaked and face covered thin man fell into the floor of the Netherworld plane, he gasped and croaked a single word....through cracked lips


Language Common “Water!

The door from wherever this man came from slams shut behind him
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As the door opens and a strange breeze blows in sand and.. a person.  The Dark alf Slips from the Table and Bolts to the Door, with a hop jumping completely over the prone figure.  And pulling the door open again.  Looking out into the foggy land scape noticing a.. possibly clockwork type creature standing at the door.
   
 The Elf rubbs a foot veryifing the sand and sniffs for remnants of the smells in the breeze.

 . . Looking down the Figure suddenly freezes.. then replies to the stranged creature standing at the door. "[Language unknown: Osil t a Mehat io asinac i mianro ivehouect ckri whelis.. A rohofi us i avere sti ur n wherednceyin ni icatedthashe.  Tiwe  ncekre, laenie laev nti plre thehasnce ar ssine wh ectillanytin heunne nt aredi ortrednti.  Terhasstr ercon estonelin la esoer astrednti iohou ]"
The figure shrugs "[Language unknown: .. Mewien ]"

Turning the Dark Alf returns picking up the tea and clay mug ruturns, The Royal Guard States coldly, "[Language unknown: Wa licket iou ameom cepre n hiwamo.  Ngtic ei ilwano ioute t enic moio Ck k p ent iondinson se mi di resntiing.]"  The stiff figure pours more into the mug drinks to prove the statement, kneels to the floor and places the mug on the floor in reach.

At first Alton had thought that perhaps his family had found him and transported him from the middle of the desert, but upon landing on the other side, he had determined that he was likely on a normative transitive plane.....

The strange door had been marked as the serpent at worlds end.

Alton was surprised to see other Drow in this place and that they seemed passingly friendly and appeared to treat other beings as equals rather than lessers.....

He was nearly certain that the mixture placed in front of him was similar to a mushroom drink he had before and others since in Calimaport.....

He rose and dusted himself off, showing the armor, rapier, buckler and hand crossbow under his cloak....In drow culture showing ones weapons was a sign of peaceful intent

The weapons and armor are drow crafted, but bear no marks of of any house, of any craftsman and without adornment of any kind.....





He rises and sips his tea..... and then settles on a chair nearby
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In reply to Ploplol (msg # 34):

In reply to Min'OrImKakee (msg # 35):

(You do not detect any poison.)

The other dark elf replies in a young but stern voice
 [Language unknown: Al i ilomac Whewhehatreableyin] 
  The house guard moves in such a way that the short sword, basket hilted rapier, handbow, and oddly a very old bronze archers thump ring, are exposed, then waves to a table with an odd assortment of inhabitants; [Language unknown: ersithkor na linateted eriou.]  Looking at the odd creature; [Language unknown: Stiateanyons Ers Roekadli esti urder ine of con ortlintin inest artivewerate m eraomeeraugh u oveie]

Arriving at the table the original Drow gestures in turn [Language unknown: nte a Waard Pautlaietr, versanere p Es ant heoul Tiovoroutiounotiou linortpro il i rietal ica waomne, O ceen ove p atle anni romourtho us iou Linantrea ard, ect Derprenti ai, a wa Lesonsleshas pa. Tho son] gesturing to the new drow; [Language unknown: trnot ti Elchlo Herntever o cetha ne oulwasess hastioich m artstrsan.]
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Lestroniuk answered the elf: "I am called Lestroniuk. I would like to see more of this world. All the fog outside is limiting our vision. So perhaps we could leave on some kind of exploration, or even better, a journey for a well paid mission funded by a merchant or so."

Lestroniuk leaves the people at the table and goes to the message board. Reading for a while, he finally says to himself and anyone nearby:
"Ah, a merchant needs guards for the shipment to his destination, a grove. Now that seems a good mission to start.

Turning to the new drow.. [Language unknown: siica poul eenereter for aswa dinte et ichmanave iv iouromate atday llrat venis.  ca ro roti.]
 Turning the drow catches up with Lestroniuk and after he reads allowed the offer.  [Language unknown: Are waspa arsien o urmiic il niwhanario, preatithiartmen re stpo'tamiin?]

The new comer takes in the group and the casual nature of their conversation ...


Alton sets his pack on the table, attached to it is a Morningstar, he smiles and explains

Those with knowledge of weapons....

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Composed or forged cold iron

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Alton laughs at his own explanation...
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In reply to Min'OrImKakee (msg # 45):

Lestroniuk answered: "Yes, you may come with me and speak to the merchant to affiliate with the group who's going to protect the shipment. But let's see if there are more people interested in affiliating with said group."

The dark elf nods, but then, sighs; [Language unknown: Ss se re ec miman nc Ugh e Na oreromund p atngch olsom ivpr mota.  fi k uress hatartent whma hi ekli ast ss ter.]


OOC, on new cell format issues
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His task turning out to be a tad more comprehensive than anticipated Ploplol shrugged Well that's a fine turn of events don't you think Copensen. Guess a different tact will suit us better. Nudging the stallion towards the Inn. Pausing at the entry he examined a noticeboard three possibilities stood out These were

Deciding to approach this systematically the first task should be looked into. Enquiring of the first available inhabitant, for directions to the Apothecary.
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The stillness of the portals was broken as energy began to crackle, arcing and connecting each portal even as it struck like lightning, each bolt of energy seemingly becoming entangled... With a vaguely humanoid shape.

Over several long seconds, the form gree more distinctly inside the cocoon of energy, the lightning like tendrils seeming to act as umbilical cord for whatever humanoid shape that was trying to emerge. It's arms splayed as if falling from a great height, or suffering a great agony, there was a final flash before the form collapsed on to the ground, breathing raggedly. A gauntleted fist prevented the smoking, green cloaked and hooded form from lying on the ground,but it was several long minutes more before the breathing slowed and normalized, and then the armored stranger slowly stood as he looked about his surroundings.

Eyes settling on the inn, the figure patted it's pockets and removed something, stared at it before entering the inn. Looking around he approached whomever seemed to be in charge saying, [Language unknown: "O onsourtha i os ion tend fi chmiss ur hasredand Sicefi?"]

Rusty had retreated into his own mind, feeling the /pattern/ of this place. It was there. Rusty could feel the similarities to the pattern of his home, but it was different. Less regular. And difficult to sense completely, like looking at something through a swarm of fireflies. His meditation is interrupted by a creature exiting the structure he was standing in front of.

The dark-skinned fleshy said something to him. It spoke in a language that Rusty couldn't understand, though its body-language and actions seemed to indicate friendliness. Nothing in this strange world seemed unfriendly. Chaotic yes, like those fleshy adventurers he'd been following on Mechanus. Unfriendly, no. The chaotic sounds of the tavern blaring in his ears, he steps through the door and approaches the table the dark elf indicated.

When the winged lizard fleshy speaks, Rusty understands. "A task? Yes. Unit RU57-8UCK37 is ready for a task!" Finally something that made some sense.

In reply to Ru57-8uck37 (msg # 51):

Lestroniuk turned towards the metal construct beside him and said:
"Yes, a task, if you want to participate. Welcome unit RU57 etcetera! I am Lestroniuk and I would like to take you and the elves with me on the mission where we're supposed to protect a shipment. But if you would like to discuss the other messages here on the board, then that's fine with me. I'm open to all kinds of suggestions. I just like the sound of 'shipment' as it might involve sailing."

Tandon makes small talk with Hayden. If there are no specific request he will make his promises to return and begin making his way out of the inn. Before turning to go out he will ask for a little more information of one of the street urchins giving him or her a copper for the time.

In reply to Tandon Hahpet (msg # 36):

(I didn't forget you, was just doing some herbal research, is all.)