Outside the Cracked Hull tavern
Aria:
"I agree," Aria said with a nod. "Perhaps we should vacate this area as swiftly as possible. In fact, let us retire to the Pearl's Rest Inn. We can get some breakfast and discuss our interests regarding this situation. My treat..."
The entire time she was talking, the red-haired woman did not take her eyes off the gathered ruffians. The dark-robed individual garnered most of her attention and her blue eyes searched for any symbol or marking that might identify who or what they were.
OOC
I'm going to take a good, long look at the short, dark-robed figure and see what I can see.
18:43, Today: Aria rolled 34 using 1d20+19. Perception check (Dark-Robed Figure).
With agreement all around to get someplace less insalubrious, Urle, Amber, and Aria take Helena with them. But as Aria looks back, she stares carefully at the hooded figure who seems to be trying to bore a hole in them with its gaze.
The sailors and mercenaries give the three warriors a once-over, but seem to decide it would be more trouble than its worth to tangle with them, and drift back into the tavern, grumbling.
In a short while, the group has arrived back in the market square near the Pearl's Rest.
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In the market square
Davor Spiritwalker:
He held up his hands defensively to the halfling baker and gestured towards the rain cloud which had stopped somewhere in the direction of the waterfront. "You cannot just ignore an omen! There is some mystical force at work." As he said that, one of the ropes holding the awning of the stall snapped causing the awning to fall lazily. Looking up in the air at nothing in particular, Davor said: "That seems a little anti-climactic."
Returning his gaze to Jerec and the halfling, he grinned wide, his expression just a little manic, and answered the woman's question. "As I told the rude woman waving the sword around: I am Davor Spiritwalker. I am shaman from the mountains." For all his talk of omens, he seemed strangely unconcerned that the most significant one was now some considerable distance away.
The baker seems mollified by Davor's quick response. "
I've seen you lurking about the place for a while... But you've done no harm." She shakes her head, as if to rid it of uncharitable assumptions. "
For certain if you're a Spirit Walker, you know a thing or three about omens. What does that rain mean, and why did it fall here and now?"
Jerec:
Jerec looked at the plump halfling woman with a raised brow, suppressing the urge to bring his staff in front of him in a defensive gesture at the matronly woman's ferocity.
As Davor dared to face her Jerec simply nodded along and added, "Indeed, we were just staring at her because of the sudden appearance of the cloud above her head. That's not normal, though since I am but recently arrived perhaps its a regular occurrence here?"
In case she took afront at his subtle barb and started chasing him with a rolling pin, the mage hurriedly added, "We just wanted to make sure she was alright, nothing more. Can you tell us if anything like this has happened to her before, or if any odd events have happened around her in particular?"
As he waited for her reply Jerec looked at Davor and gestured in the direction where the young Helena had dashed off to. "Should we investigate and see if aught is alright? The horseman riding after her could have some ill intentions for all we know, we don't want to end up charged with aiding and abetting a kidnapping," he said wryly.
"
Good heavens, that's not normal! We petition Vogon and Obad-Hai regular as anything for fair skies and calm seas, and for certain our priests are not to lax as to forget their rites. And if the gods were mad, why just drop a little rain on poor Helena? Foundling babe, sweet as sweet, always does what she's told, always singing to pass the time, she couldn't offend a fly, let alone a god, big or small!" the baker says, throwing her hands in the air.
As Jerec and Davor are discussing, Urle, Aria, and Amber arrive back in the square with Helena in a swoon across Urle's saddlebow, pausing in front of the Pearl's Rest Inn.
OOC: Vogan is the god of rain and weather, Obad-Hai is the god of nature.