Where there was once a cozy name, now there is a name that gives a sense of power to those that enter. The Dragon's Den is not your typical establishment. This is a place where you can drown your sorrows, tell a wild tale, and then get lost in the night as you explore all the wonders of the flesh and the thrill of gambling for high stakes.

After entering through the front door, a strategically placed chime announces the presence of every customer. To the left is a lively fireplace ramping up the heat in the room with two comfortable chairs beside a table. The other seats are all lining up at the counter on the right hand wall, with a liquor shelf in the back and a door straight ahead of the entrance leading to a private room where all sorts of events take place. The left side has a mark on the wall where a display case once existed. For now, it serves as a simple reminder that all things must change. In every empty corner, a burly looking attendant is ready to deal with cheaters and violence.

In the centre of the room, several gaming tables offer you the opportunity to separate your wealth from your purses. A roulette wheel is under construction, but there are plenty of dicing tables and card tables to take part in. And if you're of such renown, well...the private room beckons!




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Malkus makes his way to the new tavern and enters the cozy structure. He saunters up to the bar and orders a pitcher of wine -3 SP, including tip.

"Oi, Malkus, my friend." Chloe swiftly exchanges the money for the wine. "What have you been up to lately?"

She looks rested, well-kept and overall in a good mood. No sign of Julius.

"I haven't been deaf to all those new adventures popping up lately. Like something about a place without snow? But I'mma lay low for a little while."

Malkus smiles gently at the girl. "I've been well; resting mostly. Things aren't too crazy here, which is good. I don't need more to look after, anyways. Keeping the road safe for travelers and protecting the town are enough for one lifetime."

He takes a few sips of wine, savoring the taste.

"Funny you should mention that - that's the job I'm enlisted in now. Hopefully it'll be a change of pace. Besides, depending one what is causing the lack of snow, it could be very important to the safety of those who live here.

He casually sips some more of the wine, lamenting that he doesn't have more time to enjoy it.

"Since I'll be working, I don't think I should take all of this with me. It wouldn't do to disgrace my order with drunken shenanigans... especially not while on a job. Would you be so kind as to enjoy some of it on my behalf? I don't mind topping off my waterskin with it, but it certainly won't hold more than half of what's left."

He expertly pours some of the wine into his waterskin, dilluting it with the clear water already inside. He places the pitcher back onto the bar, within easy reach of Chloe.

"It doesn't have to be something sinister. It could be extremely beneficial for us. A lack of snow isn't per se a bad thing. It just means there is probably a source - magical or otherwise - that is causing a warmer climate." There is a good dose of optimism in her eyes. "Try to bring it back here if you can. It might enable farming."


"You're a responsible man, Malkus." Chloe takes the pitcher and exes the rest. "It all depends on how fast you drink it." Gears visibly begin to turn as she connects her words with her actions.

Malkus tries to keep the shock from his eyes as she drains the pitcher, and ends up averting his gaze.

"I will see what I can bring back, then. Fare you well, friend."

He gets up, and heads out of the Cavern Tavern.

->>>>> to Hexia's

The chime rang out as Eithan came in the door, and took in a view of the tavern. Noticing the area for hanging coats to the left, he stepped back outside for a moment to shake clean his hat and coat, then stepped back in again - with another chime - to hang both garments together on one of the hooks.

In his wizard's robes and travelling boots - book strapped on one side, dagger on the other, and a long thin map case strapped to his back - Eithan approached the counter.

"Hello there! Could I get a pitcher of wine, please? And a few questions about Smith's Gambit, if you have the time? I'm new in town, still finding my bearings."

The young woman behind the counter smiles and says, as she fills a pitcher from a barrel behind the bar. "Sure thing! That's 2 silver. I'll answer any questions I can, but I've only been here a few weeks myself. Oh, right, I'm Chloe, by the way!"

Eithan accepted the pitcher and the cup gladly. "Another new face in town then?" Eithan looked around the tavern appreciately. "Not bad progress for a few weeks. Well done. And I'm Eithan Chandler, pleased to meet you."

He poured a cup as he continued talking. "And don't worry if you can't answer my questions. If you could even just point me in the direction of someone else who may know, I'd take it as a kindness.

"My first question is probably a bit of a long shot," he begain, pausing to take a good quaff from the cup. He made a small noise of appreciation, and topped it back up as he continued speaking. "I'm looking for a colleague of mine, name of Gabriela Hamadrell. I think she's gone out ahead of me to investigate some ruins in the area."

He paused to take another drink. "I was hoping to get a small band of adventurers together for protection, and mount an expedition to catch her up and join in the exploration of the ruins. Problem is, I don't know what Gabriela may have promised to anyone she took with her. I was hoping she may have left a message for me when she left letting me know what she was up to, but so far I haven't been able to track one down.

"I don't expect you to know all the details and such, of course. But would you happen to know if Gabriela has been in town recently, or who I could be talking to that may be familiar with any of this?"

OOC: -2 silver recorded
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Chloe thinks for a moment, then says, "Might wanna ask Mr. Smith at the town hall. He knows everybody in town, pretty much. He's a nice guy, and his door's always open."

Eithan nodded. "I expected as much. Was hoping to meet the man with a little more knowledge in hand first, but can't be helped.

"I was also curious about hiring people. I did notice the job board - it had the feel of attracting adventurers, men and women who were open to danger. That's useful, but not quite what I had in mind.

"In my line of work it's often useful to be able to hire porters - capable men and women who can carry a load, mind the pack beasts, and tend a camp while the adventurers go off to do the dangerous parts. They'd need to be capable enough to defend a camp from wild animals, sensible enough to flee with their lives intact from any serious danger with their lives intact, and honest enough to not abscond with their employer's pack animals and property in the night.

"I'm low on funds right now, so wouldn't be able to hire such individuals even if I could find them. But it would be useful to know if there are folk in town who could fill such a role, and where to find them. But I'm guessing Mr. Smith may be the port of call there too?"

"I imagine so. Probably wiser than asking my customers, anyways. At least, not while they're drinking," says Chloe.
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"Ha! Speaking as one of your drinking customers, I'll try not take it too personally," he said, a cheeky smile taking the sting out of it, pouring himself another cup.

"All right. Looks like all roads lead to Erret Smith. Makes sense given how young Smith's Gambit is.

"Last question then, and I'll let you get back about your business: Is there a library in town yet? Or a temple to Deneir, or Oghma? A repository of knowledge, available to all that seek it?"

Chloe shakes her head and says, "Sadly, no. No libraries. Only temple built so far is to Kelemvor. There's a scribe going around saying he wants to build a wizard's tower. If you suggest it to Smith, he might be willing to build one, at least, once there's someone willing to run it. I know, 'Smith, Smith, Smith...' but this is his town, and it's a small town. Not much happens here without him knowing about it."

Eithan raised his eyebrows. "Interesting. I was thinking something a bit more modest than that, at least at first. But if you think Smith might go for it, it would certainly have some potential. It would depend on the scribe's motives though. Do you know their name?"

Thinking aloud, she said, "Alex? Albert... no... Adam! It was Adam something. Skinny fellow, pale skin, dark hair."

"Adam it is. I'll be sure to mention it to Smith when I see him next... But I think it'll have to wait. The day is getting late, and I don't want the man's first impression of me to be when I'm still in my cups," Eithan said.

He produced a silver piece from a pocket, and placed it down on the counter. "For your time and attention, Chloe. Very much appreciated."

OOC: -1 sp for tip recorded

After bidding farewell to Chloe, Eithan took a seat, taking his time to slowly finish off the second half of his pitcher of wine, leafing through his spellbook and contemplating a few spells he'd been working on - still incomplete, but making good progress.

Once finished he stood up, gathered his coat and hat, and gave a friendly wave to Chloe on his way out, striking the chime as the door swung open and shut.

--> To Frosthide Inn
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Rules updated! Payouts are more regular for dice games. Are you brave enough to chance your luck?

Chelsie enters the place, sizing it up, and heads over to the counter. "I'll take a pitcher of wine, thank you."

OOC: -2 sp, and Chelsie will pay for a drink for anyone from the Under the Moonless Sky job who orders one. If you join in, please fill me in on anything else important from your patrol.

[From Town Hall]

Having followed Chelsie from the big building, Nutcracker discovered the drinking den, though this one seemed to be much quieter than he was used to. "WINE!" There was no lower tone available to him than the rambunctious satyrs that were always bringing the best stuff. Fortunately they used the common tongue when they are in mixed company so they are certain that as many people as possible know it is time to drink.

That odd outburst aside, he stood by the counter with Chelsie. There wasn't really much else going on, so he was uncertain what else to do while waiting on his drink, so it would be best to just copy her for now.

It's not long after Nutcracker make's his presence known that Wendel also enters the establishment as well. Long enough that he obviously stopped off somewhere. He no longer carries as much and is looking a little better for it. Still his skin looks like it could break at any moment but that doesn't stop him from cracking a grin at his new companions to be. He finds a spot close to Chelsie and Nutcracker at the counter and leans on it again declining the offer of wine.

"So, we go to face the fishmen and possibly a devil soon. I said I'd share what we knew so here it goes. It's not much unfortunately." The information he gives is straight forward and very clearly plays up the part of his companions while playing down anything he may have done. "There were four of us. Myself, Helga a large woman with a massive weapon, Carmen and Victor who you met at Smith's. Those two will be joining us wishes willing. It was supposed to just be a standard night patrol but as morning rose and daylight began to make itself known we spotted several individuals moving rapidly across the horizon. They seemed to be carrying something, a bundle the size of a person. They'd obviously noticed us first as two of them split off to intercept our course. Victor hailed them and Helga and Carmen moved to defensive positions. I'd been carrying torches through the night so there wasn't anything specific I thought to do right away. They responded in a language none of us knew and we assumed it to be their native tongue but since they were looking aggressive and the two carrying the bundle looked to be trying to get away our group decided action was in order... These things were quick and precise. They wielded spears and when they were without a spear resorted to fighting with fang and claw which was just as effective a weapon it seemed. With everyone's quick actions though it Victor, Carmen, and Helga were able to down the first two and a chase began. In the chase two of ours went down but we were able to recover the woman and we found her to be one of the this town's residents."

Its a lot of information and he pauses scouring his mind for anything else that could be useful. "If we have to go up against more of these fishmen, splitting them into smaller groups will probably be most effective but it may not be avoidable facing a larger group if we must interrupt a sacrifice. My one hope is that they will still be split up since we may have removed their first sacrificial choice. Oh, also they have access to some poison that can keep one down and out even while remaining alive..."

Carmen walks in, quite pleased with the changes that had been made to the decor. It was pleasing to see that the card tables had been set up, along with the dice tables. Hopefully it would start to provide a much needed distraction for the community! She looked at the bar, hoping to see many customers, but instead only saw Wendel, Nutcracker and Chelsie.

"Business will improve, I hope." she said. "What can I get you all?" she asks, heading behind the bar to take on a shift.

"Have you all played Dragon Dice before?" she asked, running through the rules.

Chelsie pays for Nutcracker's drink, trying to figure out this puzzle of a bird. "So you seem to have a gift for repeating others' words and voices. Were you out on the patrol with the others? Or did you come here from another way?"

When Wendel comes in, she takes in his story, listening intently. "That's all pretty troubling, not least that poison. If we need to split them up, then some kind of diversion would seem useful. I'm not sure what that could be; I'm still figuring out my... powers, but... well I don't see how they'll be useful for distraction."

Finally, Chelsie indicates to Carmen that she's unfamiliar with Dragon Dice, but after a little encouragement, she indicates a willingness to play for a small wager.

OOC: -4 cp for Nutcracker, and Chelsie's thinking silver pieces as far as gambling.

Much like a bird, Nutcracker cocked his head to both sides and blink as he contemplated Chelsie's words. Only his master had really called his mimicry a gift instead of a curse. "Kenku," it was the contrabass again. "Camping out in the snow," came Carmen's voice accented with a vigorous nod. That should answer all of her questions. Quite nicely, yes. Recent words were far easier to recall than older ones, but things that had been repeated enough were simple even years later.

"Played Dragon Dice," came Carmen's voice again with a shake of his head. Unless that was a phrase in this area used for drinking. Or drinking games.

OOC: Nutcracker is interested but quite on the near broke side of the gold supply.

"Ok folks, well lets just have a few games for fun. Maybe if people are playing, it will stop everybody being self conscious about being the first to try."

She takes a hold of two dice, and she places them at the top of a large tube. From the tube, out come rattling both dice down a small alley, before settling on their respective faces.

"Nice!" She says, the dice showing up a 2 and 5 respectively. "As the total comes to a seven, that means that I would have doubled my money if I had played with real money. You also win on a six and eight."

Chelsie places a few silver pieces on the counter and takes the dice. "Nine, so close... I guess I can try once more." Her second roll comes up eight. "And now I'm back where I started!" She smiles, pleased to have broken even.

OOC: As I went to roll the dice, it occurred to me you should require players to place their bets in the dice roller description (like I did here). Since you usually roll dice before writing up a post, it would be easy to roll a few times and just happen to place a larger bet on the winning roll...

07:58, Today: Chelsie Primrose rolled 9 using 2d6.  Dragon's Dice for 3 sp.
07:59, Today: Chelsie Primrose rolled 8 using 2d6.  Dragon's Dice for 3 sp.

Cocking his head curiously at the thrown cubes, Nutcracker gave it a try himself after seeing how Chelsie did it. Interestingly enough, he almost duplicated her rolls. But still no one took a drink. So this wasn't one of those games. Then again, most of the time the satyrs liked to take a drink or ten and then run around. No one was running here. Maybe they needed help. So he started to take a drink after his rolls.

OOC: NGL I did laugh when the rolls came up almost the same.
11:49, Today: Nutcracker rolled 9 using 2d6.  Emulating Chelsie.
11:48, Today: Nutcracker rolled 6 using 2d6.  Emulating Chelsie.

"Now there's the spirit!" exclaimed Carmen, watching as the two players lost, then regained their bets.

Wendel watches the others playing dice and looks like he has to hold back from giving it a go himself. There was a reason Luna handled the finances and he rarely kept any coin on his person. "I uhm, I'm going to go check on Victor. If we're really doing this we should all be at a hundred percent before we head out."

He gets up and leaves the establishment with a "See you all back at Smith's."

Carmen watches as the tavern life passes by slowly. She hadn't had a serious gambler in a long time, and the drinks....well, thankfully they were freezing cold and we'll preserved.

Where were all the adventurers returning from their patrols?

Victor wanders into the Dragon's Den having recently come in from the cold and delivering the fishmen's sacrifice to Smith for burial.

It is pleasantly cosy in here and, without the pressing need to rest ahead of an imminent sacrifice of the innocent, Victor is looking forward to a stiff drink before he turns in.

OOC: After any post Under The Moonless Sky revels Victor will wander over to the Frosthide Inn to rent a room for a long rest. -3GP living expenses for the long rest and a level up!

Chelsie follows Victor in. "So, Carmen, what do you have to warm a girl up?"

She orders a meal with wine, as well as a shot of spirits, letting some warmth sink back into her worn out body. As she starts to feel better, she takes a try at the dragon dice. "I've got 5 gold pieces here. That's right, a real bet this time. Now give me those dice!"

She rolls 9.

"Ah, so close! But fortune says not today, Chelsie!" She loses the roll, but she's still feeling warm and giddy from the spirits and the wine.

"Your turn, Victor, you roll the dice now." She looks at the paladin, waiting to see if he'll join the game.

OOC: -6gp & 7 sp for a shot of spirits, a pitcher of wine, a comfortable meal, and dragon dice.
Then Chelsie will also head to the Frosthide (-3 gp) to rest and level up.
07:59, Today: Chelsie Primrose rolled 9 using 2d6 with rolls of 6,3.  Dragon's Dice, 5 gp wager.

Victor likewise ordered a meal and a shot along with a mug of ale, and enjoys the warmth of it.

When told it is his turn Victor shakes his head, "One should only gamble if they can afford to lose, I won't be playing. You enjoy your game though."

-1gp 5sp 5cp for meal and drinks.

Carmen was pleasantly surprised to see her tavern filled up with adventurers, even if they were only the ones she had just spent the past few hours with. "Now now Victor, don't be a spoilsport. Whats a few gold between friends." she smiles and gives him a nod, as if she actually acknowledges his decision to be a fair one. "Gods, my bones feel chilled to the core but poor Chelsie looks like she's got the rattles." she says, watching as the shake of the dice is fitful and random.

"Believe it or not, the warmest place in this establishment is actually the stables. I doubt you would want to spend much time in there though. I really haven't spent much time cleaning it out lately."

She senses the need to have a few sessions with her prestidigitation spell coming on in the future to get it spick and span once more!

"Hear that Victor, you're being a spoilsport," Chelsie says, teasingly. But then her face abruptly turns very, very serious. "Actually, I admire your restraint. Gambling can get you in trouble if you don't know how to say no, so good on you! See, I'm stopping now, too, because I just lost five gold pieces. Five gold pieces! No way I can lose that every day."

She sips at her wine as Carmen talks about the warmth of her stables.

"Oh Carmen, it's plenty warm in here. Those spirits really hit the spot, I tell you! You run a nice establishment here. Perfect place to warm up after an adventure."

OOC: So it would appear that tipsy Chelsie is pretty chatty, and kind of flirty. It's sure fun to be surprised by your own character in play.

Victor raises an eyebrow at the teasing but soon laughs it off, content with the full belly and the warmth of the drink and atmosphere.

"So I missed the other night, I was a little worse for wear I'm sure you'll agree, what brings you to Smith's Gambit?" he asks the pair.

"Research! And ruins. A colleague of mine was exploring these ruins and asked for my assistance, but I couldn't find anything. Then I found out he didn't survive. When my friend Eithan decided to travel here, I decided to follow and see what I could find out."

"What about you, Victor?"

Nutcracker enters the tavern to see everyone else is there already drinking and playing dice. A hot meal did sound good after the cold journey and then a good long rest to shake the cold from his bones.

Setting down the four remaining sacks of gold on the counter, he also divided out the smaller pouch into five piles of 15gp each and then placed the single gold piece in front of each pile from the denied payment for the burial. "Take the poor soul's earthly remains, to the temple of Kelemvor, if you don't mind. Keep the coin, paying the temple ain't your responsibility." They all knew Smith's voice. "One for you, and one for each of your teammates. And this one...is to divide among you, as a thank you for returning the unused magical bolts."

Sitting down while collecting his pile of coin, Nutcracker ordered a good meal and a pitcher of wine. He slid forth a whole gold coin and refused any change. Money was useful, but a nuisance sometimes.

OOC: Everyone gets their 100gp payment, bonus 15gp each for the return of the bolts, and 1gp from the refused payment.

"I left the Order of Khepri to conquer the Rimewood and erect a temple of Lathander here in Smith's Gambit... Oh look, Nutcreacker has returned."

OOC: This is clearly not the whole story.
07:42, Today: Victor Iusticia rolled 6 using 1d20+3.  Deception: Half Truths.

Carmen smiles at the comments by Victor. "Stay long enough and you'll get your erection....what did you do? Burn down your old temple and you're starting anew as far away as you can? Somewhere so cold that your fires of passion can't do any harm?"

She thanks Nutcracker for the gold. It was curious to hear him mimicing what Smith had said, but then she also knew how well the talents of mimicry could aid her. "Such a talent for voices." she says jealously. "If only I had your talent....I could go so far."

"Anyway. On to business. Tomorrow I intend to take a stab at mapping out an unexplored area of Rimewood. It seems like all other tasks are taken so far, so if we want to earn good money that's where the action is at. We could encounter literally anything, so bring your best bag of tricks and sharpest swords. Are you all interested?" she asks.

Wendel had been mostly quiet after their arrival back in town, thoughtful perhaps. He didn't want to deny Carmen her hospitality of inviting them all back to the Dragon's Den and so found himself eating a decent meal here but still avoiding any alcohol. It had never turned out well for him before. He listened to Chelsie telling her story and noticed Victor dodging the probing questions again but stayed silent through it all. With Nutcracker's return and the distribution of coinage yet again, Wendel took his share hoping that this might be enough to along with what they'd already saved to get Luna's enterprise up and running soon.

When Carmen states her plans for mapping the unexplored areas of Rimewood he finally speaks up. "I would be interested, I've a few new things I've been thinking up that could be especially useful." He doesn't elaborate though and allows room for others to speak their minds as well.

OOC: Having a heck of a few days. Trying to get caught up.

Wendel spends 5sp on a meal.

Definitely down for some exploration!

While Nutcracker didn't particularly believe that was everything Victor planned on in the area, he also didn't particularly care unless it involved large-scale destruction of the area. The drink and meal were enough to help alleviate the chill lurking from that frigid water, but a little more rest would be good before setting out on another journey. But he was quite excited to get to explore this area more.

"Mapping out an unexplored area of Rimewood. Encounter literally anything." Even though Carmen had just said it, it was the easiest way to confirm that he wanted in. Until he had some rest and his head cleared up, repeating what others had just said was the simplest way to communicate.

OOC: 1gp deducted for food and drink from previous post.

Nutcracker rolled 9 using 2d20+2, dropping the highest dice only.  Insight w/Exhaustion

No worries, Wendel. Take care of RL first.

"I can join you for that," says Chelsie. "Maybe we'll run into more of these ruins that brought me here. But first, I will be purchasing some warmer gear."

OOC: I'll still be exhausted 1, unless the wobbly time of in town means I can take 2 long rests before leaving, but disadvantage on ability checks isn't too terrible for a day.

Carmen is again astounded at the response from Nutcracker.

"You say everything word for word perfect. Can you mix parts of prhases? Maybe we should practice some useful phrases, like "Help, I'm dying" or "Yes, that would be wonderful" or even "You look beautiful as ever today"." she says, smiling at the last one.

"Okay okay, I admit it....I just like the sound of the last one. It might never be useful."

Izayah, back in town for once rather than seemingly never-ending line-up of quests he's been on, was looking to relax. He had once thought about learning to brew himself and start up a tavern, or at least supply them with ale - but that seemed like a long time ago. And too much trouble to do and might keep him away from adventurning.

He paused inside the door and looked around slowly, his first time laying eyes on the place. He gave a half-shrug, with a quick look of "It'll do." on his face before he stepped further in. At the bar he asked, "Ale, please."

"Coming right up. Some of the best cold ale to be found on this side of the Rimewood." replies Carmen, taking the money of Izayah. "Anything new happening? Stories to be told or the likes?" she asked, hoping for some interaction between her and the newcomer.

Izayah let out a small chuckle and smiled at the asker. "Ohhh I wouldn't know where t'begin!" He rubbed a thumb on his chin a couple times, looking up and thinking. "I been deep in the Rimewood few times now. Fought some orcs, three dif'rent types o'wolves - each bigger'n more powerful'n the last ones, winter wolves're tough - water elemental thing, nasty lil' kobolds an' their damn traps, helped a fairy get home..."

He quickly held up his hands defensively. "Not all by my lonesome, mind you. I'm smarter enough t'always travel with others, an' I ain't jerk enough t'try an' take credit for things I had help with."

He paused and shook his head. "Aw, now, look whatchu did. You got me talkin' an' made me ferget my manners!" He dipped his head at her, "Izayah Hamadrell, atcher service. Don't know I've had the pleasure of a proper introduction with you, ma'am."

Victor doesn't respond to Carmen's jibe, instead content to fade into the background as the distractions of gold and newcomers arrive.

He merely smiles and nods when the others discuss exploring the environs around Smith's Gambit, indicating his interest in joining them.

Holding out her hand, Carmen introduces herself. "Carmen Diaz. Part-time barkeep, part-time adventurer, full-time bounty hunter." she replies, whispering at the last.

"Were you one of the original founders of the settlement then? It seems like you've been here quite some time." she asks.

Her eyes follow Victor as he fades into the background. Clearly he didn't want to talk about things to any great depth....

Izayah took the offered hand and shook it firmly but not with too much strength behind it. He wasn't trying to impress her with that sort of thing. His eyebrows rose up at the last 'occupation' she said.

"Founder?" He let out another chuckle, shaking his head. "I look like a settler t'you?" He winked at her and took a drink of the ale. Then he gave a shrug, "Though...I was one o'the first adventurers t'show up an' answer the call, if that's what you mean - but the town, bare bones an' maybe not deservin' o'that title as it might'a been, was already here an' bein' run by Smith when I showed up."

"About as much a settler as I, lets face it..." replies Carmen, wearing scale mail that is similar to Izayahs.

"Now come on, drink up. I'm sure you've got more than one ale in you....surely?" she says, expecting another drink from the adventurer.

Izayah cocked an eyebrow at her and flashed her another grin. "Yeah. You don't look like you settle at all."

He gave her a wry look. "Don't try t'bait me, Carmen." He fished a gold coin out and plopped it lightly down on the bar top and slid it over to her. "'Course I do. Y'want yer money, just ask. I got plenty gold AN' thirst for a few things."

He glanced around. "So you own this place or just run the bar?"

"Well, lets just say that I used to part own it, but recent events have transpired that allowed me to take on full ownership." says Carmen, somewhat cryptically.

She takes the gold piece and looks for the spirits. "What's your poison?" she asks.

Izayah watched her closely as she spoke. "Int'restin'. Vague. Mysterious." He gave a nod. "Alright then." He smiled and chuckled.

But then the smile slipped away and he pondered. "Let's go with...a pitcher o'wine an' a comfortable meal for now."

He gestured out towards the room, "I s'pose sit anywhere not already taken?" He smiled at her. "I'd ask ya t'join me, but looks like you gotta work."

Smiling, Carmen flips her hair to the side a little. "Girls gotta have her secrets now."

Putting the spirits to the back of her mind, Carmen places the order for the meal and then takes out a bottle of wine and begins to pour. "Not much in the way of customers right now. A girl can spend a little time in the company of a customer..." she replies.

Izayah watched the hair flip idly, as it couldn't help but draw his eyes, but didn't comment. He listened to her, looked around again and conceded that with a nod. Then he made an exaggerated look of disbelief, "Girl?" He shook his head with a hint of a smile on his lips. "I see only a shrewd business woman 'fore me." He blew out a small snort of amusement.

"Glad I got my cabin set up 'fore my last trip out. It's...nice t'have a home t'go to, even if it ain't that big. But good t'go home an' sleep cozy after a night o'drinkin'." He chuckled. "Easier t'remember 'stead'a tryin' t'remember which room at the inn was mine. Or that I didn't have one an' had t'pay first."

Then a thought hit him. He pulled out a gold and set it down on the counter. "Oh. Almos' forgot. My new friend Nef the Void drinker" He gave another snort of amusement at the 'title', "the goblin from arena - if he comes in when I ain't here, he gets whatever he wants up t'that gold. alright?" He gave a firm nod, indicating he was serious.

A new face entered the Inn; besides the obvious unfamiliarity it was clearly the girls first time here. Big green eyes stared around the room, peeking out from under a wide brimmed, pointed hat covered in mushrooms. She flinched as the chime above the door sounded and she stood uncertainly in the doorway for a moment before stepping inside. She gave a long sniff and wiped her nose with the back of her hand, smearing a dark streak of dirt across her already fairly dirty face. The white-haired girl looked around the room, giving an inquisitive stare to the occupants while ignoring the raven on her shoulder pecking into the side of her hair.

She approached one end of the bar, eyeing the nearby bouncer and deciding to take a few steps away from him. She leaned her fungus-laden staff against the counter and slung her pack down beside her feet. She stood quietly, seemingly muttering to herself softly. The Raven hopped off the girl’s shoulder and landed on the bar, its talons clacking on the wood as it paced back and forth. "Ekka! Ekka!" the bird squawked. The girl’s eyes widened as she looked around the room. "Quiet!" She whispered at the bird, turning back with a frown. "Kaak! Ka.." The girl grabbed the bird with one hand and pinched its beak closed with the other. "Stop it! Not now!" She admonished the bird while it indignantly flapped its wings.

"The goblin from the arena? I'd dare not turn him away on the off chance that he lay down that beating upon me!" exclaims Carmen, clearly impressed by the goblin's form in the arena. "I'm not sure if I'm more fearful of the victor though...but I do have Wendel to defeat first before I start even thinking about such things." she replies.

The bar had a new visitor, and she stood up, straightened her things, then left to serve the newcomer. Approaching her from the left, it was immediately apparrent that the new visitor must live in a house of mold or something. There was a definite pungent smell. It made Carmen wonder if there was a method for making spirits with fungus. She shook her head, wondering what on earth had made her think such things!

"Greetings traveler. We offer a place for you to rest your weary feet, take a bite to eat or quench your thirst. If you're feeling lucky, the gambling tables will help you seek thrills not normally obtainable in these parts, but if the least we can do is stable your horse and leave you to contemplate why this settlement seemed so attractive on the brochures....there's a table in the corner just for you." she says.

The raven flits back up to the girl’s shoulder as the red-headed barkeep approached. It now appeared to be on its best behaviour now it had someone’s attention. It busied itself by once again pecking into the girl’s colourless hair, picking small insects out and devouring them.

For the girl's part she ignored the bird once it returned to her shoulder. She smiled at the barkeep as she approached and gave a nod in return, "Greetings." She listen to the introduction with a slight frown of curiosity. "Thrills? No I.. No, no horse." She replied upon the offer of the Inn's services. "Brochure? I don't know."

She picked a wide, pale, green spotted mushroom from a cluster on her hat and placed it on the counter as one would usually leave a coin for a tip. "I was hoping you could help me." She pursed her lips to one side as she continued, "Are the wood around the settlement dangerous? Is it safe to camp?"

"Safe? Sure...so long as you don't mind fishfolk carrying you off to be a part of a ritual sacrifice. Never had a better nights sleep in my life. Freezing my toes off, chilly on all extremities. I'm sure it will be a real pleasant experience doll."

She looks at the green spotted mushroom on the counter. "That's an oddity if ever I saw one. Do you grow those yourself?"

The girl frowned under her hat, looking quite disappointed. It may have been the answer she expected but it was not the answer she wanted.

Her eyes lit up at the mention of the mushroom, "Oh, yes. I grow many mushrooms, fungi, moulds." She draws a thin line with her lips before continuing, "Or, well, I did. I'm looking for an area to continue my farming and studies. It's probably a terrible environment for it but if I can find darkness I can make warmth." She begins reciting in a most studious manner, "Did you know that the ale you serve is from a fungus? Yeast! Everybody in this room with a pitcher of ale is consuming fungus! It is fascinating how much..." The raven on her shoulder pecks a bit deeper into her hair, causing the girl to yelp and rub the side of her head.

Looking back to the barkeep she grins sheepishly, "Sorry, it's just a real passion of mine. If you ever want to talk about it more let me know!" She nods to the mushroom left on the counter, "It will grow if you plant it somewhere dark and moist. Otherwise you can eat it, it's very sweet, like licorice. Or cook it, if you wanted to add a flavor of shellfish to a dish."

She looked briefly to the table offered previously, "Actually, I will take that table, and a mug of ale." She tugged a beltpouch from her waist and pulled out the requires coins, placing them on the counter next to the mushroom.

Izayah had been drinking and half-listening to what was being said nearby. But slowly, of it's own volition and will, his head turned so his face was looking at the new arrival. A girl who loved mushrooms apparently. It was like a two-cart accident - he just couldn't look away.

He shook his head and spoke up, loud enough for her to hear. "No, ma'am. The Rimewood is not a nice place. Full o'wolves o'many different sorts, an' other critters an' monsters." He nodded. "An' like Carmen said...very cold."

He took a sip of his wine. "If you've got money, or...once y'get some, y'could have a cabin constructed, an' maybe a garden or..." He frowned lightly, "a...basement? Or somethin'?" He gave a shrug and started to turn back in his seat, realizing it was rude to just insert himself in to a conversation like that. He just wanted to make sure newcomers didn't just enter the woods willynilly.

"Quite honestly, the stables are free right now and they are heated. It's about as good a place as I can think of for starting a venture. I normally charge a gold piece per night lodgings, but if you want to take over the stable I'm sure we can come to an arrangement." suggests Carmen.

The girl’s eyes dropped in further disappointment as the bearded outdoorsman warned her of the dangers of the woods. He certainly looked experienced enough to know. She sighed and nodded, "Thank you. I will need to reconsider my plans." She smiled and nodded in thanks before he left to return to his table, appreciative of the offered advice.

Turning back to the barkeep she nodded, "The stables sound fine. I don't really have the gold to spare." She paused briefly, hesitating in what to say next. "I do have some knowledge of medicine and magical healing. I can brew potions and might even be able to offer tonics to cure inebriation if you needed to take care of troublesome patrons. I would be happy to help you however I can in return."

If she was going to accept the offer of hospitality then the least she could do now is introduce herself, "My name is Myre."

"That sounds like we have a deal. I often go adventuring, so it looks like stable has a new purpose and a convenient side earner for both of us. If you like, we can set you up with a sign over the top..." replies Carmen, keen to be the recipient of some of the healing supplies and special creations that Myre might conjure up.

Myre grins wide, "Sure, adventuring. I can probably help with that. I'll need some time but I can probably put something together for you." She was momentarily distracted by the thought.

"Oh, I won't need a sign." She shook her head vigorously, spores falling from her hat. "Somewhere quiet and out of the way is perfect. Not many visitors, some time to set up. That would work well."

He was mostly ignored and the conversation between the two woman kept rolling so he kept his thoughts to himself. He'd already butted in once, and that was more than he should have. It was rude.

So he turned back to his ale and waited for his meal. He couldn't help but overhear as there weren't exactly a lot of conversations or really even that much noise in the tavern right then. He idly wondered if this was going to spark some kind of merchant price war or anything between the shops that sold potions.

First post now comes with image of the Dragon's Den :)

Nef entered the tavern, wincing in pain as he carefully closed the door, so it wouldn't slam. He looked around and spotted Izayah. He walked over to the table where Izayah sat, and looked to see if it had a seat appropriate for a customer of his size (just under 4 feet, so any seat a dwarf could use would do.)

With my new map, there are stools at the bar or two armchairs beside the fire. Failing that, you’re at the gaming tables :)

Nef nimbly climbs atop a tall barstool, then clutches a sore spot in his ribs for a moment while sucking air in sharply through his sharp, black teeth. "Greetings Izayah! Apologies for my tardiness, but I had to record my experiences of the afternoon. You see, no Void Drinker ever wrote a treatise on healing magic from first hand experience. When I heard this tournament included free healing, I knew I had to join!"

Izayah smiled at the goblin when he saw them enter and approach. "Nef the Void Drinker! Yes, please, join me!" He made a motion to Carmen or a server. "Do y'want some wine? Or somethin' else? I put a gold down for ya t'drink up to."

After hearing what the goblin had to say he struggled between a hesitant smile and a frown. "I...it feels like it'd be weird t'say I'm happy t'have helped with that since I'm the one who made you need healin'." He gave a shrug but also chuckled slightly.

"Wait...so...forgive me but...Void Drinker? Is that a title that's passed on then or somethin'? I thought it was just a nickname you had."

Nef smiles, "Thank you! I will have some wine. I have to see if it lives up to the legends. No grape has grown in the Rimewood for millennia, you know."

When Izayah chuckles nervously, he laughs, "No, no! Thank you very much for stabbing me! It was very enlightening! Void Drinker is..." his face and voice sadden, "it was the name of my tribe. I am what remains of the custodians of the natural history of the Rimewood, seekers of knowledge since time immemorial. Sadly, most of that knowledge was lost when the Redfoot killed my people and burned our villages."

Accomodation sorted Myre slid the copper coins over the counter and took the ale. She left the mushroom on the counter and was eyeing the barkeep expectedly when the goblin entered the bar. Myre snorted into her ale in surprise, causing a coughing fit as she choked on her drink. She looked around the taven, hoping everyone was too involved in their own business to notice her face redden in embarrasment. 'Kah! Kah!" her raven laughed, causing her to shrink down lower.

She watched the goblin, Nef, introduce itself and sit with the outdoorsman, Izayah. Standing at the end of the counter she not-so-surreptitiously eavesdropped on their conversation, face buried in her mug and eyes watching the goblin. A few phrases pricked up her ears, 'treatise on healing magic', 'custodians of natural history'. He eyes widened as the outdoorsman said he put a gold down for wine. A whole one fifth of her fortune spent on wine!

-5cp for a drink

Izayah poured some of the wine from his pitcher once another cup was set on the bar top, sliding it over to Nef. "Oh, now, I wouldn't get your hopes too on the wine. I didn't pay for the really gooood stuff." He smiled in amusement.

As he listened to Nef speak on, the smile quickly faded. "Oh. I'm sorry t'hear about your people." He sounded like he meant it too. "That's rough. Not havin' people...I know what that's like kinda."

He looked up again and around. "But, on the other hand, there's like s'not some folk here in town that are really excited at the prospect o'that kind o'knowledge, y'might be able to...I dunno...apprentice 'em or somethin', maybe adopt some in to your tribe or somethin'."</goldenro>d He shook his head. <goldenrod>"Sorry. I'm bein' presumptuous. I don't know your people's ways or customs, so I hope I didn't offend."

He glanced down the bar at the new arrival Myre.

00:10, Today: Izayah Hamadrell rolled 15 using 1d20+2.  Insight on Myre (+2 if Perception to notice instead).

Myre continued sipping at her drink, large eyes looking over the rim of her mug. They mostly flit towards Nef as he speaks. She idly has her fingers pinching one of her ravens legs, holding it still on the counter while it pecks at her hand in irritation.

Nef tasted the wine. He looked surprised for a moment, but pleased. After Izayah finished speaking he got a faraway look, and said, "Hmmmm... adopt someone new... You lost your people, too? Perhaps, you can become a Void Drinker! I can't initiate anyone right now, though. There are things I would need, first. Of course, either way, I'd be happy to trade knowledge with others. I think I heard someone in town mention a library." Nef turned to see who Izayah was looking at. He noticed Mire watching him and said, "Don't be afraid, human girl. Those are some quite interesting fungus you have. I'm quite certain none like that grow around here. I'm Nef, and this is my new friend Izayah. What's your name?" Though the black stains covering his chin, lips, teeth and tongue made him seem scary, his demeanor was quite gentle.

So focused was Myre on Nef as he continued the conversation she had just about forgotten his drinking companion. As the goblin turned to her she once again buried her face in the mug and attempted to look elsewhere. When he addressed her directly she looked towards him with open curiosity. Her raven, free of her fingers, hopped over the counter towards Nef, 'Nek! Nek!' it crawed.

Myre failed to hide her surprise at how well-spoken the goblin was, a proper gentleman. She dropped her eyes and actually blushed when Nef complimented her fungi. "I am Myre, and I am sorry for staring Nef. I have travelled far and am not used to your kind." She apologised, bowing her head before nodding towards Izayah, "I have met Izayah, though we were not properly introduced. He was kind enough to ward me off my intentions of exploring the Rimewood."

"I also have an interest in natural history of the Rimewood. If you have a place you are staying I would love to discuss it further, I have only recently arrived and do not know the area." She tilted her head, "Or you can visit me in the stables, it is likely where I will call home for some time." She smiled, realising she had a place she could actually invite people.

"Umm... One question for now however. What is a Void-drinker?" It sounded likely to have ties to the Rimewood.

Izayah frowned and corrected himself. "Well...no...I was raised an orphan so I didn't have any family or people. Just a name. It's ain't the same thing, so don't think I'm tryin' t'compare the two." He didn't mention recent events in where he might have found his family finally either.

He smiled but shook his head. "Not sure I'm the kind o'person you'd want for history an' stuff."

He glanced at Myre and smiled. "Yer welcome t'join us, Myre. We faced off 'gainst each other in the arena an' I offered t'buy Nef here a drink or two." He nodded at her. "Yeah, I figgered buttin' in t'your conversation with Carmen more'n I did would be rude so I'd wait. I'm Izayah Hamadrell."

He had a knowing look in his eyes for just a moment, "I remember when I first showed up her, poor, hungry an' lookin' t'make money. Can I buy you a meal? Or a drink when you're done with that one?" He held up one hand. "No funny business, just payin' it forward as they say. Helpin' you out now may come back 'round in the future an' help me out. Or you'll help out others. Community. It's a good thang."

Nef puts a hand on his chest, which visibly causes pain, but his speech is calm, his voice even and strong (for a goblin) "I am a Void-drinker-- and the last one-- thus the Void Drinker. As I was telling Izayah, we keep the records of the Rimewood. Your people call us scholars, but Void Drinker sounds scary and mysterious. Very useful traits in a name, when surrounded by tribes who only respect power in the form of magic or muscle. Of course, some like myself trained to be able defend ourselves and our knowledge more directly. For all the good it does when a hobgoblin sorcerer puts you to sleep before you know he's there! Ahem... I stay at the inn. Pardon me if this is rude, but why do you live in the stables?"

Myre was not too proud to accept help, "Thank you Izayah, I would appreciate a meal. My diet lately has not been the best. I will be sure to do what I can if I can help." Mushrooms and magical berries can only sate hunger for so long. "This place is not at all what I was expecting, the people too. While the climate is harsh its people have been nothing but gracious." She did motion to the red-headed barkeep, "No meat, if you can. Anything grown of the earth is fine."

Her eyes fell as Nef spoke of his lost tribe. "I'm sorry to ask Nef. But you're right, it is scary. It's why I was curious." She nodded. He stayed at the inn, of course. "I hope you don't mind if I seek you out later, I'm sure we could interest each other with an exchange of knowledge."

At the question of the stables Myre hesitated for only a moment, "Oh, they are cheap and I don't need to pay upfront. I have only just arrived and have yet to seek employment. I've also been told that it is dangerous to camp, which was my intention on arrival. But the stables will be fine, good for my projects, out of the way, not many visitors." She nodded to the raven bobbing up and down on the counter in front of Nef, "And he can't bother anybody."

At the mention of the helpfulness of the people, Nef says,"The harsher the land, the more people need to stick together to survive it. Even the violent tribes such as the Redfoot, practice safety in numbers. Only very strong-- and often very stupid-- creatures live alone. Of course, actual kindness is primarily the hallmark of those confident in their safety. That is why Smith has earned so many allies, so quickly, I'd wager. Nowhere in the Rimewood feels safer than here. visit!"

At the request to visit, he smiles wide, a difficult sight to get used to, "I would be glad to have you visit, Myre! Understand, however, that it is not the Void-Drinker way to make a habit of giving information for free. But I'm sure you have knowledge I would be happy to trade for!"

Izayah listened, with a bit of sadness in his heart, to Nef speak. He hoped the goblin could find others to help him carry on the traditions and knowledge. It would be a shame to see such things lost. Even if they weren't really Izayah's cup of tea necessarily.

He smiled and nodded at Myre's acceptance of the meal and the smile widened as Nef asked Myre about her 'living arrangements'. Very quietly he said, "it could be worse. at least her arrangements're...stable."

The two spoke on and Izayah absently nodded to himself. Those two seemed to hit it off, though they both were seemingly fairly easy-going so it wasn't too much of a surprise.

After a moment, Izayah motioned towards his own mouth and chin. "Is it...impolite t'ask...how did your tongue, teeth an' chin get all stained like that? Part o'your...void drinkin'?" He wasn't sure if that was a thing, or maybe it was just cosmetic and meant to look scary.

"One could say that," Nef said with a chuckle, "its part of our sacred coming of age ritual. I can't tell you the exact details, but its said that once all knowledge has been recorded, there will be no void left, and we will need only to guard the knowledge, not record it. Of course, none of us really believed that. Knowledge has no end, so neither has the void. The void is ignorance, you see."

Myre beamed as Nef invited her to visit and even nodded enthusiastically as he mentioned that he would not depart with his knowledge for free. "Of course. Of course. I’m sure I know many things that would interest you."

She either did not hear or ignored Izayah's quip about her new home. She pulled a stool closer and sat as she listened to Nef in rapt attention as he explained the culture of his clan.

Izayah gave a thoughtful-looking nod at Nef's explanation. "Hmm. Int'restin'." He then inclined his head in a small 'bow'. "Still, I 'pologize fer pokin' into a secret o'your people. It ain't none o'my business." But he smiled affably when he said it.

He took a sip of his wine. "Not a bad day."

Carmen enjoyed listening to the tales of the self proclaimed void drinker. It added an element of mystery, she thought. The way he described things seemed so spiritual, a different side to the goblin species she hadn't truly appreciated.

“It looks like you found a place to call home for the moment. ” she said to Myre..“It looks like you’re a keeper if you can keep the place all tidy looking like you have done so far!”

Irsoneic rushed into the tavern, giving a bit of a shiver as his body began taking to the warmth it provided. He looked at the setup, and signs that might indicate what was offered. He hoped for dead animal, whatever variety of such existed in this cursed place. Thankfully, he'd only had to spend a few moments outside to get here.

After figuring out how things were handled here, he made to place his order, "We were told this is where we could find hot food for heating our internals. You have dead animal, yes?"

"Dead animals? Not behind the bar my love, but give me a few moments and I'll put the order in." replies Carmen, glad of the custom. "Say, you're new in town. What news of the outside world?" she asks.

"We know little of world news. Rumors, maybe. Rumors of increased power in the Shadowfel, something dark. Dragons begin to stir in places they have not been in some time, they act strange with more aggression from the colors and more timidity from the metals. Is this news? We know not. Rumors are rumors, we put faith in them when we see it for ourself."

"Interesting news indeed, though I had heard some of the same before I left civilisation. Take a seat, and feel free to learn the rules of the games. There are plenty of ways to find money in this place, or lose it if you're unlucky."

She leaves out the customary wink, fearing that the lizardman might take offense.

Irsoneic took a seat as he was told. "We've no time for games," he said to himself, while looking over said rules. Better to pass the time than sit in boredom. ~Hmm, that doesn't seem too difficult.~
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Elisar had been on his way back to Darla’s inn when he spied something new. He looked at the sign, The Dragons Den.

This looks interesting, he thought to himself, and changed his route to take him directly to the new venue. He pushed the door open and looked around, trying to identify the landlord. He spied a comely young redhead by the bar (That’s you, Carmen!) and made a beeline for her. “Good day to you, young miss, what a welcome sight you are for this weary traveller.” He offered a gentle bow and flashed her a smile. “I was hoping to trade a song and a story for a hot plate and pitcher of ale. Is your master here so I may make an accord?”

The pretty redhead at the bar almost snorted at the implication that she had a master. She ran her finger around the edge of the medallion sporting the obsidian rays radiating from the centre. The winners medallion for the recent arena tournament.

The cloak at her back almost writhed, three tentacles running over her shoulder towards the crown of the bowed head. She laughed, urging the tentacles down before the head was raised again. "Didn't they tell you? Nobody claims mastery over me so far, and all that have tried have failed."

She stopped smiling and shot back a fierce glare. "If you're here to entertain, then your food comes out your pay. And I'm nae the one who pays you. They are." she says, gesturing at the small number of patrons at the Den.

She sees the weariness on his face and the glare fades. She sighs, and draws down a pitcher of ale. "Go on lad. Sink some liquid courage and set yourself up in the corner nearest the door. At least you'll have an escape route if your singings as tired as your charm."

Recognition dawned on Elisar. “Miss Diaz? A thousand apologies, I didn’t recognise you! Though I witnessed your prowess in the tournament, I can scarcely believe that the powerful magus I witnessed there is the same radiant creature that stands before me now.”

Accepting the offer of ale (and not yet caring to chance his arm for a glass or two of wine) he nodded eagerly. “I shall regale your patrons with songs and stories to warm their hearts and loosen their purse strings, and as time allows I shall compose an epic ballad in your honour, to tell of your noble victory in the inaugural tourney of Smith’s Gambit. You shall not be disappointed.”

And then he began to perform, and for all his bluster and bravado he did a damn fine job, even if he did say so himself. The tales flowed and the tunes created a positive mood in the tavern.

16:23, Today: Elisar Moonraven rolled 20 using 1d20+7.  Performance.

Smiling, Carmen accepts the gracious words of Elisar. His tongue is surely lined with honey!

"Well, you didn't have the benefit of actually being able to see me for the final, but let me assure you it was a hard fought victory. My opponent gave as good as he got!" she explained.

After listening to the performance, she was most impressed. "You should come here more often." she said. "I'm sure it will be good for business, we could give you a regular spot."

Sai strolls through the door, absently fiddling with a silver. He places the mark on the counter. "A mug of ale, please. That should do for now. Unless you've heard anything about an Elysium Aura, or anyone who is searching for them."

Azu followed Sai, "her lovely man," to a tavern. Taverns were where she was able to shine. Now though, she just wanted to hang out with Sai. "What's next for Super Awesome Team of Destiny?"

Sai put another silver on the counter. "And one for her." He turns to Azu. "Another finding-something mission, if you're up for it. Some sort of flower or plant, I think. It pays well, and there's some magic goods in it for us. What do you think?"

Azu nodded, grinning widely. "Yes, very exciting. I still want to go and buy my bag 'o animals."

Carmen deals up the requested drinks and listens to the topics of conversation. "No, no news of the Elysium Aura. Maybe you can give me some more information so that I know what to look for on my travels." answers Carmen.

Sai sips his ale before responding.  "I don't know much more, other than that it's apparently near a fountain at the center of the Rimewood.  We're thinking of checking it out, but wanted to see if anyone else was interested in journeying with us.  Might be a bit dangerous..."  He takes another sip, considering.  "We'll head to Hexia's shop for more information.  And a bag of animals," he finishes with a smirk at Azu.

Azu clapped and grinned excitedly. "I wonder what animals will come out? I wonder if they will like me. I wonder if I will be able to talk to them. Wouldn't it be wonderful if I got a tiny monkey I could dress in a little admiral's outfit?"

Sai smiles.  "You'll need to source a good tailor for that.  Not sure if we have any around here yet."  He continues to nurse his drink, taking his time.

I'll wait around a while for anyone else who wants to join up on Hexia's quest.  Any/all are welcome!

"A quest? Normally I'd be up for it, but my friends have an excursion planned already. Maybe next time I'll be available." answers Carmen. She eyes up the pair of adventurers. "Until then, feel free to enjoy the drinks, and invite your friends over!"

Malkus enters the Tavern, letting the warmth of the room seep into his core. He makes his way to the bar and waves at Carmen.

"I'll take a pitcher of ale, please."

Malkus looks around, nodding appreciatively at the changes to the place since the last time he was here. The new owner seems to have a good head on her shoulders.

He absently places a couple silver coins on the counter in front of him as he waits

Carmen waves back, pleased to see her former finals opponent. "Absolutely, coming right up good sir." replies Carmen. At the offering of silver, she waves her hand at the paladin. "No need for coin today. In fact, let me see what I can rustle up for you." she says, pouring a jug of ale.

"Should keep you and a companion pleasantly occupied for a few conversations or so." she said.

Malkus looks conspicuously to his left and right, of which both sides are vacant.

"No companion yet," he says with a shrug. "unless you've got a break in the action, of course." He indicates the tavern's patrons.

"So," he says, reaching a tentative hand out towards her 'cloak'. "Interesting friend you've got there. I didn't get a good look at it earlier. Does he, she, it have a name?"

He pulls out a small piece of dried fruit from a trail ration, tentatively holding it out as an offering and trying not to be too forward. After all, maybe it is some sort of working animal and should be left alone.

Taking a break, Carmen pulls up a seat beside Malkus. "You must have read my mind. Time for a short break until the next customer turns up!" she says.

At some point she would hire more staff, but for now she was doing reasonably well running the show herself. At the outstretched dried fruit, a tentacle tentatively reaches out, touching the fruits edges and exploring the offered item. Without warning, the tentacle suddenly grasped at the fruit and greedily took it away to eat.

"You might want to be careful. We've come to an understanding between us, but other people handing out food like that....well, its dangerous!" warns the companions master.

Malkus flinches slightly as the morsel is swiped from his hand, but doesn't pull back. "I'll keep that in mind; I'd rather not lose a finger to it."

He nudges the jug of ale slightly in her direction as an offer to share, without being so rude as to push it into her way.

"Don't be shy on my account. The ale's delicious, but I'm not certain I'll work through the whole pitcher myself tonight. I need to be sharp in the morning so I don't sleep through the portal to Hexia's. She has another job -- something about bringing back plants -- and I'm kind of familiar with the location."

Almost snorting, Carmen takes a glass and pours herself a pint. It doesn't take long for her to have gone from full pint to half pint, then all the way down to zero. "You'll have to share your intel. I saw the job board and planned on heading out with my crew. It would be useful to have some kind of direction and local fauna and flora guide." she says.

THe reflection of the light caught the medallion she wore beneath her blouse. It really was an excellent piece of work....

"How are you finding the town?" she asked.

Alban finds the new tavern to be just as its namesake suggests; cozy.  After all the crafting and studying he's done since getting back from his last mission in the wood Alban figured it would be best to relax and unwind a bit.  As he enters the main room of the tavern Alban makes his way to the bartnder at the bar and waves at Malkus and the red-head woman he is talking to.  Hello, everyone."

Carmen notes the newcomer to the tavern and briefly sighs. "Duty calls" she says, walking back around the bar and smiling pleasantly at Alban.

"A new customer. What shall I get you before you make your way to the tables?" she asks.

Malkus nods his head sombrely as Carmen excuses herself. A smile forms on his face as he turns and sees Alban enter the Den.

"Hello, again. We were just talking about Hexia's newest job, and I think Carmen, here, is heading that way too?"

I might be mistaken...

Alban waves her back towards Malkus.  "Carmen, do let me interrupt your conversation.  Sit. Sit. Malkus has been away from civilization a while and could use the socialization." Alban says with a laughing smile.  "If you insist, a pint will do."

Sai waves to Alban as he enters the tavern.  Overhearing their conversation, Sai raises his eyebrows at Azu and nods toward the other group.  He makes his way over with a smile.  "Pardon, but I overheard your conversation.  Azu and I were just discussing that same job.  Perhaps we can tackle it together?  I am Sai," he says, extending a hand to Malkus.  He offers a friendly smile to Alban as well.

Malkus looks up as Sai introduces himself, and shakes the elf's hand.

"Nice to meet you; I am Malkus. Alban and I just got back from this fountain she is referring to, and our Dragonborn comrade was interested in heading back there too, last I heard."

OOC: Technically I'm out on adventure at this time. I intend to do this adventure with my current group when we return!

"I can't go yet until I've sourced a barmaid to replace me. I'm sure that Wendel and the Nuts will be coming along too once I've managed to take care of it.?" she replies to the query about her intentions.

She pours the drinks as required, but takes a seat opposite Malkus instead of beside him so that she can continue their conversation.

Brohm walks into the tavern, still laden from his journey.  "Three pints of stout.". Brohm rumbles to whoever is behind the bar in a deep voice like sliding rock, as he walks determinedly to Malkus' table.  "I hear you've been to some Dwarven ruins recently.". He states to Malkus' and Alban.  "I'd be interested in hearing about it over a pint or six."

Pouring himself another mug from his jug of ale, Malkus turns so that he is facing as close to the center of the ever-growing crowd as possible.

"Well, the ruins are inhabited by a large group of kobolds, although they are considerably fewer than before we started. We explored the beginnings of a subterranean complex and rooted a lot of them out, but there are more areas we haven't yet gotten to.

"If the kobolds have much of value, it isn't stored where we were. We found mostly garbage and traps.

"Aboveground, there are a lot of walls and partial structures, but we didn't notice other chambers. There was no trace of living dwarves."

Taking the required six sp from Brohm, Carmen stood up from her stool and poured the ale as needed. She leaned in to listen as Malkus told the tales of the dwarven ruins. It might come in useful sometime...

Listening to Malkus relay the tale of their last adventure Alban nodes in agreement.  "The ruins above ground appear to have been a small town or city made of stone, but the stone making up the ruin buildings was worn down so much by weather and the elements it must have been abandoned several 100 years ago at least."  Alban points a finger towards Malkus to emphasize a point; saying. "Malkus is correct about the kobalds.  We routed them out of the their warren, but didn't kill them all in the attempt.  Going back we probably will have to fight them again just to get to the lower levels of the underground complex.  We didn't go any deeper, but the stairwell leading further down had a stink and feel of death itself.  Now, that I think about it.  Gabriella never did tell us where in the complex she was captured or what happened to the rest of her team?  I doubt seriously a group of kobolds captured a spellcaster like her."

Alban pauses for a moment to glance around at the others listening to his tale and then turns towards Brohm.  "Say Brohm.  Have you ever heard of a place called Troxis?  The name came up in some dwarven research from the complex I was working on, but for the life of me can't figure out where or whether if it exists."

"All the more reason to sweep those ruins. We don't need an unknown enemy that close to Smith's Gambit. Better that we cleanse the tunnels. Plus, when we came back to the surface, don't forget something had investigated our camp while we were away, so we'd best be careful," Malkus responds to Alban.

He pours a final mug of ale and turns warmly to the dwarf.

"I am Malkus; I don't believe we have met. Is it safe to say that due to your lineage, your interest in these ruins is more than simply academic? I am not sure how well I can answer your questions, so perhaps you should join us. A journey of a thousand words is worth more than pictures. As long as Alban, Azu, Sai, and Wightvane don't ob... Wightvane isn't here," he muses, glancing around. "Well, I'm reasonably certain he'll catch up with us."

Wightvane stepped inside through the front door. "There you are. I'm afraid I got a bit sidetracked. I need to stop by Hexia's shop to retrieve my spear, but I am otherwise ready to depart."

"I have not heard of Troxis before.".  Brohm replied to Alban.
I am Brohm, of Clan Stonehelm,of the Guild of Wayfinders.". He replied to Malkus'.  "I have just come from exploring the Rhimewood.   These ruins are worth seeing.". He addresses Carmen next "Are you interested in purchasing a map of the Rhimewood I have explored so far?"

"Now that we've all found each other, let's plan on taking the next portal to Hexia's. Aside from Wightvane's and my loose ends to wrap up, now would be a good time to finalize any remaining business in town."

After draining his last mug of ale, Malkus bows very politely to Carmen. "Thank you kindly for the hospitality, milady. I look forward to spending many more hours here in your company."

He makes his way out of the Tavern and heads towards The Melting Pot.

Sai takes his time finishing his pint before moving to join the others, apparently not having anything more to do.

I'm guessing we join up in Hexia's shop thread?

With no other specific business of his own, Wightvane set off toward Hexia's portal to await the others on the other side.

Azu followed along behind Sai. He was so good at keeping her from being bored!

"Always a pleasure my honourable friend." replies Carmen to Malkus as he departs.

She sees Azucondie enter and double checks herself before looking again. It was certainly an unusual appearance! "Good day to you. Can I twist your arm and pour you a shot of anything?" she asks, hoping that the clown loves the hard stuff.

Carmen had been pre-occupied with other things, and she recalled that Brohm had indeed asked her a question. "That would depend on the cost of this map." she replied.

"125 gold.". He replies, his gravelly deep voice firm.  "Smith will supply the maps that he has purchased without cost.". He grudgingly states, in the interest of full disclosure.

( OOC:  Sorry it took so long.  I needed answers, and forgot to respond once I got them. )

"A touch over my budget I'm afraid, but what's the benefit of purchasing direct from yourself?" asks Carmen, curious to the advantage of being 125gp shorter than if she went to the mayor.

"Smith did not purchase all of my maps.  If the other person he hired to explore that territory does not return, you will already have a map he has not purchased.". Brohm replies, his gravelly deep voice firm.  "If you hire me to do an Expedition, you are the first one to get the maps.  Expeditions, cost more."
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"Even for me thats a bit much right now. " replies Carmen. "Hopefully I'll have some coin shortly, but it's been an expensive month." she claims.

----> From the Frosthide Inn

Elisar entered the tavern, smiling warmly at the many faces he saw. Some he recognised, others were new, but all received the same friendly greeting. He looked around the room for a moment or two then headed over to the counter, spying a familiar shock of red hair. "Miss Carmen, it is good to see you again. Pray forgive my untidy appearance, my companions and I have been into the wilderness for several days and I have not yet had time to properly freshen up since our return. I seek Master Honeywhisper, I have news for him. Good Mistress Darla said he was performing here tonight and I was hoping to catch him before he commenced. It is a matter of some importance to him. Do you know where he is?"

Once inside the door, Tusk knocks off what snow he has accumulated in the short trek from the Frosthide Inn. He joins his companion at the bar, waiting with an expectant look in his eyes.

"Right now, I am unsure." replies Carmen. "I have to admit that I'm wondering that last part myself." she adds.

Mopping up some of the latest alcohol to have dripped upon the bar, she smiles at the two entrants. "Care for a drink while you wait?" she asks expectantly.

"A glass of wine would be most welcome if you have any," Elisar answered. "This is most puzzling. Mistress Darla assured us he was performing here tonight. Tell me, Miss Carmen, when did you last see good Master Honeywhisper?"

Izayah flashed a smile at Carmen, "Always a pleasure t'see you, Carmen."

But then he frowned with the news that their quarry was not in the location either. He was starting to get a bad feeling. Hopefully it was nothing.

"Anyone know if he has a residence in town? Or he just stay at the Inn?"

Tears enters the tavern rubbing her hands together and blowing on them, having forgotten to put on her gloves for the short trip over from the inn.

She takes a few moments to warm up before once again doffing her cloak and heading over to the bar to join in the conversation.

"Wine please," she manages through a small gap in the discourse, otherwise not interrupting and being content to listen.

Just as the adventurers enter the Dragon's Den they see Carlton walk up to the bar from the back of the room. "Evening friends. I see you lot made it back in time to see me perform eh? And what of my friend? Is he here with you? Ah I always perform my best for him." Carlton looked around eagerly and then his eyes fell on Elisar. He sees the expressions on the faces of the adventurers and his disposition drops. "Where...? Where is he?" A look of sad concern washes over his face as he awaits his answer.

Spying Carlton at last, Elisar beckoned him over and shook his hand warmly. "Good Master Honeywhisper, we have indeed returned from our expedition. We have news for you. Please, sit awhile and let us give you the details."

He gestured towards a free table and took a seat, and then waved at one of Carmen's serving staff to bring a round of drinks. "As I said, news we have indeed. Alas, not good tidings, but also not truly bad tidings either. We did indeed find your friend, Master Finestar. He was by a tree to the north of here, deep in the Rimewood; a mighty feather tree known as the Pillar of the World. Alas his body was broken and lifeless."

He paused for a moment before continuing. "But his spirit lived on. He had separated his spiritual self from his body, so we conversed together. He had made peace with the world, and was ready to transcend to the heavens. He just needed some help to make that final step. We assisted as best we could, helping him finish his final song. At the end he was happy, and asked a boon of me. He asked that I sing his final song for you, so that you might sleep more easily knowing that your old friend is at rest. I agreed, and with that his spirit rose up into the heavens, free of the shackles of mortality. We buried his body at the base of the feather tree, so he may live on in its mighty bows."

He held up the lute that Finnious had given him. "He gifted me his lute, a fine gift indeed. I hope that I will prove worthy of such a generous offering. If it please you I would like to accompany you on it tonight. We can play his final song, and then make merry to honour his memory. I do not think he would wish you to mourn his passing, but rather to celebrate his life and your friendship."

He glanced at his companions, happy for them to add further details that he may have missed.

Carmen had been waiting for the bard to get changed, and before she could answer, Master Honeywhisper had arrived and was talking with the others. She kept silent as they exchanged stories, not trying to eavesdrop.

Izayah laid a hand on Carlton's shoulder and gave it a reassuring squeeze. "Take heart, good sah. He gave you a gift before he left, an' gods willin', you'll see him again some day."

He then stepped back and leaned his back up against the bar, waiting.

Tiria merely nods her head as the others speak, gladly sipping her wine.

OOC: How much for the wine Carmen?
-2sp pitcher of wine.
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Maybe a reminder post :)




Where there was once a cozy name, now there is a name that gives a sense of power to those that enter. The Dragon's Den is not your typical establishment. This is a place where you can drown your sorrows, tell a wild tale, and then get lost in the night as you explore all the wonders of the flesh and the thrill of gambling for high stakes.

After entering through the front door, a strategically placed chime announces the presence of every customer. To the left is a lively fireplace ramping up the heat in the room with two comfortable chairs beside a table. The other seats are all lining up at the counter on the right hand wall, with a liquor shelf in the back and a door straight ahead of the entrance leading to a private room where all sorts of events take place. The left side has a mark on the wall where a display case once existed. For now, it serves as a simple reminder that all things must change. In every empty corner, a burly looking attendant is ready to deal with cheaters and violence.

In the centre of the room, several gaming tables offer you the opportunity to separate your wealth from your purses. A roulette wheel is under construction, but there are plenty of dicing tables and card tables to take part in. And if you're of such renown, well...the private room beckons!

Tusk remains silent at the end of Elisar's story, having nothing to add as an embellishment to the tale. He glances about the establishment, but at this point is singularly focused on completing his current job.

[From Jessop's Goods]

Seeing as how he was in town and the place seemed to be a little more lively than the last time he visited, Nutcracker entered the tavern and took a look around at who was filling his internal library of sounds. "Wine! Good food!" came a rambunctious voice that had already clearly had too much of both, but also did not seem to fit the small birdman spouting it. Taking an open seat where available he takes it upon himself to make an introduction to anyone who didn't already know him. "Nutcracker, a skilled hunter," in the familiar (to some) jovial contrabass.

OOC: Buying a pitcher of wine and meal. -7sp

"Ah, I suppose you're right, though it doesn't quite vanish the tears from my eyes. He was a good friend indeed!" Carlton lifted his drink in the air as if he could reach Finnious, tears in his eyes, but a smile on his face. "And one heck of a fellow bard! To you my dear friend, may you find peace on the other side playing for the best courts in all the afterlife. To Finnious!" Carlton downed his drink chug after chug until he slammed the empty goblet on the surface before him. "Thank you my friends. You have done me a great service, but it is not without its reward as promised." Carlton pulled a sizeable pouch from his waist. "Here it is as promised 100 gold for each of you."

Tiria pats the bard on the shoulder and raises her own drink to join in his toast, "To Finnious," drinking deeply though not quite as enthusiastically.

Upon receiving her reward she sticks around long enough to finish her pitcher of wine before wishing the others a good night and wobbling off for the Inn.

Graciously Elisar accepted his reward, wishing that the news had been better but glad that they had at least resolved the mystery. He joined Carlton and anyone else who stayed for a night of revelry, singing and playing until the small hours. As promised he played Finnious' final song for Carlton, as well as many other tunes both bawdy and epic. He swapped songs and stories withe the Halfling, and promised to add the newly acquired verses to his repertoire.

When the night was done he retired to his room at the Frosthide, as drunk as a sailor but with more fine stories to tell.

----> To the Frosthide Inn

Tusk accepts payment and carefully counts it out, before giving Carlton a slight smile and a nod.

"Thanks for your patronage. Even though 'revenge' is a service that I typically charge for, consider these wolves as 'on the house'. If you ever have anyone else that's been giving you trouble, don't hesitate to look me up."

With that, he heads to the Inn for a well-deserved rest.

---> back to the FrostHide

Izayah accepted the reward with a small nod, and said "Thanks. Holler if you need anythin' else, but otherwise I hope your evenin' ends on a high note." He wasn't usually ones for puns or jokes like that but he did it anyway.

Then he smiled and nodded at Carmen. "Always a pleasure t'see you, Carmen."

He drank a bit before retiring to his cabin.

Alban enters the Dragon's Den tavern and looks around for the barkeep or owner of this establishment amongst the usual patrons.  He walks over to the bar to get the barkeep's attention.

Carmen looks over as Alban enters the tavern. Things had been quiet lately, but she had kept herself busy.

"Fine time for a fellow like you to be seeking a drink. What will it be?" she asks.

Smiling at her familiar face Alban waves off the offer in embarrassment and explains.
 "I fear the drinking will have to wait. I am looking for someone who goes by the name of Khaaven. Erret said they like to gamble here. DO you know them?"

He pauses for a moment and continues.  "Rumor has it that you also have a side hustle crafting and selling spell scrolls.  Is this true?"

OOC: Khaaven is the warforged who has been playing cards at one of the gambling tables.

“I would say that my side hustle is maintaining this tavern more than anything. Crafting scrolls is certainly possible, but I’ve not had much call for my talents in that area so far.” replied the sorcerer.

She points out the war forged playing cards.

“Thank you, Carmen. I’ll go introduce myself then.” Alban pauses and continues. “And if you are in the market I would be interested in a few spell scrolls that a wizard can learn. Just let me know.”

Alban then walks over to the warforged playing cards at one of the tables that Carmen pointed out. Once a hand finishes Alban approaches the warforged and asks, “I am looking for Khaaven for a scouting mission into the Rimewood. Are you interested in joining our party?”

"Ah! You're the apothecary, right? I haven't been out of town in awhile. I've been caught up in these games of chance. But I am in need of more gambling money! So if there's a cash reward, sign me up!"

Hearing the warforge’s enthusiasm Alban chuckles under his breathe Alban replies, “Erret is willing to pay us a tidy sum to each person on the mission. It’s a 2 day journey and 4 days back to the settlement.  Hexia will help by teleporting us halfway there. When would you be ready to go?”

The warforged stands gathers his belongings, and says, "I'm ready when you are!"

Alban nods in approval at the enthusiastic warforge before home.“Then let’s be off then to Hexia’s Shop.  She has the means to cut our travel time in half.”  With that declaration made Alban waves towards all of his companions to follow him out of the tavern; briskly walking towards the portal to Hexia’s shop.

Khaven follows the gnome through the portal.

A hulking shape filled the doorway of the tavern, blotting out the light of the door before materializing into the now familiar form of Verbannt. The enormous Bugbear had been gone from the village for many days, but had at last returned shortly before the raid against the Burning Stag. Folk had seen him at the outskirts of town, where his home had been built, running with a pack of wolves that he had evidently tamed. He had largely kept to his own company, perhaps still uncomfortable with these folk, or perhaps lost in his own confidences, but it appeared that he had at last deigned to return to civilization. He didn't exactly look the part, dressed in his studded leathers, with the ram skull on one shoulder and the dire wolf's on the other. The bow in the quiver at his side seemed almost comically small, though those who had fought with him could give testament to the deadliness with which he wielded it.

"Who is the Matriarch of this house of ale?"

He asked as he stepped through the door, his voice a rumble more akin to an avalanche than human words. He was evidently more confident that he would not be stuck full of arrows on sight now that he had met more of the villagers, for he moved towards the bar without waiting to see the reaction he drew. This place had attracted more curious creatures than he had ever thought to see in his lifetime, and he no longer felt quite so out of place in his skin. At least, so long as he was wearing his skin.

Carmen is just a touch behind Lukas, having a small bit of business to accomplish before she returns to her establishment. "Well, I'm the owner, but we do have a small number of staff who may be better equipped to assist you. Are you tired from the fighting? Perhaps an ale or two to get you started?" she suggests.

Verbannt did not startle, for his ears were keen.

"My apologies, it has been a long day, I do not recall your name, or if we have even met."

He rose to his full height, his head almost brushing up against the cieling.

"I am Verbannt, and I would have ale, if you would have me here."

He was pretty sure he was welcome now, but it never hurt to ask.

Izayah was tired after the assault, and all the sneaking around his part had entailed before the main fight. He almost wanted nothing more than going to his cabin and crashing in to sleep. Almost. He was still a bit wound up and needed to relax a bit more. He figured an ale or two before bed would hit the spot.

And he wouldn't mind seeing Carmen again if she were there. She had been pleasant enough company to talk to, and was easy on the eyes if he was being honest.

He walked in and up to the bar with a grin. "Howdy, Carmen. Long time no see, I know." He shrugged, still smiling. Then nodded at Lukas. "I'll buy his first ale if he'll let me, along with one fer me - hell, one fer you too if you'll drink with us! Need t'unwind a bit." He then added, "But no worries if not. Don't wanna intrude."

Somewhat tired from the battle, Tusk's decades of conditioning kept him from approaching exhaustion. He entered the pub without fanfare, his frame dwarfed by those ahead of him.

The frost on his maille began melting as the warmth overtook him, and the droplets left dark marks on the floor as the wood tried to absorb them.

He quietly stood near the entry, waiting for those in front to find a seat and having every intention of joining them.

"I would, though I would know why you honor me so."

Verbannt answered, immediately moving to join the man. This was the first time they had fought together, as far as he could recall, though there had been so much fighting in the last few months that it was all starting to blend together.

"Sure, that's easy enough. A few mugs of ale? And absolutely delighted to have you here Verbannt. All are welcome, but just like anybody else the same rules apply. Start tearing up the place and we will have to have words." she says.

She smiles politely. "Not that I expect you to act so poorly of course."

OOC: Probably a good time to repost the price list.




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Izayah winked at Carmen. "Great service, delicious tastes and a beautiful view. Can't beat it here." He set five gold down on the bartop. "This oughta buy drinks for others too."

He looked at Lukas, and then noticed Tusk behind them. He nodded and smiled at Tusk. "Howdy! First round an' likely more're on me."

Turning back to Lukas. "Ain't nothin' strange. I'm a friendly guy mosta the time, an' I'm celebratin'. Even if I wasn't, I'd buy you a drink since we don't know each other, an' sharin' a drink t'gether's a good way t'get t'know people better."

He headed to a larger table and sat down. "Whether you wanna sit down with us or not, your first ale's free regardless." He let out a chuckle.

Verbannt sat down at the table, seeing the others begin to walk in and making sure there was room for them.

"You have been here since the beginning."

It was a statement, not a question.

"Yet we have never ranged together. I am Verbannt."

He eyed the man's longbow, nodding appreciatively.

"A hunter then? What do you feel towards wolves?"

Never one to turn down a free drink, Tusk places another 3 gold next to Izayah's stack.

"Much appreciated. When those run out, this should cover the rest. Barkeep, do you have any stout? It's a little like ale, so if that's all you have, I'll settle."

Finally, he isn't short on coin, and can carouse a wee bit. He follows the others to the squat table, taking his place on one of the low benches.

He looks over the man and his larger companion, a veritable giant with goblin-like features.

"That trick of turning into a wolf is pretty impressive. Would that we had some of your kin, the campaign against Varna would have been measured in days rather than months. Is that a part of your blood, or payment of a kind?"

"I stole the curse of Skinwalking."

Verbannt answered the man bluntly, taking a pull from his mug. It looked tiny in his enormous mits, but his massive fingers were dextrous.

"Stolen from the blood of Tidelan Wavyrus, who walks with rage."

He added.

"We have have words, and come through stronger for it."

His accent was strange, clearly of the Southern tribes, but he sounded almost surprised by the revelation.

"Skinwalking, eh? Curious term. Sounds quite peculiar to have your skin walking all over the joint." replies Carmen. "Me, I prefer to let my feet do the walking."

She brings a large tray to the table, loaded with all of the alcohol that had been ordered. There was no stout, but the ale was decent. "If there's call for it. I'll see what we can import." she says, touching the crystal that she had bound at her neck.

As Carmen walked, her cloak flowed behind her, tendrils seemingly touching some of the tables as she walked past. Those in the know knew that Flint was her constant companion, hanging from its resting place upon her back. Several small pouches hung from Carmen's belt now, clearly new additions to her equipment.

Izayah couldn't help it. He burst with a big belly laugh at Lukas' question. He slapped the table once as well even. "Oh. Oh man. See, we just met, but if ya knew me, that'd be funny s'hell." Still grinning and trying to stem the chuckling. "I been out on quests several times now, since I was one o'the first batch of adventurers that come up here. Aside from, I think, one mission? Every single time, I got attacked by wolves, dire wolves, WIN'ER WOLVES. I mean, it's like I attract 'em or some'in! It's crazy!" He let out another, but smaller, laugh and shook his head.

He then shrugged, calming down. "I don't harbor no animal ill will, though. I only kill 'em if I need meat or they attack me."

He listened to the conversing about wolf transformation and skinwalking. "That's damn cool. Wish I could do it." Then he hung his head and started laughing again. "Sheeet. Actually, knowin' MY luck with wolves, they'd be comin' after me for some OTHER TYPE'o action, male an' female BOTH!" He let loose another belly laugh and leaned back in his chair.
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Tusk seems unusually thoughtful as he listens to Verbannt, sipping at his ale. If agitation is present, he hides it considerably well.

"Interesting that you find it a curse, as it seems like a boon in the right hands. Still, even with the same end, not all means are the same."

The man continues listening to Izayah regale his wolf-stories, chuckling as he does, although his eyes widen slightly at the last line.

With a degree of mirth imparted by the ale, Tusk laughs boisterously. "If I find myself afield with you, hunter, I shall keep an eye out for their kind."

A giant of a person ducks through the door, almost crouching to admit his 8' tall frame.  Standing inside the shop, his head sucked to avoid the rafters, he booms out.  "I am looking for the keeper of this Hall.".  His deep voice filling the space.  He wears a suit of chitinous plates reinforced with metal.  They seem to have once belonged to a pair of centipedes of massive size.  Across his back is a maul, and a sheaf of 5 javelins.

"I be she, unless you're looking to kill me, in which case I'm just a humble bounty hunter." replies Carmen from her seat with Izayah and the others.

"Then perhaps a pack of trained wolves is not for you."

He said, the low growl that accompanied his words only revealing itself to be a chuckle on the last notes.

"But will it not be beautiful to see them hunt by my side?"

This question he directed to Tusk. It was possible that they had already seen him at the edge of town in his homestead, training the quartet of wolves that he had brought back with him from the woods. It was even possible that they had seen him with his new prize, the fledgling, though their eyes would have needed to be sharp indeed.

"Perhaps the word 'curse' is not right."

He added, staring into his ale.

"For it is one I sought to claim for myself, even though I had previously been found unworthy. I did not have it within me when first I tasted the blood, but Tidelan's blood woke it within me. He is stronger, I would think, being a Warrior."

He bared his teeth.

"I am a Hunter, but I am something else too. I am still walking that path, and do not truly know where it ends."

He paused when Sovok entered, staring at the being who stood taller even than he.

"I will have a pitcher of mead Hallwarden.".  He states boldly, then spying Lucas his expression turn guarded, having not seen him in the fight.  "You have a prisoner?  Or do you need that one slain?". He states to Carmen, his broad hand seeming ready to grab his maul.
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Tusk takes in Verbannt's words thoughtfully, working his way through his drink. "However you came by it, it's a useful trick to be sure. I have little notion of a man's worth, save how he treats others and performs his job. Perhaps you just weren't ready before."



Tusk looks up at Sovok's sudden arrival.
"I know what you're thinking, but I'm a guest here, same as you. Now's the time for celebration, not making fun of the little guy. Why don't you pull up a really ... high chair and join us?"

Izayah grinned at the group but did listen to what was said, not just waiting for his turn to speak, but genuinely wanting to get to know new people over a drink. He chuckled and shook his head at the 'trained pack of wolves'. "T'each their own."

When the 'giant' came in, he idly wondered if trouble were apart to start, so one hand drifted down to the hilt of one of his rapiers under the table. But he kept the other on the table and took a swig of his ale.

He sighed at Sovok's possible racial assumption, unless it was a joke and he and Verbannt were friends, but Izayah didn't really know either of them to be able to tell that. He wasn't sure where things were going with the new arrivals and the people at the table with him, so he stayed ready.
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"Be at peace, Craig Guardian."

Verbannt said to Sovok, using a title of respect from his kind to the Goliath.

"Your maul and my fangs drank deeply of Red Foot blood together."

Verbannt had seen the massive warrior during the fight, albeit only briefly.

"Now is the time for drinking, and for plans."

His eyes tracked back to Tusk.

"Should you wish it, Tidelan bore me no ill will for taking what the Red Foot had spilled. If you wanted to seek to claim Skinwalking for your own, you could ask him for a trial."

The words were strange, but it was clear Verbannt had meaning to them.
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"Then we will need more MEAD!". Sovok bellows enthusiastically, seemingHallwarden bring forth the MEAD!  We FEAST tonight!". He bellows at Carmen, laying down a fistful of gold coins.  "And bring a fresh pig set to roast!"
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Tusk was typically pretty resilient to such things, but even he recoiled a bit at the suggestion of consuming Tidelan's fluids, even if the act offered the possibility of the kind of power displayed by Verbannt. The Genasi had always seemed a little extra moist to the mercenary, which made the task seem both potentially easier -- and more revolting -- all at the same time. Perhaps the bugbear had it in him; Tusk did not. He certainly ate his share of flesh, but eating part of something sentient seemed to him to be somehow unwholesome. People could create, and reason, and philosophize (especially Tidelan!). People had recognized the gods, and developed ideas about Creation: the origins of everything.

Tusk just couldn't rationally even consider such an act as drinking the blood of his fellows.

"Your offer is kind, but I think I shall pass. I'm not certain how his gifts would combine with my own, and I'd rather not find out. It is enough that you are on my side now, I suppose."

He finishes his ale, and orders a second.
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Izayah slowly, and casually, pulled his hand away from the hilt of his sword as things seem to calm down. But he frowned and leaned back a bit instinctively as Sovok kept yelling. He looked over at Carmen and smirked, "Yeah, Hallwarden. You heard 'im. Mead." He smothered the chuckle that emerged from his mouth and took another drink of ale.

He gestured towards the table, "Would y'like t'join us, er...sorry I don't know yer name." He stood and held out a hand. "I'm Izayah Hamadrell."

"I am Sovok, small man!". The near giant booms out, his voice seeming friendly.  His hand completely engulfs Izayahs' as he grips the man's hand.  "I will sit at your table!". He states, dragging over two chairs to fit his body.  He sits upon them, and odd site given his size, and the much smaller size of the chairs.

Carmen shakes her head at the request for mead. "No mead here yet. Give me time, I'm working on it!" she replies. "All we have right now is ale and wine. I hope to have a supplier for mead and stout arranged once I can use my crystal to good use."

She does grab more ale to place on the table, and she sits with the others.

"That battle was intense! I wonder what the mayor has planned for us now that it's over."

Verbannt moved a chair aside so that the Goliath could take a seat next to him. Sovok was larger than the Bugbear, but not that much larger. The Bugbear's physiology meant that he always had a bit of a hunch, and so rising to his full height he would still be a few fingers shy of the newcomer.

"There is no other side for me, for I am Verbannt."

He answered Tusk, and for those who spoke the Goblinoid tongue the name made sense.

"We forge our own path. For me, I seek to build on what has started here. Goblin tribes unified against the Red Foot? Such is the path, if we wish to walk it for generations. Unify the tribes, so that we have strength."
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Izayah blinked a few times in surprise, then slowly shook his head. "Y'know. That's the second time I been called 'small' by someone. Ain't never happened 'fore I came t'the Rimewood. I know I ain't too fond of it, an' most people don't care t'be nicknamed offa physical dif'rences like that."

He sat back down and drank a bit more ale. He looked at Carmen, "At one point I thought 'bout learnin' more 'bout brewin' an' selling liquor in town but..." He gave a shrug. "I ain't here enough. An' truth be told, I LIKE bein' outside o'town more often'n not."

He smiled then, in response to her question about the mayor. "Hopefully some'in' more excited'n guard duty, for me at least."

"There are Ogres in the wilds."

Verbannt rumbled a low and guttural growl, and it took them a moment to realize that he was laughing.

"My pack and I found one and brought it down."

It appeared he was dead serious about the pack of wolves then.

"I do not know if there are more, but a whole tribe would prove dangerous. We will need to know, when my fledging is ready I will find out. It will be many months though."

Tusk nods soberly at Izayah.

"As you'd expect, it happens to me more than I'd like to admit. An uppercut or two usually does the trick. Failing that, I bite their ankles!"

His raspy guffaw cuts through the Den's atmosphere, before he gulps down some more ale.

"Ogres, eh? Been years since I've seen their kind, and longer still since I saw them in the wilds. I was barely a man then, not much more than a lad."

His eyes go distant, focusing on some far-off memory rather than anything in actual view. He shivers in spite of the Den's warmth.

"Saw it rip the arms off one of my brothers-in-arms before we were able to put it down. They can be a bit... feisty."

Verbannt bared his teeth, as close as he could come to a smile.

"Four wolves, and I wearing the skin of a Direwolf. It was a Hunt, not a fight."

Izayah hesitated with the turn of the talk, and the assumption made. His eyes shifted to one side and then down. He cleared his throat. "...Yes. An Ogre. How'd you know?"

He kept to himself who had REALLY been the last being to call him small. And the fact that it had been a female.

He quickly changed the subject, "I wonder if there'll be more arena battles soon where Carmen can kick my ass again." He grinned at her.

"Too small to be a Giant, didn't grow back when I tore his throat out like a Troll would."

Then it was Verbannt's turn to be uncomfortable.

"You speak of the fighting pits, yes?"

He shifted in his seat, clearly not liking the change in subject, but not speaking of it either.

"I think the arena is an area where there are smarter people at play these days. Victor himself grows much stronger by the day, and I'm sure that one lucky hit will down me in an instant." replies the bar owner. "In any case. Erret is keeping me busy with bounties of late. It shouldn't surprise you, but this settlement of his has attracted a substantial number of lowlifes in recent times!"

Izayah frowned a bit and then rewound the conversation in his mind. "Ohhhhh. You were talkin' 'bout what might be out in the wilds t'fight. Gotcha." He shook his head. "Misunderstood the conversation. My bad."

He then shrugged. "If you don't like the arena, no worries. Just a mostly fun way t'test one's self in a non-lethal way."

He glanced at Carmen and his eyebrows went up. "Criminals? Here?" Something about the way he said that was suspicious. "You helpin' keep 'em in line or some'in'?"

After his fifth or so mug of ale, Tusk stands up from his bench.

"You lot have a good one. I'm not as young as I used to be, and I'd best be calling it."

He makes his way to the door, and heads outside. Before it closes fully, a loud belch can be heard.

to the Inn

"I will enter this pit of fighting, and see what you small folk can do!". Sovok states belicosely, as he down a tankard of ale, and pours another one.

Tiria enters the tavern, quickly shutting the door on the cold outside and stamping her boots on the wooden floor to clear them of the loose snow and mud. She steps aside and makes an arcane gesture which causes the mess she just made to dry, shrink, and then disappear as though it had never existed.

Looking over to Carmen she gives a friendly nod and moves over to the table to come up behind Izayah from his left, resting a hand on his shoulder with a gentle squeeze.

"That was quite an adventure, eh?"

She looks at the various drinks on the table then catches Carmen's gaze.

"Can I get a meal and a pitcher of wine for me and a round of shots for the table, love? One for you too, if you have the time to join us."

She takes a seat without being invited and grins mischievously at the massive bugbear and goliath across the table. "I know this little man here," she laughs as she nudges Izayah, "but Burning Stag was the first time I have really seen you two  around. I am Tiria Nailo but most call me Tears, what do I call you gentlemen?"

"I am Verbannt."

The Bugbear answered, his voice low and rumbling. If she spoke the Goblin tongue, there was perhaps meaning there, or perhaps there was not. Strange lands led to strange customs.

"I have been here since the founding, when the Gambit was little more than a gathering hall, but I have been away raiding."

He paused, contemplating her, bringing a massive paw up to scratch idly at his neck. He had taken off the massive cloak of ram's hide, the ram and dire wolf skulls that held it in place obscured by his bulk where they rested on the seat back.

"Now I seek those clever with words, to unify the tribes here under the banner of Smith. Do you know of any such as that?"

Izayah frowned and projected a look, a gesture and an air of hurt. "You too, Tiria? He shook his head, still with the mock-hurt look. "Carmen? Tiria is NOT on my tab."

Then he relented and smiled. "Well, alright, one of her drinks is on my tab."

To the other two at the table he said, "Cause she bores you to...TEARS. Kidding, kidding!" He winked at her, leaning in slightly. "That's for the little comment."

He stopped almost invading her personal space and took another drink of his ale. One small part of his brain said he should probably stop drinking soon and head to his cabin for sleep. One of his hands at that very moment was absently sneaking a bit of his meal, some of his bread, in to a pocket.

He shook his head at Lukas. "Ain't me, for sure, even sober."
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"I am Sovok, small Tears!". He booms out, his deep voice filling the area.  "From lands far North of here!". He finishes his first pitcher of beer, the poor thing looking like a humble cup in his massive hand.  "I will need more drink Hallwarden!". He looks at the only slightly shorter bugbear.  "Why seek you those skilled with words Verbant!?". He booms.  Speak yourself, plain and clear!  Be honest, keep your word!  This is how you win friends and brothers!"
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Tiria smiles at the good natured banter from Izayah and replies to Verbannt's question, "Nice to meet you then. I am afraid I do not know any of the local tribes but as far as people around here, Elisar might do well enough... That warg-rider had a certain presence to him too."

She nods at Sovok in greeting then continues, "If you travel the wilds surrounding the pillar of the world, a giant tree with featherlike leaves, there was a halfling druid called Radagast that Izayah and I met out that way. He probably knows all the tribes so might be worth asking."

"Where can I find this Elisar?"

Verbannt asked, noting the woman's words well.

"Can you take me to him?"

Izayah spoke again, having been thinking and recalling his encounters and what he'd heard in his time here. He began ticking fingers off on one hand. "Well, let's see. There's the Redfoot Tribe - you met them." He grinned and then continued. "There's the White Worgs, a goblin tribe, some o'which you met - they was organizin' the assault on the Redfoot we were all just in."

Another finger. "There's a tribe o'humans, a nomadic group o'hunters called the Blue Scars. There's the Fierce Hearts tribe. Hexia's people. They're...already kinda united with us I guess." He let out a chuckle. "There's the Swift Tusks tribe, I think they're all orcs but can't say for sure. They're...northwest I think?"

Verbannt nodded.

"You are seeing the path I seek to walk. I can speak the Goblin tongue, of course. We will need someone who can speak the tongue of Orcs."
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Tiria shakes her head, "I had thought to see Elisar here but he is likely resting in the Frosthide Inn. You will know him when you see him, he wears a feathery hat and carries his instrument across his back."

She idly scratches the side of her nose, "As for Radagast, he found us. He has no home and no tribe, he wanders and tends to the Rimewood by himself. I can show you the path we took on a map but there is no guarantee you would see him there."

She closes her eyes and thinks for a moment before continuing, "There was an orcish woman I saw around the town a while ago but I do not know her. Hexia of the Fierce Hearts sells magical scrolls that might help you to learn the language."

"It was I who first met the White Wargs, after killing the Warchief of the Redfoot, Muzzrink, and claiming his armor as right by blood. I spoke to their chieftain Gruznak of fighting the Red Foot under one banner. "

It was not a boast, just a statement of fact. If it were truth, it certainly explained the studded leather he was wearing beneath his furs. It fit perfectly, but looked eerily similar to the mail the Red Foot had worn.

"I tried to be clever with my words, and earned the eternal hatred of Brohm of Clan Stoneheim in the doing. Not even my blood on the field of honor would quench his rage. So it is that I seek one who might be clever, who can make friends without also making enemies. It is not Lore I possess, it seems."
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"Who is this Brohm, of Clan Stonehelm!?  And how is it you earned his eternal hatred for words!?". Sovok said, his booming voice filling the room.  "What insult could you have spoken that your blood would not answer for!?". He slammed the pitcher down on the table, the drink within sloshing over, almost leaping from the mouth, but landing, luckily, back in the pitcher.

Izayah looked over at Verbannt with a bland face when the truth was told about the White Worgs. "Ah. Okay." He gave a shrug and smiled. "I thought you were askin' about what tribes there were like you didn't know. I wasn't namin' off the ones I made first contact with an' personally brought t'Smith or anythin', just namin' off the ones I knew 'bout. I 'pologize fer misundstandin' an' yappin' fer no reason."

Then Sovok started yelling and angrily asking questions. Izayah leaned back from him. After a long moment, he finished his ale. "Think that's my cue t'head t'my warm an' cozy cabin fer some shuteye." He stood up and nodded. "Gents. Ladies. G'night."

Carmen ensures that the drinks are flowing and continues to sit with the likes of Verbannt and Izayah. "I heard a rumour that the mayor has posted up some new jobs. I'll be heading over to check them out sooner rather than later." she says.

She relaxes somewhat and takes a large sip from her own ale tankard. "Might be a good way to blow off some more steam." she adds.

 Verbannt nodded.

"My thanks for the drink, Izayah Hamadrell."

Then he turned and regarded the Goliath.

"The fault was mine. I sought to claim that we are all united here under a new banner, and spoke to say we were gathered Clanless under it. I should not have used such words, the anger of the Dwarf burned. He challenged me to a duel of honor..."

He paused, grimacing.

"… and with the terms he set, I lost. I thought it would be over then. It was not. He hates me still. So it is that I seek those more clever with words. Do you know of one such as that?"

Tiria gets stuck into her meal and wine after surreptitiously making an arcane gesture over them, raising an eyebrow briefly while she listens for the response to Verbannt's question.

"So you called him outcast!?  A duel should have settled it!?  You were wrong!  You lost!  Why the burning hatred!?". Sovoks' eyes get a distant look, as he takes a long drink from the pitcher.  "I remember Gorg Skycaller, Skald of the Clan that was.  Great were his words.". His voice softens, and lowers substantially.  "His words could call up the water from rock, or call down the fire from Sky.". He pauses, then resumes.  "Wise was his lore.  No chieftain dare silence him.  If it is skill with words you seek, find him.  If you are lucky, he may teach you something.". He is silent for a long moment, his eyes distant as he drinks, and absently tears into the meat before him.

"I do not truly know."

Verbannt answered, and he sounded saddened for it.

"I have missed something, and do not know what I have missed."

He looked at the massive Goliath, and noticing the respect he paid the Skald, lowered his own voice as well.

"Where will I find this Skald?"

"You must go to the mountains, and seek the old paths between the wind and the ice.". He says, his normal booming voice still reserved and (comparatively) quiet.  "It will be a long search.  He does not stay long in one place."
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With all the busywork completed it was time to take a rest before going out to make camp for the night. It had been a while since he was able to hang out on the hill, but first came the celebrations from a successful battle and liberation. Inside the tavern were many whom Nutcracker had seen at the battle as well as those from the infiltration group. Everything seemed kind of tame to what he had been used to in the forest back home, so it probably didn't warrant a loud call for wine. Instead, he found a space where he could off to the side and ordered a pitcher of wine. Any raucousness could wait til the alcohol set in.

Lately, a lot of activity has been going on around the Dragons Den. It seems that somebody thought it would be wise to start building a brewery on the side, and for those of a dwarves nature, the rumour was that the local dwarf brewer of Leadarm was going to be expanding his  operation on a grand scale!